I just...

Beat the snot outta a She-Viper! Some crazy plant/snake/dragon/bitch from hell that shot seeds at me and flew around knocking me senseless.

Oh yeah baby!

Who's got two thumbs and is a bad ass demon hunter? Thats right, I do!!

Devil May Cry 4 may not be all that deep - but its hella fun to play!

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Is it wrong to think that the she viper was kinda sexy even though she only had a human torso and the rest of her was all planty and snake like?

Not to mention that...well...she's a video game character.

*sighs*

I gotta get out more.

Evil Dead Musical.

I originally talked about it here. Anyways here's a little clip close to the beginning of the play with Ash winning over his girl.

Freaking funny, yo! I wish it was playing here. :(

Hellboy: Sword Of Storms.

Just a heads up that the first of the two new Hellboy cartoons is released on the Cartoon Network tomorrow. You can check the trailer and official website of Hellboy: Sword Of Storms HERE.

Random...

Its getting cold. Like almost shiver cold. Bye, bye summer. Its not that I hate you, its just that your to damn bright and stifling.
I brought my plants in from the balcony for the season today, so now I gotta find something to put them on so Oy doesn't eat em. Speaking of Oy, the little bugger bit my lip the other day. I didn't bite back...but very seriously considered that as a possibility.

Its fun when your not supposed to know stuff...but you do...and nobody knows you do. Its like a dangerous, drunken, lustful power that you want to drink deeply of even though you know the road could lead to destruction. Or...its not? either way, people are funny.

I'm overwhelmed with the amount of game information flooding the streets right now. What with all the late summer/fall game shows (E3, Pax, TGS, X06) and Christmas coming I guess it reasons to make sense. I guess its just even more exciting as there are three new next gen consoles to play said games on so that doubles the fun factor. Still...not even pixies bearing platters of magic mushrooms whilst flitting about my head has excited me as much as what is coming in the next few months for gamer folk.

I'm in the middle of a shwack of double shifts right now and its killing me. In fact I don't have a single day off until next Friday. Granted there are a few days between now and then that I do only have to work one job for the day - and that in itself is almost like a day off right? Right? Speaking of work - I won the title of best 2nd cook out of all our restaurants in our city. A whole whopping 3 of em. Yes...2nd cook. Not 1st. I wasn't even nominated to win for 1st cook lol. Still, I got a $100 gift certificate for Best Buy outta the deal so that's kinda cool.

My new Bong works freaking amazingly! prolly to good even...but who am I to complain. Every hour or so I find myself needing to 'test' it to make sure that its still functioning as it should. :P

The book I'm reading, The Crooked Letter by Sean Williams, is incredibly awesome and perfect and wonderful and brilliant and astounding all rolled into one. I picked it up on a whim more or less. I saw the cover art and was impressed, read a few reviews and was even more impressed and then found myself one day months later spotting it in a bookstore and picking it up before buying any of the stuff that I had intended on getting. Very glad I did. Its horrific, its full of deities and demons (or what we would call demons at the least) and things that lurk in the night. You get to tour through the darkest levels of hell and the wastelands of what was once our earth. I'm not even halfway through it yet and already I fear I am reading to fast. I want this one to last. Luckily the second book (I believe) is due out on our shores very soon.

And that's that. Currently I am 36% complete on my 42 episode download of Flame Of Recca. Its been going for a day and a half now. I figure by the time I wake up Saturday it should be finished and I can start watching! Been meaning to give this one a look see forever it seems, and finally now it'll be one more I can cross off my list. :)

And that's it.

I have to go now and 'test' my bong agin! Cant be to sure if its still working properly...

The whole demon thing is pretty overdone.

The ground was frozen and hard, its icy chill seeped into my back and my legs as I lay there paralyzed. It wasn't the cold that rendered me motionless, but terror. A terror so strong that even breathing became something that seemed almost impossible to accomplish. Fear engulfed me, it became all that I was aware of...all that I knew.

True evil was grasping for my soul. Not the kind of evil that we see every day - Murder, theft, mental/physical abuse, or any number of wrongs done from one person to another; but true evil. Evil that one doesn't even know exists until they are face to face with it; when it’s too late to do anything but lay there immobile, gripped in your terror...

Evil in flesh...demon spawns that prey upon anything and anyone - Hunters of the dark that feast upon all that is weaker then they.

Mundane I know...but it was my dream and I didn't seem to have any control over it. Still I half to admit the whole demon thing is pretty overdone.

I had been running and running forever it seemed. I know there were people with me, but their faces were fuzzy...all skin and flesh blurred and distorted. One by one they fell away, whether it was from the fear that was licking at my own heels...or the demons themselves that hunted us I cannot be certain. All I know is suddenly...I was a lone.

Exhausted, I stumbled my way across a great field, my breath came ragged, the heat from my wheezing froze upon the air before me, wispy tendrils of mist that quickly evaporated into nothing. My feet felt sluggish, they couldn't keep up with the panicked racing of my mind. I had to move, I dare not look back, and I mustn't fall.

Fall I eventually did. I can’t be sure of what happened, at one point I was staggering my way through the dark and the next thing I knew I could feel shards of ice pushing against my cheek as I lay there motionless...heart racing, fear pumping through my veins.

