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Sunday, April 19, 2009
Abandon all Hope...
Below is some concept art I made with my Brushes App for the iPhone. It is concept art for a short film I'm currently making with Timothy Andrew Wilson. The Film has been in production for some time now, taking longer than we expected due to the myriad technical challenges we've encountered. The Progress of the film can be followed at my other Blog - Mamu Rising
The Head Wound Guy wanders through the night...
The Interrogator Descends...
The Head Wound Guy wanders through the night...
The Interrogator Descends...
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Ready or Not...
Curious little piece of Russian Animation.
I seem to find one or two of these lovely little films each week. And if they are good enough, I will link them here for you to enjoy
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Friday, April 13, 2007
Sweet Cheeta
I hope I do not have to apologize for the simian centric posts as of late but we have some special monkey news for you. Everybody wish Cheeta, the worlds most famous living monkey a wonderful 75th birthday.
According to the internets, Cheeta's career began in 1932 with Tarzan the Ape Man and went on to make a total of 12 Hollywood pictures. Most of Cheeta's pictures were Tarzan films, but he did foray into some animal ensemble work with 1942's Dr Doolittle.
According to Hollywood legend, Cheeta was apparently growing more and more despondent over the publics view of him as Tarzan's sidekick and not the other way around.
After his smashing performance in Dr Doolittle, Cheeta retired to his Palm Springs animal sanctuary were he unwinds embalming sharks in large boxes of glass. No not really, He makes and sells abstract paintings.
I had no idea how long monkeys could live so I checked it out and it appears that monkeys that live in the wild usually live to between 30 and 40, whereas monkeys in captivity live to be about 60.
Unless that monkey picks up bad habits like smoking or wields a firearm in gangsta fashion.
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
Pan Troglydytes of the World Unite
It looks like we may have a new spectacle in the Cultural Wars approaching. The Theatre of War this time is ... Wait for it...Vienna- Vienna? say what? Not only that, This showdown is about the human rights of a Chimpanzee!
Check it out
Well it seems it is probably more about his right to stay out of the local
vivisection lab. Now a noble crew of Primate Groupies are hurling fist fulls of cash and thumping their chests for all the world, and just generally stirring up some hominid righteousness which, if you think about it, is what is right.
After his trip through the court systems Haisl,the chimp, will surely come out with a new blood thirst for humans and a mean overhand attack with a sharpened stick to impale his chimp detractors.
Or maybe he is held in contempt of court for smoking a cigarette and spends a long week end in the local lock up before being bailed out by Paul McCartney or Robin Williams and ultimately returned to his homeland. Where he would shiv his way to the top and rule benevolently in a self assured god-like status, knowing the human world so intimately. And mucho mating.
All I really know is that he needs to get the hell out of northern Europe. Even their Artist are uniquely barbaric. This Fellow tattoos Swine.
Check it out
Well it seems it is probably more about his right to stay out of the local
vivisection lab. Now a noble crew of Primate Groupies are hurling fist fulls of cash and thumping their chests for all the world, and just generally stirring up some hominid righteousness which, if you think about it, is what is right.
After his trip through the court systems Haisl,the chimp, will surely come out with a new blood thirst for humans and a mean overhand attack with a sharpened stick to impale his chimp detractors.
Or maybe he is held in contempt of court for smoking a cigarette and spends a long week end in the local lock up before being bailed out by Paul McCartney or Robin Williams and ultimately returned to his homeland. Where he would shiv his way to the top and rule benevolently in a self assured god-like status, knowing the human world so intimately. And mucho mating.
All I really know is that he needs to get the hell out of northern Europe. Even their Artist are uniquely barbaric. This Fellow tattoos Swine.
Friday, March 23, 2007
Radio Radio
So this morning when I am rolling to work in my American Car with FM radio I punch the buttons on the old man side of the dial just in time-I am assured-to ride shotgun with Bad Company or rape and pillage with the mighty Zep.
And predictably for me and classic rock I'm half right.
What I do hear when I tune in is the ending of Led Zeppelins Dancing Days when the lady DJ (always with the lady DJ's these guys) comes on and says that's right That is Dancing Days by Led Zeppelin and it is our Tenth song in a row.
