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Through some kind of familial or tribal connection, Paul mentioned to Emil they'd been assigned a trip North for business which they were both apparently familiar with. I imagined the swamp-jungle island I'd been to on my trip North, but I asked if it was to Russia or Ukraine they'd be traveling. Emil said "Ukraine" and confirmed some data with ( Read more... ) -
Bizarre TV and other things
A few weeks ago, I bought a Roku 3 thinking I wanted to subscribe to Full Moon Streaming... I searched through the various channels there and found Bizarre TV, and I've also been buying DVDs. So together with all that, video games and the CD's I've been getting, I haven't even bothered with a paid subscription to Full Moon Streaming. I may go for ( Read more... ) -
Giallo
Back to watching the 1970's Italian Giallo-type movies. It's been days since I've gotten the renewed interest, after a few weeks' Jess Franco mini-fest. Oh, the sounds and pictures in my head!
Listening to talk radio recently, I heard someone make an analogy to watching an action movie. It's what you get out of it that matters. Watching an action ( Read more... ) -
Crypticon 2013 - And The Largish Haul
The past weekend was Crypticon Minneapolis' 8th year running, and things were pretty good overall. There were some decent vendors and we had a room with a lot to drink, so that helped. The party rooms were partly full at night and there were people besides those who were loud attention grabbers. I figure 20% of the night crowd were at least fairly ( Read more... ) -
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So, going through the old notebooks, I find little notes I made that cause me to try and remember what was happening back then. I came across a scribble: "Foniks". I think "Foniks" was a name we had for some kind of zine or writing thing Kris and I had going. Then there was something else called "Virus". This notebook I'm starting with has ( Read more... ) -
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Chances are good that I'll be visiting here often and even posting in the near future. Uncovered old handwritten notebooks and journals.
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I keep returning to that same old bookstore. It keeps getting bigger and I wonder where they're getting all of these books. Who's selling them ( Read more... ) -
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I can't really see the city. I've never seen fog as dense as this. Its dead downtown; not a person on the street except for the hot dog vendor, my friend and I. Its warehouses and a parking ramp surrounding us as we walk to the night club, and I wonder if it's the only club in the city. Before we enter, my friend tells me to take off my cap, as ( Read more... ) -
I fucked up again.
I'm sick of banks. I cannot tell you how much I've given to them for how little I get. This is past the point where if I got it all back, not only would I be able to pay off all debts, but I'd be able to live off the rest of it for awhile. I'm so fucking pissed! Having problems at work, and I found out today that my Black Emanuelle's Box 2 was ( Read more... ) -
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Sitting alone in the one bedroom, you wonder about the people around and where you stand in thier minds. It's troubling to you that you're the Jeffrey Dahmer; living in your own filth among soiled magazine centerfolds and empty bottles. The occasional quick smile from the woman who lives down the hallway, who's attention and actions accellerate to ( Read more... )