duh

duh
Originally uploaded by dragko.

Well Duuuhh.

I heard it in the mall a couple days ago it is making a resurgence. Possibly due to "Drawn Together"

It makes me think. If these things become cliche and then go into the bin. Then get a resurgence. Are they even more cliche and therefore making it stupid that it was binned in the first place.

Take back the night

Take back the night
Originally uploaded by dragko.

We the breed own the night. We the breed vow to fight. We the breed feed on life. We the breed will bring you strife.

Blood covered eyes. Smell of flesh in tear. The sound of bones no longer connected. The smile that crosses my face when prey give up.

Snow Madness.

I have a sinister and evil plan. I am going to create sun focussing lenses and sell them to the eskimos(I know they are Inuit but I find that term offensive).

The eskimos can use these lenses to focus the sun on there nation and make it tropical. Then they can sit in their baby seal hot pants and poke out fish eyes, and laugh at us while we freeze in dirty snow.

They could start making grapefruits and watermelons and sell them to England. Then they will rule the world and praise me as their sirian lord.

I will call them my children and produce their throat singing albums for little or no cut to them.

This just in...

Flickr is not as much fun with the images in your browser turned off.

Oops I made a little.... sick

My my my Paris gets hotter and hotter by the minute.

Paris,

I hope you read this because you are my hero. You are along side G.G.Allen. You should really switch to punk, we apreciate vomit on stage.

I suggest the name P.P. Fed.

Love
Me

No boarding now in video

OK so here it is. In the flesh.http://www.devilducky.com/media/53781/

My new hero.

The ego is a terrible thing to waste.

I as some of you know am an avid reader of all works "Ekhart Tolle". For those of you less seasoned in the world of "self-help" and "self transformation" I introduce to you my messiah.

Now in reading his passages I extracted a very simple rule. In my words.

"Do not lament what was, don't anticipate what will be, and be happy with what is."

This is often difficult and no matter how enlightened you may be you know of a time when you allowed your egoic self to take over.

Now if there is one thing I have learned it is that ego is an extremilly predictable entity that has patters much stronger than our awakened self. In fact our awakened selves are without pattern.

But that being said, could your egoic mind be used as a tool? But could you while enlightened look into that which is your ego and play its part. Instead of destroying the ego why not harvest it's power.

Still thinking...

The madman missed but now he got it.

So I have now parted with the painting you saw in the previous post. What a strange experience. As an artist I have always found it difficult to be proud of my art. I have never been able to sell my art, or even give it away in most cases. Not because I don't want to part with it but more because it is self-quantifying and I feel a sense of humility or shame in my work.

So I took the bulls by the horns. I wanted to give one of my closest friend (you know him as digi) a good gift for his Life-start-day. I could not think of what I should do. Then I posted an image of one of my paintings here and if you look below he gave me the greatest compliment I have had yet about my art. Basically he would love to grace his wall with such an item. I was shocked and that day I decided it's his.

However I did not anticipate the emotions involved in baring your soul on canvas and then deeming it a Good gift. I felt horrible. Again not because the paint was leaving but because I felt I was assuming someone else would want it. Even with the compliment I still disbelieved.

Now it is in his hands. I am happy it has gone on to someone to enjoy but I still feel this pang (or should I say Tang) itching my ass.

Did I look a fool. Could I really be an artist? My fear is real but my thoughts know better.

So Digi, thank you for being my first. You took my artistic flower and made me appreciate my work in a different way. From someone else’s eyes.

The science of a madman missing his mark.

Madness seeps in from every corner. The street lit only with a handful of street lamps. The rest burnt out. The stairway to the house drips with his own imagination. There lies his mother. How she would scold him now. The muted color on the wall smells of Lavender and apple blossoms. The back door was left ajar. That's my only defense.

Oh the HORROR!

I saw it.  At first I could not make it out.  It was too new.  The first thing I realized is it had a face, a face not unlike and elderly miser who had lost his eyes in the war.  Two open wounds where eyes may have been.  The mouth loose leather instead of lips, splayed in areas that dried long ago.  There was a long slender neck that had folds of extra flesh as it could distend its neck three times it's current length.

