This is the first in a series of Star Trek 3-themed crayola-on-printer-paper pieces I'm working on. I'm sure you were all as terrified as I was when I first saw the destruction of the Enterprise in Star Trek 3, and so I've brought that to life in Crayon form for you here. But first, the scene in question:
And here's the piece
In case you're having difficulty reading the Crayon dialogue, the exchange is thus:
Kirk: My God, Bones, what have I done? McCoy: What you always do, Jim. Turn certain death into a fighting chance to live.
Next time: Tragedy strikes Kirk (The Death of David)
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In more important news, my brother-in-law continues to fight the good fight. We've been given several grim assessments by the Doctors, however, every benchmark they've given us for Torrey's life expectancy has been met and beat. (48 hours, then at one scary point it was "several hours to a day", one week, etc...) He's either a stubborn bastard or he really likes the attention, because every day he clings and claws onto his life, while we root him on from the sidelines. It's remarkable and a testament to him that he's kept up the fight this long.
Monica holds up better than anyone I know possibly could, including myself. She's taken the appropriate steps to ensure her own sanity is kept, and myself and my parents have rallied around her, making sure she has everything she needs from us. She's there in the hospital every day, talking with the doctors and nurses, discussing treatment options, etc.
Thalia has really taken to having her Uncle back in the house, especially under these circumstances. She's in therapy, which also seems to be helping her deal with her frustrations over not having seen her Dad over the past 6 weeks. We just got a ridiculously huge inflatable pool with a slide for the backyard, and she's loving that. So am I, actually.
It's an odd feeling, laughing and joking with the family while this massive black cloud hangs over us. We've never been confronted with an obstacle this great as a unit, and, although it's certainly not easy, and has put us all on on edge to varying degrees, it's comforting to know that this is the family I was born into, that this is how we deal with adversity when it arises. The same can be said for the friends we keep. We can't control Torrey's liver or his blood pressure or any of the many ailments he's suffering from, but we can control how we approach the situation, and, no matter what the outcome, tragic or miraculous, it's certainly proved a lot about the kind of people around me.
Being back home always leads to coloring time with the niece. Yesterday, we sat down and created two masterpieces. This first one is a surrealist-inspired crayola-on-printer-paper by my niece, entitled "Cats and Dogs."
Next up is my latest genius-stroke, a sweeping futuristic war vision, inspired by the great Revolutionary War painters Alozno Chappel, James Peale, and Augustus G. Heaton. Its title is "Epic Battle in Federation Space."
Currently
listening
:
Hannah Montana
By
Hannah Montana
Release date: 2006-10-24
Headed back to Sacramento next weekend to stay for a spell, to help out with the family while my brother in law is laid up. On the good side, it's forced me to quit the job just a bit earlier than I had expected to. On the bad side, I'll miss rising above early and working on comics with Jeff and I'll miss staying up late and going to bed with Michele, a routine I've become way fond of over the last 6 months or so. But life tosses this shit at you sometimes, you just have to roll with it and make the best blah blah. And it'll be nice to be able to torture the niece again every day like the old days, so there's good in everything. Coming back to Los Angeles a year or two ago didn't always feel like the right choice at the time, but it's turned out much much better than I had thought it ever could have back then. Funny how shit works.
Anyways, the point is, if any of the Sacramento friends are reading this, I'll be back in a little while, for a little while, so let's do Sacramento stuff!
And anyone who hasn't been watching the Finals has been missing out!!
The NBA goes all Borg on your ass...
Currently
listening
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Evil Urges
By
My Morning Jacket
Release date: 2008-06-10
It's been a shitty couple of weeks for the family. In short, my brother in law, Torrey, is way sick. If any of you out there pray to Jebus or Bootah or the Force or Tom Cruise or whomever and pray on a regular basis, do me a solid and throw in a good word for my niece's Dad. I'm not a religious guy, but I do believe that good thoughts and good minds can help when needed. So even if you just toss out a mental shout-out of well-wishes to him, it'd be much appreciated by myself. His name is Torrey, and he's damn fine people. Not gonna go into details here, but my sister has set up a bloggity to keep people updated on his condition.
And it goes like this the fourth the fifth...
Current mood: froggy
Ever get that feeling that something is too good to be true? You meet a girl (or boy or dog or whatever), she's amazing, but there's that unsettling feeling that it's gonna come crashing down at any moment. Or your team gets into the playoffs, and they're doing really good, but you just know something's gonna fuck it up. Or someone brings german chocolate cake over, but it turns out there's fucking nuts in it and therefore, it is decidedly un-edible. After Barak's win in Iowa tonight, I'm really getting that sinking feeling that something shitty is gonna happen. Like I'm living in the parallel universe where all our leaders are cocksuckers and the good ones go too soon. What would have happened if Kennedy, King, the other Kennedy and/or even (and especially) Lennon survived? Is there an Earth out there that's the shiz because a bunch of whack jobs decided to leave their guns at home? Could any of us know how cool things may have been if Nixon wasn't elected? Seeing B-Rock (that's my new nickname for him) deliver this amazing victory speech tonight (and this is just the first lousy caucus), conjuring up MLK and Bobby and Jack all in one package, I'm just hoping they're tripling up on Secret Service is all I'm saying. We need the man in one piece for the next nine years. NEED him. Someone make me a B-Rock shirt.
Randomly changing gears before I have to go to bed and wake up to pizza rolls and comic books... yes, I'm eating pizza rolls tomorrow morning, I'm all out of english muffins.
Just cuz I know she's MySpace-deficiant these days, and it's been awhile since I've posted art on here (Alien Echo shit coming soon, promise) here's a housewarming present I'm working on for my homey. It's her dog as a zombie.
