Today's Special
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benchiladaWRITTEN: Last night at home, but then I went upstairs
to read in bed with Sara and fell asleep
SENT: At work in the bookstacks, on my break
Okay, lotta ground to cover here but I don’t wanna
bore the living pants off of you.
Whoa. Living pants. That’s kinda creepy.
In any event, here’s the deal, short as I can make it:
1) Two more items of food porn are on their way
later today,
2) Good idea for a movie night: “People in Small
Metal Rooms” with Vincenzo Natali’s CUBE (1997) and
Ryuhei Kitamura’s ALIVE (2002). Check IMDB for both,
3) A couple people asked for details on the food.
The first one was a veggie burger with red onions,
lettuce, and mustard with fries dripping with malt
vinegar. It was from Murphy’s Bar and Grill. Next
was a Thai dish from Sukhothai Café. It was called
“Khao Moo Dang,” and it was a sweet sorta red sauce on
barbecue beef on white rice. The soup was a clear
chicken broth. The little bowl next to it was a hot
dipping sauce-thing.
4) Somewhere in my head is a screenplay pitting
Dracula against Chinese Hopping Corpses (like THE
SEVEN BROTHERS MEET DRACULA, aka LEGEND OF THE SEVEN
GOLDEN VAMPIRES, only *good*. For now, however, I’m
content with finishing “Receiver.” Then you’ll get
Jesuits fighting Buddhist monks and Dracula doing
“No-Shadow” kicks, etc. Ooh! Idea! More towards the
end of this,
5) I’ll be reposting all of “Receiver” today,
comments are VERY MUCH APPRECIATED. Oops, could you
pick up that hint I dropped?
6) Yes, with “Receiver” and two bits of Food Porn,
that means about four things from me today. Cope. :D
7) Cleanskies, she’s all cool and shit. Jeremy Dennis is her name. Yes,
Jeremy is a she. Be quiet. She makeses good
drawingses. She’s on LiveJournal. In any event, I’m
now going to be hopelessly addicted to
http://www.flickr.com. I even have two photos ready
for the Secret Life of Toys group that I need to post
when I get home.
8) My friend pensylvania_joe, put a writing assignment on his
LiveJournal. Kinda like my, “300 words or less, must
start with the sentence, ‘I woke up this morning to
find that I had shot myself in the foot,” assignment.
His opening sentence is, “Somehow, I’d known that
wouldn’t be the end of things. He wants exactly 415
words. Here’s my entry:
Hal sputtered through a mouthful of teeth.
He rummaged through his knapsack for a gun, trying to
ignore the fact that every finger on his hand was
broken.
In the mean time, Dracula was finishing off the last
of the Buddhist monks. The first, soaring through the
air in a beautiful kick, was undone as Dracula turned
to mist. After his foe had passed through him, the
Count whipped about with supernatural speed, grabbed
the poor fellow’s arm, and slammed him into the ground
hard enough to tear the socket apart.
As the next adept stood in stunned silence, the Count
leapt, turning his body sidewise and executing a
brilliant No-Shadow kick, caving in the monk’s head.
He dropped into a horse stance upon landing and
grinned toothily at the last man standing, the
temple’s Abbot. Hai-teng stood unfazed, his ringed
staff quietly swaying in his hands.
The Count leapt to the nearest wall, ricocheted off
with blurring speed and dove at Hai-Teng, his fists
extended. The Abbot, still expressionless, ducked
low, slipping his staff between the Count’s arm and
his ribcage and bringing him crashing to the stone
floor.
In a blink, the count had sprung to his feet again,
and was unleashing a flurry of hip-kicks, all
effortlessly blocked by the Abbot. The vampire was
becoming angry at this point, not to say somewhat
uncomfortable, as Hai-Teng began thrusting the wooden
base of his staff towards his opponents ribcage.
“HAI!” screamed the Count, grabbing the staff and
pulling himself into striking range of Hai-Teng.
Drawing back his right hand, he drew the tips of his
long-nailed fingers together and thrust deep into the
aged man’s solar plexus. Hai-Teng coughed blood and
went limp, the Counts arm holding his body upright.
“You see, my friend,” his Romanian accent dripping off
of every word, “I have not been in this country for
sixty years vithout learning some new tricks.”
Since he didn’t seem to be paying attention, as the
Abbot was sliding off his arm, I took this moment to
unload my revolver into his back.
He staggered back, a terrified look on his face. His
fingers scrabbled at one of the wounds and pulled out
the slug. He looked at it quizzically, then gave it a
quick whiff.
“Vait a minute. Silver? You’ve been vatching too
many movies, my friend.”
As he strode forward, the smile on his face was one
of pure joy.
benjamin stone
Urbana, Illinois
3:17pm, 09/07/04
LAST MOVIE: When the Last Sword is Drawn
CURRENT MUSIC: Mouse-clickings and scanner-beepings
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to read in bed with Sara and fell asleep
SENT: At work in the bookstacks, on my break
Okay, lotta ground to cover here but I don’t wanna
bore the living pants off of you.
