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-organized rant [29 Sep 2004|10:50am]
[ mood | blah ]

I'm in an odd sort of mood. Kinda hopeful kinda mehh,bleeh,gaah....know what I mean? Anyways Lisa is chuggin along on the comic so I am pleased. Last night I was informed that Rick Moranis had a cartoon in 1990 that is exactly like Hallow High =| At first I went through a range of emotions....first I was angry that my so called original idea was actually a terrible cartoon from a terrible year, then I got depressed that the characters names in Gravedale High (BAARHHHHH!! KILL!!!) we're so damn good for example, Coah Cadaver...wtf that is the shit right there. I reached my final emotion driving home and that was revenge. Once the site is fully up any mention of Gravedale High and/or Mr. Moranis will result in that user being banned from the site...so let it be written so let it be done.

Lots of birthdays and vacations coming up in the near future.


Nate and I have decided to work on another project at the same time as HH. I think the easiest way to work on it is in storyboard form. Off topic....Lisas homework is hella fun in her videography class. Im such a fool for not taking it this semester. =\

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This song is great [20 Sep 2004|11:38am]
[ mood | excited ]

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind - September 28th

The Shawshank Redemption Special Edition - October 5th

Invader Zim Volume 3 - October 12th (My birthday)

Ren and Stimpy Seasons 1 and 2 - October 12th

Ed Wood Special Edition - October 19th

Dawn of the Dead Directors Unrated Cut - October 26th

Spider-Man 2 - November 30th

LoTR Return of the King Extended Version - December 14th

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Jammin....OOOOH YEEEEAH [13 Sep 2004|03:04pm]
[ mood | stressed ]

Hmmph. I believe that my life is cut into 3 different groups. Romance, work/school, and family/friends. At no point in my time here have all three simultaneously been....good. Everytime one starts to turn sour another one does the happy dance. Fair? No it isn't.

Romance Bleh. For every hour that I'm happy I experience five or six sad/angry ones. Feels like my heads in a vice when I think of our future. I want things to work, but if they don't then hey what can you do? I feel I've done everything I can possibly do right in a relationship. Anymore sacrificing on my half and this will turn into a miserable pointless bond...which I will be swift to break. Hopefully other issues in my life will be solved sometime soon and I will enjoy my time with her more.

Work/School Meh. Work isn't fun, but for 98% of the planet it isn't so I should join the conga line to damnation and taxes with a smile. Pondering taking up a management position at Wally World don't want to, but sometimes you have to bend over and take it all in. As far as school goes.....eff it. I know what I want to do and thats make short films/movies/anything that lets me express my thoughts and nightmares. My best bet right now is working with Nate and Matt since they have been the only people I've ever met that share the same vision and style of humor/bad taste/mojo as me. On a side note this song is just begging me to turn it into a demented music video. I would probably make a video about guy who loses his girl in a crash and starts to see her spirit and eventually goes mad then is sent to a asylum where...you guessed it the nurse taking care of him looks just like his dead girlfriend. Actually that sounds really cliche.

Family/Friends Gah. Family is ok and friends are too. I don't either one as much as I would like to, but there isn't enough hours in the day to do everything I would like to.




My brain just spilled all over the keyboard. So very thirsty

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[16 Aug 2004|07:50pm]
[ mood | lazy ]

I feel so disappointed. Yesterday I was talking with people at work (yeah must have been something I ate) and we were discussing donating a testicle. By donating I mean making some sweet cash off of....my sweet nuts. It's too bad it is an urban legend created to crush the dreams of desperate, lazy, twenty something males. I haven't been up to much these days. Feels like I'm drifting through life now, not eager or afraid of what lies ahead. The desire to create something/anything is very strong but it feels like the means are out of my reach and my current settings aren't compatible with what I want to pursue. Christ, I have nothing to say right now.


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CornPorn!!!! [30 Jul 2004|10:16am]
[ mood | geeky ]

(Female Corn running away from scary Corn-Men)

Corn-Men Leader: You can't run forever bitch we're going to make you take it on all fours!

