Arctic's Howl

I'm about fed up with this!

2009-01-12T02:54:38Z

Months, oh so many months, and not one reply to any of this journal posts. If no one replies to this, then you can get your news on FA.

Good night peoples!

Sabotage!

2008-11-16T03:57:00Z

No, no one sabotaged my gig, but I messed up another band that was playing before us! Right in the middle of their first song, I put in a CD in the mixer and turned the volume up REAL LOUD! What was the CD? It was called 101 fart sounds. We all got a kick out of it, even the band that was playing, so no harm done. As for the legal matter of my assault a while back, it has been settled out after they just gave up on calling me at 3:00 AM on the first night since it happened. Told 'em straight up "Even if you do make it big, your sound is hollow and emotionless, akin to the Jonas Brothers. Think, jackass! If you're in it for the girls, and only bringing in preteens, you're screwed. If you don't bang them, your grapes will become raisins, if you do, you get nail for rape. Give up!"

I rock at monologuing!

*Sigh* On the matters of this new girl I've been seeing, I'm at a standstill. My heart was already given to my previous girlfriend/fience, Clare, and I don't know what to give Nancy. I like her and all, but I hardly feel a thing when we kiss. I mean, I feel it touching my skin, but I feel no sensation. I assume she has only a small clue of this, as she made a comment on my blues, "That sounded like you had your heart ripped out."

In other news, I destroyed my scanner and set it on fire with the ol' white man trick!
Good news: I found out what the problem was!
Bad news: It was just a loose plug!

I fail!

I'm in deep!!

2008-10-22T03:00:37Z

Well, it's not really my fault, I mean, they did suck some serious ass, and the fact they played a Jonas Brothers song, and maybe because everyone who saw the gig were twelve year-olds and their mothers...

That's what I've been telling myself for some time now. I am now being threatened with LEGAL ACTION for deliberately assaulting a musician and destroying their guitar... in front of their parents...

We were playing at a cafe, which normally blasts Guns 'N Roses on a regular basis, just Nance, Gunther, and myself. We were called in by a bunch of seventeen year-olds to open for them, offering us twenty bucks each for a few song. Call me cheap, but I accepted it with a grin. We played a good set of cover song:

Heart Shaped Box - Nirvana
Holidays in the Sun - Sex Pistols
Get out the Door - Velvet Revolver (Mack Dog version, as I dare not shame Slash by attempting to mimic him!)
Cocaine Blues - Johnny Cash (Purely for my own shits-'n-giggles)
The Scorpion - Megadeth
Heaven is so Far Away - Offspring (We got booed off halfway through. Don't know why.)

We were doing really great, Nance's voice was bloody amazing on Heart Shaped Box and Heaven is so Far Away. I was fuming, and our drummer, a friend of Nancy's, and literally steaming, I really mean it, it was cool to watch him! Then I just though, 'Hey, if we're getting booed off, then this band may be worth sticking around for then!'Boy, was I freakin' wrong!!! Those kids, the the obviously copywritten name of Ejip Centrol (Try Egypt Central you little rats!).

They played a bunch of lousy covers, even, coincidentally, Holidays in the Sun, which we just did, and SOS by the Jonas Fags. I swear to you, my friends, my ears bled rivers. They were bad, even by Jonas standards. after some time (Me falling in and out of life from SEVERE blood loss), the show ended, the those little girls screaming at the top of their lungs. We were all waiting backstage, to get our pay and book it, but after the drummer, who shall remain nameless, said they sucked out loud, they began to pick a fight with us. But really, someone HAD to say it, I was about too. The guitarist even took a shot at my playing, calling it ripped off. I really took offense to it, as I am, in no way, a thief. I freakin' EXPLODED on this kid, who stood at eye-level to me. I said a whole bunch of shit, then booted the guy across his guitar, effectively snapping it in two. He fell on ground, then his mommy comes in for the rescue, waving a finger in my face. She actually told me that we sucked out loud, and was going to sue us for attacking her precious baby. Gag fest! We get banned from the cafe, a pending lawsuit for a civil dispute (At most, I'll be asked to buy the ass a new Squire Strat (It's $80 bitch, buy it yourself!!), and a heavy night of party drinking at my usual bar afterwards into the dawn (Yeah, only one bar that would allow me, nevermind trust me, to stay in the bar all by himself. One of the perks of having the owner's wife being one of my mom's best friends!).

