The Devil May Cry team is treating us to an epic adventure in 2009 with this gun-toting leather-clad vixen with GREAT hair (Not Trish!). She is sultry, slender and Oh, she is armed to the boots. Did I mention her leather heels are retrofitted with pistols?(Yeah! Her boots aren't meant for walkin' neither).
Judging from the screenshots, the gameplay and artistic direction is vastly similar to that of DMC4. Natch! Beyond that I'm really digging this chick, so much so that I've watched the Bayonetta trailer over and over and over and OVER......you get the point!
Call me old fashioned, but I'm none too thrilled about the way she spreads her legs in the air Chun-Li style to gun down her foes. It's not very lady like, but that don't stop me from wanting to make sexy time with her though.
It's been confirmed that kaiyodo will be releasing these MANLY figures...don't know when yet, but these pictures are proof enough that they are coming. Peep this!
Resident EVIL: Degeneration will be out on Blu-ray on the 27th this month. I just watched the trailer last night and Leon S Kennedy freakin' sounds like Neo from the MATRIX, or Keanu Reeves for those of you who live outside of the MAtrix.
I'm tuckered so I'll keep this brief. Today I picked up my Samson USB Condenser Mic that I bought from eBay. It's fucking sweet. When I first extricated it from the packaging I was stunned by the sheer size and girth of this thing (That's what SHE said!). This Studio mic has some kinda techy thingamajig that boosts the sound quality of your voice, essentially it's like if someone had forcibly shoved a mic down your throat(DEEP!) and recording straight from the source...without the gagging agony and gore. In short, it does a great job accentuate my growlly baritone. ALSO, FYI My Batman and Joker impressions are now ten times Sexier!! Now I'll just need to get a better base for this 5lb monstrosity.
Just came out of the shower and thought it'd be a good idea to unveil the monochromatic foundation of a soon-to-be epic TTGL painting that's out at the end of this month.....I hope.
Dai Gurren Brigade confronted by angry moms in Cheltenham on Sunday
Kristy, Sheena and yours truly had brazenly braved the cold weather of Caledon in our oh-so-conservative costumes to do a shoot with the consummate photographer Kevin a.k.a Solar Tempest and his versatile (and adorable) flash stand Sakura.
Within minutes of arriving at the locale, we were accosted by a pair of soccer moms who were thrilled to have us share the lovely Sunday afternoon with them and their prepubescent children.
Mind you, these bright younglings were fascinated by our garish costumes and most importantly, are the future. They will probably one day walk the path of a Cosplayer or turn out to be gay to spite their judgemental mothers. These children sat together and watched us with unspoken understanding, without ever taking any penis-oriented action like, whipping out their cellphones to try and snap a pic of Yoko in all her glory.
No! The mother squad, while bearing the best of intention I'm sure, had essentially tried to bully us into leaving the locale. Christ! It's not like we were getting blotto or smoking pot! The pair chastised us and shunned us with their scathing, self-righteous blunders; all done with such bitter class and lip-service civility:
"....If this is what you do as a hobby you are wasting your time! Please leave! Thanks!" -Some Lady
My question is this, in this lame tableau to evict us from Nature, were they truly trying to shield their children from us or their husbands jerking off in the bushes? Guess we'll never want to know...
Upon Arrival....
Stay back! I want to get enough boobs in this shot!
Earlier today in the can, I read something interesting on the BBC news site, and it's NOT about the financial crisis. It's the new Nintendo DS or DSi!!
WUT? New Nintendo DS??This revamped version of DS or better known as DSi will be out this November in Japan. Though no word on when this slick shit is coming to Canada.
This nifty mark two is better, faster, sexier and well-endowed with a BIGGER....screen, a digicam and a music player. At the moment, this camera enables you to edit your pictures with an Oekaki-like software, so you could draw tenacious tentacles or shadow-cocks on your friends' face. After all, isn't that what everyone wants?
Personally, as a digital artist, I hope a better painting software will be available in the near future for me and my kind to do colour sketches on the go.