Corn Girl: EEEE!!! Nooooo! AHHHHH!

(they catch up with her)

Corn-Men Leader: Hold this whore down and..... (zooms in on evil corn mans eyes)shuck her

(they rip her husk off revealing shiny perky "niblets")

I am scared of myself. This came to me while I was putting corn on the salesfloor this morning...someone hold me.


(I plan on using this as a parody of anime's in the comic)

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Badoooooooooooo! [24 Jul 2004|11:29pm]
[ mood | tired ]

So I'm just sitting here sipping on a Steel Reserve like a true gangsta pondering to myself why I enjoy putting myself through so much and why I'm so damn lazy. Things feel like they are getting worse but they aren't....know what I mean. I see that huge thunderstorm approaching and here I am sitting on my scooter of coolness heading right toward it.

Maybe Sharlene and my mom are right. They say I'm trying too hard to achieve everything and Im burning myself out. The way I look at it my dreams are too big for my lazy ass and time. I think it's good that I want to do so much. Its better then saying hey Ill gamble away my paychecks and start smoking crack. Work is the fucking craphellshitholepisssucker I always knew it really was. I dont even bother working on the floor. I just run my happy ass back to the freezer and watch my nuts hit the floor like a (insert something clever).


I vented about some stuff today and I feel better yet unresolved. I am in a popcorn machine of emotions. What the hell that means is however the hell you want to perceive it.

We have stalled BIG TIME on Laceys pic for the comic but everything else seems to be moving along quite nicely. *One day a bunch of Hot Topic nerds will be worshiping me and thousands of scrawny goth girls will be carving my motherfucking sweet name into their puny arms. Why do you ask? Cause I am the fucking man. All this shit on my back and I still stay afloat so everyone can just fuck off.* Its like your watching someone crumble into a odd drunken state before you in a mere journal entry isnt it?


Love the rant...embrace the rant....pet the rant

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Addictive song makes me sad in the pants [17 Jul 2004|10:25am]
[ mood | Autistic...snicker ]

I should be getting back to work right now but...I hate that place with a passion. In fact I hate it so much I will write about how crappy it is in the comic. I don't know if it is just me but I get these creative waves where every little thing inspires me to write. The downside to this is the writers block that lasts about a month or two afterwards. Well I'm going to ride this wave and get as much down on paper as I can. A lot of the music I've been listening to lately has inspired me as well. Going to see the wise men on Sandhill later for some much needed intellectual conversations and advice.

Title: You Can't Beat Samantha...or Burt Reynolds

Story: Samantha challenges the gang to stop her from taking first place at the talent show. The guys accept knowing full well that they have a combined talent pool of zero. They get desperate and hire these 3 tiger cubs (don't ask me what Ive been smoking) to beat Samantha and her band. The cats agree (they are paid off with BBQ corn nuts and cat nip) and outplay Samantha but the show was rigged so they lose. The guys realize that Samantha bribed the PTA judges with brains but the cats dont care and maul the guys bad. All the while Number 3 starts to appear within Kevin causing him to hallucinate (his most vivid one involves a certain purple dinosaur with maggots in its mouth inviting Kevin to Hell) and vandalize the town while asleep.

Moral: No clue

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[16 Jul 2004|05:23pm]
SWEET JESUS DOOM3.COM IS UP!!!

and is that Tool doing the main theme song!!!


::SPLOOGE::
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This song kicks arse matey [16 Jul 2004|04:14pm]
[ mood | amused ]

(Damien standing at the stove in his kitchen)

Damien: God I'm starving when are theses cursed weenies going to be done?

Quentin: Heeeeey heeey heey it's Quentin! (Applause bar drops from ceiling)

Damien: Wha the? how did you do that?

Quentin: Ehhh it's part of my contract.

Damien: I didn't get one. That sucks dude cause Im the main character. Who the hell wrote this? (stares out at yours truly)

Quentin: What's that smell?