Find of the day: Holy moly. The Beatles in the studio recording Hey Bulldog, my second-favrit Beatle song! Yay for YouTube. Check it out, though, John's totally got helmet hair--
And if that ain't to your liking, just stop what you're doing and soak in this little slice of nutless german chocolate soul:
Today is a good day to pwn!
Current mood: triumphant
Okay, here we go. Time to put an end to this crazy Vulcan woman and her highly illogical assertion that Vulcans are cooler than Klingons. I would have written this ealier, but my Vulcan cable modem is on the fritz.
1. Klingons got rid of one of the lamer characters in Trek history. Mama's Boy David Kirk was probably the lamest son in the history of everything, his lameness compounded by the fact that he has Kirk genes, and yet is STILL a weeny. Didn't even put up a decent fight against a Klingon flunky. David Kirk (wait, I know his last name was taken from Kirk's baby's Mama, but I ferget what her last name was) was like the Julian Lennon of the Kirk Universe. Thanks for keeping us from further David lameness, D'oc Br'wn!
2. Vulcans may have built-in sunglasses, but Klingons have secondary EVERYTHING: two spines, two livers, two hearts. Two hearts! Twice the heart, twice the cool!
3. A Klingon faced with a dog that pees on his carpet is a Klingon who now has fresh food for his Targ and a rug that no longer gets peed on. Problem solved!!
4. Video Evidence, Exhibit A:
Maybe the coolest pickup line EVER:
5. Video Evidence, Exhibit B:
Klingons can make even Opera cool.
6. Video Evidence, Exhibit C:
And finally... you will never ever EVER EVERRRR see a Klingon do this:
Spock is singing a ballad about Bilbo Baggins. Nothing can possibly trump the absolute lameness he brought to his fellow Vulcans when he did this.
K'Plah!*
*translated from Klingon, for "success!"
Case closed.
Okay, but while I'm at it, this is still the coolest scene in film history. So Vulcans get a kudo for that.
Or: The nerdiest thing I've ever been forced to write.
Here are ten definitive and conclusive (pwning) reasons why Klingons rule so much more than Vulcans.
1. Klingon Cleavage:
2. When a Vulcan wants to get in a person's head, they use a wimpy mind meld. If a Klingon wants to get into a person's head, they use a knife. (Or Bat'leth, whichever one is available.)
3. When Klingons mate, the result is usually an abundance of scars, bruises, sometimes even broken bones. Battlescars of luurv-making. That's hot. When Vulcans hump, on the other hand, a psychic bond is created between the two mates that can last for several days. Let's think about that. A psychic bond. In other words, if I get some lovin from a Vulcan, they'll end up knowing that I really wanted to slip out to Burger King instead of cuddling afterwards. Or worse, that sometimes I (involuntarily) think of Bill Cosby mid-coitus. See? That was gross, right? Now imagine feeling that way that every time you get freaky with someone. Uncool, man, uncool.
4. Klingon's beverage of choice is Blood Wine. Awesome, right? Vulcans, on the other hand, prefer Vulcan Brandy. How quaint. And by "quaint," of course, I mean "laaame."
5. Famous Klingons include:
Dee-bo (Random Klingon in Star Trek: Enterprise)
Doc Brown (Krieg in Trek 3)
And, um. John Tesh. (Think he was a Klingon in a cameo for Next Gen. Not helping my case, I know.)
6. Vulcans all have the same haircut. Which is also the same haircut I had when I was ten. Pretty lame, Milhouse.
7.Klingons live by the motto "Today is a good day to die!" Vulcans live by the motto "Live Long and Prosper." So, to sum up: Klingons are like James Dean and Vulcans are like The Golden Girls. Or something. Moving on.
8. Admittedly, Klingons have relaxed brains. But yet they rule like half the galaxy or something. The Vulcans have been around for like thousands of years before either humans or Klingons, are way smart with their fancy logic and yet, they rule over... um, their own planet? I think? Maybe time to play catchup?
9. They destroyed the Tribble home world. Dirty Tribbles.
Which got me thinking once again to a point a friend and I were jabbing about a week or so ago. As much as I love love love space, why are we spending so much damned tax money going up there and doing fairly useless stuff when there's so much work to be done here? Do we really need a map of Antarctica, for that matter? How much do you think that cost? I'm all for exploration and stuff, but now that the private sector (read: a bunch of nerdy rich people) seems to have been taken by the space bug, can we just shut NASA down and call it a day? They can't seem to get a shuttle into space these days without having the foam (foam? really?) they built it with fall apart, and why anyone still trusts them for a safe ride to the corner store let alone the Moon is beyond me.
I was in jolly-old England when the whole Challenger disastrophe went down, and, as space-fever didn't really hit in the UK when it did in the US, I wasn't as shaken by that day as a lot of my current friends were. I didn't see it live, as live TV didn't exist in England at the time (I'm lying, but I think it was past my bedtime over in Greenwich Mean Time), I heard about it the next day. But I would imagine that the kids my age, in the next 20 years or so are going to be the ones in real power, and they'll probably be all too happy to put an end to public funding of the organization that motherfucked their childhoods on that day in 1986.
And if they don't, I may just. If I run for President in 2020, (after I've already conquered the world, mind you, being elected would just be a formality, or kind of a vanity project), I think I'll run on the anti-NASA platform. That is, unless, they start designing their crappy shuttles based on Star Trek ships. Then I'd run on the pro-NASA platform. I'm easy to please.
This is what happens when I blog at 4 in the morning.
Currently
reading
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The Homeless Channel
By
Matt Silady
Release date: 23 May, 2007
froggy
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