episode 3.449- The Hero of Time Awakens...

Green Screen Test Part Deux: SPACE!

thats my second test using my green screen. there seems to be too much reflection onto the face, so i can't get rid of it all nicely. lesson learned: don't have stray pieces of hair.

my lover got this for me today:

she's pretty much awesome like that. it goes well with this:

yeah, thats right. i am now the proud owner of the Master Sword. i said i would be, and look at me now. i took this picture on my girlfriend's mom's rug...because i'm awesome like that. there are a few nicks in the hilt and the blade is easily scuffed, but overall i'm so stoked to own this badass piece of legendary weaponry. oh, milo's stoked too...

you can check out my professional "looking" review written here:
Link's Master Sword Replica Review By Steve Pappin!

after all that, i began to seriously doubt my coolness. i was concerned i may be falling into the dork, geek or even nerd categories. i mean, am i slipping? posting on literary splooge sites? buying the master sword? buying a laptop backpack? naming my computer FALCON and my C and D Hard Drives HAN SOLO and CHEWBACCA, respectively, then creating personal icons for them so my desktop looks rockin':

what is happening to me?

but then, there is the fact i built my own green screen, wrote and co-directed a gory horror movie, ate mexican food today, and took these pictures:

so i guess i redeemed myself. i'll put up a poll to find out. vote'r'die!

EDIT: I went back and deleted 6 "totally"s from this post...dammit..i'm just hurting my votes.

episode 3.719-Aah! It's A Giant Kitty!

so. got the urge to make a greenscreen..so i did. with the help of my mother and loving girlfriend:

boom baby. totally sexy and awesome, with lots of opportunities..if i had a bigger room and better lighting...hmmm.

during the day you can see the seams and such, but at night they disappear and it looks flawless. its set up pretty makeshift though.

the drawers alongside the ones seen here are pinning the 2x4 to the wall. with a desk chair pressing up against the drawers, seen here:

that old school printer? its only there to make the file cabinet beneath it heavy enough to keep the screen tight.

and thats the 2x4 to whichi've stapled the screen. it wraps once and remains propped up by the aforementioned old school printer weighted file cabinet. what results, with little to no work, is something like this:

Green Screen Test

oooh the possibilities. total cost: $29.92

oh, my mom deserves a lot of the credit, cause she did all of the sewing.

episode 3.721- Big Day

today was good. got a lot accomplished. made a greenscreen, made a movie, went grocery shopping, aaand got hired at family video. i'll post the makings of the greenscreen later, but first, production stills from the most recent Operation: KillDie Production, The Fur Trader:

totally sweet, yeah? i'm stoked for the final product. meanwhile, with my new greenscreen, i plan on producing a film that revolves around the guy who is singly responsible for the implosion of the universe, and how he deals with that fact. meaninglessness ensues, as well as my vision of what an imploded universe may look like.

now, onto some good ol' literary splooge:

if you own one of these:

...then go to hell. what used to be a symbol of a bunch of bigot hicks resorting to slaughtering their countrymen in order to keep humans enslaved, is still a symbol of a bunch of bigot hicks resorting to slaughtering their countrymen in order to keep humans enslaved, and its old fucking news. Union won, the world is a million times better place because of it, so burn this mother fucking flag before everyone else decides to burn your homes and refuse to hire you or buy crops from your lame ass farms. this flag is devoid of all pride, dignity, respect or even artistic taste. i don't know about all of the people who insist on buying decals for their ford trucks, but this symbol makes me think of failure, and how stupid the people who presented it were. you LOST! still losing. never will win. as a matter of fact. keep this flag. that way i can laugh at you every time you drive by. i see it clearly now. its a matter of marking the idiotic, so they may be avoided at all costs. unfortunately, that may still result in the burning of your homes and denial of whatever we damn well please. racist fucks.

and done.

episode 3.767- Kittens Galore 'n' More

i was bored, so i researched.

Bengal Cat Personality:
Bengal cats are playful, laid-back, affectionate, curious and almost dog-like. They can be trained to walk on a leash and many of them actually like water! If you're an apartment dweller, and have your heart set on a dog, but not enough room, a Bengal is the next best choice. Bengals make fun, affectionate, wonderful pets and are great with children, dogs and other animals. Bengal cats are addictive! Like potato chips, it's hard to stop at just one.

does that say milo, or what? and the potato chip analogy? way to hit the nail on the head! not only can i not stop at one milo, but he's salty, fat-free and goes great with a burger.

