This will be my last post for a while, for months. I'm banning myself from the internet starting monday as I am about to enter the final straight of my schooling and also work on a musical.
But I won't become a boring bland drama student as I hurtle down this straight, I will also be working on my upcoming webcomic (it is to be a webcomic) and writing things about people for a two off school newpaper. So that's it for us. Maybe I'll restart this but probably not. Or not anytime soon anyway. Anyway bye!
Saturday 14 July 2012
Wednesday 11 July 2012
Words words words
words words. They're a visceral scream, a sonnet, a love poem, a declaration of war, a lonely cry for peace. They're code, they're secrets, they're truth, they're lies; they're the reason we exist as a species.
They're knowledge, they're power and knowledge is power and death is a thing we all know.
Words are priceless, talk is cheap. A secret claws right at your chest.
A word is a monster, a word is a beast, a word is beauty is my muse is a beautiful young woman waiting for her prince. A word is a contradiction, they are pain, they are pleasure. They build societies and tear them down. Wars are fought with words. not bullets. Because even though a picture is worth a thousand words that picture is worthless without the words to support it. To hoist it in the air and wave it like a flag. Its words that brouyght us into this world, words that we carry around our necks to show people who we are.
It isnt punctuation punctuation is a policeman he brings sense to things gives meaning but destroys it too punctuation is the shackal that holds a verse to the floor that constrains it that doesnt let it fly and ignite and set the sky on fire
But it is neccessary. You need the belt to hold up your pants and big brother to keep you in check. Freedom hurts eventually. Freedom will tear at your flesh and slowly break you down, but so will entrapment.
Only entrapment uses chains of fire and shackals of ice. Entrapment pulls you to the floor and has you begging for its love before it drives its bitter boot into your face. Freedom won't do that to you. Freedom holds you in its loving, barbed embrace; singing you lullabies whilst you slowly decay.
Everyone dies, even Gods come to an end. Death stands on the horizon with a sickle and a notebook, waiting to rend your soul from your body.
We all die and so we must live. We must set ourselves free within our slavery. We must write, we must think, we must do what's right. We must do what's wrong. We must abandon all sense and reason and we must not let ourselves be watched.
Who watches the watchmen? No-one, thay're just a horror story.
They're knowledge, they're power and knowledge is power and death is a thing we all know.
Words are priceless, talk is cheap. A secret claws right at your chest.
A word is a monster, a word is a beast, a word is beauty is my muse is a beautiful young woman waiting for her prince. A word is a contradiction, they are pain, they are pleasure. They build societies and tear them down. Wars are fought with words. not bullets. Because even though a picture is worth a thousand words that picture is worthless without the words to support it. To hoist it in the air and wave it like a flag. Its words that brouyght us into this world, words that we carry around our necks to show people who we are.
It isnt punctuation punctuation is a policeman he brings sense to things gives meaning but destroys it too punctuation is the shackal that holds a verse to the floor that constrains it that doesnt let it fly and ignite and set the sky on fire
But it is neccessary. You need the belt to hold up your pants and big brother to keep you in check. Freedom hurts eventually. Freedom will tear at your flesh and slowly break you down, but so will entrapment.
Only entrapment uses chains of fire and shackals of ice. Entrapment pulls you to the floor and has you begging for its love before it drives its bitter boot into your face. Freedom won't do that to you. Freedom holds you in its loving, barbed embrace; singing you lullabies whilst you slowly decay.
Everyone dies, even Gods come to an end. Death stands on the horizon with a sickle and a notebook, waiting to rend your soul from your body.
We all die and so we must live. We must set ourselves free within our slavery. We must write, we must think, we must do what's right. We must do what's wrong. We must abandon all sense and reason and we must not let ourselves be watched.
Who watches the watchmen? No-one, thay're just a horror story.
