I met George Romero! Yes, the guy who directed the movies that I'm always going on and on about such as "Night of the Living Dead," "Dawn of the Dead," and "Day of the Dead" among many others. It was the perfect night for it as well as the perfect location... Alamo Drafthouse had the event outdoors at Pioneer Farms off of Dessau road, which as it turned out, was in the middle of nowhere just to add to the creepy feeling. I waited in line for two hours to get his autograph and get a snapshot (in black and white no less) of George Romero and I shaking hands.
They started the movies after an interesting Q&A session with George Romero.
Some zombie fan such as myself in the audience: "What did you think of the remake of Dawn of the Dead?"
George Romero: "Zombie's aren't supposed to run. They're dead, they're... all messed up." Quoting a line from the redneck sheriff in his movie "Night of the Living Dead".
And George Romero also stated that "Sean of the Dead" was worth watching, so I'm going to have to find that movie and check it out. Once I get the film developed, I'll scan it and post it for everyone to see. It was the Holy Grail of my horror movie obsession...
Bah.
More to come... I met George Romero!
Thursday, July 22, 2004
I've gotta get a new camera. I mean, I know I'm no professional photographer or have any of the equipment to even think to rival the Hza's photo's, but a nice little digital camera would be nice. I might have to pick one up in August, because from what you see below, the camera we're using right now just doesn't got what it takes to play with the big boys of the photo world.
Hell, my pictures taken on film are 100X better then what's below. Ah well.
Other things to pick up in August:
- A new computer (or at least upgrade the one we have... so I can play games, no other reason... not like I'm watching filthy pRon or anything)
- My testicles
- Food for the apartment
- A new couch and loveseat.. because the one that was passed down from my little brother's friend... I'm not gonna beat around the bush, that thing is nas-ty.
- A table, so I can sit at a table and eat without it spilling all over our couch, on the floor, and without other animals trying to take my food away. It's like a jungle in there.
- A new TV, a larger one, so Kris and I can finally sort out my troubled past of staying up late to watch TV and falling asleep on the couch. We'll move the old one into the bedroom where I can then fall asleep on the bed while watching TV and not be bitched at in the morning.
- Bug spray (to kill all the vermin that seem to be divebombing our porch).
Tuesday, July 20, 2004
From left to right, Shriek, Lupin and Lincoln.
Go forth my little children... My little beasts, go forth as my army and destroy the wretches with your cuteness. Eat the despicable roaches that haunt the darkest corners of porches and nature preserves. Grab hold of sunburned ankles and make them repent, for you are my little army of beasties.
We found homes for the two of the little monsters (Shriek and Lupin) on Thursday night... I was sad to see them go, but I know deep down in my heart that they will lovingly terrorize another family.
Went to Fiesta Texas with Kris, my father, my step-mother and foster brother on Saturday. Something's happened to me.... Where as once before I could ride The Rattler and the Boomerang with no problem... now, when I get off of these things, my stomach is doing flips...
I must be getting old.
More to come..
Thursday, July 15, 2004
Ah, to live in the woods. OR at least right behind the woods... With the majestic view of the woods accessible from our back porch, and just beyond that, to hear the gurgling brook. One would imagine that to be calm and restful.
Until the summer... when all the varmits and critters come out of the damn woodwork. Three foot long water moccasin's on our back porch, four inch long cicada's and mammoth beetles suicide dive bombing our back door, huge spiders with webs large enough to make Spiderman wonder if there are more of him, wasps the size of lemons and to top it all off, my oh so very favorite... Roaches. Or "Waterbugs" as they're called. I've made damn sure to keep the place clean, with good reason, because I HATE F*CKING ROACHES!!! And now, apparently, it doesn't matter what I do, they're coming up to the apartment, scurrying in the shadows and in the corners. I know they've received word from the roaches over on Olympiad.. My secret name that they whispered between them in the dark, the name that used to quiet the naughty little baby roaches at night/day... Roach Killer. "You better go to sleep or the Roach Killer will squash you and then display what's left of your corpse for all the other roaches to see, little Timmy.."
They're attempting to mount an assault to take me out. It's going to be an assasination attempt. I just know it.
Tomorrow, I will attempt to publish the picture of all three of my babies. Which, I'm sad to note, two of them have moved on to different homes. Which leaves my pick of the litter a little afraid and nervous... and lonely. Good thing our other cat Valentine has stepped up to the plate as surrogate mother. Either that or she's sizing up the kitten on which way would be best to devour her.
Hey... Valentine didn't get to be fifteen pounds by eating lite.
More to come... and my tribute to my little monsters.
Friday, July 02, 2004
Ooops. My bad. I haven't posted anything in over a month. Oh well, not too much that's been going on. Raising kittens, trying to fight the man. You know. The normal, everyday goings on that everyone usually associates with my life.
There has been a decision about the wedding, where it will take place and when. Looks like (hopefully) we will be getting married in October 2005... in a cave. Yes. The Longhorn Caverns. Actually... it's pretty cool. A real quick, brief history of the location where we are to be married, the actual hallway where the ceremony will take place, used to be a speakeasy back in the 20's and 30's (I'm not up to date on my Prohibition history... so whenever that was taking place, cause I'm in a rush). It was also used as a hidey hole for bank robbers and crooks in the 1800's and used to house a whole lot of bats. So if you go further into the cave, you can see the remnants of guano.
Gettin' married in a cave with bat turds. Nuthin' better.
In further news:
Sunday we will be holding, yet again, my fourth annual July Fourth Holiday In the Park! This time though, there's going to be some differences. Of course everyone who might read this site is welcomed, however, I don't think anyone's gonna show. They didn't show last year, but we still had fun. This year however, we have a ton of new people coming down. And afterwards, a fireworks extravaganza provided by the local rednecks of our loving community.
In still further news:
My family has been known for celebrating every holiday by decorating the yard and house. So, my mom goes to pick up one of those inflatable lawn ornaments. Some little shits down the street decided to slash it. The next night they moved some of the things around just to prove that they could. Since then, the lawn ornament has been pieced back together and still works...regardless though...
Tonight hunting season begins! If I find them, I will go to jail.
Little ghetto shits.
More to come...