i'm not sure, but tuggers is probably an american shorthair bengal tabby, pretty damn close to what milo is. judging by buggers personality, he's closely related to one of these cats:

otherwise i'd say a british/american shorthair tuxedo tabby. truth is our cats are probably so mixed it would be laughable to try and decipher their breed. i love my kitties. if i ever have a choice, meaning i don't have a chance to rescue any kitties from the snow/road, i'd probably adopt one of these fellas:

thats a cute cat. birman. or a tortoise shell:

and name her Solyluna (So-Lay-Loo-Nuh) which means Sun and Moon in Spain-ish. The awkward thing is: i don't know who's cats these are, but i'm using them for my splooging...

mew.

episode 3.209-For My Lover

took me a lot of thought to do this post, wasn't sure if this is how i wanted to do it. but, here goes:

kelsey rae,
perhaps a test to see if you'll ever read this, or maybe a way to surprise you in a way you never thought. i just wanted you to know, even though i may stay up late on this life consuming technological wonder, away from your warmth in bed, your steady breathing as you slumber sweetly all through the night, i am always thinking of you. always trying to include you in my doings, my life.

6 months, close to 7 we've been together, and it's felt like 3 at most. i love all the time we spend together, and i love all the thoughts of the times to come. i owe you so much more, and i pray for all the time in the world to fulfill every ounce of that debt, and more.

i know how you love shopping for jewelry. well, allow me to welcome you to your very own jewelry store. each ring or pendant is hand picked by someone extremely special to you. ;) Yellow Sapphire's for your being? diamonds for your beauty? or perhaps chakras for your soul? Look at each over and over. as many times as you wish. for as long as you wish. when you've decided, simply make your decision with the cashier box on the right hand side. be aware of the prices. it'll be fun. i hope.

price: a dazzling smile just for me

price: an embrace fluff would envy

price: one of your laughs that is followed
by a giggle of true love

price: a gaze into your beautiful eyes

i hope you don't find this odd or lame. :) i just wanted the first time you reading what keeps me up away from you to be something special, in hopes to make up for all the nights i don't fall asleep as you do in my arms.

please accept my gift of appreciation for having you in my life an amazing 6 months +.

yours completely and indefinitely,
mitam

episode 3.243- Timon?

there is a lot of...shall we say: terrible white trash drama laden sludge on television these days. however, there is a light at the end of the disgusting media tunnel of reality t.v. hell.

MEERKAT MANOR!

while generally poorly HOLY SHIT i just saw milo with one eye...thats the second time i've almost cried while watching animal planet...bastards. OH STOP! so many one eyed kitties! it's terrible! Aaaand here it is on youtube: BE WARNED of one-eyed milos...

www.myaspca.org

oh man...kind of funny to see that video on a literary splooge site with a background consisting of a kitten cuddling up to a grenade. no, not funny at all. not funny.

ANYWAYS. where was i? oh...poorly written and boringly narrated by Samwise Gamgee...yet, still its an amazingly sweet show with lot's of tear jerking, toe clenching, and silly giggling. if it weren't followed by an extremely depressing ASPCA commercial, i would have probably had a great night watching it. its quite addicting...please, save reality television today, support Meerkat Manor, diss MTV.

oh..and donate to ASPCA as well...

episode 3.020- If Dreams Could Come True...

39.95

$55.00

$73.00

...too much

sigh. but, overall goal: Link for halloween:

totally sweet.

episode 3.019-It's My Density...I Mean, Destiny

within my grasp.

and...i've done my research:

79.99 + 18.95 98.94
77.99 + 18.95 96.94
69.99 + 24.95 94.94
>>>> 79.00 + 11.50 90.50 <<<<

booyah.

ever since i played The Legend of Zelda Ocarina of Time at the ripe age of 10, i have been far more than obsessed with it's existance than anything else in my media cultured life.
Yes, it even puts Star Wars in the backseat. Zombies. Sour Patch Kids. Kittens. They all shrivel up in the presence of that which is Link. Except for kittens, 'cause kittens can't shrivel.

Nothing in my life struck me as more incredible than Ocarina of Time. I was emotionally attached, and loved every second i played my first time around. and my second. not to mention my 12th. and the umpteenth number that is the quest i am playing now, sitting on pause in Lord Jabu Jabu's Belly while i write this literary splooge and literally splooge at the thought of owning the Master Sword. The sword Link himself wields in the battle against evil to save Hyrule from Ganondorf. The very sword his pulls from the Temple of Time to enter the Spirit Realm to fulfill his destiny as Hero of Time. The very sword that pierced hard skull of the terrifying Ganon, ending his reign on the world. The Master Sword: the key to time travel that puts the flux capacitor to ugly shame. i'm getting all riled up just writing about it.

check this baby out:

it brings a tear to the eye.

i understand that there are fans out there that love zelda more...

but you have to understand that i go beyond thinking zelda totally rules. i respect it. the story, most of all. the characters come in a close second. but the relationships developed in the game are something to enjoy, to admire, and i'm sure to some, to envy.