It walked on all fours but with the front stood upon its reversed knees.  Praying mantis is the obvious comparison with its hands replaced with a blade of what looks to be onyx but is in fact the black bone of this terrible creature.  Although obviously male its young hang feeding from teats.  The puss sacks that secret the plasma the pupid beast hunger for dangle like tumor’ous growths destined to catch on every edge.  

It smelled of raspberries, which in the end sounds ridiculous but I remember thinking it all the same.  It's thin tail flicked nervously as we met in the hallway.  A blade at the very end, could cut glass.  Then it was gone.  A puff of dust in it's place, the fine powder being to slow to keep up with its dangerous speed.  There was something much more mechanical then you would normally see in nature.  But could this really be natural?

It was on me in a second, vomiting strands of serrated filaments.  The pain was instant and devastating.  I look down and watch my skin fall to the floor.  I stand for but a second feeling more naked than possible.  A crumpling fall and loose my mind.

/queryKnowledgeBase: Pirates;

Digi supplied the data I am supplying the database.  Here is what has been input thus far.

Blackbeard’s real name was Edward Teach (possibly born Edward Drummond) and he really only careered as a pirate for two years from 1716-1718, when he was killed in a pretty extreme final battle.  

Legend has it he was shot five time and slashed 20 or more times before he finally fell and then after being beheaded his body ran wildly around the deck before it jumped overboard.  Teach’s head was hung from the bow of Robert Maynard’s ship after he was killed.

Before his death, Blackbeard’s favorite drink was Rum and Gunpowder.

He sailed a 40gun Concorde called “The Queens Revenge” the vessel was originally built as a slaver so it was large and menacing, the ship was eventually run aground (allegedly Teach did this intentionally in order to downsize his crew, which he marooned)

The Queens Revenge wreck was eventually discovered in 1996 in a bay in North Carolina.

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Dead Meat (Obligatory Review)

Where to begin.  This film is simply put a work of pure pulp/cult – Genius.

We open to an astonishingly raw cow attack.  No holds barred “we are setting the stage her not making you think this is real.”  From that scene on you are either with it or not.  

Either the movie plays on and you are in store for a wonderful ride.  Or you simply get off the couch and make stupid remarks about how hot the kitchen is.   Regardless to say I was the former.

This film was beautiful.  There was a wonderful smoky feel through-out, not unlike the color of your grandma’s living room that you only notice after cleaning her pictures off the wall, after you plant her in the garden.

Not one but to Stiletto deaths.  Come on the less clothes she has in the end the better right.  This film won’t bash down everyone’s doors but I am sure Writer/Director Conor McMahon birthed some die hard fans with this drippy lump.

Cellular visions

Life at the molecular level often thought of as the most basic level. It is more complex than our minds can possibly handle.

Please may I truly be that insignificant.

The video will change the way you look at the world.
The Article

Zombies don't knit

but this lady knits zombies.

I am pretty much a knitter now.

No-boarding

The pavement dries the last of the morning dew as Tim steps off the curb. He gazes half meditative down the long winding run ahead of him. He sits down on the ground. He suit of armor and wheels clanking together. He stares of in thought this sport his personal Mantra.

"What are you doing you dork?" some kid with a skateboard asks.

"I'm no-boarding you doo doo head!" our hero says as he gently glides off towards the hill.

And the rest is history.

Baby baby please be my LensBaby

So a new LensBaby. I was looking at past iterations with desire but this new model the 3G facinates me.

Another wishlist item I guess. Unfortunatly the 3G is not listed in Froogle yet.

Radio interview with Max Brooks authour of "World War Z"

In a world where people came undeniably close to extinction there are few men more heralded than Max Brooks, as an expert in the phenomenon of the living dead.  Having previous to the war been the author of The Zombie Survival Guide, he became a resource for people trying to fight back against the threat.

The NPR has a radio interview with Max the chronicler or the War against Zack to promote his new boo World War Z

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=6104111

her name is helen

Folie À Deux

So again I am patched to version 1.4.  The last time I used it people asked, “How can you use that thing?  It gave me weird dreams!”  

