Various Musings And Odd Ramblings

The Week.

2008-08-03T12:13:15Z

Porn hyperlinks really need to be less misleading.

Prain on the topic of a "professional" 40 year old busker dating an 18 year old:

"What's he got to give? A handful of change and no shower"

Another one...fucked if i can remember the context:

"Fuck her. Next time you see the bitch, punch her in the cunt 'cause she dosn't deserve to have one".

Sobriety is bullshit.

Irregular Prayer

2008-02-15T15:51:50Z

Burger Edge is killer.

Jacket

2008-02-08T06:27:50Z

Selling my leather jacket, you've all seen it i imagine. Condition wise it's got a bit of blood on it (human and animal) and a teensy bit of vomit here and there (drinking is awesome). There's also a couple of small holes in the front that i punched in so i could throw some badges on it. $75 and i'll clean the blood and vomit off it, or $60 and you do it yourself.

Spring Cleaning...

2007-09-27T15:00:30Z

Went through my CD collection, decided there was a bunch of shit in there that can fuck off.

The following items are for sale/trade. Let me know if you want anything.

Azrael (US) - Into Shadows Act I : Denial
Amortis (AUST)- Summoned by Astral Fire ***GONE***
Anorexia Nervosa (FRA) - Drudenhaus
Barathrum (FIN) - Saatana ***GONE***
Bloodhammer (FIN) - The Passion of The devil ***GONE***
Catamenia (FIN) - Winternight Tradgedies ***GONE***
Cradle of Filth (UK) - From The Cradle to Enslave EP
Cradle of Filth (UK) - Midian
Cradle of Filth (UK) - Bitter Suites to Succubi
Cradle of Filth (UK) - Damnation And a Day
Cradle of Filth (UK) - Babylon A.D. (DVD Single)
Cradle of Filth (UK) - Live Bait For the Dead (Double CD)
Dark Earth (AUS) - The Summoning of The Swarm
Dark Funeral (SWE) - Diabolus Interium
Detonation (HOL) - An Epic Defiance
Dimmu Borgir (NOR) - Enthrone Darkness Triumphant ***GONE***
Dimmu Borgir (NOR) - Godless Savage Garden ***GONE***
Dimmu Borgir (NOR) - The Gods of Darkness (Live, Rare)
Dimmu Borgir (NOR) - Spiritual Black Dimensions ***GONE***
Dimmu Borgir (NOR) - Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia ***GONE***
Dimmu Borgir (NOR) - Death Cult Armageddon (Limited Digipack)
Kalmah (FIN) - Swampsong ***GONE***
Lunaris (NOR) - The Infinite ***GONE***
Morte Incandescente (POR) - Coffin Desecrators ***GONE***
Mordhell (POL) - Suicide Blood (3 way split with Mordhell, Buxen and Aifur)
Nebular Moon (GER) - ...Of Dreams and Magic
Old Man's Child (NOR) - The Pagan Prosperity ***GONE***
Open Grave (USA) - The Heavens Cry Black
Ragnarok (NOR) - In Nomine Satanas ***GONE***
Setherial (SWE) - Endtime Divine
Tyrant (JAP) - Legend
Vilkates (GER) - Apocalyptic Millenium

Have fun.

Coastal Fucking Mayhem!

2007-07-02T11:12:47Z

Weeeeelllll, Saturday night was a fucking blast! Apollo Bay is much further away than i was led to believe (seems to be the trend lately, fucking Fawkner!), regardless even the fuck off long drive was hilarious.

The day began with Dave doing the rounds in the OoO mobile to round up a bunch of sleepy fuckwits, Prain however decided to buck the trend, and instead of being a sleepy fuckwit like the rest of us, he decided to be a sleeping fuckwit! Not too much of an issue though, the man had one of his world famous "power showers", (which i am still trying to figure out how he does) and away we went!

Long...long fucking car ride, i'll just keep to the higher moments of hilarity here, anyone come across those sort of tube type things that when you turn them upside down they make a sort of "OOOOOWAAAAAA" noise, then the noise in reverse when you tip it back to it's original position? No idea what they're called, but yeah anyway, Grant's boss (at his new rather corporate sort of job) called up to see how his face removing operation went, Prain decided the conversation wasn't amusing enough and so grabbed this crazy noise making tube and proceeded to completely ruin any attempts of professionalism on Grant's part. Tsk Prain, Tsk.