Somehow through the static in my head I managed to roll over onto my back. I could see the outline of the scrub from a nearby bush, the stark branches sang out to me offering up the false hope of protection. Scrambling for all I was worth my fingers tore at the frozen earth, inch by inch I dragged myself beneath the bare skeletal branches of the undergrowth and shut my eyes tight...hoping that somehow in the darkness I could lose whatever it was that followed behind me.

There are no words that can properly convey what happened next. These were after all the images of a dream sleep that are often convoluted and muddled even for the one experiencing them. Suffice to say that as I had anticipated the glimmer of hope and protection that I had longed for under that stunted shrub was an empty promise as barren as the field I had just been stumbling across.

The demon had no face. It was a physical apparition I was sure...but at the same time there was no substance to who it was. I needed not to see it to know it was there, but still I was terrified of its physical bearing that beat down upon me. Slowly - but yet so fast that not a blink of my eye had passed, it was upon me.

There was no pain. I felt nothing but hysteria, but that in itself was worse then anything I could ever imagine. Suddenly I was looking down upon myself, frost was creeping its way across my face, my features forever frozen - locked in their last moments of despair. And then the sound came.

A deep resonating bass filled my ears, the image of my body lying upon the frozen earth disappeared and I was absorbed into blackness. All around me was the sound of evil. Trying to cover my ears to block out the crushing weight of what I was hearing was futile...I had no body to do so with. I became one with the bass line, my life bleeding out of me to the ongoing assault that devastated everything that I was.

And then I woke up.

Two minutes before my alarm was supposed to go off. And I swear to the gods...that for the next hour or so (or at least for as long as it took me to walk to work) all I could hear or think about was that terrifying sound. A bass line so deep that it felt like it would scramble your brains.

And that was how my morning started.

O_o

Evil Dead The Musical

With book and lyrics by George Reinblatt and music by Frank Cipolla, Christopher Bond, Melissa Morris and Reinblatt, the show turns Sam Raimi’s first two DEAD films into a musical comedy, with songs like “Cabin in the Woods,” “All the Men in My Life Keep Getting Killed by Candarian Demons” and “Do the Necronomicon,” along with live blood FX (portions of the seating are designated as a “Splatter Zone”).

Official site HERE.

I sat in awe and watched this man.

It was hot. The kind of day where one cant even fathom the idea of wanting to wear socks...Or any kind of underwear at all for that mater.

I was dreading the bus ride to work...The majority of the afternoon I was able to hide out in the air conditioned house and avoid all direct contact from any kind of nasty light...Or sun. The bus was going to be stinky...The smell of ass and the stench of peoples under arms was not something I was looking forward to.

So regretfully I made my way outside...suprisingly it was damn fucking windy...twas a dry wind however, the kind of breeze that really just irritates you more then serve any real purpose. Everywhere I looked people were happy. "Beautiful day, isn't it?" was something that I heard more then once as I made my way to the bus stop. Why, or how were all these people happy with this hot, bright weather? I mean for weeks now it has been grey and wet...Absolutely wonderful stuff...And all they did was complain. Now they are happy in the uncomfortable sticky heat? Am I missing something?

So I sit there plastered to the wooden bench awaiting the arrival of my bus...The sun beats down on me, and no mater how hard I wish it there is absolutely nothing I can do to remedy my discomfort. I fantasize about the iced cappuccino I passed up on the way to the stop (I knew I should have taken the five minutes to get one).

Pondering my poor decision making skills I see something that confuses and mystifies me even still...A man is walking towards me, presumably waiting for the same bus as me. He has bright shiny black dress shoes on...With snazzy silk socks that have an intricate pattern weaving in and out wrapping his feet and ankles. His dress suit was a beige color, the pants were loose...And the jacket had a fairly sharp cut to it, under the dress coat the man wore a black turtle neck...With a tiny logo of some sorts on the right side breast. Hooked to his belt was a cell phone, and around his neck was one of those bolo ties. Yes...A bolo tie with a turtle neck...I thought it was kind of strange as well. His hair was salt and peppered, and he wore it all slicked back...Very effectively showing off his receding hairline. He was a fairly big fellow, not fat...But broad of shoulder and high in stature. He carried a gold pocket watch, and used it frequently...Obviously agitated at having to wait for the public transport. Sitting down wind I caught a very powerful whiff of his cheap and extremely heavily worn cologne...He was popping breath mints by the second crunch, crunching them like they were tiny little worlds being destroyed by his god hood.

I sat in awe and watched this man...Here I was, no underwear on, short sleeves and loose shorts, a pair of low cut chucks without any socks...And I was dying. How in the hell can this man be wearing a suit jacket and a turtle neck...? Why hasn't he passed out yet from heat exhaustion?

Suddenly it dawned on me. The man was Satan.

It all clicked...The cheap suit, poor cologne...And stylish dress socks all pointed to the terrifying conclusion that this was indeed Lucifer, fallen angel and favored one of the holy Christ on high. I was dumbfounded in the design that led me here...Catching the 66 Grant downtowner bus line with Beelzebub himself was not something I was sure I wanted to do.

However here I sit hours later, able to tell my tale...So you can safely assume that everything turned out ok. Thinking back I have to wonder though...Why did the Ruler of demons need to hop a bus?

Random Picture.

Artwork by Barclay Shaw.