Drawings and ramblings and sorry for the delay
I don't know why I'm apologizing; this is an irregular blog after all, it's just that there have been pageviews since my last post and I feel guilty knowing that they must include people who are gnashing their teeth and wandering why that monkey fellow won't update already (Simian is the infraorder in which all higher primates fall but is usually used when speaking of monkeys). So I'm updating now and I'll also give you a picture of Zacky Slither, a character I drew last night. I've decided on a bit of a format to use my characters in too: an action-comedy comic about inter-universal travel starring Zacky, a squid called Geoffrey and another character I haven't decided on yet. Aldous is obviously the villain. I'm just not sure if I should do it as a webcomic or a normal comic with pages. This is a big decision and I'd apperciate some comment-based guidance either here or on the Facebook link that probably refferred you here. So anyway, let's show you Zacky:
He's a biomechanic from our world who lost some of his internal organs in a serious accident and had to install a prototype stomach and liver whilst delerious from blood loss. He is the general mechanic and dogsbody of Geoffrey Ian Squid who I will draw and scan for tomorrow. That is a promise, he shall be here. Zacky wears his helmet at all times because he is scared of something happening to his brain which is the only part of the body he can't reconstruct. He's always covered in grease and burn marks and doesn't wash very often.
He's a biomechanic from our world who lost some of his internal organs in a serious accident and had to install a prototype stomach and liver whilst delerious from blood loss. He is the general mechanic and dogsbody of Geoffrey Ian Squid who I will draw and scan for tomorrow. That is a promise, he shall be here. Zacky wears his helmet at all times because he is scared of something happening to his brain which is the only part of the body he can't reconstruct. He's always covered in grease and burn marks and doesn't wash very often.
Saturday 7 July 2012
Scribblings of a blob and a demon
This was supposed to be a page but I have no idea of how to create one. It's a post now, so enjoy it.
It's just some drawings I have done and wanted to share. There's some odd cartoons and some scribbles and some characters I made. Enjoy if you will
He was recruited by the Four horsemen agency a month before his world was deatroyed. When he learnt of the contract it was too late. He lost most of his capacity to feel emotion after that and became the agency's top assassin, surveying the destruction of more than 50 worlds in his time there. I'm thinking that maybe Our universe might be his next one.
A bird-like creature from a universe running perpendicular to ours but not intersecting it.
His world was destroyed by Penderghast's demolition team and he hasn't taken it rather well.A hired gun (axe) now, his entire existence is dedicated towards destroying The killer of his world.
Here is a picture of them fighting. It's a draft and needs some changes, especially Penderghast's hair which is going the wrong way.
It's just some drawings I have done and wanted to share. There's some odd cartoons and some scribbles and some characters I made. Enjoy if you will
Gary the blob
Just some random, badly drawn pun-based comics I made a while ago. They're for people with a strange sense of humour.
Aldous Penderghast and That Bloody Chicken
I'm not sure where the idea of Aldous Penderghast, interdimentional demon bounty hunter came from but the bloody chicken has been lurking in my brain cavity for ages now. Both of them are going to antagonists in a story I have not written yet because I have no storyline or protagonists, just these two and their back stories.Penderghast
Penderghast comes from a dead Parallel dimension which he left long before it was destroyed to seek his fortune and other places.
He was recruited by the Four horsemen agency a month before his world was deatroyed. When he learnt of the contract it was too late. He lost most of his capacity to feel emotion after that and became the agency's top assassin, surveying the destruction of more than 50 worlds in his time there. I'm thinking that maybe Our universe might be his next one.
That Bloody Chicken
A bird-like creature from a universe running perpendicular to ours but not intersecting it.
His world was destroyed by Penderghast's demolition team and he hasn't taken it rather well.A hired gun (axe) now, his entire existence is dedicated towards destroying The killer of his world.
Here is a picture of them fighting. It's a draft and needs some changes, especially Penderghast's hair which is going the wrong way.
Less buttons, more strings!
The last pop song I remember liking is Schitzo by Iscream and the chocolate stix. It is named after a personality disorder because it has a personality disorder: It is hip hop, pop and rock with a thumping base line (thumping; this means it was created by a guitar, not a computer). It has a dubstep breakdown and a guitar solo at the same time. I like that a lot. So I heard the song a few times before I stopped listening to the radio altogether - I live on mp3s nowadays, South African radio just doesn't tickle my fancy anymore.
So when I heard these guys were playing at my favourite club, Live, I just had to go and see, because I think they're onto something.