That's that! Fuck the runts for sucking out loud, they won't survive!

My upside-down life, turned rightside-up.

2008-10-10T02:27:31Z

Since my fiance left me, my will to do anything deteriorated into oblivion. I became near-suicidal in a Kurt Cobain sort of way, such as a fascination with death, guns, the civil problems of 'society' and getting getting pissed at almost everything...

But it has changed now!

I met a girl at the bar I frequent often, kinda cliched, but I've seen her there a lot, even before my break-up. I was sitting in my usual spot, a corner in the room with a wall that has been scribbled on by many frequent patrons long before me, some scribbles being my own. She just came up to me out of nowhere, sat down, and had a drink. We didn't say anything for a while until she introduced herself. Nancy... Or so she told me to call her, I was later told her name was Heather, she didn't at all look like a Heather to me! She dresses like a punk rocker, and coincidentally, she was a guitar player/vocalist who was without a band, which is, in my opinion, like a fish out of water. Two weeks ago, I invited her into my home, just to chat and whatnot, and she just went ahead, picked up my prized Guild Standard Carved, which is a guitar I would break your fingers over if you touched it, and commenced playing/singing Smells Like Teen Spirit, which was a song by Nirvana (I'm going with this band as a theme for this journal, as so many things relating to them has happened recently) that really struck me hard. I bloody fell in love again, to a girl called Nancy.

Moving on, I took on a lodger, one of my friend's little bro's that got kicked out of the house for pretty much rebelling to his parents, insulting his grandparents, and such shit I kill someone for. He's behaved so far, probably because he thinks of me as a comrade in rebellion, so I have no complaints. I did lay down some heavy rules for him:

-My Studio is OFF LIMITS
-Touch my Guild, and you will find yourself on fire next to the river
-If it's yellow, let it mellow. Ifs it's brown, flush it down
-You must attend school if you're under eighteen
-You must have some sort of income, as mine will not cover you
-You will sleep outside if you do not come in the house before 10PM
-No more than two friends at any time on my property, which includes lawn, driveway, and inside my home
-Make you're own damn food
-be nice to my dog

And that would be it for my rules. Pretty hardcore if you ask me.

Even more recently, we (Gunther, Nancy, and myself) went out on the town, looking for any action. Nancy somehow managed to swipe Gunther toque, and I just stood there, staring at him. After watching so many music videos of Nirvana, I have came to find out Gunther is the spitting image of Kurt himself! Though his hair is a tad to long, but we fixed that! Now, Nance is joking around, calling us the zombie trio, commenting my hairstyle and accent/slang is supposedly relative to dead punk king, Sid Vicious. I don't see it.

Anyway, that's my life for ya. Mack Dog (AKA Zombie Sid) signing off!!

My month

2008-09-05T21:09:13Z

Well, I've finally going to do what I've been putting off for two years... College. I have finally been accepted into Red River Tech after trying to register two years straight. I managed to get in solely for the tech and art courses. Lucky me, Mack Dog Studios is going to get a boost in its skills.

And that's right, I've finally made a room in my basement into an art studio/computer room with enough space to fit about five people with a good arms-length of space between them without hitting any equipment. I've put a decal on the door saying "Mack Dog Studios", though it kinda camouflages amongst all of the band stickers.

I began dating again, after recovering from minor mental breakdown. And already dumped one bitch with grande reason: Kicked my dog with intent to harm. Told her to leave my home, and as she tried to make an argument, I snapped, which is rare in the extremes, and called her every name under the moon, constantly on the offensive, ending with me slamming the door on her face. I seriously think she deserved it. Hell, I've already forgotten her name.

Not much else other than I got a new guitar, a Fender Jaguar, orange-ish. Only but it to make Gunther, my best friend and Fender lover, jealous.

I've lost all hope on the youth of today...

2008-08-06T03:01:23Z

So... I come home from a relaxing trip and I figure out today that my best childhood friend was brutally beaten up by some prick and his younger brother. I just gave him a call to tell him to get well real soon, you know, the sort of thing a real friend would do. He informed me more about the entire thing, gave me some details before he broke down in tears. All he was doing was hanging out by a local skate park and two guys, A 19 year-old and a 10 year-old, come up, shout out my buddies name, and brutally beat him to a pulp, breaking his nose and cheekbone. Now, I know my best friend would have obviously have won the fight as he had military training through his teen years, but this was a fight he simply could not win. How could a strong 21 year-old man lose to two kids? Well... He didn't have a machete and a knife, that's how.

To the youth of today, I have only this to say: Fuck you, you incompetent worms!

What doesn't kill me makes me stronger

2008-08-05T02:45:21Z

Well... I've finally gotten over my severe depression over losing the one I nearly lived for, and I'm doing a lot better. A female friend of mine, whom I promised that she'd be second in line if we do break up, has given me some time alone and has now begun to swoop in. Sure, Natasha is nice and all, a bit clingy, and I have no real complaints. I just wouldn't really call her a girlfriend quite yet until I'm sure Clare would have no objections when she sees us together, which is a growing fear.

I disappeared for ten whole days and have now returned and with shock at my side. I soon found out if I was only one hour earlier and not miss the first Grey Hound bus, I could have been witness to the murder that everyone is so worked up about. And the night after I discovered the news, I got a nightmare that I was actually on the bus, watching the murder happen in someone else's point of view. And just recently I picked up news paper showing a picture of the Ghoul, and you know what, the dude looked exactly like the guy in my dream. I'm scared!

Amazing! I'm still alive!

2008-07-02T16:20:19Z

Yeah, but I seriously did try to jump off the Louis Bridge, like most depressed people, to my death. I did get help with a punch to the face from close friends, so I believe I'm fine. What's my problem? Is it money? Another death? A dept with the Italian Mafia? No, no. Let me explain...

My fiance left me. We broke up two weeks ago and I've been pretty down, though people in real life wouldn't be able to tell from my usual cheerful demeanor. She just felt that she had been mooching off of me, which is totally understandable as I take pleasure in spoiling and flattering, I'm a suck-up artist.

So now I'm all alone with my little pup, Mika, and many off my good friends staying over to make sure I don't do anything drastic. But how do they know if they are on the other side of the room?

One friend took me out bear hunting, and I must say that I have no guts for this sort of thing. We did get a huge black bear and did it put up a fight. It charged at us before my friend shot it. I swear I did not fire a single bullet! Don't call me a heartless murderer! Anyways, as my part of the 'bounty', I got a few bear claws and two fangs, which will be made into pendants and sold on Ebay for about $300 as a starting bid. They are in superb condition and cleaned off naturally, on top of a red ant hill.

I'll be fine, I've already made up plans to work around my grief and be much better in no time at all!

So lonely...

2008-05-21T02:06:50Z

So... I'm all alone in my new house for the first time... I feel alone, without hope, without love... Okay, naybe not without love, I still have the new puppy, the Husky/Shepard mutt, Mika.

Clare went to Orlando with her family and I couldn't go, do to lack of cash to enter Disney World, only one of us could go, and I couldn't just leave Mika in a kennel for two weeks. So I decided to stay, not wanting my fiance to miss any fun with her family, saying I'll be fine with Mika and to only bring my back something from the Pirate of the Caribbean ride, since that is my favourite ride, next to the Aerosmith Rockin' Roller Coaster.

I feel like my mojo has returned to me, if not darker and more intense than it once was. However, my writing will stop for a little bit until I find time to edit my new story. How is it that I always start something, but never end it? It always vexes me!

I'm going to do a little anthro art featuring my new child. I love with all my heart, and she loves me equally, sleeping on my lap and on my chest when I lay down. She's just so adorable, I can't wait for her to be full grown, I need something fluffy for a pillow.

About Time!

2008-05-04T03:14:39Z

Well... Clare's birthday is coming up, and I gave her her present early. Guess what it was... No, not that... No, I didn't have freaky sex with her...

Give up? I bought a house out of the money I was going to use to buy a house in Montreal with! It's not too far from were we are now, just in a small, quiet neighbourhood, like the one I used to live in. My best friends, Gunther and Daniel, found a vacant house for me so I didn't have to leave the city, so it's more a joint present from the three of us. I already filled out everything, so it is truly ours! Clare's packing all of her things now, and I'm pretty much finished myself. I really only needed to pack my guitars and games while she had to pack some of her... Um... Whatever she owns, I don't really pay attention, I'm the packrat in this relationship.