Errrr...can't recall much else of what happened on the way up, other than a re-emerging of the "Geelong Supercats" scenario (Read: Cheetas with lawn mower engines and a rather annoyed demeanor), the development of a new rating system for women's looks and two blokes hanging out on the side of the road completely nude from the waist down. Disturbing.

Despite being the first to leave for the place we somehow managed to be almost the last to arrive, the blame lying with Dave and Gem having a quickie at her house (or so the theory went at the time) and me becoming extremely disoriented in a supermarket and thus taking about three times as long as anyone else to get their bloody food. In any case, having arrived at the camp and discovering a horrid number of little goth blokes, a decent number of nice looking girls (who unfortunately had boyfriends) and a decent, yet disturbing number of horrible looking women (one of which abused Prain as soon as he walked through the door), we felt there was only one rational way to deal with the situation....booze.

And thus began the consumption of an epic amount of booze.

As you can well imagine, the night enters into a sort of haze, though thankfully with quite a few key events still remaining rather vivid.

I'll take a quick moment to answer the traditional question of "who vomited?" (as chronologically said vomiting occured at around this point).....yeah it was me, and only me, fuck off. I tried to get drunk after eating 4 steaks and half a block of Mint and Dark Chocolate, not a good plan people.

Oh and before i continue, afore mentioned abuse directed at Prain by the woman, who will be here on out referred to as "Land Dewgong" or for the sake of my poor typing skills, "LD".

Prain: Hey, can we have one of those keys to the cabins so we can get settled?
LD: What's the magic word?
Prain: .....please?
LD: Nope, fuck off.

*exits room*

Now it's at this point, that i beheld something extremely rare, a stunned Prain. The look on his face as he turned away and sat at the table was pure bewilderment, one could actually see the wheels of his mind grinding their way to utter loathing.

Prain:.....what the fuck just happened?!

Now unfortunately at this point the night becomes a series of memories with very little linking them together, kind of a jumbled picture show if you will, so this post will turn into a little bit of a "shopping list", my apologies. The booze was too good!

Random Ugly Girl (RUG) to Behemoth Boy (BB)

RUG: Honey, can you get me a drink?
BB: yep! *lumbers off to the kitchen*
Grant: Honey?! HONEY?! Oh yeah i get it, Honey, Bears, Winnie the Pooh, YOU FAT FUCK!

One of the most vehement and random bouts of abuse i have ever heard, let me tell you! (in Grant's defense, BB had a set of Tarot Cards and was reading people's fortunes...)

This next one boggles the mind...

LD decides that she dislikes Prain and will try and bullcharge him to make her position on his existence known to all, now not only is bullcharging Prain rarely a good idea, bullcharging in general lends itself to all sorts of problems once one has attained a good amount of momentum, as the HellPrawn soon proved, for as the immense woman gained speed, Prain nimbly didged to the side and shoved her in the back, sending her straight into a stainless steel fridge like a fucking lawn dart!

At this point LD reconsidered her position on Prain.

LD: I think we got off on the wrong foot.
Prain: Well that's your fucking problem isn't it?

The night becomes extremey hazy here on out, i'm not sure where the following anecdotes fit in along the time line.

I discover there is a Goose pen around the back of the house, i also discover said Goose pen is unlocked. Thus begins a series of terror inducing strikes upon a herd of Geese by myself, Dave (and a rather handy broom, with which he had to fend of a few that struck back) and two blokes whose names i've forgotten. Those things are fucking angry, and after sampling them for Albert to use in Fuckable Cunt, we decided to get back to the booze.

Standing in the kitchen having a quick snack, i suddenly find myself underfire as a Smirnoff bottle explodes against the wall not half a meter from my head, i whip around like lighting and see Elly standing there with her hand hovering above the table.

Anthony: WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!
Elly: I tried to put it down!
Anthony: .....i can't fucking deal with this.

A friend of LD's, let's call her BW (and no i'm not going to say what that stands for, suffice to say it references a hair colour and one of humanity's oldest "professions" *cough), insists to me that LD is in fact not fat!

