Alright Lycans and Ghouls, here’s a little Halloween treat I’ve been working on for y’all… A little something to do with the children of the night… rock n’ roll… Wampyr…
It’s only a first draft, but check it out and leave your frightful comments at the end.
I was recently struck by just how much of a seemingly invisible influence music has had on my personality. I was also somewhat befuddled by the difference between my grown-up perception of the music that has molded me, and the actuality of my influences. There are glaring similarities, to be sure, but that’s like comparing the moons of Jupiter to our piddly little nite-lite.
This all started with a quiz. One of those endless pain-in-the-ass, normally-I-wouldn’t-but-if-so-and-so-did-it – random bullshit quizzes that makes you choose your top 5 albums, top 5 golden age wrestlers, top 5 toilet paper brands, top 5 Twihard Milf-bait actors… what-have-you.
Apparently there’s a commercial playing on Canadian TV for the Comedy Central show Tosh.0 which features some small amount of our old friend Ramone! of VIVA RAMONE! talking about Assquatch and possibly Elske McCain’s ’special effects’ (You can check out his videos in the VodPod box to the right or at YouTube).
I spoke to the Masked Maniac the other day and – after a protracted and very strange story about being beaten and locked in a trunk by some mafiosa – he told me that his latest Mask surgery was a phenomenal success and he expects to be returning to action (on the net, if not necessarily in the ring) very very soon. Check him out on Myspace at http://www.myspace.com/ramoneesmuymacho
VIVA RAMONE!
Uno mas revisión cerveza, Por favor?
Just some quick news and an excerpt.
First very rough, very shaky draft of the new story is done. This one may or may not be the story I submit for inclusion in the forthcoming, as-yet-untitled, Penultimate Ditch Efforts anthology with messr’s Scott Phillips-eses…es…
I won’t go into too much detail, being that it’s still in the planning stages, but the book is shaping up to be a pretty cool idea and there are a lot of very talented people involved… least of which being myself. But I’m gonna give it the ol’ College drop-out try.
The basic ‘theme’ we’re working with is “Shitty Jobs” so I have a few ideas (read 7 – 2 with any immediate promise) but I’m going to focus on 2 of them and try to work them both up and see which one ‘the chief’ (original recipe Scott Phillips) enjoys more.
Here’s a tiny excerpt from the first draft of the first story.
Currently titled “The Demise Of Jock Durvil” :
Whether it was the name or not, nobody can really be sure, but Jock Durvil was a grade-A peckerhead if ever there was one. His name was really Jacques, like French for Jack, but sometime after kindergarten, he just shifted to Jock and he became that guy. It wasn’t that he was really good at any of the sports he played, nor that he was even particularly athletic. He didn’t have any great talent or any kind of a mind for strategy; it wasn’t even a question of having charisma, or being a natural leader. What Jock had – the thing that made him the swaggering, meatheaded, overblown and supremely confident jackass that lived up to the stereotypes inherent to that name – was the need to be accepted at any cost. He would make his body suffer. He would work it to its limits. He would beat it into the ground. He would take hit after hit after hit after hit, and just keep getting up, and he would gladly be the one to take the signal to cripple an opposing player and give his team the edge. He took his orders and he did his job, no matter how ugly or vicious. If anything, he was a perfect soldier. ‘Yes Sir’, ‘No Sir’, Heel click and a goose-step salute. He would have made a fine Nazi. *
So stay tuned for more news on what shales in Axel-land, but keep in mind that I probably won;t post the whole story in any form on here until after one of them is picked for the collection.
*From The Demise Of Jock Durvil by A.R. Howerton
Alright, alright… I know I just posted some Star Wars BS a few days ago… but between revisiting that project and stirring the potpourri in my fevered brain while considering ideas for a story on “Shitty” jobs, I got this little nugget caught in my mental plumbing. Nothin’ fancy, quick little ditty, but I think it’s pretty funny for a mad dash of a ’story’.
Click on for DARK FLUSH OF THE SITH!
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