NEW VIDEO! Holy poop, Batman!
The dead rise in the small town of Dover, NH. Here is the footage of the invasion.
The 7th annual Dover Zombie Walk. If you’re around next year, check it out. It’s a blast.
Please forgive the focus issues., and if Rob Zombie or Geffen Records gets wind of this please note I am a fan and also, do not own the music that is being used. Enjoy!
=Eddie
Hey! I made this! It’s cool!
I have a back log of stuff I’ll be posting. I’ve been saving them just to give them a polish so they’re not quite as cocktail napkin written as they tend to be.
However my last dream…
MONSTERS! ALIENS! CREEPY THINGIES!
Tiny little meat colored worm like creatures that spread in swarms on walls and floors like ivy that devour flesh like hyper maggots.
ESCAPE! RUN! GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE!
Up the fire escape to the roof. Somehow they never find us as the sun crawls over the mountains with cameras pointed down at the center of town.
EVIDENCE! PROOF! ANOTHER SIMILAR WORD!
Although instead of going back to film the creatures we shoot footage of the sun and somehow wind up in space and can breathe. Well, at least we don’t have to worry about the worm things as much.
THE END! FINISHED! GO AWAY!
A group of undercovers led by myself, Jeff Bridges with a beard circa the “Tron” era, and one other guy. Three of us enter through the back into this shop believed to be a front for white supremacist drug dealers. We hit up an old arcade machine and start to play it and this one guy comes over to ask if we have any pizza or magazines, code for heroin and meth. The minute I tell him no we get knocked out and dragged into the back room. When we come to Adam Arkin is standing over us threatening us. The one guy gets killed, Jeff runs off, and I proceed to gouge out Adams eye balls until they pop like a gorey effect in an 80s movie. But after that I start to tear his jaw off to where the flesh is tearing and you can see muscles and tendons and bone. At the end of it he looks like a character from the remake of “House On Haunted Hill.” Also, his teeth removed like dentures. It was gross. I fucked that guy up bad.
I get stuck behind a Bugatti Veyron that chooses to go the speed limit. That’s all that happened here. Nothing too exciting.
This I’m fuzzy on, either I was watching this happen or was partaking. But a boat was going along this river very fast and then crashes on the shore of this small island to have the driver fly it, go through a lighthouse, come out the other side and fall into the water. Then began to trivialize whether or not it really happened.
I go back to the Bugatti situation but this time I’m driving it and take an alternate route on the highway to open the throttle on it. And I do… after passing a cop.
Sitting in my living room with my family, mainly my sister I remember. A commercial for a new “Kingdom Hearts” game comes on, and doesn’t look half bad mostly because it’s for one of the biggest consoles instead of portables.
Damage
This is not my usual post. But it’s something I had to share. As you read this, imagine how your reaction would differ if this story were being told by a woman, talking about how her husband treated her.
I have been separated from my wife for over a year, though we continue to share a house. We live on separate floors. We share the house because we need to parent our son together, and because we can’t afford to maintain two households.
I’d like to tell you a story, illustrating one reason why I am divorcing her. This is an example of the treatment I have received over the past fourteen years.
This evening, while she was drinking her wine, my estranged wife took exception to the fact that I wanted to talk about how tense she’s been. She said she didn’t want to talk about it.
I left the room (so as to comply with her request).
I went upstairs to use our tiny guest bathroom. She began to yell and throw things around the kitchen, then eventually charged up the stairs and into the bathroom, just as I was finishing and getting ready to leave. She confronted me there, holding her half-full wine glass in her hand. Her voice got louder, her gestures wilder.
She complained that I had upset her by wanting to talk when she had told me she didn’t want to talk. As I began to feel uncomfortable, I said, “You’re saying it’s my fault you can’t express your emotions responsibly like an adult?”
She said, “Yes!! It’s because you want to go off and take a vacation with your girlfriend!” Then she threw the contents of her glass in my face and smashed it against my bare chest.
The results are pictured here.
I stood there, with shattered glass at my feet, glass shards sticking in my skin, bleeding, for five minutes or so. I asked her to move so that I could leave. She waved the broken stem of the glass in the air and said, “Leave!! Who’s stopping you?”