Also, Gunther's keeping an extra present at his place, hence the reason I've been over the a lot recently, and Clare isn't going to get her till we finished moving in! Wait! Did I say her? No, goddammit, I didn't buy a prostitute... You sick f**ks... I might as well give away the surprise! I bought a puppy! A little husky pup that I picked up at the pound with the leftover cash from buying the house. I haven't settled on a name yet though... Either Layla or Mika. Help me think of one.

This month, on Kibawatch!

2008-04-25T02:41:03Z

A lot of stuff happened this month, and some stuff that will happen. So let's get started, my time is valuable...

Clare played a very nasty prank on me at the beginning of the month. She claimed she was pregnant and I had a f**king seizure. I'm serious. I had one right on the spot. I snapped out of it after three minutes though. Too be honest; I do have a history with seizures, one when I was just a little pup, and that day. After we both settled down from the rather frightening experience, she said "April Fool's" in a worried tone, and I laughed and replied the same, even though the seizure was not a joke.

I'm a hero! I was at my favourite bar, the one where I normally get free drinks if I come in if there is nobody else (Owners are my godparents. Score one for me). I was sitting around my normal corner, which has a white board in that corner where I am free to doodle to my hearts content, and I could not help but overhear a conversation coming from a couple. Excuse me, I shouldn't have used that word. They weren't really couples, just some punk trying desperately to get his ex back. They man, who I assume was about twenty-five, was becoming aggressive and getting closer to the girl and grabbed her arm. She yelled for him to get away from her and Art, the owner and my godfather, yelled at him to leave. The dude ignored and kept on the offensive, starting to yell himself and scare away other patrons. I about snap as he raises his arm to smack her, dashing over, spilling my scotch on my pant leg, and catch his arm in mid-air. I kindly tell him to leave the girl alone and to never bother her or the bar again (Translation: I punched him in the face and told him to get out of my face). I guess he didn't really understand and we started a fist fight, me only making retaliations. The fight was broken up when Art smashed a beer bottle and made a threat. He then ran out with his tail between his legs, with a limp from a well aimed punch to his side, about where his right kidney is. And some of you may not know, but I had a black belt in Judo before getting fed up with the instructor. I asked the woman if she was alright and she thanked me for getting rid of her ex. Actually, I just met up with her the other day.

Art is becoming slower and slower and I have yet to write anything at all for my stories. Poor me, now playing the worlds tiniest violin. I serious, this little thing is barely the size of my pinky nail!

My music is coming along fine though! Actually, I got a gig with a band to do an opening for Killswitch Engage when they come to town! Yay for me! Also, after at least of month of trying to teach Clare how to play guitar, nothing really more than Stairway To Heaven, she's coming along quite fine, now able to talk and play at the same time, something I still can't do well.

So that's my month, other than doing a few experiments with Clare in bed, nothing of grand importance really happened.

Happy April 2nd!

2008-04-01T16:55:30Z

Because nobody fools me!

Now to the serious business... Clare is stuck with babysitting her younger cousin this week, and since she can't bring him to her new job, so I'm stuck with the apprentice from hell... I am at work right now, with my laptop, and he is making me work for my paycheque. He has disturbed Kenny, and brought down his African American wrath upon me. I got plans for this kid now. In the basement, there is a machine that is part of the furnace. No, I'm not planning on killing this kid like the last intern. Every hour or so, the machine turns on, making this huge shotgun sound that always scares the crap out of me. I got some eearplugs for myself, and we are going down to sweep it up a bit, as it tends to get really dusty. I will then pick up a bag of Blue Stone Plaster, and tell the kid I have to bring it up and will be back in a moment. That's were it gets creepy. It is eerily quiet and you here nothing but your breathing. The machine will turn on, and *BANG*, kid has heart attack and doesn't bother me!

I'm so evil!

Work...

2008-03-26T22:03:03Z

My job's starting to become more and more hectic as more orders come in. Today alone, I have made 37 dentures from scratch, and it's a pain, just standing on your legs for endless hours as the clock seems to go in reverse. Kinda makes me think "Is ten bucks an hour really worth the pain?" The answer is yes, because I'm closer to having saved up enough money to move out of this God forsaken city. Just another $10000 to save up to cover the first few months, and that 3 bedroom, 2 washroom, model house on the edge of Montreal is all mine! I'll be able to live like a rich dude!