Anthony: *sits down*
Vlad: Hey man, you look fucked, whats up?
Anthony: Ah this fat bitch in there, wont shut the fuck up, driving me up the wall.
BW: which fat girl?
Anthony: The one in the Cannical Corpse jumper.
BW: Emma?! She's not FAT!
Anthony: Ummm...ok i guess your a friend of hers, and that's real nice...but are you blind?
BW: What?! She's not fat!
Anthony: Now really, i don't mean to offend but the bloody woman is immense and it's not like she's even one of those fat people you can go "hey, at least she's got a nice personality" she's a complete fucking whore!
BW: I hate you.

At one point I find putting playing cards and chip packets on some poor sod that's passed out a little prematurely, Elly comes in and decides this is a fantastic idea, and joins in by hurling a 700ml Smirnoff bottle at the guys head (yes there were a lot of these about, Goth's drink girly vodka), the fucking bottle sails across the room and smacks the poor fucker right on the forehead, leaving a gash above his left eye, and this was no scratch or anything, this was a fucking gusher of a head wound, blood is literally pulsing out of his head, all over the couch and onto the floor.

Yep, it was compeltely fucked.

Grant and i try to get the blokes blood out of the couch, and really, two drunk cunts trying to go domestic just does not work, upon discovering we were making it worse we promptly hightailed it the fuck out of there, at which point i decided that having hands covered with someone elses blood was not a good thing, so i went to wash them, which i did for about 10 mins.

Tayler (some goth girl, decent enough): Why are you washing your hands so much?
Anthony: Well way i figure it, if anyone here is gunna have AIDS it's gunna be the guy with the raver pants.
Tayler: That's really mean....but yeah, fair enough.

At around midnight everyone decided to crash like the fucking nancies they are, but having the constitution of an Ox (and having been fueled with a large amount of imported Absinthe) i decided to go and wander about the forest for a bit, after doing this for 10 mins i figured i was gunna need some company, so i burst into Dave's cabin and demanded he get out of bed and come on a bit of a walk.

Anthony: DAVE, MAN GET UP!
LD: Oh fuck off we're sleeping.
Anthony: DAVE, DAVE C'MON!
Dave: Nah man, i'm staying here.
Anthony: MAN, FUCK, DON'T PIKE OUT.
LD: Shut the fuck up and fuck off.
Anthony: *turns to LD at at the top of my voice* SHUT THE FUCK UP!, DAVE GIVE ME THE CAR KEYS!
Dave: Fine, here, fuck off.

No i did not drive it, i believe i retrieved some grilled peppers i had stashed earlier, left over from lunch.

In the end only one brave soul accompanied me on the first trek to the coast, a little bloke into Black Metal we met by the name of Taigan, cool little guy, 17 i think, i dunno.

Anyway, that first trip we climbed multiple barbed wire fences (my legs and jeans are unimpressed about that by the way), dodged a few collections of shubbery and other assorted flora and made it all the way to the coast (which i was told the next day was about 25 km, i'm guessing about 15km as we went overland as opposed to the scenic trail), and then headed back, which was actually rather hard considering i was drunk as fuck and we had long since lost sight of the light from the house, regardless we got back and found BW trying on certain things with certain people, and not having a bar of it, i demanded they accompany Taigan and i on a secondary trip to the coast.

To be honest this trip was much the same as the second, except we got rather more lost and rather more infuriated thanks to the constant moaning of BW. Bitch.

Got back around 5am and woke Grant and Prain up, at which point we woke up just about every cunt in the place by letting loose a massive chorus of Silencer impressions. Fuck 'em, weak pricks!

This is about all i can recall, minimal hangover the next day though the winding roads back to melbourne did me in a bit, got back and went and saw Transformers for the second time. Megan Fox, my god, Megan Fox people, my new goddess!

Prain, Grant, Dave and Gem, if you recall anything else feel free to add it!

Oh yeah, Dave acquired a bath robe and was maniacally mopping people against their will.
Odd.

**

2007-01-11T16:47:02Z

POST DRUNK EDIT: Fuck it.

P.S. Maori's are still a pack of bone carving, tribal fuckwits.

I wanted a conversation, not a labotomy.

2006-12-27T05:23:38Z

What the hell is wrong with people? It seems like every month that goes by, human intelligence levels, actually fuck that, BASIC COMMON SENSE LEVELS drop faster than a club skank being payed in coke for a blowjob. It's a fucking disgrace.