Nintendo's latest gambit is armed to oust Sony's PSP and its impeccable sales record that consumed Japan and well, pretty much every where. Of course, appeasing the mass of loyal DS fans out there is at the heart of their objective......i think.
So who wants to be a pawn in this epic Mini-console war? I know I do!
Today marked day 1 of my journey into the world of voice acting. Stocker came over to the house and did an hour and change worth of lesson with me. Prior to his arrival to my abode, I was watching videos on CollegeHumor.com; it's such a wicked site (how the fuck do you not know about these guys?)
Later, Stocker joined me in my bedroom where I had my laptop and shit setup, then he began with his nerve-wrecking monologue that reduced my wide-eyed confidence to nil (I think my balls might have shrunk a bit too). Within his little spiel, he'd established that if I don't have what it takes, he won't give me the time of day in spite of the money. I'd never thought I could be so intimidated by a 5-foot-man with glasses; in my own fucking home no less! It was akin to having a profound discourse with Morpheus but without the pills or the blackness. Meanwhile, I'm like, "WTF, dude? Aren't you supposed to placate my ego by filling my head with false hope??" But, I didn't say that 'cause I still wanted him to teach me. So I swallowed the RED pill with great apprehension and went, "Well! I'm not sure what I can do, so let's find out!" Thus began my voice training with the voice director - Stockpheus.
Watched the much-hyped Dark Knight and that movie made me want to nut in my pants in a big bad way. The late Heath Ledger delivered such a twisted and terrifying performance as The Joker that it sent chills down my spine( that dude REALLY got the laugh down pad) so much so, that after the movie I wanted to run out into the parking lot and cause a little mischief of my own. I'm sure Caitlin and her friends won't enjoy that very much. Still, it was a blast hanging out with these clever people.
I saw a clip on YouTube today, where a few peeps were interviewed about their satisfactory feedback to the film. This one dude said something to the effect of, "Yeah! Heath Ledger died for the role...blah..blah..blah!Great movie!!" , then I got a little annoyed, bordering on cussing at the screen. Some people actually believe in that publicity crap when they say, "Ledger was so committed to the role that he couldn't shake it off months after the movie was wrapped, and it ultimately led to his death." Fine. Now if that's really true, if Ledger really did die for the role of the Joker, wouldn't it also be true for him to turn gay after doing Ennis (actually, he probably did Jack Twist...in the butt) in Brokeback Mountain? Maybe the studio was only trying to cover up something more insidious, like Heath digs tranny hookers deeply, and put a more positive spin on things, but we'll never know. What I DO know is I want to dress up as the JOKER at some point!!
Like Luke Skywalker before me, I too, had set out to seek a master. Thankfully the search didn't take very long; I shot an email over to the very same voice director that taught Liz - John, requesting for some one-on-one time(C'mon! Grow the fuck up!). Although, initially I was gonna shell out 4 bills for the 4-week voice over workshops with Voiceworx, but I'm like, "y'know what? Fuck the middleman! if I'm determined to take private lessons from John anyway, why not cut the foreplay and go straight for the main course?" Sounds reasonable for a dude. In the end, I'm glad I sent that email, because John just hit me back with a reply to schedule for a first meeting. Wish me Luck!
Had an eyeful of lesbian porn and thoroughly befuddled by a split-screen sequence....what will they think of next?
Got the 500GB bitch formatted on my Mac (elsewhere, Oli must be soiling his boney-self from cackling so hard...), and had been feverishly plugging her between two computers.
