Can you tell I still sorely regret not buying one of those shirts when I had the chance?
With much affection to J. Grant, who gets the entire credit for the original idea, and many, many apologies to him and basically everyone else.
Going through softcore mutation...
Labels: random musings
All hail Graham! Er, "Bob"!
Simon Cornwell's UK Urban Exploration Site. This one is exhaustive and fascinating. Next time I'm in the UK I'll see if I can get ahold of him and if he's planning any new expeditions I'll try and get on board. I'd love to get a look at some of these places, even if it's just one or two of the more "tame" sites. There's a few sites locally here, but there's nothing within driving distance on the sheer scale of most of the abandoned asylums and bases he's got documented.
Had a good trip out, as there was a Beautiful Mutants exhibition in Cleveland that we drove out to see. A good time was had by all, and a long philosophical discussion of the nature of de-evolution and the two basic coping strategies thereof took up most of the ride home. (Most people need to get drunk to get philosophical; I just need to get into a car.) Once again I wish I carried a pocket recorder, as a lot of interesting explanations and concepts came up that I'd like to still remember. #shrugs# Always the same. Had a good trip, anyway, and got to spend some time hanging out with the official Devo Dogsbody, which was entertaining as always. (Note: If you want to get on his good side, bring him beer. Although, thinking about it, this will work for everyone I know. #grins#)
95% of the Transformers movie was so boring, unfunny, and terrible that it nearly made me cry. How do you ruin a film with giant transforming sentient mechas, you ask? By leaving them out of most of the running time, and spending nearly the entire movie focusing on humans. And not on the soldiers from the beginning, oh no, we couldn't make this a real adult film like Aliens, now could we? No, we need to spend more than half the film following the adventures of a (supposedly) teenage boy and his attempts to buy a car, get laid, and keep the giant alien robots from messing up his parents' lawn so he doesn't get grounded. You got teen comedy in my scifi! You got scifi in my teen comedy! And nobody wins!
Labels: movie review
Work on the first Skully Puppet continues. I've got about 70% of the beads on the main skull now, which is a bit of a relief. The round beads are going on about five to ten at a time, which isn't bad. I can only work on it with lots of breaks, though, because the amount of superglue involved is staggering (three and a half tubes now and counting) and even with all the doors and windows open the fumes are fairly unpleasant. It's the gold spiky beads that I'm putting off, though, as they have to be glued down individually, which is going to take a while. The lower jaw still needs doing, and I have to pick up some seed beads (and more glue!) for the hands. Still, I think it's going to look fairly awesome when it's done.
"No one to talk with