Damien: These weenies I bought from the Stop-N-Rob after school

Quentin: Hmmmmm...hmmmmm...hmmmmm. Love Dogs....the Mmmm mmmm oh yeaah deeper oh YES! hot dogs. Man that is a weird slogan. Says here they are made with "LUV"

Damien: Well these slut dogs should have been done by now

Quentin: My mom says when weenies are done cooking they scream. So do cats...

Damien: That's uhh...good to know. So we should be hearing a scream soon ehh?

(Damien and Quentin sit on the living room couch)

(Uber orgasmic scream from kitchen)

Damien Quentin: WEENIES!!! YEAH!!!

(they run back to the kitchen)

Damien: GASP! My weenies...theyve flown the coop

Quentin: (staring at ceiling) DAMN YOU WEENIES!!! DAMN YOU TO HELL!!! SHE WAS ONLY 7!!!

Damien: That's it I want my money back and some new meat!

Quentin: Hey the factories address is on the wrapper.

Damien: This sounds like....AN ADVENTURE YAAAR!

TO BE CONTINUED....

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XXX SkitCHA! <--Metallica talk [15 Jul 2004|06:49pm]
[ mood | melancholy ]

You know it really sucks when God or whoevers in charge up there (or down there) gives us storms clouds but no rain. Sitting here in boxers wishing the humidity would just...go away. Im in a rut. What's new? I know about computers but I don't have the experience to walk into an interview and go, "hey buddy I'm the man for you!" I need to find some kind gentle business that will take an entry level tech under their wing so basically Im screwed. I'm going to try Best Buy but Ive heard nothing good about that place. Wish I could just focus on the comic and not worry about bills and car payments. Man being a grown up sucks. Friggin random unorganized paragraph rocks my socks off.


Damien: So...what's wrong with you?

Vincent: Nothing man just feels like Im wasting my time in life.

Damien: Why do you say that?

Vincent: I just spent two hours playing a flash game...

Damien: Uhh and?

Vincent: The point of the game was to make an animated chick have an orgasm!!

Damien: Oh...

Vincent: What type of ass wastes two hours of his life making some pixels moan!

(Damien, Quentin, and Kevin whistle and look around)

Vincent: So...

Damien: You have to use the sleeping pills and cucumber after she moans the third time.

(Vincent looks shocked)

Quentin: And...you can choke her after 9 moans...not that...I..did

Damien: This game doesn't mean we're freaks does it?

(Kevin looks down at his "dirty" hand, cries, and runs away like a girl)

That took about 2 minutes and I have no clue why I typed it....

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[09 Jul 2004|12:15pm]
[ mood | annoyed ]

Man I rather be sitting around thinking up stories for the comic and doing homework then freezing my ass off at work. Sharlene and I plan on taking this Wednesday off to go hiking up at Red Rock Canyon cause work blows and we wanta. I have to put a certain cranky baby boys high seat together tonight =| Man this time last year I would be drunk at Kevin and Nates or enjoying a good conversation with them but nooooooooo...I'm going to sit in this apartment and look at shiny things I want. Must stay focused. I can't believe Chris joined the Army finally. I don't know what happened but toward the end I couldn't stand being around him. It was like his "aura" was pulling me down too. It feels that way with some others but I don't talk to them anymore so meeh...whatever. I don't have time to sit on my ass and watch everyone succeed or at the least TRY to get ahead in life.


Rodent Dance + Aliens + HH = Possible story
Wally World + zombies + HH = definite story


Trying to achieve that natural tone in everyday conversations is going to be difficult for reasons unknown. Hells bells!!! I have to get back to the freezer of doom =(

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[08 Jul 2004|05:59pm]
[ mood | nerdy ]

I got curious and decided to watch a CoF video....what the hell are they on. That was one of THE MOST cheesy videos I have ever seen. I rather watch John Mayer, Britney, or Lil' Kim....well maybe not John Mayer.

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I am Atlas, woe is me [08 Jul 2004|11:02am]
[ mood | cynical ]

Everything is resting on these tiny shoulders of mine and my legs are starting to quiver and the sweat is dripping down my forehead into my eyes. I feel like I'm about to drop everything and be crushed by things I brought onto myself.