I told her she was standing between me and the door. I felt threatened.
She laughed and said, “You’re 6 foot 3 and 250 pounds! You can’t feel threatened by me!”
I said, “You just broke a glass on my chest and cut me. You’re standing there with the stem in your hands. Yes. I feel threatened.
She said, “No, you don’t.”
I asked her to move out of the way and let me pass. I didn’t want her to think I was pushing her or threatening her.
She held her ground, waved the broken stem and shouted, “Go on! Leave! I’m not stopping you!”
After I asked her repeatedly, she finally moved a bit and I left, carefully stepping over the broken glass.
I have posted this here as evidence, and to help those who may think that size and gender make a difference when abuse is concerned. People who, like my estranged, think some have permission to feel threatened and some don’t.
Abusers come in all sizes and genders.
She and I went to a half dozen therapists over the years. At each initial session, every therapist took a look at me, then at her (5’4” 150 lbs.). Then he or she would gravely ask my wife, “Do you feel safe?”
None ever thought to ask me.
Thanks for listening.
Abandoned Six Flags Park
Struck by hurricane Katrina, this is what remains of Six Flags Amusement Park in New Orleans. Looking like something straight out of a zombie apocalypse movie, there have been countless graffiti artists marking everything in sight.
Today’s episode takes place on the evening of lucky May 13th, 2011.
I start out exploring this cave, going from a few hundred feet in towards the mouth where a small rover is sitting there unoccupied. It looked very much like the one in “Half-Life 2”, a dune buggy frame with wheels, an engine, steering, a chair and not much else to prevent me from getting flung out or trampled over should this thing flip onto it’s side. I get inside the rover, turn the engine over and leave the cave heading down a road that goes alongside a cliff which is to my right. I head down a bit and I come to a bridge on the right, slamming on the brakes for what is on the bridge - a large robotic scorpion that easily had to be 15 to 20 feet tall and a rock giant whose height easily doubled the scorpion. And seeing as how I’m the only thing around for miles that’s moving or living they take notice to me right away. They get ready to attack, the scorpion being the more predatory between the two is already way ahead. How this next part happened I’m not too sure, I slam on the gas and somehow knock the scorpion into the foggy ravine below but I don’t remember slamming into him.
In any event, upon getting rid of one of the large foes the only one that remains is the rock giant who is to say the least pissed I just threw his friend over a cliff. I throw it into reverse and turn it around as the skies begin to darken and the giant bellows out a fear-provoking grumble. But damn it, I realize I’m going the wrong way and the only way out is through so I turn around again, go past the rock monster on the bridge who takes a swipe at my rover and misses, enter this tunnel while darkness consumes the skies and a 40 foot mass of gravel looks down for me. I make it through to the other side and continue along the cliff until I make it to this underground parking structure of sorts. I get out, gun out and up and head through a door to step into a somewhat crowded mall ‘cause I guess after battling one titan and fleeing the other I wanted to do some hardcore shopping. I head down this one hall and find myself accidentally getting caught up in some sort of celebrity event as there are men in tuxedos and women in elegant dresses. Out from around the corner emerges Tommy Chong, John DiMaggio (the voice of Bender on “Futurama”), David Koechner, Jeffery Tambor, and a slew of other famous people that are more well known in the comedy world.
I continue to wander the mall alone in search of something until I spot a couple and I recognize the girl, knowing she has something that I need. I tail the two of them inside the mall, leaving the mall, going across the street to her hotel. After they head inside I hang around outside as opposed to follow them into the lobby as it seems to be a small place located next to a dock. A couple minutes go by and I head around to the side of the building where I strip down to my underwear, in this case tighty whiteys (which I never wear ever, not even as a joke.) I go around to the corner basement room they are staying in and lie down on my stomach on the slope covered in wet leaves. Trying to get close enough to look in but not enough to be spotted I start to slide down and stop myself by jamming my fingers into the dirt. The curtains open up and I duck down hoping I wasn’t spotted. Realizing that this wasn’t going to work (“No shit,”) I put my clothes back on and go inside. I enter through the front door as quietly as possible so as not to be heard by the woman as the boyfriend left moments prior. For a basement hotel room it very much felt like someone had taken a small suite and stuck it underground as it was very spacious and luxurious and looked like a small apartment. Through the back bedroom I go where she is asleep in the dark room and I look around for whatever evidence I was looking for and for cover I shut the bedroom door which wouldn’t fully close. As I examine the evidence I see through a gap the front door open, the boyfriend returns, so I close the door quietly hoping it catches and he didn’t see me. I hide under the bed, revolver in hand, hoping that his lovey dovey act with the missus ends soon. When it does I head outside, explore some of the dock a bit and wake up on the port of consciousness. Sadly, no dune buggy on this end.