I scream aloud as I wait for my parking gate to open. I scream again "Of Course it's Dancing Days! If you haven't learned that in the last twenty five years then you should be condemned to another twenty five years of listening to this shit" Then My gate opened and they went to commercial and I sat in traffic and punched the buttons some more.
Naturally all of this got me thinking about comfort and predictability.
I commute through the puzzle zones before lunch .Disc Jockey's, in exchange for the promise of a free lunch, posit conundrums for the audience to decipher. The audience is listless and easily distracted.
The familiar noise from the air waves fills thier quiet spots. lists and themes are rigoursly wrought from a small canon of music that stretches from Bono to Zozo. Classic Rock.
The Lunch contests on these radio station are usually in a form not unlike the wheel of fortune where the DJ knows a word or phrase and the listener is supposed to divine this word or phrase from some amalgamation of song titles and band names.
Most times these questions are simple enough for most machine shops, kitchen workers, roofers, carpenters to figure out. The logic is working class as far as I can tell but i have the luxury of having to listen to only the last ten minutes.
Unlike the oldies station that does its best to throw its lunchtime weight around with the office world of women and their many marketability in the obvious parallel of the construction sight- the dentist office gals , the ladies in the printing shops front office, the harpies in accounts receivable at Lockheed Martin.
In a post snack time world where puzzles are hard and just being able to list ten songs passes as achievement, at work when one should be, I dunno working, they waste no time getting their call in in less than ten minutes. And it seems that it is always Alba Garcia who wins.
And predictably for me and classic rock I'm half right.
What I do hear when I tune in is the ending of Led Zeppelins Dancing Days when the lady DJ (always with the lady DJ's these guys) comes on and says that's right That is Dancing Days by Led Zeppelin and it is our Tenth song in a row.
I scream aloud as I wait for my parking gate to open. I scream again "Of Course it's Dancing Days! If you haven't learned that in the last twenty five years then you should be condemned to another twenty five years of listening to this shit" Then My gate opened and they went to commercial and I sat in traffic and punched the buttons some more.
Naturally all of this got me thinking about comfort and predictability.
I commute through the puzzle zones before lunch .Disc Jockey's, in exchange for the promise of a free lunch, posit conundrums for the audience to decipher. The audience is listless and easily distracted.
The familiar noise from the air waves fills thier quiet spots. lists and themes are rigoursly wrought from a small canon of music that stretches from Bono to Zozo. Classic Rock.
The Lunch contests on these radio station are usually in a form not unlike the wheel of fortune where the DJ knows a word or phrase and the listener is supposed to divine this word or phrase from some amalgamation of song titles and band names.
Most times these questions are simple enough for most machine shops, kitchen workers, roofers, carpenters to figure out. The logic is working class as far as I can tell but i have the luxury of having to listen to only the last ten minutes.
Unlike the oldies station that does its best to throw its lunchtime weight around with the office world of women and their many marketability in the obvious parallel of the construction sight- the dentist office gals , the ladies in the printing shops front office, the harpies in accounts receivable at Lockheed Martin.
In a post snack time world where puzzles are hard and just being able to list ten songs passes as achievement, at work when one should be, I dunno working, they waste no time getting their call in in less than ten minutes. And it seems that it is always Alba Garcia who wins.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
So I've been re watching a lot of Peter Greenaway flicks lately and last nights addition was the aptly title The Cook the Thief His Wife and her Lover.
I recall seeing this feature a few times before, but it only looked familiar. So the story seemed new to me.
But I am not here to talk about the film, I just need to note an observation I had while watching this film.
The Bad Guy in the story,Albert Spica- played by Michael Gambone, is a hideous self absorbed thug without a clue as to his vulgarness. Every thing about this character seems to be the prototype of another clueless self absorbed bully Ricky Gervais's David Brent.
Although Greenaway's brute is a disagreeable wife beating murderer with a penchant for scatological violence-he really makes you like him when he shivs a eunuch child-
one must remember he is after all English.
Even though David Brent is a short sighted selfish sycophantic tyrant unable to mask his extraordinary ability to suck-up one wonders how he may behave if he knew his wife was making hot love in the dank blue light of a spider infested mop closet behind the coke machine on the second floor?
I recall seeing this feature a few times before, but it only looked familiar. So the story seemed new to me.
But I am not here to talk about the film, I just need to note an observation I had while watching this film.