Also adding to my work strife, Kenny, whom I refer to as a giant, played a nasty prank on me. I care enough not to tell about it, so you can wonder all you want. Hint: My back hurts now...

Still no uploads out of me, I've been a mess since Daylight savings messed me up. I have no time to do anything anymore...

Also: Gummy Dildos... yeah...

News and randomness

2008-03-17T02:20:37Z

Here's something you guys don't know about me: I'm half dwarf! I'm serious. If I was to show you a picture of me and my mom's side of the family, you could pick me out in a heartbeat! Everyone in my mom's family is 5'2" or shorter, I'm not shitting you! Me, on the other hand, am 6'1" at my last check. But sorry, no beards, just white man afros, which I'm glad to have my hair straightened.

Nothing really happened since I got my tattoo other than itchiness, other than the fact that I went to a party at my friend's house that was filled with homosexuals. A bunch of nice guys, no different than the average straight guy, except for this one dude that had this really girly voice that made me laugh.

Wedding is not too far off now. Got to get serious about the planning and get the crack team clean. They've been high for too long! I've got a lot of things planned, like where the wedding will be, who to invite, size of the cake and what flavour the cake will be, it'll be chocolate. And as I flip through the list I made for the invites, you will notice you will not find my father's name, he doesn't want me to be married to her, and also, he made a deal with me years ago, that if I elope, he was to hand over $2000 in cash.

My drawing time has seemed to be dwindling since daylight savings and I haven't been able to draw or write in a long while, but have had time to do other things like play my guitar, teach Clare a little on the guitar, go to the bar, go with some buddies to a strip club, and watch movies! Nothing much...

I'm still holding strong though, and as I look at myself and what I've been doing with my life, I just have to smile.

Tats rock!

2008-03-05T03:37:26Z

I got a tattoo today, well two actually! It hurt a bit, but I endured. You know that crescent moon with a point in the middle that I frequently draw, I got that on my shoulder. It looks so awesome. The second is a name tattoo that just says "Bailey" in a very elegant, yet cool, font. The reason I got the name tat, which I would normally advise against, is solely because Bailey was the name of the first dog that saved my life and made me who I am today. So thank his ashes that you know me, 'cause for all you know, I could have wound up as a football jock. I plan to get a full sleeve tattoo that ends with a paw print on my hand.

You may not have felt it...

2008-03-03T21:44:52Z

...But the world shook yesterday... Yesterday, I found out on live television that Jeff Healey, my greatest inspiration and a true guitar hero, passed away at the young age of 41. This broke my heart. He really did mean a lot to me growing up. He taught me to play with my heart rather than my eyes.

And for those of you that don't know him, this Canadian was one of the worlds greatest Blues players, right next to Stevie Ray Voughan, John Lennon, Jimmy Hendrix, Elvis, and so on! He had retinal cancer in his eyes when he was born and had them removed and replace with fake ones. He picked up the guitar at the age of three, playing it with a unique style, on his lap. He became world famous by his teen years. He played with the best and had his own radio show for a long time, which I used to tune into to listen to old forgotten blues and jazz.

God rest his soul and look after his wife, daughter, and son.

I'm okay dammit!

2008-03-01T21:53:06Z

Geeze, Clare, they're only little scratches... No need to go and make such a big deal out of everything. But yes, I did have to get stitches, since they messed up, I had to stay longer for them to correct the mistake. Thank the Lord in holy heaven for morphine! I was out like a log by ten o'clock!

Well, I managed to escape that horribly cold food that they shoved down my throat. F**k, I ordered strawberry ice cream and they gave it to me, all melted. The only way to pass time was by laptop and upload a pic I put on it to work on. I feel a little sore, but I function all the same, nothing was damaged.

Just this morning, I got a call from someone scouting for band members and he said he saw me play in Selkirk one time. I was like: "Wow, that was nearly five years ago with a crowd of twenty people. You were really there?" I went to see him and asked what he played. I learned he played the bass and he was waiting for replies for drums and vocals. I asked him to play, and he did. To be brutally honest, he was neither good, nor God-awful. He was average. I had to break his heart and say no, that he wasn't really at my level and to practice a whole lot more. I gave him a number to a jam group a play with, so he can learn and so I can see his improvement, though I doubt he'll ever be as good as the other bass players in the group. I've seen pros break strings from playing too hard.

