Deep Greens

I had a sudden burst of capability this morning.  Typically, the day started out groggy and unwilling to move.  After some spinach-ed, parmesan-ed, tomato-ed eggs and toast, I arrived at work and changed my back up battery (prompted by a power surge yesterday, where my computer was the sole victim), and had some coffee.  Then I suddenly saw answers and so many of the right questions, in the oceans of 24x36.  I even managed to answer a technical question for almost everyone in the office at some point today.  Gotta keep track of days like that.

Feels Good Man

I am replete with honor, incidentally; all of my friends are among the best people in the world. The happiness I have is one reserved for especially poetic samurai.

Proto tips

Avi Schmolin is a charicature of the most popular person on campus. circa forever. he deals sage advice on the 'reg.

Metastasis

i drew my dog the other day. He looks alot like the fantastic mr.fox. He didn't actually look alot like the fantastic mr.fox. he looked like a handsome devil.

////////////New Sensations

Protips with Avi Schmolin (Portrayed by Ari Zolin)

that's a snapple bottle, probably should've written Snapple on the bottle to indicate that. maybe i'll attempt an angle more dynamic than dead on, and give ari an expression that doesn't read as a stroke victim.

Daniel "Cock-er-Spaniel" Spiro

you're dead, I've killed you.

Hanna was Ill. Eric Bana was a total Bamf, and the german dude who was hired to track down Hanna was I hope purposefully written and costumed in the likeness of the homicidal youths in Funny Games. It was like the Bourne series of action films, except instead of the political drama and somewhat nebulous love story, it's about the responsibilities of raising a child. Also, the the chemical brothers rocked the shit out of the soundtrack.

Camo shorts go with everything

I don't know where the time goes. I'm convinced that there people who smoke my time away for me. I don't have enough time to do all the things I'd like to do, so I end up spending most evenings watching netflix. maybe I should make a schedule for myself, divide my fun and personal cultivation into consumable segments, but i admit that sounds pretty gay. I need to see a doctor. Maybe I'll use my smartfone as a personal digital assistant/bitch and get some kind of app that I can put my schedule into. Maybe I can get an app that tells me what to do at all times of the day, for the rest of my life.

sister ray

Sometimes I get really paranoid that I was born with some kind of intense social disorder that manifests itself in such a way that my mind actively erases any memory i might have of it's occurances. That would be fucked up.

I inherited a bunch of hats from my great grandpa, they're all really nice but none of them fit my huge melon.

yesterday I was in line to buy a sandwich with some friends, to enjoy in the park, when it was my turn the lady at the counter took the order of my friend who was standing behind me. I was confused, even sad for a moment perhaps for being dismissed so. My state of elevation didn't help me sort the confusion. Ended up eating a pretty good sandwhich with some of my favorite dudes though, saw a sweet-ass german shepard too. reminded me of Max.

what do you call two gay antelopes in New York?

Can't-elopes.

saw limitless today, very enjoyable, more interesting cinematographically than i anticipated. the ending sucked.

I wonder if there's a name for the sudden and ephemeral mania that is developed around the subject of a movie that's just been watched? like after I first saw mighty ducks I played hockey for maybe 6 months and after watching fightclub it's a very natural feeling to wanna punch people. Limitless, more so than normal, makes me wanna be intelligent, take designer drugs, and conduct important bizness with Robert Deniro.

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I should move somewhere, this isn't working.

Creating a Brian Jonestown Massacre station on Pandora is a great idea.

I'm learning alot at my new job, but I find myself increasingly obsessed with money, since there is little else to offset my debilitating boredom and general dissatisfaction with living at home. If i'm gonna be working all the time, i might as well make a shit ton of money while i'm at it.

or I could get a tattoo and take my mind off of it.
pretty bad-ass, no? The building burning down in the background is the facade of the Crystal Palace. Have to work on the line weights still.

Gulag Lite

Ramblin', truckin', stuntin', stayin' paid. My future plans are none too detailed, got a job learning the biz behind shop drawings for cnc aided custom carpentry for the well-to-do. Kitchens, Bathrooms, Master Closets, Entertainment centers, Living Rooms, Dens, all covered in paneling, crown mouldings, case mouldings, base mouldings, capitals, archways, constructed over european hinges, jambs, studs, upper stretchers, rollouts, overlay construction, face frame constructions, adjustable shelving, and the like. Cousin's furniture, John claims that they have the reputation of drawing the nicest, moste legible shop drawings, making work easier for the installers, electricians, and other contractors on the job, since the drawings are comprehensive to 1/32 of an inch, taking details into account that the architect glosses over. My boss more or less challenged me to pick up the basics as fast as i could so that I can start learning to use the 5-axis mill to produce intricate pieces of furniture. It's really an amazing opportunity, i'm the only limit to the strength of my position, it's just unfortunate that it forces me to stay at home.