Also, Liz and I chatted briefly on MSN, in which she made with a copy of her demo tape. Upon listening to the first 15 seconds, I was blown away! Her performance supplemented by the background music made her voice sound strangely unfamiliar. My initial impression was like "This can't be the same chick who phones me up and goes 'I'm here in front of Sears! Where are you??' ". The voice in the demo came across very professional and full of energy ; virtually indistinguishable from actual radio spots! I am still very much in awe, and when my time comes (hopefully soon) I want mine to bare a similar tone!! Once I make it in the biz, I'm gonna tour conventions across the country and the US of A like that shit is FREE, and do Q&As to appease the fans! :P
I bought a 500GB external HDD over the weekend and thought it'd be a helluva investment, especially since I'll be doing alot of editing and my Hard drive on the laptop is less than adequate to house all my footage. In addition, it doesn't support firewire. With that said, my post-production process has just gotten more complicated, because I'd have to dump all my footage on the Mac, process the videos, upload them to the external HDD, then grab necessary snippets as I edit on the fly.
In order to achieve this sort of inter-computer harmony like Ebony and Ivory, I must first format the fucker to "FAT32" - a universal format that's accepted on both Pc and Mac. Long story short, I'm researching a method to format this bitch so I could start dumping my digital unmentionables in said HDD.
Saw the MAX PAYNE trailer the other day, Marky Mark looked great in it, just feeling apprehensive on why there were winged demons in the trailer. Also Megs from the Family Guy, for those who don't know, her real name it's Mila Kunis and she will be playing the femme fatal - Mona in the flick.
I just met two amazing women at the Chapters near my house. When I ran into the real estate chick in the Well-being isle, I wasn't expecting anything beyond the usual social courtesy chatter. "Hi! How are you?" shit like that. Totally, not the case with this broad. This jovial milf, clad in a low-cut top, and I were waxing spiritual for over 30 minutes covering various topics include methods to a more fulfilling life and other relevant supplementary materials. Later, when I checked out with my book, I had another thought-provoking conversation, this time, with the cashier -Grace. When I walked out the store my mind was blown (wish something else got blown too). Christ! I gotta hang out in Chapters more often!!
My directorial debut at the film club, tentatively called "Have to Laugh", has officially wrapped after last night's re-shoot. With this bitch in the can (plus a midnight ride to the west end of Bloor st. to pick up the other DV tape) I can move to the post-production phase of the project and get my EDITING on!!
You never realize how much you miss something until it is gone. That sentiment rang loud and true about a week ago, when my internet suddenly blinked out of existence and I found myself undergoing a long and grueling week of detox. Like most addicts, I enjoy surfing the web aimlessly, looking up useful/less information to quench my thirst for worldly knowledge(and frequent multiple porn sites), but when the plug was pulled I felt so lost. However, the best way to get over an addiction is to replace it with another lesser addiction. To be honest, I thought this axiom was the biggest load of crap at first! For instance, if I were to get hooked on pussy, I'm not about to give that addiction up for anything (maybe Anal)! So tentatively, I started playing with my PS3, and worked my way to watching season 1 of 'LOST' on my laptop. It's a great fucking show, but that's got nothing to do with my web-lessness...
On July 2nd, I managed to deduce the source of my throe, and figured out it was the router at fault. Granted, I've been using that fucker since 2002, so it was high time I put her to sleep. I shot over to Future Shop, picked up a D-link N and the rest,as they say, is history.
This ain't exactly the show but I dig the cute flash animation and tunes.
I, along with a ragtag bunch of Con-goers, attended the Video Game Live free concert on at the crowded Dudas Square on Saturday. Honestly, I would still go if it isn't free, because these guys at VGL really know how to put on a show. At one point, they brought this 16 year old on stage and challenged him to beat the first level of Space Invaders in two minutes. Easy, right? Then, the host put the kid in a black t-shirt with the green tank on its back, and had him sidled back and forth across the stage to control the in-game tank. The kid didn't win anything in the end, since the T-shirt control was ridiculously hard to use, and it had trouble tracking the nimble 16 year old. During which, I was wishing for the kid to trip on a cable and launch himself into the orchestra, and when he got back up, his head would be buried shoulder-deep in a tuba! That would be so fucked up and I feel it would please the audience.
Although that never came to past, I was still very pleased with the live version of the various MGS themes. GREAT SUCCESS!!