I don't know what I'm going to do now, maybe just kick back and relax and learn to play some songs from Beck: Mongolian Chop Squad.

Some Bad News About Mickey

2008-02-29T04:19:02Z

This is Clare, filling in for my fiance. He's in the hospital, being kept in for some minor, non-life-threatening wounds he suffered about three days ago. He's pretty embarrassed about the whole thing and has refused to talk about it, so I'm posting this up here for his own good, since he's probably online on a laptop on his hospital bed right now, lying to everybody and saying nothing happened lately.

This is how it was: We were at a night club and having a good time. He tells me he's going to the washroom and will come back in a second and gives me some cash to buy a drink for myself. So, I buy myself a drink and some guy comes up to me, asking how I was doing, in general, hitting on me, stereotyping my blond hair as an easy pick-up. He was obviously drunk and was trying to make an approach on me. Then McKenzie finely comes out of the washroom, to see me being sexually harassed by some stranger. Though Mack is usually the quiet type, he can be quite vicious too. He confronted the man and yelled in his face to stay away from me and to get lost. The dude shrugged and walked away, but that wasn't the last we saw of him that night.

When we were leaving, the dude came after us, grabbed Mack's shoulder and punched him in the face. Like I said before, McKenzie is vicious when provoked, and punched back. This started a fight. Since this dude was drunk, Mack was at a disadvantage, worse, the guy had a knife. McKenzie ended up getting a nasty cut on the arm and a cut on the side of his stomach, and I guess when the guy saw that he caused some damage, he ran off. I had my cell phone and called the police and ambulance, who came immediately.

Mack, after going with the ambulance and getting his own hospital room, got a talk with the Police officer, since McKenzie was also a little drunk, but got off with a warning because it was an act of self defense that he punched back. The guy is being hunted down by police with the only identifiers as a white male with short brown hair and blue sweater. Mack is scheduled to get out of the hospital tomorrow with a few stitches because nothing was really more than an eighth of an inche deep, so he still has control of his fingers.

Since he's been lying to his friends over the phone and internet, I just thought this was punishment.

A Little Peeved and Fun Personal-Project

2008-02-20T01:47:07Z

Well, the peeved part would be that my van got totaled by a semi. How did it happen? well, I parked it where I normally do on the street and watched some porn in the comfert of my home yesterday. Right before it gets good, I hear this smashing, crashing and crunching sounds from outside the window. I looked out to see that and semi just mowed it down, along with many smaller cars and a beat-up, smoking semi driving off from the scene of the crime. The driver was caught and to no surprise, he was reported more drunk than a drowned rat. I'[m not so sore about it, I picked it up at an old junkyard before they destroyed it, so I didn't pay anything for it, also, I had it insured, so I can get a newer car, on the other hand, I have no means of transport and I hate public transit. I have zero intentions on having charges against him, I want to thank him for toasting that hunk of crap! Nobody was harmed either.

Now, Clare and I were talking a few days ago about where we are going to move after our marriage. We finally agreed on Montreal, Quebec, since we both have family members there. Of course I'll be coming back to my home town to visit with friends and grab a drink or four at my regular bar. I can't forget the city that treated me with so much kindness (Pure sarcasm there).

Clare handed me a sheet of grid paper and said she was curious on my idea of 'dream home', so I got to work, keeping in mind both of our tastes. I know, it's kind of childish, but young lovers are like that, I guess.

Happy B-Day to me!

2008-02-15T02:34:02Z

Yes, today is my birthday. I have now turned twenty. Can't really say much now, I'm rather 'busy'. I'll fill you in on everything later. See ya!

Nice while it lasted...

2008-01-30T02:43:19Z

Well, I'm on my way home from San Jose. I like the experience of going to my very first furry convention. I had fun, and so did Clare. I made a few friends which I met at a bar and was so lucky as to meet them while they were on their first drink. Who knows what they could've been like if they were only like that while drunk... You can never be too careful. Fair thee well, John and Otto (I'm pretty sure that's not your real name, dude.), I'm pretty sure I'll forget both of you in about ten more minutes! Don't forget, I will get you back for making that one Canadian crack at me!

