Saturday, October 30, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
The Wendigo was gaunt to the point of emaciation, its desiccated skin pulled tautly over its bones. With its bones pushing out against its skin, its complexion the ash gray of death, and its eyes pushed back deep into their sockets, the Wendigo looked like a gaunt skeleton recently disinterred from the grave. What lips it had were tattered and bloody [....] Unclean and suffering from suppurations of the flesh, the Weendigo gave off a strange and eerie odor of decay and decomposition, of death and corruption.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Fiddler
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
new hobby
so far:
-a brand new american apparel in london ontario. packed with vapid young uwo girls out for some big sale or something.
-a huge 500 person lineup for shittyass meatmarket bar in the worst place on earth(london ontario)
will update with future successes. places i dislike. watch your nose. im out for revenge.
on a side note. im looking for a local film maker who would like to be involved in a short im currently developing.
Tentative titles:
Revenge is best served Stinky...
or hmmm Smell ya later
message me for a meetup
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Best Dad
Homemade Spacecraft from Luke Geissbuhler on Vimeo.
Father and Son Send iPhone Into Space
After eight months of research, a father son team in New York attached an iPhone to a weather balloon and sent it soaring into space. Over the course of seventy minutes, the phone, with video camera running, climbed to about 100,000 feet, or 19 miles. After the balloon burst, the iPhone came hurtling back to earth in a custom-built carrier and landed 30 miles outside of the city. Using the phone’s GPS, though, dad was able to drive out, retrieve it and upload the video to Vimeo.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
or better yet
how long until someone finds me?
id say. one week for the cat
and three weeks for the human
he (cat) watches me constantly. waiting for his chance to get a bite at this face.
FUCK YOU CAT
DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.