And they are. They have a face man called chocolate stix - brilliant stage nad offstage personality and an good rapper. They have another rapper too: Iscream (now the name makes sense). He's a fairly ratty-looking stoner who bounces off his partner quite well. I think he's the talent from the way he explained all their songs. There's also a guitarist, a bassist and a guy with a mac, because acapella just doesn't cut it in the world of pop.
So yes, they're onto something: they've discovered that the future of music lies not just in strings or in computer-generated noise but rather in the bringing together of these two things. They've discovered balance, but they're still standing two far left on the scale.
They have too much Macbook in too many of their songs. They have a fantastic guitarist and a brilliant bass player and they need to make use of them more often; they need to get schitzo. I think if they bear this in mind while completing the face of a rolling stone it could be their best song. They played an acoustic snippet of that song and it sounded amazing. It sounded amazing because when you rap over a guitar you're being different and different is how you succeed nowadays.
What I'm really saying is that they make very good dance music, very good pop, but they have the means to make so much more than that, they really do. They have the ability to bring about a change in music either by being the band that changes things or by inspiring that band, because in a world where someone has already thought of everything, the best ideas are found in the blender.
So when I heard these guys were playing at my favourite club, Live, I just had to go and see, because I think they're onto something.
And they are. They have a face man called chocolate stix - brilliant stage nad offstage personality and an good rapper. They have another rapper too: Iscream (now the name makes sense). He's a fairly ratty-looking stoner who bounces off his partner quite well. I think he's the talent from the way he explained all their songs. There's also a guitarist, a bassist and a guy with a mac, because acapella just doesn't cut it in the world of pop.
So yes, they're onto something: they've discovered that the future of music lies not just in strings or in computer-generated noise but rather in the bringing together of these two things. They've discovered balance, but they're still standing two far left on the scale.
They have too much Macbook in too many of their songs. They have a fantastic guitarist and a brilliant bass player and they need to make use of them more often; they need to get schitzo. I think if they bear this in mind while completing the face of a rolling stone it could be their best song. They played an acoustic snippet of that song and it sounded amazing. It sounded amazing because when you rap over a guitar you're being different and different is how you succeed nowadays.
What I'm really saying is that they make very good dance music, very good pop, but they have the means to make so much more than that, they really do. They have the ability to bring about a change in music either by being the band that changes things or by inspiring that band, because in a world where someone has already thought of everything, the best ideas are found in the blender.
Wednesday 4 July 2012
Byeee we've left you NOTHING
Today the rest of my family left to go on holiday. I decided to stay behind because I have stuff to do - a play and an art course, more about those some other post - and I don't like the surfer's paradise where they're going that much anyway.
So they left. They got in the car with all their stuff and they left. They woke me up at 6 o' clock when they did this just to make 100 hundred per cent sure I wouldn't oversleep. That was a good idea actually but as a result I had 3 hours to do nothing before I finally went down to my art thing at 9.
It was amazing, though, I showered and watched some Eddie izzard and read a bit and did some drawing and facebook and such. It was the laziest morning I have ever had, I should do it more often.
But then my stomach started snarling at me and pulled me into the kitchen for food. "I'll make some eggs," I thought, "I'll have a peanut butter sandwhich, maybe some cereal." I walked over to the fridge, flung open the door and...
It was empty! Nothing, nada, niks, qanda, a vaccuum of food! I rooted around in the vegetable tray for a bit and found a dead apple or two. There was a bit of juice, true, but no milk, no jam, no cheese, nothing edible! Eventually I toasted a bit of bread and smeared it with the thinnest layer of letover peanut butter. It wasn't much but it did seem to last.
So yes, I can understand that you may need a fair amount of food on a twelve hour drive but please leave me some next time. I have a stomach too!
So they left. They got in the car with all their stuff and they left. They woke me up at 6 o' clock when they did this just to make 100 hundred per cent sure I wouldn't oversleep. That was a good idea actually but as a result I had 3 hours to do nothing before I finally went down to my art thing at 9.
It was amazing, though, I showered and watched some Eddie izzard and read a bit and did some drawing and facebook and such. It was the laziest morning I have ever had, I should do it more often.