89th post

Don't get me wrong, this video is done very well, technically it's crafted with obvious care and skill. However, what was really the point? The video was described on The Awesomer as:

Imagine, if you will, that Wile E. Coyote and the Road Runner were a couple of human beings instead of cartoon characters. Thanks to this short, you don’t need to imagine. That’s all Folks!

It sounded like a cool idea; Interpret the Road Runner and Wile E. Coyote as two humans similarly occupying that vast expanse of whatever desert road located in the vacuum of the southwest United States. However, what we are treated to is an replica of a Chuck Jones bit, recreating panels with actual landscape and live actors. The special effects were very polished and worked well. But I was expecting a looser interpretation, like one guy really trying to off some other dude in the middle of the desert, with just lots of schemes that mirror in reality the intensity and psychosis of that fucking coyote and that oblivious shit-eating grin of that big ass bird. He tries and he tries and he tries with so many plans, where he gets the money to order shipments of rocket boots is beyond me, I'd probably use that money to hire someone else to end that purple bitch. Maybe he owes the mob alot of money, or maybe he's just a hit man with an endless supply of cash and alot of free time. The Road Runner could be a delivery boy or some shit, he's just an ordinary fuckin' person.

Like a waterfall in slow motion

my favorite video game tropes, in no particular order:

-double jumps
-health bars
-saving
-achievements
-bosses
-mini-bosses
-level ups

also, in what will surely be the most underrated video game design innovation of the year: Fallout 3 New Vegas has done away [mostly] with the tired ol' 'kill 5 of this, collect 10 of those' quests and instead just made a system of achievements that come with killing x amount of radscorpions or collecting x amount of nuclear desert fauna. It still awards you with the kind of meager satisfaction that video games are capable of, but without some helpless npc telling you that the overwhelming population of generic creature needs to be controlled. It's also an awesome game, despite that the insane amount of graphical glitching makes it seem like it was rushed out of development a bit too early, although there are enough talented fans of the series that have already mod-ed the shit out of it. You can correct and even further beautify the landscape with free fan-generated modifications[as long as you're playing on the pc].

Never met a hospital that couldn't be burned to the ground

Today I began and concluded my employment at Meat Farms!

Bill: "Madison, that's off of Nicolls?"

Me: "It's off of Jefferson, but right around there."

B: "I only ask because I grew up in Deer Park, off of Grand."

M: "Cool."

I started the day with the intention of speaking to Bill [Deli Manager] about the possibility of having hours that end around 2 so that I could drive to my second (potential) job at a nearby middle school. However, the opportunity didn't present itself at first, so I decided to save that for later.

After being outfitted in a one-size-fits-all white jacket/smock thing and a black Boars Head hat, I was sent directly into training under Frank, a goatee-ed but otherwise extremely friendly and well mannered 21 year old from Commack/Northport. He debriefed me on the wide selection of hams, turkeys, chickens, bolognies, capricolas, cheeses, cole slaws, mayo-based salads (including, but not limited to shrimp, potato,macaroni, sea food, tuna, chicken) and their respective codes, which need to be punched into the scale after weighing in order to extract the price tag.

After an hour and a half, I went on my first (and last) 15 minute break. Frank comes along, as he is going on his lunch break (I assume this was timed by Bill). We go to the next door pizzeria, where I discover Frank also works at night. As he goes behind the counter to get a drink, and ring me up for a blue powerade, we talk about him. He's aiming to become a cop, two younger siblings, one of which he describes as handicapped, guilt him into staying at home and attending suffolk, although he would have rather attended Buffalo or Penn.

After heading back to work, I discover that most of the day is spent in anticipation of an irate customer, which the appropriate deli worker can then tear into. I learn that nearly everyone there has worked there for a long time, Frank for 3 years, some others for 10 or more, and they don't stay because they like it, but because its not worth quitting. Being fired, on the other hand, is not a punishment that anyone seems too worried about.

From the corner of my ear: "you must be the dumbest person that works here." I turn to see an old, 70 something, guy scolding a bewildered co-worker, Mike. "I'm probably the best worker back here right now." says Mike. Frank walks past the situation and laughs loud enough to let Mike know that 1.He isn't and 2.he should make the most of this opportunity. Instead, Mike walks away and gets Bill to handle it, mentioning (in a voice loud enough to be heard by the old guy) "do me a favor, Bill and tell this guy to go fuck himself." Bill defuses the situation in a slow patient voice, taking neither the customer nor Mike's side. I discover later that the old guy had not only misunderstood the nature of the on-sale ham he was pointing at, which only comes in chunky form, although he wanted it sliced, but also asked mike "How much do you get for a pound of Ham?" to which Mike replied "a pound."

long story short, as soon as I was slicing up meats and cheeses by myself, I'm told by Bill to take a lunch break. I take this time to mention my schedule preferences, that if possible, I'd like a schedule that allows me to get to my other job by 2:45. He says that it wouldn't be worth it to train me the rest of the day if I wasn't able to work the 10-whatever time schedule that he had planned for me. I thought it over a burrito loco from next door. Doing some quick math, i figure that if I could make $300 a week in an after school program (2:45-5:15 m-f $15/hr, 20hrs/week with extra schedule stuff) then why would I take a job that requires me to smell like cole slaw for 7 hours a day (Frank mentioned that with his two combined jobs, 40 hours a week, he makes 500 dollars). So I tell Bill that I'd rather not waste his time, thanked him for his generosity, and wrote this post.

I'd buy that for a dollar.

been very negligent recently. bad, very bad. should update more. lots of time, spent unwisely, requires fixing.

I need to leave home, things suck here. Not that I expect life to rule if I move somewhere else, but I think transporting my stuff to a far-away place would help me sort through and organize my shit, some clarity might present itself. Not that I mind playing mario golf/kart with my friends every day(they should mix the two, maybe you race between holes.), but I'm just exhausted from wishing I didn't live at home.

Got drunk last night with derek, talked alot about Nietzche and camus and kafka. this means that derek talked about them, while I listened and pretended to be well read and stuff. My head still hurts, my mom won't stop feeding this stray cat, so naturally it now lives on our porch, I named it Leia. Yesterday I applied for a job at Meat Farms, at the deli, my mom jokingly mentioned that they had an opening, then I jokingly drove there and jokingly applied, jokingly spoke to the manager about my incredibly flexible shcedule and now i'm jokingly waiting for a phone call later this week.

for some reason, this post turned into a whiny diary entry, good thing noone reads this shit.

bioplastic

Makes you wanna sing into your ears through your computer.

So A while ago, my good friend and handsome gentleman, Alexander Rowan Slotnick, Lived with me on Madison Avenue for a week of his stay in the New York state of mind.

In that time, much was accomplished. We managed to nearly defeat Castlevania: Symphony of the Night. We even stretched our fondness for creation by producing 'Tater plastic; that's potato plastic or bio-plastic for the lay man.

It was actually pretty simple, you mix a little bit of vinegar, water, and glycerine into some potato-starch, add food coloring, simmer, mix, pour, bake, cool, and then you've got yerself some plastic, dood.

Phaedra

I've been catching up on the first 3 seasons of Burning Bad recently, and its awesome. All of the New Mexico scenery puts me in the mood for music of a more arid consistency.

I just saw Predators, it was pretty kick ass. They had a samurai showdown between a yakuza assassin and a predator, which rocked my socks. Robert Rodriguez knows how to layer his campiness very effectively, the death-row inmate guy only fights with a shiv for the entirety of the movie, the Sierra Leone guy gets killed by spears... I was surprised that they didn't re-use the 'ugly mother fucker' line from the original, Adrian Brody, whilst be-mudded, used the 'kill me, kill me now' line, and I think one predator even tried to pantomime 'get to the choppa!'

There were a few inconsistencies that I'd like to address however. the party of protagonists is pursued by a pack of, what I will call, 'predator-wolves', which are under the control of the Predator hunting party. Then the group of protagonists discover cages which had been dropped on the planet, similar to themselves, what was in the cages remains a mystery. The whole movie, I was waiting to see what were in all of these giant fucking cages. At one point, Topher Grace is chased by what the viewer would think is a predator, it gets killed, and turns out to be some other super-humanoid creature, its unclear if it is sentient or relative to the Predator species. I'm assuming that the creature mentioned was what was being dropped in the cages, but its never mentioned again, and those creatures don't return, which was just anticlimatic and a silly omission in my opinion. Also, Laurence Fishburn was killed like a little bitch, I expected him to do some crazy shit. (spoiler alert)

Nork is Whole Screen Big

So, I have a habit of scouring the interwebs for obscure video game art, concept art when possible. I suppose that wouldn't be surprising to anyone who knows me, considering I don't have a life. Anyway, recently a friend of mine has been watching Dragon Ball Z, for the first time. Seriously, he's never watched it before, and I've been watching it with him when I'm over his place. I'll write more on that later. So I was looking for art for an old Squaresoft game by the name of Tobal. I only remember Tobal from video game magazines circa 1995 and from occupying the shelf at Video City (a momn'pop video store that went under around 10 years ago in the town over from me. They used to give free popcorn with video rentals.)

So Akira Toriyama did the character designs for Dragon Ball Z, he also did the designs for a surprisingly large number of video games, Tobal being among them.

While looking for this art, which i was highly unsuccessful at, I stumbled upon a website, which appears to have been made circa 1997, by Del the funky homosapien, where he reviews Tobal no.2, Battle Arena Toshinden 3, and Sega Virtua Fighters Megamix. You read that correctly, Del made audio reviews (which require real media player to listen to) of obscure japanese fighting games for the original playstation and sega saturn.

This makes me love Del so much more than I already did.