- working at Wal-Mart and going nowhere
- taking care of a girlfriend that has a troubled past and holds things back
- taking care of above mentioned girlfriends baby and trying to be a dad when I just finished being a boy
- stressing about these computer classes and if they will really matter in the end
- making just enough money to torture myself
- trying to write a comic that I can't fully invest my time into (arrh!)


I don't understand the workings of life. All around me I see bad people being happy and succeeding while I and others like me get knocked around and have our dreams/ hopes crushed before our eyes. I get so aggravated at the time and sweat I put into my job. I know that I have chosen this and I continue to abuse myself by not looking for something better but I only have 2 arms and legs and 24 hours a day to make everything happen.


Disneyland where are you? I need your help!


Lately I've been buying things to make me happy/forgetful. For a few days I forget that little list I made at the start of this entry but then blamo it all comes back 10 times worse.

I finally had a nightmare a few days ago...it's been months since I had one. I need these babies to help me write so keep'em coming Mr. Sandman.

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[07 Jul 2004|08:43pm]
[ mood | sleepy ]

My DVD collection

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[07 Jul 2004|08:00pm]
hey yeeah
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Dr. Wiggles....we have to operate [02 Jul 2004|10:52am]
[ mood | enraged ]

I tend to update this thing when I'm feeling exceptionally low so this is a warning. If you have a weak heart, are expecting, or don't want to listen to me whine then please....stay for awhile.


I.Work
I refuse to put on my "happy wally face" for this place anymore. I've been running around doing manager work for a whole 9$ a hour...yeah that's right the gracious Wally deities deemed me worthy of yet another raise. People are pushing my buttons at breakneck speed cause it's how they get their jollies off. Well I'm glad I'm your proverbial jizz rag but its really got to stop. I am going to sabotage this place on my last day...not sure how yet but it will be groovy.
II.School
Almost done with the A+course and what's really weird is everything is making sense. I dig computers like nerds dig boobies. I need to get experience to max out my character in this thing we call life. the next thing on my list of things to fill a list with is network+ then server+....I like the +'s
III.Out for Blood
Playing daddy is stressful yet rewarding. I have matured quite a bit {giggle). All goes well with Shayton and Sharlene. We argue a lot but it's over little things and we forgive and forget quickly. Maybe this relationship is wrong and I shouldn't be putting myself through so much, what can I say I'm a drama king. If I didn't see the "circle" again I wouldn't give a care in the world. Haven't seen Chris in awhile and now I know why. He pissed me off within 3 minutes of hanging out. Lacey I love you.

The comic...ahh the comic...what else can I say? Keep your pants on beyotches it's coming soon. Just need to flesh out a couple of stories about how Kevin is going to die then we're good to go. Randomness makes everything fluffy and safe. Puppy hospital for example. Maybe that period is in the wrong spot? Maybe it doesn't care? Maybe you don't either? My mom is doing better, oh I forgot to mention she had breast cancer. I like to leave that subject on this note....she can't fart but she really wants to.


Feelin like Atlas
Want to drop everything
Start over with less worries
Rooster beetles eat babies

random-1 reality-0


P.S. I love Lacey she deserves lots of bling bling

5 bats hahaha

I, Drone [13 May 2004|11:14am]
[ mood | frustrated ]

I sit here sometimes and wonder what I got myself into. It doesn't matter about pride, insults, compliments, or any other ridiculous junk. I have a hard time committing myself to anything and when I think back at how quickly I jumped into this "family" I scare myself. It is too easy to say yes at the spur of the moment. It's not fair. I suppose I should take 3 seconds to be an optimist and....look at the bright side.

Bright Side
1. I am now extremely motivated to pursue things I enjoy
2. I am now only 80% lazy
3. I am becoming an adult at breakneck speed
4. I realize the importance of family
5. I am now in control of my own life

Is it wrong that it took the urge to provide for a family not quite mine? I feel cheated out of a "normal" 20-something relationship. When I "wish upon a star" about how our life could be without a baby I get moody/angsty/depressed/psychotic.

