"Ever tried, Ever failed, No Matter. Try again, Fail again, Fail Better."
Going through softcore mutation...
Two from the new batch of Freeman photos are up on Deviant for your viewing pleasure. The headcrab (which I gave to the Owlvark for painting as I remembered suddenly that I hate painting large 3-D projects [Seriously, why can't I paint it one color and have it cast its own shadows? Why must I be forced to paint detailing on something that actually exists already?] He did a great job, as always...) turned out well and was generally well-received at Thanksgiving (we were shooting outside at the Farm, so we had to bring all the props to Thanksgiving dinner :) The wind was freaking freezing, but it was blowing from the best possible direction for dramatic shots, and despite the cold we got a ton of great pics. It was a lot of fun, and, depending on the response to this session, we'll probably do another.
Owlvark: What should I use to put the paint in?
Who makes primer that requires you to squeeze both sides of the cap to remove it, and with such force that the spray nozzle is yanked off along with the cap?
Still working on making the headcrab wartier, more organic, and just plain more awful before I break out the spray primer. Painting is going to be the real issue, as I'm not much of a painter, but I have a few ideas about that.
The preceding post got me thinking about songs that had perhaps the only instance of a word, and the only other song I could come up with was Warren Zevon's "Play It All Night Long" using the word brucellosis. I'm sure there's others.
And what's a good soundtrack for making a headcrab? Well, "Nemesis" by Shriekback sets a pretty good stage, and, as a bonus, it's the only song I know of that involves the word "parthenogenesis."
So today is National Build-A-Headcrab Day. Well, okay, it isn't, but that's what I'm doing. I had a lot of people ask for more Freeman photos, so we're going to do another shoot, and what's a Half-Life photoshoot without headcrab zombies? Currently the initial stage is done, and the papier mache headcrab is sitting on newspaper on my floor, drying and looking more like a large newsprint meatloaf than anything else. Once it's dry, though, I can begin building the legs/claws/tentacles and the grooved mouthpieces, and then start thinking about paint. I'm also working on a design for the nasty gaping maw in their chest, probably attached in some way to a thrift-store t-shirt.
So there was this story a while back that got really big in the Valve community- you may have heard of it: "Half-Life: Full Life Consequences." It was a fan fic, and further than that it was a deliberately bad fanfic that was extraordinarily constructed so as not to seem the elaborate baited hook it was. (I hesitate to call it a "troll, " since it brought so much joy to so many. More on that in a bit.) It was followed by a equally well-received sequel, and another sequel, and a sort of a prequel but not really- I don't know, it wasn't supposed to make sense, so the prequel is sort of a sequel, etc. It is hilariously badly written, and a lot of people took it at face value and laughed their guts out, and even those who didn't saw the true comedy gold within its confusing phrases and just enjoyed it as it was. But lo and behold, someone took it even further than that, and, using the awesome power of Gary's Mod, made a movie version with dramatic voice acting, props, and just all kinds of entertaining crazy. And that was very big too, and considering it's had nearly three million views since it came out two years ago you may have heard of it. But I realized while watching it for the nth time today that there may be some among you who have not been introduced to John Freeman and his motorcycle and the zombie goasts, and that is an oversight I cannot bear to prolong. So here it is, in all its Gilliamesque glory; Half-Life Full Life Consequences. Enjoy. And try not to wake anyone up laughing. :)
Owlvark: So I was thinking I'd have a beer during Burn Notice.
Labels: general silliness
I forgot to take out the bag of spices when I reheated the pheasant roast, so the flavors intensified in the heat and I feel as though I'm getting punched in the face with a clove. It's nice, but still- wham!
And in that vein:
I do recommend a read of the preceding book, by the way. I have always been fascinated with the whole Chaos Magicians' approach to to world (which I suppose befits a Taoist Anarchist with a Trickster totem who still likes property and having her own stuff...) but working with the forces involved is frankly intimidating. I have friends who are Discordian, but inviting Eris into one's life personally scares the willies out of me. I have plenty of chaos in my life already :)
Greater Poop: Is Eris true?
Hey, all you gaming peoples- the annual Child's Play Donation Drive is open. For those of you for whom this is a new concept, Child's Play is a charity organized by Mike and Jerry of Penny Arcade fame, designed to supply childrens' hospitals with age-appropriate video games and consoles, to make the kids' stay pass faster and with less worry. And remember- pediatrics includes those up to age eighteen, who will presumably be less interested in coloring books and Nick Jr. cartoons, but who will be cooped up in the hospital anyway, with IV drips and tubes and wires and the gods-know-what. Having those games and systems available, especially the portable ones, also benefits the siblings of those children, by giving them something to do while they wait for hours on test results, operations, etc. Every year since its inception, Child's Play has raised over a million dollars to supply childrens' wards with games. Please take a look at the links, and, if you're a gamer, drop them a donation or buy something from your local hospital's Wish List directly via their Amazon link.
Man, it's nice to be reminded how badass Hicks is. I watched that movie so many times as a teenager- rawr. With that sort of example, and all those other intelligent alpha males in my fiction preferences, it's no wonder I never bothered to date in high school. When your reading list includes Elric of Melnibone and Philip Marlowe, a bunch of whingy pimply attempting-to-become alcoholic-at-every-opportunity 16 year old boys just can't hold your interest.
The Freeman pics are, hands down, the most popular things I've ever uploaded to DeviantArt. They've got such a response that I'm considering doing another, more structured photo shoot just to give people more to enjoy.
Okay, make that around 120 books. Free ones. Well, I did buy the Robert E. Howard collection for two bucks, and another collection for a dollar, but the rest were free. I'm set for a couple of weeks now, which is very exciting.
Okay, I am glutting myself on free literature and it is awesome. I have thirty or forty ebooks lined up to read, from H. Rider Haggard to Plato to F. Scott Fitzgerald to Lafacadio Hearn. I am in book overload, and it is good.
The Kindle for PC program from Amazon is pretty awesome. It's a lot easier to read than pdfs or text files, the formatting is really natural looking (Gutenberg doesn't have the money to make the files look this pretty) it's hugely more responsive than any pdf reader, it has a surprising number of options for being free, and I'll just revisit that last one again- it's free! And so are many of the books you can download for it. You can read the classics for nothing via this program, which I am looking forward to- I have several Jane Austens that I have yet to read, and Kipling is now public domain, and a host of others, including Lord Dunsany, are available for zero dinero. And several authors I love dearly have work available for very cheap- 97 Robert E. Howard stories for two bucks? That's an hour's work on Mechanical Turk for an incredible amount of return.
Duamuteffe: So we were watching tv late last night, and I was like, "It's eleven o'clock and I'm tired of wearing pants." So I kicked them off, and just as I did, what pops on the TV but an ad for Iron Man 2 on DVD. And I thought, "Yep, the pants come off and Tony Stark appears. That's canonical accuracy right there."
So, since Ryan Q."Dinosaur Comics" North has opened up his home wireless picture frame to whatever uploads on Flickr are tagged "chezryan, " I have been uploading stuff to Flickr like mad. It looks like they liked the falconry pics, judging from his Twitter feed. I like the thought; it would be interesting to see what people sent you. Sure, you're guaranteed some, er, *interesting* pics from time to time, but I bet the majority would be awesome. I mean, I instantly started digging through the photos for the coolest stuff we had, and I imagine most people would have the same response.
"Nobody in life gets exactly what they thought they were going to get. But if you work really hard, and you're kind, I'm telling you, amazing things will happen."
I'm number one on Google for the purchasing of that specific type of amphibian again. It really cracks me up, because there's a website with the search string in the name, and I still come up as the top return. It makes my referrer logs pretty monotonous, but still, even on days like today when I got very little accomplished, I can rest easy knowing I helped ten to fifteen random google users to find their dream amphibian.
I really like washing keyboards. There's just something about throwing them in a tub full of water and scrubbing them with a brush that just really amuses me. I think it's because in most situations water + electronics = a very bad thing.