I always replied.  “Not me.” with a shrug.

Well, let me tell you the last two nights in a row have been amazing.  I already have strange dreams.  A lot of them based on my fears and anxieties, but these last two nights have been somewhat different.  The main difference is  I am completely lucid.  

I don’t mean I can direct the show.  I mean I know I am dreaming and can conjure my every whim.  It is incredible.  Last night I lived a horror movie.  Let’s call it a cross between “Folie À Deux” Xfiles, and Devils Rejects both of which I watched yesterday.  

It was insane.  I was victim of course so I got to deal with that shit yo.  Most people call this a nightmare.  I call it a fantasy.

In to the weeds

In to the weeds
Originally uploaded by dragko.

We come into your territory and we are prolific. We spread our genes wide. We have been designed this way. We did not choose to be who we are, but now that we are, we are proud. We stand tall, taller even than the oppressed refugees you have chosen to live in your land. You may cut them to keep them from over taking you but you fear us so you destroy us.

Oh to be accepted as part of your great land. Your yard.

outsane

outsane
Originally uploaded by dragko.

Looking out from within his chamber, the grown man feels like an infant. The walls stark, the light starker, his mind is blurred by the systematic removal of his personality. Three a day, red ones. He has not even been told their effects. His only saving grace a beautiful woman, or at least a picture of her, hangs on the wall. Not by a sharp nail unfortunately but merely affixed with his own chemical sweat.

Idea abuse

I get an idea. I love the idea. I play with the idea. I get frustrated with said idea.

I abandon idea.

The endless cycle.

The instability of our electric lives (zombie infection).

A while ago I read a Straight dope article on something starteling
http://www.straightdope.com/mailbag/mzombiepower.html

So what would happen to society if a rage like or Zombie like virus were to run rampant.  

The answer given is alarming but not surprising.  Power could completely go offline in a very short time.  Probably no longer than a day.  

It brings up a very real question.  If a virus as contagious as rage was released into one human and assuming it was not jumped on immediately and stopped in the first couple hundred infections (which I don’t think is possible)   how fast would the national, international, intercontinental spread be.    Now please keep in mind this is purely prediction based solely on my opinions and in no way is it based in fact and possibly reality.  It is merely how I picture the spread.

I think there would definitely be stages.  A single building could be infected in minutes.  But then the time it takes even fast moving zombies to make it to their next victim would be enough to mobilize at least a few people to start dealing with the problem.  Without adequate training and preparedness this force would be easily overrun in minutes if an hour.  

If this did occur the force would move to the next stage.  This stage would need to be met with insane and unrelenting military force.  I am talking the big one.  Even a small town of 30,000 people if infected would be a very large numbers for any local detachment to deal with and the system would be in place for a global outbreak.  

If this small by today’s standards infection was not met Switch to 3rd stage.  The time it takes to cross the country would vary greatly on peoples reaction.  If people leave the town and make a run for it.  The traffic line would act as a very quick route for an exponential infection to travel much faster than humans so you could expect from that line a fanning effect of infections. If however people mostly stayed home there would be a period of days where it SEEMED the infection could be stopped.

Once the horde crosses the 100,000 mark a million followed by continental infection will occur.  This point there will be pockets intercontinental as well those local forces are now in stage 1 or two.  The 3rd stage can only be met with forces that will severely harm our chances of survival as a species and I think that is now end game.

Don’t get me wrong.  There would be human survivors but we would be quickly reduced to tribal humans one notch down on the food chain with severely flighty behaviors (quivering mass comes to mind).

Torment

Why is this happening. Every night I go to bed happy and secure and every morning I wake up a shivering mass of insecurities. It is insane I am continuously bombarded with dreams about my partner, cheating, lieing, leaving, and us fighting. It strange because I feel lately we have become more connected. I wake up in physical pain, my rib cage hurts. My heart is heavy.

What are these dreams for? Is it my brain trying to warn me of something or is it just the patch. I tend to think it is the patch as it got really bad around the same time I started using it.

I don't know what they are for, but I would love all these images to just fade away.

Visions.