POINT ONE

Your not from a fucking ghetto, you never were and unless your supremely retarded and take up residence in one, you never will be. I don't fucking care how cool it is to lumber around in clothes so baggy, that it looks like your carting around a collection of your own faeces. Your a fucking moron, simple as that. I mean, for fucks sake, take 2 seconds to look at the message this whole fucking ghetto culture promotes, murder, sexual abuse, domestic abuse, greed, objectifying and basically just acting like a fucking Neanderthal. How is this an attractive option? How the fuck can people go "shit, retarded black people and violence, i'm in!"

Fucking retards.

POINT TWO

If you happen to be in my country, i think it's a rather logical move that you SPEAK MY FUCKING LANGUAGE. And no, being able to mutter 5 words of english in heavily accented PUNJAB does not qualify. This goes for the people who know the language and just choose not to use it. Cunts

POINT THREE

Nothing on this earth will save the next person who says "all music" when i, while attempting to have a discussion, bring up music as the topic. No one likes "all music" so fuck off, i'm sick of people who try to show as little of their personality as possible when you first speak with them, because heaven forbid someone might actually get to know the real you, and might not like you! Oh noes!!!1111. Fucking deal with it you weak cunts, if your that boring a person that you like "everything" i hope you trip on a rake and impale yourself. And the same goes for movies, if you like "all movies" fine, come over and we'll watch a fucking guro anime and then i'll fucking make you listen to Vlad Tepes all fucking night. Fuckheads.

NO MORE POINTS

I'm fucking worked up and pissed off now, so fuck off and do something more productive than reading my drivel.

Emoticons...the silent victims.

2006-11-19T09:48:24Z

When someone mentiones the word "emoticon", i'm sure most of you think of them in the "accepted" sense, a small image file used in IM conversations to convey tone or to indicate in what spirit something was said in.

If you think that, your half right.

The truth is, emoticons are actually a race of spherical, useless creatures, from which the IM developers took their inspiration.

Now your casual IM user, has no knoledge of this, and happily uses the odd emoticon in their conversations to "spice" things up a little, and fair enough too.

Now your serious Emoticon user, your hardcore emoticon junkie that almost goes an entire conversation without actually typing a word...well these people know the truth, that the emoticons are real, and that every time you use an emoticon, the real world counterpart of said emoticon is slaughtered so as to be incorporated into the digital world. THESE PEOPLE KNOW THIS AND WILLINGLY SLAUGHTER THOUSANDS OF EMOTICONS A DAY!

Sadly, one of our own is the biggest abuser of emoticons, it's gotten to the point where this woman has her own stash of live Emoticonians, so that her supply will never be low, not to mention the sick pleasure she takes in terrorizing and instilling pure fear into this poor, defenceless species.

Save a life, say NO to Emoticon abuse!

Vatos Locos Esay!

2006-10-08T13:50:52Z

Well, been awhile since i wrote any bollocks on this thing so i might as well ramble on for a bit, of course i'm not really a fan of doing things just for the sake of doing them, but fuck you all, i'm bored.

Earlier in the week Billy and i headed up to Sydney for a few days, wasn't expecting it to be thrilling, and it wasn't really, but it was definately a good couple of days, if hectic.

Darling Harbour is ludicrously expensive, and Billy is correct, there is actually a battleship docked there called the "HMAS Vampire", he was right chuffed about that.

Billy spent most of the trip indulging his fetish for all things eastern, whilst i wandered beaches, ate very strange Sushi and caught up with a few people, most of which i didn't expect to.

Cannibal Corpse were playing on the Wednesday night, so Luke (of Nazxul, Pestilential Shadows, etc.) asked if i'd like to catch up over a drink at a pub quite close to the Gaelic Club (venue for Cannibal Corpse), of course i agreed. Quite the interesting night, due to the location of the Gaelic Club, and the close proximity of a number of rather open to the street bars, the gig turned into more of a big Metal street party, with hundreds of people wandering between the few pubs surrounding the Gaelic. Nice atmosphere to the whole shebang. So yeah, met up with Luke...and a whore load of other people i wasn't expecting, ended up s pending the evening drinking with members of Battalion, Nazxul, Pestilential Shadows, The Amenta, Vrag, Baal Galadrial (and others i'm sure), was quite the fun night, definately be worth going up again to hang out at some point methinks.

Few othe rbits and bobs that happened on the trip, but i can't be fucked typing it all, it's fucking cold in here and my hands arn't working.

