Saturday, February 27, 2010

I Hate music nowadays

       SO i got in my car, turned on the loop, one of my favorite stations, and guess what i heard... NICKELBACK!!! OH MY GOD FUCKING CHAD KROGER!!! * cuts self* oh god this fucking musical desert known as indiana is pissing me the hell off. I miss the days of turning on the radio and hearing Yes, queensryche, Led Zeppelin, hendrix, you know the deal. i am getting sick of all of this Bubble gum commercial bullshit they play on all the good stations because it is marketable.

* sighs* well i have another station, Xrock, they play the good shit
not the shitty shit
the REAL shit
now alls i need is a progressive rock station and i'll shit bricks.....

now that i made myself clear i am happy with myself and glad to get that all out of my system...

tata for now

Friday, February 26, 2010

Whee prog rock!

oh lawdy! i dun gots me a new magazeen! Redneckness aside i got this sampler cd in a prog rock magazine and it is amazing! the opening track especially blew me away, overture/whirlwind by trans atlantic, HOLY SHIT

also... i started the .hack// another birth series...the very first chapter nearly made me cry... here lemme type part of it out for you

        darkness surrounded me, except for the light of the blood red moon. Something tickled my feet. I looked down to see crimson rose petals. Suddenly, the floral scent strangled me. I struggled to move, to breathe, to escape. I was alone in the wilderness. Then I saw her.
       She stood on a distant hillside, her silhouette outlined by the eerie moonlight. I moved toward her, but my body felt sluggish, weighed down. Still, I dragged my feet, inch by miserable inch. I had to talk to her.
       I drew closer. I could see her hair swaying in the wind. She stood with her back to me. Slowly her details were revealed in the crimson moonlight. She wore an evening dress made of silk but it was tattered and torn. Her arms and legs were covered with wounds. Even so, she was still really beautiful.
       I finally stood close enough to touch her. I extended my hand to tap her shoulder, but as I did, a sudden gust of wind scattered a tornado of rose petals through the air. She slowly turned toward me. Blood streaked tears ran down her face.
       I tried to speak, to scream, but no sound escaped my throat as I found myself staring at my own frightening mirror image.


as you can see this book so far has really fucked me up bad XD

well tata for now

Sunday, February 21, 2010


i just got Star Ocean: the last hope international.... for PS3 and i'm loving it, an RPG that i actually like that was released in recent memory, that's kinda absurd.... especially with how much i hated the game fallout 3( a supposed RPG apparantly.... well it sucked balls...)

as for other great games, i still havent beaten bayonetta..... the insane difficulty is keeping me held down against the floor and brutally ass raping me while i cry mercy....

and in a month.... FINAL FANTASY XIII and GRAN TURISMO 5!!!

more to come later..... or not....



turns out my computer fucked up the encoding on those videos, so i replaced them with a couple of practice videos i did...... game on!

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

new vids up on youtube GO CHECK THEM OUT

flirtin with disaster
diary of jane improv run(suck)

Why the hell not?

SO I'VE DECIDED TO CREATE A BLOGGER ACCOUNT! Not like anyone cares or anything

BUT here i will post new updates about products i create for IMVU and other things i do on furaffinity and deviantart..... game on