The wind at my back I stand on the shore.  I look longingly into the sea, has my loved come home.  Alas the mast is merely a trader ship coming into port.  How many times had this exact vessel, now clearly the Tasmaran been mistaken for the one.

The messages from afar, that she sends, all to clear of her uneasiness with the waters.  The journey almost unbearable.  She has missed her sailing twice before.  And unfortunately I think there will be no more.  The horizon is clear and has been for some days.  I fear she has forgotten me.  On this island I call my home.  She will once again see beauty in a foreign land and I will know only suffering.

Bring forth the winds and let her hear my pleas.  Come back to me my fear come back.

Realigning your corporate image

sKerry and I were thinking last night about products and brand association.  Now we all know that if a brand is particularly good both from the product and branding perspective the brand name will quickly become the household name for all products in the family.  Think Band Aid, Coke, Kleenex.   We had a discussion on whether these companies could use their brand for other products once this phenomenon occurs.  We came up with some examples and as you can see they would not work well.

Smuckers hemorrhoid ointment
Kleenex Lozenges
Q-Tip Paste
XEROX Bath Salts
Tylenol Oat Bran
Dr Scholls Corn Flakes
Gold Bond Hairspray

As you can see it does not work well.

Mohawk and garden gloves

Well with the whole quitting thing I have found a TONNNE of extra juice in me.  I again feel like I am 20 something rather than late 50's.  So I have been strappin on the gloves grabin a shovel and tearing shit up.  Turning soil and finding bags of trash stored under said soil.  

I planted a couple plants that sKerry pick up for us.  Therapy.

There is nothing like fresh air in your lungs and a clear conscience to make you feel new.

I picked up something I have had my eye on.  A box in HMV for 35 buck that states on the cover, "God save this box!" PUNK Original masters. although I paid more than I could have it was worth every penny.

Now this box is full of great stuff.  10 CD's a days worth of listening and then some and there are some gems in these cardboard sleeves.

While most of the tracks or independent works and rather ruff there is a feeling of angst not present in current pressings.

I am really impressed with some of the new stuff (new to me) and some of the classics that have been long since forgotten.  Honestly a must have!

Let me explain.

When I said crippled with stress I merely meant when it comes to blogging.  Real-life come into play all too often.  But that is how it goes.  You can only be so many things at once.  I for a while was not a blogger.  My blogitimus Borum was crippled.

Zombieware

So I have been away so what.  Fuck quit bugging me.  

Crippled with stress and anxiety I have not bothered a communication since the last time.

Have you ever heard or a country called Riga?  Well I have someone visited from there.  It inspired me.  Since I have an international audience I thought I should say something.  Welcome to Canada.  

Riga.  What's that like?

I need obvious expansion into the east.

All because of a post I did in July.  Maniacal Laughter.

I assume I was not what they were hoping for.  

But you know maybe I am a dreamer, I may just have turned that Riga back on the right path to goodness.  I will never know.

Sex drugs and force feedback

Sex in video games, not a new concept.  With old school titles like Leisure Suit Larry, and hot issues like tepid coffee, in San Andreas, what is new is conversation.  In a few recent Wired articles they have been discussing just that.  Sex.  

With an aging game culture there is more than a large market for suck content.  The problem is a lot of parents have not made the mental leap in regards to game that we just take for granted with other mediums.  Parent groups feel that if it is a game it is somehow implied it is ok for children to play.  The funny thing is 95% of the titles currently on the market are probably less for kids than they even know.  With violent games being the vast majority.  

I find it ironic that these same parents and politicians who villan-ize sex in a virtual world hardly bat an eye towards decapitation and beatings anymore.  That has become trivial.  

I can say as a parent I would much rather know my child (not now of course she is 3) is out loving rather than hating.  But in our culture it seems violence is the norm and sex is something much more taboo.  And outside of our culture this mentality only gets worse it seems (with a few exceptions to the world GO Netherlands!)

Cable TV can show a man being decapitated (and not even a fictional account of such) but a penis?  Hell no.  We would not want our children to be influenced by that said penis.  

This is completely backwards.  Bringing life into the world is dirtier then removing it?  I don’t understand.