i respect it so much, i would be a fool not to admit that a very prominent dream of mine would be to develop the Legend of Zelda Ocarina of Time into a 9 part live action mini series that tells the tale of the Hero of Time and his quest to save Hyrule. It works as a mini series because each dungeon Link encounters has its own personal backstory with a new character to introduce. This would all come together to support the overall story, making on kick ass mini series. to release it in the cinema would be a huge mistake, and would most likely end in destruction of the series, or just complete ignorance to it's existence...







ouch...seriously, ouch.










and to finish:

5 KICK ASS REASONS WHY
The Master Sword
dominates most every other sword/sabre
IN EXISTENCE:

1. Controls Time Travel. Need i say more? No.
2. Unlike the hobbit toy, Sting, which only glows when Orcs are near. The Master Sword glows when its about to kick some serious evil sorcerer ASS. i.e. Spin Attack, Ganon skull piercing domination.
3. No ninnie names. Excalibur? Glamdring? Narsil? Please. Get to the point. Which sword is better than all these, and could shatter each simultaneously? The Master Sword. It's all in the name.
4. No buttons. Even lightsabres fail to glow next to The Master Sword. What if those little buttons break? Then what? You've got yourself a grade A piece of shit pocket rocket, if you know what i mean. The Master Sword is always long, strong, and ready slice the heads off Deku Shrubs.
5. Accommodation. Everyone is walking around with their swords sheathed to there hips. It flops around and gets in the way, not to mention too close to the danger zone. one slip while sheathing all those average swords and you're gonna loose your meat sword. The Master Sword is strapped to the back. Out of the way, and an extra bit of protection against pansy foes who attack from behind.

so, there you have it. i'll open a paypal account and except donations as soon as today.

episode 3.599-I Trip on T-Shirts

my last post was 4 hours ago, and i recall mentioning something about making my own t-shirts:

http://www.spreadshirt.com/shop.php?sid=8107&op=articles

well...you missed the boat on all the old designs, and these are the new and improved ones i stayed up all night working on. my fingers tremble with exhaustion as i type. my eyes are so dry they crackle as i blink. i kid you not. this is the sort of creative consummation that takes it's hold on my imagination. i must be doing something, even if the end product is absolute shite. (though i would have to say i would disagree with you if you didn't like any of those shirts...

they're brilliant...at least they seem to be after no sleep...dammit i'm so flawed.

word to all those who love me or may love me in the future. IF, for any reason you find yourself trying to buy me clothes...go no farther than your office computer. I feel almost INclined to DEcline any other shirts than the ones i have created on that webpage. you may not like such a stipulation on your shopping abilities, but trust me, i would so much rather say i make all my own tshirts than have to ejaculate the age old "gift" schpeel. schpeil. speil. shpeil. spiel...there we go.

aaah! NO SLEEP! oh, btw, i got an interview with family video on monday at 4:15 *does a little waiver of the hand* ish. my first in my life. and i worked for it. i feel so proud.

episode 3.598-The Consumption of Creation

so. i've entered what i'd most likely call the third season of my life. advancements in my educational, personal, professional, feline, and especially love life have occurred, and here i sit, 5 am, once again writing in this archive of my mind's literary splooge.

ah, but there's so much more. every night i stay awake until the wee hours of the morning, sitting on the large leather couches of the 2 very large, very drooling golden retriever inhabitants of the home i currently house sit with my lover, kelsey rae. every night i manage to find some sort of pointless, yet mentally very satisfying computer related creation. the most recent being my myspace:

www.myspace.com/operation_killdie

and of course, this wormhole in the infinite cyberspace.

why must my mind run so vehemently at this late hour? i always figured the whole "nightowl" thing to just be some sort of word placed on those who stay up late, but now i realize more than ever that it is a CURSE. i laugh at those who accuse me of missing the morning. i see morning, just morning you wouldn't. its the brunch hours i tend to skip as i lay in bed until noon. but dammit, does brunch sound really fucking good right now.

on this evening, i was pulled from my borrowed bed to come write in this blog, create the ever so lame, yet fitting banner, and see what i can manage in the internet tshirt designing business...this:

http://www.spreadshirt.com/shop.php?sid=8107

being my last attempt a good 2 years ago. aren't those silly? i do however, see some potential in a few designs. and yes, i do intend on revamping the above "shop" with new designs, hopefully more fun, and more me. whoopdy fuckin doo. look at me, blogging. giggle.

no. not blogging. literary splooging. so much more pleasant. saying the word "blogging" out loud tickles the gag reflex ever so gently. the way the word is executed is generally the same way i would begin a forced belch. go ahead. try it. no one's watching. i just did. twice.

ok. ok. thats enough. i've made a mess of myself.