Whoa. Living pants. That’s kinda creepy.
In any event, here’s the deal, short as I can make it:
1) Two more items of food porn are on their way
later today,
2) Good idea for a movie night: “People in Small
Metal Rooms” with Vincenzo Natali’s CUBE (1997) and
Ryuhei Kitamura’s ALIVE (2002). Check IMDB for both,
3) A couple people asked for details on the food.
The first one was a veggie burger with red onions,
lettuce, and mustard with fries dripping with malt
vinegar. It was from Murphy’s Bar and Grill. Next
was a Thai dish from Sukhothai Café. It was called
“Khao Moo Dang,” and it was a sweet sorta red sauce on
barbecue beef on white rice. The soup was a clear
chicken broth. The little bowl next to it was a hot
dipping sauce-thing.
4) Somewhere in my head is a screenplay pitting
Dracula against Chinese Hopping Corpses (like THE
SEVEN BROTHERS MEET DRACULA, aka LEGEND OF THE SEVEN
GOLDEN VAMPIRES, only *good*. For now, however, I’m
content with finishing “Receiver.” Then you’ll get
Jesuits fighting Buddhist monks and Dracula doing
“No-Shadow” kicks, etc. Ooh! Idea! More towards the
end of this,
5) I’ll be reposting all of “Receiver” today,
comments are VERY MUCH APPRECIATED. Oops, could you
pick up that hint I dropped?
6) Yes, with “Receiver” and two bits of Food Porn,
that means about four things from me today. Cope. :D
7) Cleanskies, she’s all cool and shit. Jeremy Dennis is her name. Yes,
Jeremy is a she. Be quiet. She makeses good
drawingses. She’s on LiveJournal. In any event, I’m
now going to be hopelessly addicted to
http://www.flickr.com. I even have two photos ready
for the Secret Life of Toys group that I need to post
when I get home.
8) My friend pensylvania_joe, put a writing assignment on his
LiveJournal. Kinda like my, “300 words or less, must
start with the sentence, ‘I woke up this morning to
find that I had shot myself in the foot,” assignment.
His opening sentence is, “Somehow, I’d known that
wouldn’t be the end of things. He wants exactly 415
words. Here’s my entry:
Hal sputtered through a mouthful of teeth.
He rummaged through his knapsack for a gun, trying to
ignore the fact that every finger on his hand was
broken.
In the mean time, Dracula was finishing off the last
of the Buddhist monks. The first, soaring through the
air in a beautiful kick, was undone as Dracula turned
to mist. After his foe had passed through him, the
Count whipped about with supernatural speed, grabbed
the poor fellow’s arm, and slammed him into the ground
hard enough to tear the socket apart.
As the next adept stood in stunned silence, the Count
leapt, turning his body sidewise and executing a
brilliant No-Shadow kick, caving in the monk’s head.
He dropped into a horse stance upon landing and
grinned toothily at the last man standing, the
temple’s Abbot. Hai-teng stood unfazed, his ringed
staff quietly swaying in his hands.
The Count leapt to the nearest wall, ricocheted off
with blurring speed and dove at Hai-Teng, his fists
extended. The Abbot, still expressionless, ducked
low, slipping his staff between the Count’s arm and
his ribcage and bringing him crashing to the stone
floor.
In a blink, the count had sprung to his feet again,
and was unleashing a flurry of hip-kicks, all
effortlessly blocked by the Abbot. The vampire was
becoming angry at this point, not to say somewhat
uncomfortable, as Hai-Teng began thrusting the wooden
base of his staff towards his opponents ribcage.
“HAI!” screamed the Count, grabbing the staff and
pulling himself into striking range of Hai-Teng.
Drawing back his right hand, he drew the tips of his
long-nailed fingers together and thrust deep into the
aged man’s solar plexus. Hai-Teng coughed blood and
went limp, the Counts arm holding his body upright.
“You see, my friend,” his Romanian accent dripping off
of every word, “I have not been in this country for
sixty years vithout learning some new tricks.”
Since he didn’t seem to be paying attention, as the
Abbot was sliding off his arm, I took this moment to
unload my revolver into his back.
He staggered back, a terrified look on his face. His
fingers scrabbled at one of the wounds and pulled out
the slug. He looked at it quizzically, then gave it a
quick whiff.
“Vait a minute. Silver? You’ve been vatching too
many movies, my friend.”
As he strode forward, the smile on his face was one
of pure joy.
benjamin stone
Urbana, Illinois
3:17pm, 09/07/04
LAST MOVIE: When the Last Sword is Drawn
CURRENT MUSIC: Mouse-clickings and scanner-beepings
---
Something to discuss or comment on?
http://www.yahoogroups.com/group/dead-horse
---
Also Available Online At:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/benchilada/