Dad's back and he has lots to unload. (not poop!). Though not gifts, but the man always delivers his brand of sagely penny-wise wisdom, as well as lengthy lectures galore. Granted, we haven't seen much of each other as of late, so he probably feels obligated to dish out some good ol' fathering to make up for lost time. I get that. Little did he know, his baby boy has been fathering and mentoring himself for the past 10 years with the aid of books and the Interweb. I have surpassed him in every way. Still, I remain humble and let him take the reins and assume his role as a father. As a child, He taught me how to ride a bike, and reached for the toys at the top shelf when I was small. He's a great man.
To make the long story short, I woke up this morning to learn that Papa Jon and Mama Jon are heading for Splitsville....(and all I wanted was some food.) Happy Father's day!
I haven't done a lot at the con this year, but oddly enough feel compelled to do up an unofficial Anime North' 08 report. The dealer's room was same as last year, nothing but T&A galore AND sundry anime paraphernalia. However, I later discovered a wooden-hut tucked away in the corner, with 3 white dudes in front and a suit of Samurai armor erected in the back of the structure, lending the vendors some Japanese street-cred I suppose. To my amazement, that joint specializes in Japanese Martial Arts, ranging from sword play to Taijustsu. I was like, "HOLY SHIT!! That's pretty bad ass!!" and took their business card for future reference. I figured if I ever needed to defend myself or people I care about, I could throw down and whup the dude's ass with some Taijutsu, and then vanish via smoke-bomb a la Batman before the cops arrive.
Other than that, it's a shame I didn't get to see as many peeps as I'd hoped for. However, I was delighted to run into Kristy and Sheena on Saturday, but then I was baffled by Kristy's booblessness. I never thought I'd live long enough to see the day. Nevertheless, it was exciting to run into Kamina-sama(Sheena is Awesome) and Simon en route to their dirt heap photo shoot. When I turned around I spotted a Spartan 300 dude clad in a gray T-shirt, presumably to cover up his otaku-gut, armed with a spear and a helmet. I thought that was fairly amusing, but not spartan enough in comparison to the scandalous skit that I performed in on Friday night.
This brainchild was conceived on one steamy night of "What Ifs?", then one thing led to another, Liz and I wound up developing a sketch about the certifiable Millennium Group performing Springtime For Hitler on stage. It contains zero Jew-nocide and it's very sanitized; but not in a ethnic cleansing way. Having said that, one still couldn't fathom why this ensemble was robbed of their chance at "Best in Show", or at the very least, "The Biggest Pair of Cajones Award".
Though, the positive feedback from Youtube viewers is very uplifting, but the reality of this fiasco is we didn't win for reasons unknown. Presumably due to the lack of poise and lousy timing in our performance, which I thought would play out extremely well for these maniacal ruffians who can maim, who can ravage but JUST can't dance to save their asses and to stop Geneon from canceling HELLSING ULTIMATE. Obviously, it went well with the panel of provincial judges. If, however, we didn't win anything because we were judged before we even went on stage, then that's horseshit! Sure! we were sporting Nazi gear to portrait a band of fictional villains (Pay attention, kids! It's only fictional) on stage. It's not like we were spreading messages of Jew-hate, then dragged one out, sit on his head and gassed him to death. No! These fictional Nazis were defeated by the corporate power of Geneon. I think pretty much the moment we busted the flags out, the show director(probably a jew) was like, "Oy Vey! Fuck these Nazi-lovers! Cut the feed on the cameras!! Now!!!" and put the kabosh on us.
Ultimately, I'd like to believe that it was our poor planning and express-rehearsal for the very first time before the show that doomed us, and not of someone's provincial judgment.
