The science of art through the art of science.

Sunday, March 30, 2008

Spawn

Suddenly, my opinion on children has changed, perhaps because I have seen the future of what they may be like.



Oby Kenoby...pokie ball... adorable.
No mention of Han Solo or Chewbacca, I guess Harrison Ford and an eight foot tall growling dog aren't that interesting to a little girl...

She'll be getting it right by fifth grade with my my influence.

Vindication

Grrr.. Hit a snag…

All’s well now on the eastern front. For the time being I have to type on this archaic analog typewriter of a laptop, it doesn’t even have Word on it, I am using notepad to do my preliminary writing. I like to get a good sense of what it is I am writing by putting copy on plain white background (paper) before I attempt to assimilate it onto a webpage. Most know I have the utmost respect for ancient technology, I just need to feel my own equipment underneath my fingers (get your minds out of the gutter).

I just want to say that I look forward to getting back to writing as soon as I get my computer back into commission. I haven’t lost any pertinent information, just its use. Now for the sake of the stories, I will be jumping back onto the saddle as soon as I get my life corrected at this new location. Doesn’t bother me much, I am easy; just need a roof, a cedar bed, a can of food and a fiber optic broadband internet connection. Woof.

There is something I want to get off my chest. I would like to not to rant (like I always do), so I will breath steadily as I dictate. I have found that my interests are primarily kitsch in nature, I enjoy music that sours milk, company that appears questionable and I refuse to believe art is definable in sociological sense. The mundane and idiotic are the most humorous to me and I believe that humanity - as a whole - needs a good kick in the ass when it comes to sociological issues, technology and environmental impact.

My writing matches my moods and personality. I can write a psychological horror story that will leave you questioning existence itself, a steamy romance story that will make your body ache, a loving story about a girl and her puppy that will leave your eyes puffy and damp. I do not want my writing to “define” me or categorize me. I write to express opinion, fiction and fact and to make sure no one confuses which is which.

My opinions are rant like because I subscribe to the John Gabriel’s Internet Anonymity Theory. I abide all unspoken and unwritten laws about internet conduct, however, I feel the need to be opinionated and humorous. My rants are primarily attempts at stylized humor through personal anger. It is beneficial for me to turn the wrongs of the world into punch lines and common situations based on logical happenstances.

My horror may be disgusting and liable to get me thrown into an institution, but they are just stories and dreams, not manifestos. They just come out of my id and I just turn and twist them in order to get the continuity correct. I see it as nothing more than making faces in the bathroom mirror after a shower or screaming and making obscene noises while sitting alone in the car. Its healthy people!

The internet: Free exchange of ideas, facts and opinions. I plan on using it for such.

Can’t wait to get back to writing…

April 1st, I rise from the ashes and take control of all that I have and will have. Catch you soon.

Friday, February 8, 2008

Fruition

After a few posts over at wearebadluck.blogspot.com, I thought I would throw my hat into the ring (cliche).

Hi. o_0

The Rif has posted a link to an article that many should read as it pertains to all of us who get cable installed in our one bed room/studio apartments strictly for internet purposes.

This blog will become useful in the next few months as the advancement of the combined efforts of the Albino Eyelash Composition and Bad Luck Inc. come to, you guessed it, fruition. And that's The Word.

Now, the writer's strike seems to be in the cool down phase. I truly hope that they all get a fair contract that warrant's their three months of striking. I want all writers to get their fair share of internet royalties, but I also want new Daily Show episodes and at least one good movie next summer.

It is nice to see horror movies finally taking a back seat to something else that has no substance. As most of you who enjoy my company would know, I despise current horror movies. They are non suspenseful loads of rotten tripe. Here is a checklist if you are considering going to see a horror movie.

Yes, by all means go...
Zombies
Werewolves
Seemingly intelligent victims (you have to gauge from the preview, it's hard I know)
Macabre themes
Subtitles
Original Phenomenon (White Noise, cool concept, just a mediocre movie)
Original monsters
Black and white
Based on a graphic novel/ book
Apocalypse

Maybe, Maybe not...
Diseases
Sword/Gun play
Cover ups
Kids (sometimes their creepy[Poltergeist], sometimes I want to beat them to death[The Ring])
Twists
Curses
Ghosts/ hauntings
Sequels
Gore

By all means NO!
Vampires
Remakes (props to Rob Zombie though, but that was technically a prequel)
Torture (It's not suspenseful, its just gross, learn the difference)
Teenagers (especially sexy ones)
Obligatory Nudity/Fornication (Boobs and stabbing, this is how serial killers think you have sex)
Idiotic dialogue
Horror movies within movies (Scream)
Aliens
Natural Disasters
If the announcer says from the director/writer/producer/caterer of...
Death (It's death! It's going to win eventually! Final Destination my butt, your all just idiots.)
Inefficient weapons used by a single killer (hook, chainsaw, suicide machine hooked up to the hit counter on a website)
PG-13 (i.e. Not scary and there will be tiny kids running in between the aisles)
It's the number one movie/horror movie/weekend opener (You lie! YOU LIEEEEE!)

The only reason horror movies are number one is because they are the reality show equivalent for movies. They require little to no script (X writers), unknown morons willing to sweat, cry, get nude, breath heavily and say "Hello? Is that you Billy, this isn't funny!"(X actors). Blood= Corn starch, red dye and sometimes molasses and the horror usually involves one house, the woods or heaven forbid a town (X budget).

Real horror is written and it is far to suspenseful to stick in a two hour feel good segment about two teenagers who escape the blood soaked murderer of their vacation spot by "killing" the "bad guy" with a poorly devised plot and escaping mere moments before the camera pans back to the lifeless body when his eyes open and the audience questions if there will be a sequel.

THERE WILL BE because more than one came to see this one!

BOOOO! (Not in the scary sense, but more in the "I just payed a grand total of twelve dollars to have my butt fall asleep and listen to that ethnicity challenged teen talk on his Helio about that skank he banged last night while I get to hear little girls giggle about how awesome the movie was while a half hour list of damned soul's names scroll towards the top of the screen and some emo band plays a whinny tune about surviving. BOOO!)

I like leaving theaters hearing, "I don't get it." and "Man, that movie sucked!"
It's how I know my money was well spent.

If you would like to hear more rants, send any and all requests to albinoeyelash@gmail.com under a subject of something like..."Do Paris Hilton" or "Do contemporary philosophies of a Utopian society"

Both would end with me telling you we need to kill Paris Hilton.

I'll be waiting and thank you for reading.