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Monday, November 24, 2003
Well I've experimented with the arcane arts of web video, and decided that watching an obscure montage of experimental vision-wrong really would be incomprehensible via the jerky cock-motion of realplayer. Instead, you can view a selection of shots from Visions of Excess , variously culled from the raw footage and the finished video edit. Imagine the images moving if you would, with lo-fi garage rock soundtrack, and you get the idea.
In case you're wondering who the various shiny characters are, popping up in no particular order are - Vaginal Davis, Ron Athey, Udo Kier, Bruce LaBruce, Kembra,Franko B, the girls of the Velvet Hammer, some other internationally renouned wrongsters, and of course Birmingham's regular bunch of miscreants. With that project finally finished, and a video for the emo-whores Venkman in the brain-meddling stage, its time to devote some attention to the next major project. Currently me and the Cat are in pre-production on the script, and I'm busy casting work colleagues as the various deranged characters. However, if any of you out there reading this believe you have the acting skills and low standards required to be in the next ground-breaking multi-media project, then drop me an owl. Its either that or the we start work on the Ben Elton-esque task of turning several of the Auteurs albums into Rock Operas. Tuesday, November 18, 2003
Those lovely fleshbot people, (are they people, or just porn sniffing robots covered in flesh maybe?) have endorsed my endorsement of their blog (see below) by putting my quote on their front page. Supersweet!
No idea if I'm attracting the cultural elite of grumble viewers to this little backwater, as bravenet have deleted my counter, but a big hello to you if you've come here from fleshbot hoping for some similar stuff to bop on your fencepost too. Hopefully I'll have the Visions of Excess video on here soon enough which does feature some very artistic nudity, although I'm not sure if the low-fi resolution of realplayer or quicktime will really do it justice. Monday, November 17, 2003
Well I'm sure you'll all be relieved to see the message board is back up and running, thanks to Uncle Beefcake settling up his debts with the albanian gangsters he rents the site from. If you're not a member yet, get yourself on over there and join in the fun, make some friends and maybe enemies.
In the meantime, I'm not sure what you're doing reading this weblog, when you could be reading this fleshbot thing , a weblog which takes the finger-work out of looking for interesting porn, leaving your wrist free and supple and google feeling less dirty. Its all done with a veneer of respectibility too, making you feel possibly some part of a nu-cultural acceptance of intellectualized porn, rather than a sweaty palmed rhythym surfer battling with pop-ups and possible convictions. Meanwhile I'm off to prepare for Dubya Bush's impending visit to my new home town. Yay, get the flags out.  Tuesday, November 11, 2003
Well the joyous merriment is that i've re-animated my computer, and can now surf for porncore hardness in the safety of my own living room. Hooray! The downside to the silver lining is the sudden vanishment from the interweb of the message board . Yes, the only part of this site anybody bothers to use (and rightly so) is currently off-air. I have literally a hundred avatars wandering cyberspace without a home. If you could find them a quiet corner of your electric house then I'd be most grateful, until I can get the floating head-bakery back online.
In the meantime, here's a pic or two from the Banjo's 30th birthday bonanza -   Friday, November 07, 2003
Thanks everyone (yes both of you) for your comments on whether this blog should be constantly on the newspulse of the event horizon, or just an occasionally remembered auntie who sends you a book token at Christmas. I'd say the results were fairly inconclusive, and rendered even more irrelevant by the fact that my computer has died. I'm currently mis-using work time (even more than normal) to bring you this sad news. I'm going to attempt some kind of surgery on it this weekend, but as I literally have no idea what I'm doing and in the absence of screwdrivers in my flat, am going to have to do it with a spoon, I wouldn't hold out much hope of a full recovery.
As for Birmingham news, I've been exiled from its fair city limits for pretty much a whole year now, but I do like to keep as updated as possible, as it prevents me from talking like a Southerner. The Flaming Lips were excellent at the Academy last week - as I'm sure you'll all know. It was also the Banjo's 30th Birthday, and he got an Optimus Prime and two Hollyoaks callenders, so he wasn't too depressed about it. This weekend I think the Spychimp is having a bonfire at his house, though I don't know if he's burning witches or not. Witches to him though are anybody that believes in the theory of evolution, so I'd watch your step in that heathen part of the world. I alas, will not be there, I'll be supping overpriced lager in London with the cultural elite. |