Ooops! Mr. Director is brooding over his mistake on casting the emotionally challenged. So that was pretty much my Con-less Sunday. I reluctantly parted ways with AN '08 and spent about 12 hours directing my first flick for the film club. The shoot was scheduled to commence at 9:30 a.m. and wrap up near 4pm (courtesy of my idealistic foolishness), however, several key-players of the production crew did not show up 'til 11a.m.. Needless to say, my plan to return to the dealer's room to pick up some more shit was shot to hell. I wasn't pleased to say the least, and I wasn't afraid to show it. If it was up to me I'd fire those motherfuckers, albeit none of us were paid to partake the grueling shoot. We all show up due to our love and respect for film-making and its process of creative problem solving ; and also because the Director fucking said So!. What did I do? Did I unleash the wrath of Jon on these bitches? No! I opted out of wasting any more of my energy on them, but instead channeling it to my flick, i.e. coercing those idiots to do take after take even when I already had the shot at an earlier take. At lunch, the owner of the apartment treated us with some delicious mac n' cheese. Out of the blue, Fred(co-writer) produced a bottle of red wine; it seemed harmless at the time, but little did I know that bottle had brought on the "Itis", rendering my crew sluggish, sleepy and lost the will to do anything else. In spite of that, I did whatever I had to to grab whatever shots I could in the living room until they sobered up.
All in all, the shoot wasn't too bad, albeit Sue (storyboard artist/ writer) overstepped her boundary and did some directing of her own. At which point, I was annoyed but too restless to throw down and kneecap her in the living room. In retrospect, I believe the shoot on Sunday could be shorter and less grueling, had some people showed up on time and learned their lines, and had I not staked my pride and ambition behind the camera to prove I can direct as a fledgling ass-kicking auteur.
Just a quick update before I hit the sack. It had been a helluva a week for me, not only did I accumulated the total of 24 hours of actual sleep time, I also made Director on Monday. Hooray!! Since Monday I've been heavily involved in the pre-production of a short film called, "Have 2 Laugh" (working title); during the emergency film meet on said night, I pitched some brilliant ideas to the rest of my film group and they dug it. With that, I seized the opportunity to elect myself as their new director, since the previous one left the group for a paying gig instead. Besides, nobody seemed to be foolish enough or brave enough to vie for this creative position. On one hand, the onus is on me to show the world my creative vision, and if it sucks then Mr. Director will have to swallow his pride and bite the bullet. However, I have nothing to worry about, because I am brilliant!!
On Wednesday, I ordered a rehearsal but instead we wound up spending 4 hours tweaking the screenplay to maximize several gags, as well as tightening the story(or lack thereof).
Next Wednesday is the ACTUAL Read-thru/ Rehearsal. Hope it all goes down smooth, like a swig of Iced Cap on a smoggy day.
Other than that, I got censored by my instructor at Improv on Sunday, and inadvertently earned the title of the"Potty Mouth Wonder" amongst my cohorts. Hey! That's alright! It's like that age old admonition that says; when you go to jail you must fuck somebody up on the first day, or else you'll wind up being on the somebody's bitch. Well, guess what? I'm the guy who's befriended the bitch's papa.
Obviously, I'm not tag-teaming an inflatable doll with a tentacle monster. This photo was taken on Friday of AN '07. It only took my buddy a year to show me this goddam picture, but I'm glad he did. Meanwhile, my perverted friend relentlessly brandishes this scandalous photo to everyone via his cell. And I'm cool with that. Since I asked the pair to kiss each other for the camera. It was my gift to my buddy's foray in an Anime con in Toronto. Aren't I Wonderful?
I read an article in the SUN yesterday, in which, it reported the harrowing tale of an Austrian man, Josef Fritzl, who had his daughter imprisoned in his cellar serving as his personal fuck-toy for twenty-four years and fathering her seven children. Well, six to be exact, when he incinerated an infant that died at birth. How fucked up is that? Fritzl, however, was anything but insane. This crafty motherfucker ('scuse me! Daughter-fucker) had the presence of mind to coerce his daughter to write a letter to the rest of the family, explaining her urgent departure with a phony cult. This guy went above and beyond to keep that piece of incestuous ass to himself. The victim of this perturbed nightmare, Elisabeth, was only seventeen when it all began. Frankly, I'm just shocked that, not once, did she try to chomp down on his dick and make a daring escape. Because, the moment he put his cock in her mouth, or anywhere NEAR her, the father figure had seized to exist. All that's left for her to confront was an animal. As a father, one is supposed to protect his offsprings, not to have unprotected sex with them, then get them preggers.
