Alis grave nil
Current mood: geeky
Category: Taken Blogging

Working like mad on a couple things. Firstly T'challa died up on me, and by virtue of... well SOMETHING, I actually happened to find a car without selling any of my favorite organs. Next: Looking for a new jorb. They're just not paying me enough to run the gun these days, if anything really unexpected happened, I'd be sunked. That's right. I said it. SUNKED. And Drawlin' writin', drawlin' writin', as always. It may also concern some of you that my heart may or may not have been stolen... that's alright though. If it was I probably wanted her to do it.

We saw Harry Potter pt 5: Harry Potter goes to college, a couple nights ago. I'd like to tell you all about it, but I'm still convinced you people are bad luck. All except Jim. He's just so... Jimpy.

Man, the Wonder years is great. It is an issuer of feelings and a diabolical wizard, casting into you feelings that never ever happened.
It is bizzare, in that I've never been a suburban white child, growing up in the seventies, but yet and still, there it is, and every goddamned word is true. I don't think I can accurately draw for you a picture of how awkward it is to realize that I'm pining for the days when I was traveling trough adolescence in some non-disclosed place in the midwest.


It never happened

That's how fucking good it is.

I'll leave you with that. Now go watch it!

Peas out!

-Kid

P.S.-The thing in the title says(supposedly): Nothing is heavy to those with wings

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With Jake the dog and Ben the human the fun it never ends...
Category: Music

I AM SORE... EVERYWHERE.

Improvoflash :   Dane made this. He didn't say I could post it... but he can't very well STOP ME! 

Take THAT, other peoples wishes. 

I heard from somebody I never EVER thought I'd hear from again tonight who wrote me with thoughts on Children of Men. Seriously. Go see this. There is no other answer but yes.

Concerning that movie, I had an idea for a shirt that said *SPOILERS*:
 Front: In the future, everybody dies     Back: ... EVEN THEO :(

I think I may actually make one.

Speaking of HORRIBLE things I made. I recorded this AWFUL song last week.
It is awful. I put it here to torment people that are interested in reading about my uninteresting life.

Just awful

You can hear AIM and me laughing several times in the background if you listen the right way.

 For some reason that is ceaselessly amusing to me.

-Kid:

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EDITED! It's my birthday tomorrow... no one here can know..
Category: Art and Photography

Everybody's asking what I did on my birthday. THIS is what I did on my birthday:

http://spencerranch.net/adventure/

It was quite a lot of fun.



On a completely unrelated note: WTF is this shit!?


-Kid (no, seriously... WTF?)

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No... you won't disarm my heart
Current mood: Disarm'd
Category: Disarm'd Movies, TV, Celebrities

If you wonder if I've been drawing: I have.

If you wonder if I'm alright: I am

If you wonder why I haven't written back: I'm a douche-bag

A few important things:

Firstly, I haven't seen Spider-man 3. As a point of courtesy, I'd have you to stop writing/calling to discuss it with me. Not because I don't love you, but because do I want to see it someday, so quit spoiling it.

Secondly, whether you're an enthusiast, or have a passing acquaintance with genre fiction, if you're off the Lost wagon, you got some 'splainin' to do. The second season got pretty lame toward the end, but we're knee-deep in ass kickery here on the back half of season three.

Wait for the DVD's, but watch it.
Seriously.

A brief aside, but related. BattleStar Galactica: DO IT!

Before I close, I'd just like to say that I am smitten... and I am witholding a terrible itch. A titanic urge to write songs and sonnets, worse still: JOURNAL entries, to sing her praises, as I am wont to do when I find myself in the heat of a smite. I cannot, though, indeed I hesitate to even speak her NAME here, for fear that the dropping of my tongue, and clatter of keys will prompt her to dry up and blow away.

... what are you doing here anyway? Shouldn't you all be reading MINUS!?

Well you should.

-Kid

MINUS!

Currently listening : Like Vines By The Hush Sound Release date: 06 June, 2006

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Put the stars back in the sky for me... please?
Current mood: Broody
Category: Broody Life

I've embarked on a sizable fall, followed by a somewhat remarkable return to normalcy. Art seems to be steadily trickling back to ancient and whither-dry digits and wonder back into musty and all but abandoned recesses.  I think that fearlessness may have found its way back to me as well. Sometimes the slings and arrows are just easier to suffer. Even when rebellion against them yeilds wild and unimagined places beyond reckoning.