=Sketch/Ed
Regrettably I can’t remember very much of what happened from last night’s dream, just the tail end of it.
I arrive in town during a blizzard where there’s already a foot of snow on the ground, and some trees. I’m trying to get to somewhere that involves going up a mountain or off the road. I ask for help by a young, long haired, goatee sporting Nicolas Cage who for some reason has this weird accent that sounds like it could be British but given his limited range as an actor it just sounds strange. He told me because of the weather the only way to get there is to take a CAT snow crawler but also that some of the important roads were blocked and the ones that weren’t had a traffic jams. I head home immediately which wasn’t an issue and look out my window, which had a much different backdrop than it normally does, a line of cars not moving in one direction and the other way completely empty with very little snow on the ground at this point. I ask my brother for help to get to the CAT as it’s probably buried under a ton of snow and needs digging out. I get in the car, a mid-90s Ford Windstar (my old car), and head down the only way I can by myself to see if I can get to a back road. Soon as I get to a point where the other side doesn’t have as many cars I start to swerve all over the road for some reason before going off the road and waking up.
Someone suggested I document my nightmares as well as my dreams and I plan to but the downside to that is I rarely have nightmares. One of my last nightmares that I vividly remember was at least several months ago but some of the strangest ones I’ll never forget were from when I was a kid because my brain took something that I loved and ruined it for me.
Key examples - Ghostbusters. I have loved that movie since I was a kid, the first and second and even wanted to be one before my dreams were crushed. (“It’s not real?” *cry*) But there were brief periods were I couldn’t watch or even see anything Ghostbusters related because of Viggo from “Ghostbusters II.” Viggo scared the ever-living shit out of me when I was kid, now he’s just creepy. I had several nightmares when I was young about Viggo trying to get me but the one I vividly remember was this - it wasn’t in my perspective but playing out like in a movie where we were in the kinda slime world (what’s behind him in the painting at the end when he’s being taken out) where on one end was him saying, “I’ll be back.” Then it cuts to who he is looking at on the other side, and it’s Whoop Goldberg as Guinan from “Star Trek: The Next Generation” saying simply, “Yes.” And this is a dream I had when I was like five or six, I’m 23 now so clearly it was weird enough to hold on.
Another example of another cherished thing my subconscious decided to rape was “Back To The Future.” Well, it didn’t quite ruin that so much as ruin “Who Framed Roger Rabbit?” but had it in the backdrop of BTTF. This one was half POV and half cinematic. It starts out as the shot in the first “Back To The Future” where the DeLorean has just gone back to 1985 and Doc Brown is running down the street laughing that it worked. Here’s where the twist comes - when he comes back around as he continues to laugh and the camera is at his level, instead of turning towards the clock tower he continues toward the camera which turns out is me and then begins to choke me. Even worse is while he’s choking me he is laughing and has the same red, cartoon eyes that Christopher Lloyd had in “Roger Rabbit,” which that in itself is fucking horrifying. So I couldn’t watch “Roger Rabbit” for a couple years after that, which sucks because again, I was just a little tike.
Is it awkward yet?
=Sketch/Ed
IS THAT TEN
THAT’S NOT JUST TEN
THAT’S THE LIBRARY
There is some evil in all of us, Doctor, even you.
I need to get out of the house more…
Or buy a Hitachi.
The Floating Temple: How to Lift a Seven Million Pound, 112-year-old Building
If you can make a good grilled cheese, there’s a 100% chance that I’ll like you.
Photographs taken inside musical instruments making them look like large and spacious rooms.
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Headcanon accepted
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