Oh yeah, and here's a few little things i've done in photoshop lately, only a few of them...which is pretty piss poor really, should get back to work.

Yeah, tried a little texturing on this one, didn't come out too badly.

Just a rough composition idea for a possible Tattoo.

Alien head i whipped up when bored, kinda like the skin on him.

Yeah, that's it, bugger off.

Mistress Megaphone

2006-09-16T11:31:09Z

This is to keep Naomi happy, she asked me to add an extra panel to the earlier posted comic to cover it, but i'm too lazy to draw shit properly, so instead she can have a whole post covering it.

Naomi would like to make it abundantly clear to Leah (whom most of you don't know) TO SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Seriously, i've met this chick myself once, and i swear, she could make the pope commit suicide she's that fucking annoying, imagine your watching Mtv, now imagine your watching it in a wog club, (it gets worse), picture all this is going on, while your getting a blowjob from Ellen Degeneres (and she's a lesbo, so you know she'll suck at it). Now Leah's on a whole different level to that scenario, but you get the gist.

Leah, i hope you get semen in your eye.

Whisperings in the Woods...

2006-09-13T15:10:14Z

Alright, since i seem to be getting a bit gabby in my doddering, demented, dessicated (and other "D" words) old age, i've once again decided to put pen to paper (or finger to poorly moulded chinese plastic) to tell you all some more shit.

This one's pretty simple, go and fucking listen to this band, if you don't you obviously have only one testicle, with the cancer that eroded the first slowly spreading to the second, at which point it will fuse the remnants of both testicles into a fleshy vehicle, which once completed, will house the conciousness of said cancer, allowing the cancer to make it's escape by ripping through the scrotal walls.

In regards to the ladies....fuck it, most of them are too retarded to know good music anyway :P (please note at this point i'm only using the ":P" to make all you over zealous women folk think i'm kidding, i'm not, but enjoy the emoticon anyway, surely it appeals to some "cuteness" retardation housed within your brains, and thus may mitigate some of the irate MSN messages that your planning on bombarding me with).

*ahem*

without further ado, (or mysogyny....actually, i promise nothing), i happily point you all towards "Myrkgrav" a fantastic folk metal/black metal thing, quite melodic, fantastic vocal harmonies, in general just some good writing. And the fucker who writes it all is 3 months older than me, which means yes, i'm largely wasting my life in an orgy of unproductiveness, but hey i'm white and live in a western country, it's my birthright.

Anyway, go listen to the fucking music, it's good shit, anyone who disagrees is obviously a few spears short of an armoury.

Joy of joys....

2006-09-12T12:54:11Z

Been a fair while since I posted something that even resembled a proper post.

So let’s not let this be too much of an exception.

Being the sharp-witted, observant type, I’ve been following the spread of this latest herd mentality bullshit amongst women, otherwise known as “trend fashion”. The latest trend being to wear a pair of tiny shorts that would make a Gi-Joe a bit self-conscious, and these spastic polka dot tops, a very 80’s affair. Actually I’m beginning to think fashion designers, much like a lazy high school student, have decided to just hand in some old work and hope no one notices, well fuck you douchebags, we noticed.

You know the ones I’m talking about, you’ve all seen them.

Now don’t get me wrong, wearing shorts is fine (well it isn’t, but that’s a different kettle of fish), shorts were designed for a reason, sometimes it’s just too hot to wear some damn pants…yep sure…but here’s the exception to the rule folks….when it’s 8 fucking degrees….

I kid you not ladies and gents, these retarded skanks will wander the streets till all hours of the morning, wearing nothing more than a glorified pair of boxer shorts and a fucking handkerchief.

“But Anthony” I hear you protest “They’re allowed to wear what they want, if it makes them feel good and sexy then they should be allowed!”. And I agree.

Now let’s take a moment to look at what sexy is, Rose McGowan in a black evening dress, all class, leaves plenty to the imagination, the woman’s a mystery and you fucking well wanna get in there and have some fun. Now that’s fucking sexy. Just that look alone conveys sophistication, wit, charm, and you know you’ll be in for a bit of a fun game of cat and mouse before the nights out. And really, smartarse woman that can give as good as they get are hot, women with wit and grace are damn attractive.

