![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Morning, kids? Would you like a terrible joke that is far-too-niche with your shitty art today? AWESOME!
Morning, kids? Would you like a terrible joke that is far-too-niche with your shitty art today? AWESOME!
One more day...
Nov. 3rd, 2008 09:02 amFor Halloween, I was a Chinese vampire; a hopping corpse.
Yes, I know that they only wear black robes. Shut up, I love this robe...and don't own a black one.
I highly recommend that you watch the Hong Kong film Mr. Vampire (literally Mr. Stiff Corpse) right over here, online, for free. It's completely nuts. Taoist magic is crazy, even though they made some of it up for the movie. Trust me, I've read books about the stuff...
Oh, here's me trying to suck the life-force out of Sarah Palin. Thankfully, Chinese zombies don't need to eat brains.
Sara went to Chicago yesterday for a rheumatology appointment that she has today.
She and her mother go up to Minnesota tomorrow for four more days of Mayo Clinic.
I'll have some shots from the first trip up some other time, but here's one to tide you over.
On a shitty-but-not-really-that-surprising note, people who bomb abortion clinics aren't terrorists says Sara Palin.
She still decries Ayers and the Weather Underground, though.
Which group has killed more people?
In conclusion, you have granted yourself another six hours of life for this, humanity:
Smooches,
b
(no subject)
Oct. 5th, 2005 02:05 am As if my overnight delivery of My
brother Matthew’s Funny-As-All-Fuck FWMA submission was somehow not enough for you bastards.
You see, ages
ago, I dreamt of a properly-done version of The Legend of the Golden Vampires, aka The Seven Brothers Meet Dracula:
This is
them here:
Unlike
Western vampires, they’re generally the result of inauspicious burial, or
disturbing of their graves, or general bad luck. They have enormous fingernails
and don’t really drink blood, they just kill you—some say they suck your life
out, but whatever. They can’t detect you if you aren’t breathing, and those
yellow slips of paper on their heads are Mao-Shan sect Taoist sutras that hold
them in place, even make them obey, if the corpse isn’t too strong-willed.
Anyway,
this project has bubbled in my head for years, and for right now I’m doing it
as a prose version, but somewhere in my dreams, Film Workshop is
already shooting. Maybe I owe them a treatment. Hell, I *know* I do.
In any
event, here are the two halves I have right now. One has been posted, in part,
before.
These are
long. I find myself not giving a shit.
( Stupid Pagans and Their Stupid Arrrrrggghh!!! )
b
Current
Music: “Syndir Guðs (Live)” – Sigur Ros
Last
Book I Read a Page of: The Third
Policeman, Flan O’Brian
Next
Movie: Sansho the Bailiff (1956,
Japan, Historical Drama)
Tags:
