Showing posts with label My Strange Friends. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My Strange Friends. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Rock the Bells in New York City

With an exam approaching in only a week, I find myself in possession of a ticket to Rock the Bells featuring none other than Rage Against the Machine.

I would have once sat and debated about whether to go, seeing as exams are so close, but with friends like Lauren, Tim and Ryan, I have seen the light (p.s. who needs enemies?). In any case, I'm trekking to see the spark of rebellion. To all the haters, I have to say:

Even in its distilled form, no matter where he has been, I am certain that the spark that drives Zack de la Rocha can not be extinguished. It may change incarnations, but it doesn't die. Read anything the guy ever said, watch any documentary. He wants change and it hasn't hit yet.

When I return I may post a few of my favourite parts of the show, but look elsewhere for a 'critique', because anybody who chimes in to tell you who wasn't 'up to par' at a rock concert left their balls in their Fallout Boy custom backpack (w/ Stickers omg).

Monday, June 18, 2007

i think i must interject here...

as a proud parent watches their progeny stand up on two legs and take their first wobbly, usually failed, steps, so too have i watched this blog flourish with the random thoughts bursting forth from my wall buddy's mind.

this webmistress has apparently abandoned her creation, but has not been ignoring it my dear friends, oh no...

just one thing needs to be said before neil takes up the mantle once more:

robert plant is god. his spirit flows through time, bits and pieces of his genius surfacing in the greater parts of isaac newton and shakira alike (no jokes, a friend was convinced that a plant wallpaper of mine was shakira... it must be the curves). have you experienced the way of the plant? all answers about life, love, loss and licks can be found by following the path of plant, or by clicking here.

embrace your inner plant, live long and prosper.

-L.

Friday, June 8, 2007

With Great Power, Comes Great Responsibility

Sup now Joe, Link that Joe just sent me.

Check that shit, maybe one day you'll own a multi-million dollar news site like this, providing ppl with info about their lives, stuff like that, but until then, remember, to he with the reigns rains the crown.

Note to other ppl: Joe didn't post a comment, this is his punishment.

Monday, June 4, 2007

A message to me from my co-blogger.


"...ya and you will notice when one or two of them gets suddenly removed... but im not unjustly violent you know, i don't take vengeance until im provoked so the choice is yours as to how long you want to keep your appendages."


Pretty much explains this blog.

P.S. Get "Destroy Rock n' Roll" by Mylo and listen to "In My Arms"

Monday, May 28, 2007

How I Got To Be a Guest Creepy Dude

enter: young female haxxor covertly keying at a black laptop in the dead of night while NeilV sleeps only a few feet away. Her typing is narrated below and may or may not be sensical.


It all began when creepy neilv unsuspectingly moved his computer to my lap leaving his msn signed in. My first encounter as Fake NeilV was with a Mr. Tmac (whatever the hell that means, because thats the dumbest thing ever), a lonely internet blogger soul begging us creepy dudes to check his work.
The title of the blog was uninspiring (thxinfo.blogspot.com), but however proved to be an appropriate title for the blog itself. I have to admit that he provoked a thought or two, but it was from the stolen metaphor used and not the random narcissistic ranting of someone procrastinating while trying to finish a school report on the anatomy of frogs. Even I have to admit that my heartless criticism is somewhat unfounded, the writing was pretty good, it just needed something to fulfill my consumerist tendencies at the same time.


sound of keyboard crashing on
female haxxor's head, body falls unconscious


Although she said it herself, the previous content of this post was illegitimate and stolen, and may or may not properly reflect the views of Creepy Dudes from the basement. She is now unconscious in my room, solidifying that Creepy Dudes has real-world value in addition to supplementing your moral fiber.

I am strong in the belief that victims of blog identity theft need to unite and make our voices heard. I propose that we unite under my power, my first invitation goes out to "TMAC" (
whatever the hell that means, dumbest name ever) to be my second in command. What do you say?

Now, while it would make sense for me to delete the offending material in this post, that would ruin the narrative that she began, aaand if you're still reading, you're probably anxious to see how I'm going to narrate my first meeting of Blog Identity Theft Cooperative Order X (BitCox). And by not deleting her message, you see the kind of difficulties that come with BIT, and also serves to warn my buddy TMAC (worst name) who will likely soon get haxxed too.

I assure you that this identity theft wasn't staged. However, the haxx have a silver lining: I get the chance to honestly comment on thxinfo.blogspot.com.

IMHO, the idea of the moment can never be hammered hard enough into the dense shell of fear and complacency, and anybody who dedicates their time to kickin' more people into living for what they want is an honorary Creepy Dude to me.

READ IT!

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Order among Chaos

Before I let her steal the show into the dark recesses of her twisted dreams, I now present the basis of the Creepy Dudes from the basement.

Basically, CDFTB involves the stranger stories that have come out of our time as a middly-respected middly-talented production assistant team out in California. We've been here for a while --I personally have been bouncing job-to-job here for about decade-- and I wouldn't trade it for anything. Don't get me wrong; it was good for me because I was realistic. I wasn't the wide-eyed Polly-Anne waiting to make my mark on the world. I was more along the lines of broke, curious and tired of New Jersey.

Anyway, like Lauren said, we're 'bout to lay down some dirt on Spiderman. Spiderman 3 to be precise. Some backstory:

In early 2004, our team landed our biggest break: we got the chance to work with Sam Raimi's cousin. Hooorah. We were responsible for all the incredible behind-the-scenes coffee and casting on TV's "The Shield". Besides the pleasure of watching Jim Budig double-fisting donuts all day, I often found myself invited to head up to one of Sam's infamous vista parties. The particular point of interest at a Sam Raimi party is his collection of film memorabilia: it truly is the stuff of Hollywood legend. But unlike Sylvester Stallone's set of Plaster Casters (Lauren seems to think this constitutes a legend), Raimi's vast array of technical equipment and marketing materials from the birthing days of film truly stands up (punintended) to the myth.


TBC...

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

THE SPIDERMAN COVERUP!

This, my friends, may just be the thing to take down the Whitehouse. Topple the entire Axis of Evil and then some. Bring the Ottoman Empire to its knees... damn that happened already. Well if it didn't then it would because of this.

The ultimate cover-up... EXPOSED!... by the sensational work of the CDFTB. Who Spiderman REALLY is. The role of power between Good, Evil, and... Mary Jane? What side is she on? Find out how centuries of ethnocentric thinking has produced the perfect comic grounds for a (thinly veiled) political theatre of SUPER proportions to be played out.

...to be continued when hazy sleep is less a reality and, at least temporarily, a dream...

welcome...

... to the dark abyss that is the basement of the little white house on the corner

here, creatures stumble forth from the dark, eyes blinking and curiosity sparking their thirsty minds, to shed light on the most pressing conundrums of our time. using all of the cunning of bruce campbell , and the insight of grissom on CSI (dude, some of his one-liners are just BANG on... "looks like she took a dirt nap!" re: the woman who died from asphyxiation due to a tonne of sand being dumped on her dozing body... sheer brilliance), these creatures will attempt to unravel some of the world's largest conspiracies, cover-ups and general BS starting with....