What’s not fucking hot are these goddamn retards walking about in the cold, huddled together to keep warm. Is there anything so unattractive as stupidity? I dunno about the rest of you lads (and quite frankly if you disagree your obviously letting your cock do far too much thinking), but when I see these cow eyed, dense as hell morons, I just do a little simple math, for example; 8 degrees + tiny little shorts and thin shirts = fucking retarded. Ladies, there is nothing sexy about seeing an obvious lobotomy patient shivering her arse off on a street corner, nipples erect enough to pierce a mans rib cage. It just demonstrates a lack of intelligence, thought and planning. And that’s not “hot” at all.

At this point I’m sure you’ll all be going, “lol, but those chicks get guys all the time”, and your right, they do, and it’s for a simple reason, men are inherently lazy, when out and single, we go for the hottest woman we can find that will require the least amount of effort, the reason for this being, if we fail early in the night, we can move on without having wasted too much time. There are woman that convey different images, trendwhores get fucked six-ways from Sunday frequently because it’s obvious to men that they’re vapid little shells of humans, it’s a much more daunting prospect to go and try and pick up a girl who gives off an air of sophistication, because let’s face it, most people aint that bright and are rather afraid to be proved thus.

This brings me to my next point, now one can assume these idiotic little tramps dress that way for attention, fair enough, most people do like attention. The problem lies in which kind of attention your after. Now typically these retards will be appealing to the male counterparts in their peer group, most of which have entered into the world of “Metrosexualism” in some way or another (another rant there…yeesh). Now obviously these girls use the attention from their brain dead male opposites as a form of validation, makes them feel good and sexy (when really all the guy wants to do is fuck her because it’s a rather easy thing to do)….how fucking pathetic is that…..i mean, not only do these disgusting wastes of genetic material follow every trend CLEO spews at them, they require validation FROM OTHER PEOPLE that they’re actually a worthwhile person. Fuck that, if your that uncomfortable with who you are that you seek random approval from drunken strangers, then you’ve got more fucking screws loose than I do.

Fuck I can’t even type any more, this shit pisses me off way too much.

Coincidentally, I can see why people like clubbing so much, isn’t the internet a wonderful place…

Apologies to Grant, rant wasn't as amusing as i wanted it to be, i'm too aggravated to be bothered refining it.

Happy Birthday To You...

2006-09-10T14:08:48Z

Well as most of you are aware (and yet decided to ignore anyway), Saturday was Sandy's 20th birthday celebrations, myself, Mark and Albert decided that even if we didn't stay long we should go pay our respects on such an occasion.

The location of the venue was right in the oily, greased up heart of Chapel St, so obviously we wouldn't need to bring along the Guffometer... *snickers*

After that bollocks was through, it was time to head into the city and cop more guff. but that's another tale...

The Ruby Mine

2006-08-29T16:22:56Z

Fucking hell, now Charmand Grimloch is dead, i was half hoping he'd do another Tartaros album one day. No real word on how he died yet, though apparently it involved "serious body wounds", pretty vague i know.

Stay In The Sand Box Lads, We'll Build a Castle!

2006-08-22T05:34:55Z

Hahahaha, everyone's playing nice, interesting.

Also, on an unrelated note, very recently Jon Nödtveidt has relinquished his hold upon this coil. Though I personally don’t agree with a number of his beliefs I have nothing but respect for the strength of his convictions. It’s always sad to see men of strength and will pass away, however it was his decision to do so, having felt his life’s work was complete, and in that too I respect his decision.

May you be ever victorious in the coming battles.

If you knock back a hooker in the night, does she fall?

2006-08-18T18:56:54Z

Hahahahahaha ahhhhh fucking hell.

Red Moon tonight, didn't go too badly, not fantastic either mind you but a solid evening. After that Merton, Myself, Prain, Alford, Grant, William, Chris and Albert decided to go to Narre Warren and get those god awful fuckarse doughnuts. Much hilarity ensued.

Nick abused the box over the running out of the original glazed doughnuts, Chris, Albert, Grant and Nick humped the fuck out of everyone, Merton tried to take off in Albert's car, the woman at Krispy Kreme believed her level of smartarsishness was on par with Alford and Chris, she was mistaken.

After all that bollocks with the sugar crack fiends we went to a whole bunch of brothels, which i gotta admit was pretty damn funny despite it being seedy as fuck. Most of them were booked out, but we had luck finding a hooker for one of our lads at "The Garden of Eden", however before commencing the transaction an inspection of the women was required, Chris, Merton and William gathered the whores and decided that for $190 an hour they were bloody well subpar. So alas, in the end no hooker was required.

