Doctor Who: the Early Adventures - Vanguard

So there I am working in Photoshop when I decide to listen to some goth Shoutcast! online radio programs thru WinAmp ("it really kicks the llama's ass"). After 30 minutes I gave up. It seems as if there is no more regular goth rock or ethereal or anything non-electronic.

Mind you, I really dig Industrial, EBM, Darkwave and Dark Electro but I needs me some guitars and the like.

Egads this is depressing. Where are the Sisters of Mercies, Christian Deaths etc. of today??

Anyway, here is the Photoshop image I whipped up in 30 minutes. Not bad I think...

I LOVE THIS SITE!

People you will see in hell! Now, I've done and said things which my friend Jerry jokes will send me straight to Hell and spend a couple of centuries peeling potatoes and be forced to watch VH1 but after going thru this site, I suddenly feel better.

This is horrible.

I wish the woman who instigated this hoax would be sued and sent to jail for 40 years.

Megan Meier was a young girl who committed suicide after being harassed by someone pretending to be someone else on MySpace.

This is the type of shit which makes me livid with rage. I hope this woman gets her just desserts and suffers for it.

For those who share my thoughts on draconian justice, here is a link for you to check out. I'm not advocating a thing but you gotta do what you gotta do...

Here is another great page.

Cat loves water!

Crazy Cat loves water.

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Photoshop project - Doctor Who: The Enemy of the World

Less than an hour later....

This is what I am talking about. I can make some really good photoshop stuff but I still can't get any goddamned work.

Synopsis of The Enemy of the World:
The Second Doctor, Jamie and Victoria arrive in Australia and find themselves in the middle of an international conspiracy. A group of rebels is stunned to find that the Doctor is the physical double of Salamander, a power hungry dictator they suspect of trying to take over the world.

Cabin fever

4 hours of job searching. It's time for a break. It looks like that fucking wanna-be goomba at Fancy Deli isn't calling me back. Shame. I REALLY enjoyed making meals and sandwiches. Even though he had the best intentions, it just doesn't seem as if he knows what's he doing with regards to finances and the like.

Funny thing is, I believe him when he says he'll give me a call. Why? Because I feel it. And to date my "hunches" and "feelings" have never, ever let me down.

So what to do now... Play X-Box and try to get past that insipidly hard game, Ninja Gaiden Black? No. It's too early to be annoyed by such a game. Maybe restart Stars Knights of the Old Republic: 1 and 2 to replace the corrupted data I had to delete no thanks to an odd power surge? Nah, American RPGs (roleplaying games) are best played at night.

Red Phantom research? I'm not feeling it. Plus I'm still stinging over the stupid advice given to me by the Filipino Palm Pilot customer service rep. He told me to do a "Hard Reset" even though the problem is a PHYSICAL problem, not a SOFTWARE issue (I'm still waiting for a callback/email from those idiots at Palm as to when I can mail my PDA in). At this rate, the 90 day warranty is going to expire. Fucking goddamned idiots.

Maybe I'll do some Photoshop projects. I've not submitted a thing to ArtWanted in a long, long time.

Looking at the Big Finish Cover Gallery (Press & hold Ctrl - F then type in "Doctor Who Audio Adventures") has inspired me partly. I always feel better after working in Photoshop. Maybe I'll come up with something interesting.

*sigh* I can whip some cool things in Photoshop in less than a week and I still can't find work. Christ, almighty. This is pissing me off. Thank god my anger passes very very quickly. I guess that's an advantage of having cyclothymia. Negative vibes pass through me faster than water in a flour sifter.

Well I'm off to keep myself busy in Photoshop until I go back to job hunting.

Oh for the love of things wicked...

This morning I oversleep and I wake up at 8:15. Not a good sign seeing as how I went to bed at 12 last night.

I turn on my Palm Z22 PDA to go over notes I made the night before (Red Phantom stuff, my daily to-do list mostly) but when I tap the screen with the stylus to go to the main menu, I get no response. I tap it again. Nothing. I tap the icons on the bottom of the plastic screen.... NOTHING. Not good.

I shut it down and absentmindedly turn it over a few times in my hand as I think of what to do. I notice the sunlight's reflection on the screen. There's something there... But what is it? I bring it closer so as to scrutinize it more thoroughly. There appears to be a "bubble" of sorts UNDER the touch screen.

What the hell? Is it water? I never brought the PDA to the bathroom, kitchen or even anywhere near snow. How the hell did this get UNDER the screen?

Is it an air bubble? But even then, how could this have happened? I didn't get any touchscreen protectors when I got the box.

*sigh* Just freaking lovely. I had tons of addresses & phone numbers and many listings of job agencies in Florida (NY, not the state), Goshen and Middletown. AND I had over 100 Doctor Who ebooks saved on the device too.

So here I am, after 2-3 hours of arguing with some idiotic gibberish speaking, mush-mouth operator in some mudball of a country I FINALLY got some headway when I finally got to an AMERICAN call center in Southern California.

Now what's left is to see if they will send me a SASE.

Count Tarek Kahn, Adventurer of Gentlemanly Violence

So.

Some of you know that I've joined the NYJedi forums after being told about how their training sessions involve weapon based martial arts such as escrima, rapier fencing, kendo and iaido. Also many members design personas for dueling exhibitions (NYJedi members get into comic/sci-fi conventions for free in fact).

So I spent some time trying to come up with something different and not cliched. Upon watching the Count of Monte Cristo and reading various Steampunk sites, I decided on a fellow who's not exactly evil but also not exactly good. Someone who lives for the now, greedy but yet a good guy somewhat. A gambler, a raconteur, a troublemaker with a cavalier attitude towards life. But with a Steampunk bent of course. Imagine my surprise when I got sent TONS of image links of Steampunk Star Wars. Very very very cool stuff. Gotta love the mixing of two literary genres.