I'm also flabbergasted at how the, now, 73 yr old could sustain an erection for twenty four years. Granted, today's medical science has endowed us with the miracle blue pill; having said that, wouldn't his wife find it suspicious that Josef is buying viagra by the truck-load, yet they never got it on? Unless, he obtained his private stash from a dealer or he shopped online.
Now the bigger question is, How the hell did he lure her into that kind of predicament to begin with? Did he go, "Hey! Elisabeth! How are ya? Do YOU like Dungeons and Dragons? Yeah?? Well! Follow ME!! I have a massive one-eyed dragon in the cellar! Lemme show ya!!" or something old fashion, like slipping a Rufie in her coke? Nowadays, a seventeen year old girl could very well hospitalize her own father, or at least punch him in the nuts, then make a run for it! I don't know much of Elisabeth, and I probably will never know what her goals and dreams were before she had her life robbed from her. But I do know this...I feel sorry for her, 'cause it wasn't just her body that was violated, her mind as well. The only solace left is if her father gets charged and sentenced to a butt-raping jail in Guantanamo Bay, turning him into a human pin-cushion.
Wish I had done this years ago. Improv really is a place that encourages idiots like me to becoming a bigger jackass, but funnier and more lovable. It really is like a boot camp training for smart-asses, hence my participation in this 7 week course. Tonight marked the beginning of my improv training with the Bad Dog Theatre, and it was brilliant!! The class began with ten of us sitting tacitly in our respective chairs, studying and judging other people's power level in improv or Comedy. I certainly did, especially the girl who told us she was an actress.
Our instructor, Jeanette, kicked off the session with the usual self-introduction around the room, so we could at least get each other's names before finding out who did a better job at embarassing him/herself? When that's done, Jeanette had us performed a series of warm-up excercises that were probably designed to wear down the tension amongst us, and took us out of our awkward shells (it worked wonders, even for a shy guy like me). By the end, we were more apt to become physical and vocal with our amateur improvisation. She put us through a series of improv games that demands teamwork and being in the moment. However, these games felt more like exorcism rituals that drew strength from our inner tricksters or demons to carry out various objectives, kinda like how Ichigo becomes a Vizard, except without the cool mask. All in all, it was a great way to wrap up the weekend!!
Went to see IRON-MAN at the Downtown AMC last night, and it was awesome. The flick managed to deliver the very same twittering adrenaline rush that I felt since Spider-Man. This flick was so well-done that it had the audience literally howling and hooting, whenever Stark busted out a wise-crack or dished out a can of whupass on the baddies. And to top off the heavy metal action, the movie also features a cameo of Nick Fury at the end of the lengthy credit (played by none other than the baddest muthafucka on the planet- Sam Jackson!!!)
Between my day job and attending to my weekly film club meeting, I'm beginning to learn that I have less and less ME-time to chill out. Thankfully, I was recently introduced to My new vice. My new favourite Anime - Tengen Toppa Gurren-Lagann, and surprisingly, NOt because of that Yoko chick in the show. I respect her as a gun-wielding amazon who happens to possess the very attributes that turn me on. I'm very glad Kristy had turned me on to this show, otherwise I'd continue to re-watch old Doctor Who or The Office episodes until I come to a realization that neither of these shows contain a sultry bombshell that would make me hard.
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MY DAD AND HOW HE MADE ME LIE TO THE CLERGY If he was still with us here in
the land of the living, today would’ve been my Dad’s 78th Birthday. This
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Does anyone know of any sort of cosplay photoshoot things going on sometime
in the fall, before it's really freaking cold? I still really really want
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The Devil May Cry team is treating us to an epic adventure in 2009 with this gun-toting leather-clad vixen with GREAT hair (Not Trish!). She is sultry, slender and Oh, she is armed to the boots. Did I mention her leather heels are retrofitted with pistols?(Yeah! Her boots aren't meant for walkin' neither).