Quotes i can remember from the evening:

Alford to Grant: "We didn't come all the way to Narre Warren for you to order a fucking milkshake, bitch."

A bread truck passes us at a T intersection.

Prain: "Is the bread Helga's?"
Alford: "We'll fucking find out wont we?! *guns the car*

On the highway.

Alford: "HAHA! 100, awesome! WEEeeeeeeee" *guns the car again*

Waiting in the car at the brothel while the inspectors were busy.

Albert: These are my homeboys, That's Prizzle (Prain), that's Nizzle (Alford), that's Wizzle (William) and i'm Albizzle the Dizzle! Watch out for Prizzle, that motherfucker will fuck you up.....when he's not sleeping.

Alright that's all i can remember, any of you fuckers who were along for this bollocks feel free to add more.

yawn

2006-08-01T08:56:23Z

Some Photoshop shit i've done lately, nothing overly fantastic.

Cindy BBQing...yep...thrilling.

Just some shit i did for the hell of it.

Rough mock-up of the Eidolon longsleeve, though i believe we're doing T-Shirts now instead.

Fairy Tale thing...yeah.

Took a hand at doing a bit of landscape work. Probably would have come out better if i could have been bothered.

Planet exploding? *shrugs* playing with selections and filters.

...yeah...

Albert has some odd requests.

Yeah that's it, bugger off.

Confined To The Familiar Tangle

2006-07-10T16:49:15Z

I am currently possesed of inertia, to ignore this perception is to court ruin.
To take one is to take two back. How does one resolve such loaded conflict?
Ever to wait, never to have, always trapped within the cyclical nature of history.
When will this wheel break? When will the promised progression sweep me forward?

Such are my current objects of contemplation.

Ahh The Early Years...

2006-07-10T07:10:26Z

Upon sifting through some early records of the clinic, i came across a number of photos taken in the early years. Ahh what energy we had back then! Two fresh faced young doctors, ready to do our part for the humans we love so much.

This picture was taken right before the full time aristocrat, part time abortionist, Count Appleface, performed his first operation. Ahh such pleasant memories, you've never truly laughed until you've laughed at a person being pushed down a flight of stairs. *sigh*

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For all you little "love spreaders" out there!

2006-07-03T08:32:45Z

What can i say? I'm a caring, sharing sort of person. So i decided to offer a service for all you lusty lasses.

Cliff is my right hand man, so he's also available for work if needed.

azarkhel @ 2006-07-03T02:13:00

2006-07-02T16:14:12Z

When the fuck did everyone become a goddamn whore?

Must have missed the memo.

Hehehehehehe

2006-05-29T23:55:33Z

Oh man, it's been so long since i felt like this, and i'm fucking loving it.

Something i've learned first hand, stability breeds complacency.

Women as a gender are self absorbed, flighty and prone to bouts of whorish behaviour.

I fucking hate the world again, and i love it!

EMERGENCY UPDATE

2006-05-29T14:01:10Z

To those of you in the know, i found Grimace's Gayspace!

http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=63885062

Laugh, and be merry!

swish

2006-05-29T00:50:08Z

"And that's the end of that chapter" *throws scarf over shoulder*

azarkhel @ 2006-05-17T16:06:00

2006-05-17T06:23:41Z

Kinda bored at the moment so i thought i might just upload some random shit i've done over the past few months and show people. *shrugs*

TAFE makes me blasphemous.

He's hungry for Polish Death Metal....and BRAAAAAIIIINNNNNSSSS!

Something Sandy asked me to make, kind of a pop art "Andy Warhol" thing goin' here.

Inspired by the Count himself, i had to make this.

Sandy had her webcam on and pulled a rather vacant expression, i decided to immortalize it.

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This took me a fair while, relatively happy with the results though, next time will be better (this was drawn by me from scratch).

The above 3 are some sprites i've drawn for my final Animation assignment, i'm making a 3 level platform game, it's a parody of Batman called "Ratman", not overly inventive, just Batman as a rat, still drawing all the shit and making the game is quite enjoyable.

And that's it from me, as posting shit i've made has become boring.

Additionally, photobucket sold out.