We are now resting in some cheap, rundown motel, you know, the kind where some adorable couple stay the night, turn on the television, only to watch another couple be butchered in a room that looks exactly like the one they're in, then the manager come in when they are sleeping and chop them up with a machete and serve them up in some cheap gumbo to the next couple to hide the evidence... I think I'm going to have nightmares tonight... very REAL nightmares...

I'm also thinking of starting a new series of stories called Wolfgang. Catchy title, eh? It's going to be one of those crossover stories featuring many characters from other stories. My choice of characters are going to be from various manga I've read and games I've played. Some of you may be offended and some of you may laugh, but I implore you, any racist-sounding lines weren't written to offend, but to give the reader a better image of the character. Hell, I'll ruin a bit of the story now, one of the characters is a Nazi. Go read the fourth volume of Hellsing for Christ's sake!

As for the third installment of Unlived Memories, well, it's been put on hold. I'm not sure when I plan to get back to it. I have a writers block God damn it!

Remember: Don't draw and drive!

2008-01-22T02:33:33Z

Because, apparently, it's illegal in Utah. Yeas, I got pulled over last week while taking a road trip to Sane Jose, California. I'm there, and resting in a rather fine hotel not to far from the other hotel where FC is supposed to be held. I think I overestimated the time it would take me to reach here. I'm a whole f**king week early... Anyways, isn't there Disneyland around here or something? I'm sure Clare and I could boot over there to pass the week by.

Also, I think I'm addicted to something. I picked up some little orange cups and I can't stop eating them. They have to be doing something wrong with my normally high-fibered diet. I had to stop at every single gas station to use the bathroom, only to find and buy a whole 'nother pack of these oranges. This can't be good...

Clare had one and was sick all over the road, if you know what I mean. So she's off them, but I'm sure she'll have another in due time. Overall, she's having a lot of fun on our "Pre-Honeymoon", as she calls it.

Also, it's kinda warm here for some reason, I half-expected this. Every time I cross the border, even in winter, I get really sick with heatstroke, or something like it.

I'm on the road again!

2008-01-16T01:15:34Z

Yeah, I'm on the Road to San Jose, California!! Okay, not really yet... Tomorrow, I'm gassing up the archaic Shaggin' Wagon and going on a road trip with my wife-to-be to go check out FC. I'm sure I'll see a ton of rather famous people within the fandom there, and maybe pick up a few things there. Clare's more excited about the half-day stay at Fargo, North Dakota to do some cheap shopping, I'm sure to pick up a few nice $24 dollar leather jackets like I did last time. We'll see a variety of landmarks on the trip, such as Mt. Rushmore and Crazyhorse, which I know is still in development of being made. When are they going to finish it?

I am bringing along a laptop computer and a small scanner so I can still talk to you people, but I doubt I'll need it when I'm there, seeing as I may very well be right behind you. If you see a dude with medium-length, dirty brown hair and a goatee, possibly in a leather or denim jacket, don't be afraid to call out my name, I would love a nice, long conversation and a new friend. If you know the area, you can show us (Clare and I, remember) around the city and a few good restaurants, bars, or clubs that you think are pretty cool. Ciao!!

Just a heads up to let you know I didn't get alchohol poisoning

2008-01-08T23:53:21Z

Exactly like the long title says!

Nothing new is really happening, just going insane because, as of Monday, I am actually working my ass off with orders in the lab. We got orders coming from other provinces and it's becoming pretty hectic. Nobody is joking, nobody is eating, nobody is melting their baby sister's Barby dolls... It's just working! Of all the days to actually work for our money, it just has to be the day after the end of our holidays, and Friday when my mother comes in to write the paycheques.

Luckily, I do have time after work to spend some time with my lovely mate and write or draw. Currently, I am writing of a experience we both had a while back involving strip poker... Yes people, I'm writing an erotica piece, and I exaggerated it slightly for your arousing pleasure... Sickos.

Happy New Year!!

2008-01-01T18:41:26Z

I woke up about an hour ago after passing out on the couch at a friends place. I guess I drank a bit too much. Just making a short post saying that this year should be a lot better than the last.

Last year's accomplishment: Stood up to my dad and told him how much of a lousy father figure he was. Yep, said it right to his face. It feels incredible to vent out so much frustration than I kept pinned up for oh so long!