I worry myself about the expectations I hold for myself in the next few years. If all my dreams are crushed before my eyes I need to remember that I am responsible for 2 others now. Sucks.

Kevin's right. Nate's right. Matt's right. Brad's right. Brian's right. Danny's right.

This song is just screaming, "make me a badass video Greg!"

Bad luck wind been blowing at my back
I was born to bring trouble to wherever I'm at
Got the number thirteen tattooed on my neck
When the ink starts to itch, then the black will turn to red

I was born in the soul of misery
Never had me a name
They just gave me the number when I was young

Got a long line of heartache I carry it well
The list of lives I've broken reach from here to hell
Back luck been blowing at my back I pray you don't look at me, I pray I don't look back

I was born in the soul of misery
Never had me a name
They just gave me the number when I was young

I was born in the soul of misery
Never had me a name
They just gave me the number when I was young
They just gave me the number when I was young

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Who makes the rules? Someone else that's who [08 May 2004|05:26pm]
[ mood | giddy ]

C:/WINDOWS/Life/Boring
.......
........
..........


Soooooo here I am again on my own...adoo doo dooodooo, sorry power ballad in my intestines.


There is something stylish about DOS(pardon me?)

Baby is doing ok phase one of Project: Hellraiser is going as planned. He is already learning to stick out his tounge and raise his fist in mighty rage. His BBQ went well and all was good.

Shar and me fight off and on but it is the seasoning in our relationship I think.


I am a 1,666% focused on two things right now. What are they? Do you really want to know? Well let me tell ya

A. A+ certification sometime before November
B. Hallow High up and killing before the year ends and by killing I mean crushing all those other pathetic web comics into interweb pudding.


INVADER ZIM ON DVD THIS TUESDAY....someday Hallow High will be on DVD and I'll listen to my own commentary while having sex on a big pile of monies.

Lacey deary I hope everything is going ok and I hope you enjoy seeing yourself as a cartoon in our little comic. Everyone else may BUY a guest spot for a mere $40 that's right folks only $40. I feel like I'm stuck in a bubble and not in the good mime way. I need to pop this thing (unzips pants) so I'll see you all later.

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Who makes the rules? Someone else that [08 May 2004|05:16pm]
[ mood | giddy ]

C:/WINDOWS/Life/Boring
.......
........
..........


Soooooo here I am again on my own...adoo doo dooodooo, sorry power ballad in my intestines.


There is something stylish about DOS(pardon me?)

Baby is doing ok phase one of Project: Hellraiser is going as planned. He is already learning to stick out his tounge and raise his fist in mighty rage. His BBQ went well and all was good.

Shar and me fight off and on but it is the seasoning in our relationship I think.


I am a 1,666% focused on two things right now. What are they? Do you really want to know? Well let me tell ya

A. A+ certification sometime before November
B. Hallow High up and killing before the year ends and by killing I mean crushing all those other pathetic web comics into interweb pudding.


INVADER ZIM ON DVD THIS TUESDAY....someday Hallow High will be on DVD and I'll listen to my own commentary while having sex on a big pile of monies.

Lacey deary I hope everything is going ok and I hope you enjoy seeing yourself as a cartoon in our little comic. Everyone else may BUY a guest spot for a mere $40 that's right folks only $40. I feel like I'm stuck in a bubble and not in the good mime way. I need to pop this thing (unzips pants) so I'll see you all later.

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[03 Mar 2004|01:20pm]
[ mood | blah ]

Been a little while since I updated my journal so I guess I will pot a bunch of useless garbage down in case I get bumped on the noggin sometime soon and forget everything.

Things are going good with Sharlene and baby Shayton. We are in for some rough times but I've accepted that it is supposed to be this way...sadly. School may be getting better. I did some thinking and decided that I have only one life (damn) and I should pursue what I really want to do, directing movies/music videos. My folks suggest I get A+ certified so I have a real job to do while I pursue my pipe dream job. Work is boring and at times depressing but it provides me with monies so I can't complain.

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