I have been thinking a lot about the past. No... not that. Not her. People well worth the retrospect.

Growing up, I oft found myself lumped together with a certain breed of person. The kind of person that everyone seemed hopeful about and for.

We went 'round with expectations pinned to us like notes from teacher.
We were the hopes of a place in the grasp of death. A hopeful and hoping generation spawned  on the edge of oblivion, and charged with the rescue of a place that persisted somewhere between turmoil and irrelevance. I cannot profess to have been special, or to be any such thing now... but back there... for us. It sure did seem like a lot of folks needed us to be. I couldn't tell you where they all are. Not now.

 Jeff joined the Army. He has a family, seems like the same stir-crazy genius, too grand for mortal trappings. But contained therein, nontheless. Matt is a teacher, or such is my understanding. He seems pretty happy.

Everyone else? Dropped beyond the veil. Taken by the aether... or succumbed to mundanity. If those are even different things.

It feels like there's a vice tightening around my insides... For every step taken toward it, notoriety seems to take two in the same direction.

A little further out of reach.

 When we are old and dying, we will look back on these years, and the years in the interim and we willl see ourselves as either the ghosts of some greatness. A legacy kick-started or held aloft.... or as the frail and old jokes. The dust of what could have BEEN greatness.

So, Dust or Ghosts gentlemen?

What'll it be?

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Though it will not be the treasure you seek

Madness?


This is SPARTA!

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My... hat... is... AWESOME!
Current mood: Jane'd
Category: Jane'd Movies, TV, Celebrities

Sewing is a goddamned adventure.

Three cheers for needles, thread and those who weild them the way some people wield batarangs and grappling guns.

What? ... I'm a comics guy. What do you want from me!?

I am forging with mine own hands, sweat and herculean if not sloppy sort of affection, a gift for she who is unintentionally stealing more and more of me everyday. It will be a mess. A beautiful mess, spectacular and unending. It's radiance shall dim the very sun... in theory, that is.

Insofar as excecution goes? Well, we're still working on that whole spectacular part. Though, the mess? We got that on lock. I can hook you up with a mess in any one of ten different colors. We can even install it FOR you at your place of employment.

A quick word about Children of Men:

Fantastic. 

More words follow:

The movie in itself is like a test of endurance. An abominable contest to see how many times your heart can break per minute until you DIE. The future is horrible and the only country worth a damn is britain. Who'd want to live in a future like that?!

That said, go see it.

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For I am a poor and a wretched boy
Current mood: lathed bare
Category: lathed bare Movies, TV, Celebrities

I've written pages upon pages, trying to rid you from my bones

A sweet ass thing that's found me via this crazy lil series of tubes that you humans call the Internet.  Adventure time is like one of my ideas, or an idea of one of my contemporaries on the strongest juice there is. It's like something the likes of which should've sprang fully grown from my crown, WITH AN AXE, NO LESS:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nlS15vuFUL8

Sometime last month, I stumbled upon a whole lot of the old 'Are You Afraid of The Dark' show from the priceless and golden  days of saturday night Nickelodeon. SNICK, we the kids in the know, were heard to say. I can only ever find the bloody first season around these parts... so I really need somebody with heatvision, or the ability to fart lasers to start threatening the right people here to get all of these out in disc form.  So that I might commence my wholesale and shameless fawning over and subsequent purchase of them. The stories range from well woven and compelling as all get-out to mildly interesting and badly directed.

BUT that's just the thing. Outside the campfire tales, which if I might opine: are well worth the price of admission, there's a somewhat looser but AS interesting interpersonal narrative about the TELLERS of the stories. And the really great thing is any weakness in presentation and weaving of said yarn is built RIGHT into the show. There were two particular Midnight socialites, who's stories weren't to be missed. Namely Gary, the be-glassesed magic shop obsesser and Frank, who at first glance seemed an unbearable and streetwise urchin. He was, however a master at spinning lies most attractive. Concerning mad science and spirits and all manner of bizzare subject matter. Which, of course is the best kind. There were people, conversely, who told less interesting stories, with bland imagery. I'd like to think those kids grew up and left the midnight society to write for Smallville.

Oh no he DIDN'T

I can assure you, friends. I certainly did.

Anyhow. Midnight society=double-plus good.



In other words: Totally math.

-Kidventurer

Currently listening : Her Majesty By The Decemberists Release date: 09 September, 2003

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Adventure Ball!
Current mood: Wearing the cape

I had a dream friends... This dream had a titlescreen. It was called:

 ADVENTURE BALL:

Have you ever had a dream so real that waking... you know that tumbling back to ACTUAL life was almost like a kind of trauma? Lessons learned: dashed. Loved ones and triumphs: ERASED. Verily, specific and real things which had seemed extremely important to you just seconds earlier stolen by hideous conciousness.

So have I.

Adventure Ball was not one of these dreams.

No. Adventure Ball was a sort of small-time madness yanked SCREAMING from the womb of lady inspiration.

The dream centered around me and my son, who was a ten year old soccer prodigy. He was SO good that he was being courted by MLS (Major League Soccer, folks. Try to keep up), and not to be like thier mascot or star in way too cute commercials. No, but to play on the teams! LIKE FOR REALS! Anyhow, my best friend came to me with another sort of offer. He was working on a TV show. One that centered around a new kind of soccer. One played in an enormous mansion filled with traps and intrigue!

He called it Adventure Ball. I called it visionary.

I convinced my son to sign on for Adventure Ball. The game was glorious beyond all imagining. Indeed it was played in an exquisitely crafted mansion. In the tradition of the old south. Extravagant crystal chandeliers hid the ceiling at every convenience.

Adventure Ball itself was was like a kind of soccer.  Like and altogether UNLIKE at the same time. Played in a mansion, between two teams of kids. In order to obtain the ball the kids had to solve a bunch of clues which all together combined into a larger themed mystery.

Once solved, the ball would be released in the foyer of the mansion. It just dropped from the goddamned ceiling. So the idea was that you'd have this team of geniuses that solved clues and your better actual ATHLETES waiting in the foyer to snag that fucking ball, no matter who solved it first.

Once you got the ball the object became to keep it, while negotiating the mansions obligatory traps. Sliding walls, stars that turn into slides, moving rooms... because you see:  solving the mystery and getting the ball was only the beginning. You THEN had to take your previous clues and figure out thier greater interlocking relationship. For  the goals themselves are hidden somewhere else in the mansion. They have to be UNLOCKED.

So you have your superstar guys playing a kind of awesome booby-trapped soccer while your detectives simeoultaneously work with them to unfetter the goal so that they can score.

I estimate that an actual game of adventure ball would take about seven hours. And would be the single greatest thing HUMAN EYES EVER FELL UPON.
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Anyhow, while Adventure Ball took off and eclipsed every other sort of televised sport in popularity, the MLS guys got super pissed at me and decided to file a suit with the Supreme Court (WTF!? ) to have my son taken away. The basis of these claims was that only a negligent parent could EVER subject thier child to an exploitative and sensationalist sham of a sport like Adventure Ball.

I'm not sure what happened next, as I woke up, but I sure hope we won that case. And what's more the big game, which was going on at the same time.


I'll leave you with that. As it's completely strange and awesome as all hell.


-K. Diddy


P.S. In Adventure Ball the Movie, I should be played by Ben Stiller.

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Conversations in my head... I used to be a sentimental guy
Current mood: Unchanged
Category: Unchanged Blogging

Hello younglings,

Merry Christmas and all that festive junk.

I went someplace I'd rather not talk about, and did some junk I'd rather forget. So in lieu of talking about my stinky poo-poo christmas, we'll discuss public transit.

Last month my beloved steed T'challa crapped out on me and I took the bus for the better part of two weeks. The bus is something like a sanctuary for me. It is in all creation the one place I can go to get my own advice on things or just kind of be. Alone in a sweet, sorrowful somber, with only myself to please.

Verily it is the birthplace of all major Kid-related decisions for the next fiscal year.

I want to give a shout out to Domino's Pizza: 

Who I want to thank for thier seemingly tireless effort to force thier pizza mongers/chauffers to work during national holidays. Thier ceaseless commitment to keeping me swimming in 'sticks' both cinnamon-e and cheesey. Not to mention a fine selction of pizzas. Including the Brooklyn style pizza, available now; ONLY AT DOMINO'S . 

Get the door! It's Domino's

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