The Bad Guy in the story,Albert Spica- played by Michael Gambone, is a hideous self absorbed thug without a clue as to his vulgarness. Every thing about this character seems to be the prototype of another clueless self absorbed bully Ricky Gervais's David Brent.
Although Greenaway's brute is a disagreeable wife beating murderer with a penchant for scatological violence-he really makes you like him when he shivs a eunuch child-
one must remember he is after all English.
Even though David Brent is a short sighted selfish sycophantic tyrant unable to mask his extraordinary ability to suck-up one wonders how he may behave if he knew his wife was making hot love in the dank blue light of a spider infested mop closet behind the coke machine on the second floor?
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Deep Space, Fire and Ice
Seems like Old Fermi and his Paradox are making the rounds again. But this time the extra-terrestials are waiting on us. And I hope they aren't expecting us to bring the beer.
According to Stephen Webb's new book, If the Universe Is Teeming with Aliens… Where Is Everybody? Fifty Solutions to the Fermi Paradox and the Problem of Extraterrestrial Life it is the aliens who have come to the conclusion that it is natural, logical and right for other life forms to colonize deep space.
It would appear that everybody is waiting on someone else to make the first move.
And from the Crazy Occidents file we have this.
According to this story, the infamous Japanese whaling ship Nisshin Maru is smoldering off the coast of New Zealand. The apparent cause of the fire has (ironically) something to do with Whale Oil.
This particular vessel is a bit different then the whaling boats used by Norway and Greenland.
The 8,000 ton "research" vessel not only has a crew of 149 and water cannons for protection, it also has an on board meat processing plant to expedite the whole business of canning whale. It is usually accompanied by several smaller whaling ships of which it uploads their cargo.
This is not the first time that the Japanese Whaling industry has found itself the object of derision. In 1986 several years after the World put a moratoriaum on whale hunting, Japan resumed its ancient practice under the guise of Research.
Greenpeace and other Eco-Activist have repeatedly harassed the Japanese Whaling Industry going as far as ramming one of their ships a few years ago. The Esperanza, Greenpeace's reconfiged tug boat that is well known for shadowing the whaling vessels, received the Nisshin Maru distress call, but the admiral of the ship chose not to receive their help and instead unloaded its crew to one of the additonal whaling vessels traveling with the hunting fleet.
Now the Nisshin Maru smolders in the icy seas of the Antarctic, awaiting for to be swallowed by the mighty leviathan.
You may also remember the Nisshin Maru from Matthew Barney's tedious and lethargic crapterpiece Drawing Restraint no 9.
According to Stephen Webb's new book, If the Universe Is Teeming with Aliens… Where Is Everybody? Fifty Solutions to the Fermi Paradox and the Problem of Extraterrestrial Life it is the aliens who have come to the conclusion that it is natural, logical and right for other life forms to colonize deep space.
It would appear that everybody is waiting on someone else to make the first move.
And from the Crazy Occidents file we have this.
According to this story, the infamous Japanese whaling ship Nisshin Maru is smoldering off the coast of New Zealand. The apparent cause of the fire has (ironically) something to do with Whale Oil.
This particular vessel is a bit different then the whaling boats used by Norway and Greenland.
The 8,000 ton "research" vessel not only has a crew of 149 and water cannons for protection, it also has an on board meat processing plant to expedite the whole business of canning whale. It is usually accompanied by several smaller whaling ships of which it uploads their cargo.
This is not the first time that the Japanese Whaling industry has found itself the object of derision. In 1986 several years after the World put a moratoriaum on whale hunting, Japan resumed its ancient practice under the guise of Research.
Greenpeace and other Eco-Activist have repeatedly harassed the Japanese Whaling Industry going as far as ramming one of their ships a few years ago. The Esperanza, Greenpeace's reconfiged tug boat that is well known for shadowing the whaling vessels, received the Nisshin Maru distress call, but the admiral of the ship chose not to receive their help and instead unloaded its crew to one of the additonal whaling vessels traveling with the hunting fleet.
Now the Nisshin Maru smolders in the icy seas of the Antarctic, awaiting for to be swallowed by the mighty leviathan.
You may also remember the Nisshin Maru from Matthew Barney's tedious and lethargic crapterpiece Drawing Restraint no 9.
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