Simply amazing. Now, I admit I was never too much of a Star Wars fan. Space operas bore me to tears. I'm partial to Star Trek Enterprise and Doctor Who but when I read about Steampunk inspired Star Wars art, I was hooked.

Then the name came to me out of the blue while watching a documentary on Victorian-era duelists.

Count Tarek Kahn. It just sounds gooooood, doesn't it? Anyway, the cousin of a friend of mine was intrigued by new upcoming hobby and sent me this image. She said it's Mycroft Holmes from a Sherlock Holmes japanimation movie (though the Mycroft I know from the novels is a very tall, very wide and very heavy fellow who has a perpetual scowl) and it helps a lot.

Note the waistcoast, the cravat, the boots and the spats on said boots. The sidearm is especially interesting. If you google image "Steampunk Ray Guns" you'll see some really cool retro-futurist pistols. Also, if you google image "Cosmo Dragoon" you'll see some really beautiful revolvers.

Though I would get a dark, blood red waistcoat and black slacks. Oh the boots would be knee-high black ones with buckles. After all... It is going to be Steampunk in influence. Oh and gloves too.

Hell, I got the sideburns and the soul patch already grown. Though my hair is much neater. Now what's left is to find a really good looking Spanish cup hilt rapier to Photoshop into the image.

ah @#$%!!!!

I'm such a goddamned RETARD. My friend Robin sent me a killer template of my fave sport over at http://www.finalsense.com/services/blog_templates/sword-template.htm and I got careless with the template edit. I lost the banner I made.... And to top it off, the template is for "classic" Blogger. Classic? CLASSIC? Ye gods, I thought they phased the non - Googlebased Blogger some time ago!

It's too late in the night to fix it.... I'll check it tomorrow.

Melancholic, Morose and Maudlin

So I'm riding on cloud nine today. I got paid for my 2 days (200 bucks!), got all of the laundry done, had a killer pizza to celebrate, made some headway in Knights of the Old Republic II: The Sith Lords and the Napoleon Sword is still available at the antique store.

I go online to read up on pulp stuff, Doctor Who and news from Spain, the UK, Colombia and Japan when my little Yahoo Mail icon flashes. It's something from Adam. Attached files... I click them and my heart gets stuck in my throat. He's found old pictures of John and his wife Marie, Douglas and Heather.

Egads. I don't remember them. Especially Doug's and Heather's pictures. He says I took them but for the life of me I can't remember doing so. So I decided to post them along with the last picture of Richie I have with his wife.

Jesus... Most of my club friends are all gone. The only ones left is Adam, Berfu, Marianne... and... and.. Fucking hell. That's all of them.

R.I.P. -
Heather (1972 - 1998)


Richie (1973 - 2007) with his wife Janine the Rocket Queen


John (1979 - 2005)
with his cousin Jenna (on his right) and her girlfriend Barbara


and his wife Marie (1976 - 2005)


Douglas (1969 - 2003)


Happy New Year's guys. I miss all of you. You were the best.

You are in our prayers forever and ever.

This song is for you....

I made this music player at MyFlashFetish.com.

I wuv my Palm Z22

This is a very enjoyable gift. I've 100 Doctor Who e-books, 7 pages of notes for Red Phantom stories and 230 one sentence entries for ideas, reminders and the like.

And the best part is, it's great for me because I don't care checking my email wirelessly talking to ppl. etc. I deleted all non-essential stuff (for me anyway), freeing up the memory for notes and ebooks. Charging is FAST and this little sucker is light as hell.

This no-frills palm pilot is perfect for ppl. who don't need the extra bells & whistles shit seen in other PDAs. And at 90 bucks, it's a steal. Go for it people.

A good day

Aside from nasty disgusting spam I got on my yahoo mail dedicated to pulp writers & amateur stuff and ANOTHER fight with my mother (I just want to fucking smack her. Let's say her irrationality knows no bounds. Talk about a candidate for shock therapy. Just as when I feel bad for leaving her, she says something and I snap back to reality.), and losing my wallpaper on my desktop, today was a very good day.

I started work at a cafe/eatery as a chef. Working the deli counter, kitchen and deli I made some killer sandwiches, entrees and the like.

I started at 5 am and prepped the kitchen for the day. I made: breakfast sandwiches bacon meatballs, grilled chicken cutlets, breaded chicken cutlets, cuban sandwiches, ruebens, italian style sandwiches, paninis and heroes, steaks, soup and stews.

I had customers coming up to me complimenting my cooking! It felt damn good making food people and seeing that they loved it. I'm dead tired (my back was killing me) but it's a good kind of tired. The kind of tired that comes with having accomplished something big and feeling accomplished. Plus the pay is going to be great. I can split up the check now with ease.

60 bucks a week for comics each month and the rest will go for rent, electricity and saving up for my final trip to Albany.

Life is good. Now, I think I will pass out on the couch....

Napolean's sword

God. This is a beautiful sword. It'll be the PERFECT prop for my character at NYJedi.com. I came across this beauty at an antique store after dropping off Simone at the vet (More on that later. Right now, I want to keep myself happy).

It's only THIRTY DOLLARS! I asked to see the sword and unsheathed it. Oh my fucking god. It felt so right. The balance was perfect so I could grasp it in either my left or right hand. The edges were dead (unsharpened) so there was no need to worry about accidentally slicing someone and the owner told me the tip could be dulled down so I don't have to worry about running someone through.