So my point?  If I have one is this: Sex is good, Violence is bad,  do we need porn groups making games?  Absolutely not!  Porn masters are there to supply content quickly and cheaply continuously which leads to shitty product.  We need a tasteful touch of humanity put into a game.  And don’t be so afraid to say sex.  Woohoo (the sims2) makes sex sound juvenile and that’s ridiculous is that not what the parents want to stop?

http://www.wired.com/news/culture/0,70132-0.html?tw=rss.index

One pie is resist

I know I have been away for a while.  I am not to sure where I have been.  The thing is I have not had a lot to say.  The world is in a shitty state (we are all aware of that).  My mind has been on important home issues, and although I love to share all that is boring for most people and I have felt a lot more introverted lately.  I need to spend some time thinking making my mind clear before I can even think of writing any more here.  

Thank you for your understanding.   :)

A correction and another blogthing...

I will start with the correction it is not Putter but Puddy.

Also just cause Digi likes these so much I did another for him.

You Are 52% Abnormal

You are at high risk for being a psychopath. It is very likely that you have no soul. You are at medium risk for having a borderline personality. It is somewhat likely that you are a chaotic mess. You are at medium risk for having a narcissistic personality. It is somewhat likely that you are in love with your own reflection. You are at medium risk for having a social phobia. It is somewhat likely that you feel most comfortable in your mom's basement. You are at low risk for obsessive compulsive disorder. It is unlikely that you are addicted to hand sanitizer.

How Abnormal Are You?

Total idiotness

Watched the Seinfeld episode where Putter goes with Jerry Cosmo and Elaine to the Hockey game.  

Now I know people out there act this way and that was pointing fingers at these people.  But I digress, do we really need to point fingers at these people to laugh at them.  

Come on.  These people have skills.  The ability to turn into an idiot.  That’s great.  I am an idiot but I can’t normally control it.

You see Dog the bounty hunter talks of putting on his gear.  It has become a ritual to get him in the mode to do a takedown.  I think hockey jerseys and face paint are the same thing.

My personality in three questions...

Your Personality Is

Idealist (NF) You are a passionate, caring, and unique person. You are good at expressing yourself and sharing your ideals. You are the most compassionate of all types and connect with others easily. Your heart tends to rule you. You can't make decisions without considering feelings. You seek out other empathetic people to befriend. Truth and authenticity matters in your friendships. In love, you give everything you have to relationships. You fall in love easily. At work, you crave personal expression and meaning in your career. With others, you communicate well. You can spend all night talking with someone. As far as your looks go, you've likely taken the time to develop your own personal style. On weekends, you like to be with others. Charity work is also a favorite pastime of yours.

The Three Question Personality Test

Bin Laden offers American people truce

Truce

This is really an amazing development.  

"We know that the majority of your people want this war to end and opinion polls show the Americans don't want to fight the Muslims on Muslim land, nor do they want Muslims to fight them on their (US) land. “

Al-Qaida is certainly working on it’s public affairs.  They must have hired a new PR guy.  This sounds almost wholesome.  Now I am quite aware these men are intelligent but up until now I saw nothing but blatant ignorance in their approach.  They are finally recognizing that the American people and Canadians for that matter are not he real enemy.  Picking their battles will be much more successful.  

"There is no problem in this solution, but it will prevent hundreds of billions from going to influential people and warlords in America - those who supported Bush's electoral campaign - and from this, we can understand Bush and his gang's insistence on continuing the war."

Reads like a page out of adbusters.  He is right.  If the people end the war.  We can also rebuild and everyone can profit.  If they end the war.  They will rebuild and keep us all in chains.  

Any way read the article.  

Entertaining?.... was it ever really that?

So here we are in the new year.  I was asked today when I was going to write something entertaining?  Well the problem is not a lack of interesting things.  It is a desire to write about them.  As with all bloggers I seem to have had a writing Hiatus, and although I have a lot to say lately I think most of it has been left out of the public realm.

I am back so please return.  Tell your friends.

Common cold so common.

So here I sit at my buddies house waiting to party. I feell like a big piece of shit. I have been on vacation from everything including the interWeb. Blah. I feel like crap.


Party on!!