But then my stomach started snarling at me and pulled me into the kitchen for food. "I'll make some eggs," I thought, "I'll have a peanut butter sandwhich, maybe some cereal." I walked over to the fridge, flung open the door and...
So yes, I can understand that you may need a fair amount of food on a twelve hour drive but please leave me some next time. I have a stomach too!
Monday 2 July 2012
Durban is boring, I'm going to hunt pirates
This was the sentiment of my uncle - looking a lot like a pirate himself - about the latest pursuit of his boating carreer. He is a freelance captain, or something like that, hired by the rich and infamous for anything between smuggling people out of Dubai to taking them on leisurely travels to the Carribean or Madagasgar, home of the famous lemur, that alcoholic, nicotene addicted "cross between a cat, a dog and a monkey with the nature of a dolphin."
He is a man with as many stories as there are hairs on his head (and there are a lot of those) and this next venture is set to be right up there with the time he got thrown in a Pakistani prison or the time a 94 year old woman warned him not to grow old. His job entails travelling to Madagasgar where he will
and proceed to lead the hunt from the beach whilst looking big and intimidating enough to make sure his recruits get the job done right. So he won't actually be shooting the scurvy bastards but he'll be behind the whole thing.
A sort of eye on the sand if you will.
He is a man with as many stories as there are hairs on his head (and there are a lot of those) and this next venture is set to be right up there with the time he got thrown in a Pakistani prison or the time a 94 year old woman warned him not to grow old. His job entails travelling to Madagasgar where he will
A sort of eye on the sand if you will.
Sunday 1 July 2012
Todays post has no title
As it is the first post in a while, it shall be nameless. Well not really
nameless as its name is a declaration of no name but in spirit and theory it is
pretty nameless. I also redesigned the blog as people - person: I think Weakley
is the only reader here - may have noticed.
So, yeah. I'm listening to Panic at the Disco right now, they're very good on account of being extremely original, which is the only way to be good at anything nowadays: You have to be noticed.
You could be the most amazing accurate guitarist in the world but if your Solos are nothing new you will still somehow fall into mediocrity and although this may be sad for you, I think it is probably a good thing - Doesn't Darwin’s theory of evolution state that for evolution to occur you need to have variation?
It does, I checked. You need Variation, competition, mutations (i.e. mistakes) and random mating. The music industry is much the same: for a genre to grow and evolve it needs to be different (have variation), ideas are developed through mistakes and such (mutations), it needs competition for the best bands to emerge and we'll leave the random mating up to the groupies as I don't feel like making a profound allusion on that regard.
We're currently witnessing the formation of a very strange genre of music I think; it's this currently unnamed electronic stuff that uses both acoustic and electronic instruments, this beautiful Frankenstein’s monster of sound that emerges in the form of Awolnation and Vampire weekend (from which my blog's name stems). If done properly this sort of alternative stuff can work very well. The prospects are good.
I was a steampunk yesterday, it was a lot of fun.
So, yeah. I'm listening to Panic at the Disco right now, they're very good on account of being extremely original, which is the only way to be good at anything nowadays: You have to be noticed.
You could be the most amazing accurate guitarist in the world but if your Solos are nothing new you will still somehow fall into mediocrity and although this may be sad for you, I think it is probably a good thing - Doesn't Darwin’s theory of evolution state that for evolution to occur you need to have variation?
It does, I checked. You need Variation, competition, mutations (i.e. mistakes) and random mating. The music industry is much the same: for a genre to grow and evolve it needs to be different (have variation), ideas are developed through mistakes and such (mutations), it needs competition for the best bands to emerge and we'll leave the random mating up to the groupies as I don't feel like making a profound allusion on that regard.
We're currently witnessing the formation of a very strange genre of music I think; it's this currently unnamed electronic stuff that uses both acoustic and electronic instruments, this beautiful Frankenstein’s monster of sound that emerges in the form of Awolnation and Vampire weekend (from which my blog's name stems). If done properly this sort of alternative stuff can work very well. The prospects are good.
I was a steampunk yesterday, it was a lot of fun.
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