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Jan12
miao

Gentleman Rap and other nonsense that comes to me while I wait for my tea to cool down.

by Kita-Jin on January 12, 2012 at 10:46 pm

Lately I’ve become rather enamored by the notion of Gentleman Rap. Namely Professor Elemental and Mr. B, the gentleman rhymer.
Yes, it’s a bit of a novelty act, I will admit that, but it’s still better than most of the shitradiating vomit that has been on the charts the last…decade or so?

 

Let me first start you off with a rather intriguing number from Mr. B.

 

Then a number from Professor Elemental, a character that is deserving of a comic for himself.

 

On other notes, it’s winter, it’s boring and whatcha gonna do about it beyond staying inside next to the fireplace? Which for an urban gentleman such as myself means heading to the bar to enjoy a few drinks with a beautiful young lady. Let’s have a cheer all around to the young ladies that make the world a brighter place. Go on, I’ll wait for you. If you ain’t got a drink, then head for the bar. It’s worth the effort. Oh, stop that, you know I am right. That’s better. But I’m keeping an eye on you from now on. And no, it’s not just because I fancy your sister, though she is quite fetching indeed. The fact that you would kill me, not as much a repellent as a enticement. Forbidden fruit and all that jazz, you know. If you were in my shoes, you’d do the same bloody thing, just admit it.

Is there another note beyond the first one? Hm, not right now I guess. Life is pretty much a perfect mix of bars and good looking people, both in my spare time and, more and more from now on, in a professional capacity. Dear gods, I feel like a kid let loose in a candy store, only I know there is a mallcop watching me somewhere, that being the universe in general and the most delightful sense of morbid humor, who will pounce upon me and do horrible things to me with a metaphorical nightstick. Or, you know, something worse. Something worse means that the nightstick isn’t metaphorical. Either way, I’m fucked. Also, I have no idea what I am going on about here.

To jump to something that I do know what I am going on about, let’s talk about Steam. That insidious platform of goblin malice and glee. Stupid as I was I fell into it’s web of horrors this x-mas and suddenly I had a shitload of games, little time to play them and, strangely enough, in some cases not nearly enough computer to run them. But they were so cheap and shiny… Dear gods, it was like running into a pack of straight-out-of-high school co-eds during happy hour at the bar. The one good thing this reminded me of is that I actually do like to play games. I love to play games. I just…didn’t. And I suddenly realized why, when I had to delete a certain something of my laptop to make room for my new shininess. WoW… In some ways it had ruined the joy of gaming for me and made it into work. Then right after I realized this, I read this article: The Psychology of Playing MMOs. It’s a good read. Go read it. Also, I got a bit worried as to exactly how much it described my situation. I’m also planing to jump into ye Olde Republice to side with the Naughty Chaps. Which is something we should all do. Just to make Lucas even richer, ’cause that man really deserves all our money, all the time. And, on that note, I’d like a solid gold lifesize statue of myself, my humongous penis and the lovestarved, gorgeous women that fawn over me. Yeah, about that… But give the game a shot at least, I was involved in the beta and it was bloody good fun.  Much more fun that I can remember having had while playing with my other addiction. And no, I’m not talking about pineapples. Fucking bloody stupid whore pineapples. They should all be shot in the mouth and be put into a giant blender to make me a tropical drink.
I fucking hate pineapples. They’re only good for eating.

 

I’m still a bastard and cherishing every single fucking moment of it.

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Oct27
angry

Waiting for… Godot? Doesn’t sound right

by Kita-Jin on October 27, 2011 at 10:22 am

Nope, no, that’s not it. Waiting for the janitor? Yeah, that’s it. Today I had to get up early as fuck -which is really that early, but that’s not really the issue here- because the janitor was supposed to stop by to check on some things in my bathroom. Now, two hours or so later than when he was supposed to make a grand appearance, like the Wizard of Oz flashing himself in the park, he has yet to show himself and like Dorothy, I am utterly disappoint. For shame, Mr. Janitor, for shame.  I now know why your mother didn’t really love you. I think it has to be a requirement for the job that you have an innate ability to be late for appointments. A common trait of both janitors, cablemen and plumbers alike. When the Empire of Panda rules all, I know where I am going to direct the pogrom.

 

Still a bastard and now I’m too awake to go back to sleep.
Fuck janitors.

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Oct07

Don’t Worry

by Kita-Jin on October 7, 2011 at 2:51 pm

Spend enough time with your fist in your arse and your head in the clouds thinking about coulda’s, shoulda’s and the ass on that sweet little blonde thing you saw on the subway last night, all you’re gonna end up with is a headache, shit under your fingernails, a sore dick and a angry blonde.

D-day came, fucked us up our collective ass and stormed out of the door, ’cause a hissyfit is so sexy that you just need it now now now. Don’t bother thinking too much, you’ll only hurt yourself. So, now what? Tell you what, there is a reason god invented painkillers, coffee, cigarettes and soap. Clean your fucking hands, swallow down those pills with industrial strength coffee, light up and get on with it. Tomorrow is waiting and who knows, maybe you’ll get lucky and see that sweet little blonde thing again. Don’t you just love pep-talks? It’s like sweet sweet chocolate syrup on a piece of dry, flaky toast.

Why the sudden, brief sign of life? Boredom, boredom, boredom and not nearly enough alcohol in my system. Oh, and Steve jobs died. And I don’t really care about that. Just thought I’d mention it since everyone else is doing it. Sometimes you just really want to jump on the bandwagon and be one of the cool kids. Though I just realized, hipsterdom is the bandwagon these days and I don’t really want to be part of that. Maybe the bandwagon isn’t such a good idea after all. Thank god that I’ve got enough experience jumping of wagons. I shouldn’t speak of that.. Grouptherapy isn’t until next Wednesday. And now I feel that a LOL J/K is in order, but for fuck sake, nobody in their right mind would actually use that in polite conversation. Unless they’re really drunk, really high, really stupid or trying really hard to “connect” with that way too young girl you meet at the bar last Saturday, ’cause you know, kids these days are stupid little twats.

Still a bastard.

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Aug11
embarrass

Holy Batman, Crap!

by Kita-Jin on August 11, 2011 at 7:44 pm

Wah! I forgot all about everything! Everything is ruined forever! Panda panties! Panda panties! Orange alert! The ninjas are after my tequila. And speaking of tequila, I heard an ugly rumor that the price of tequila is about to skyrocket… I hope this is just nonsense, cause I actually enjoy that horrible liquid regret. Despite the looks everyone give me when I ask if we should to tequila.

So yeah, it’s summer, which means wine, women and song and abso-fucking-lutely no productivity. But that might be more with the job I’ve had the last few months. Man, getting up at 7 AM every single fucking day is horrible. Thank god for industrial-strength coffee, cheap cigarettes and angle grinders. Turning refrigerators into something-that-once-was-a-very-happily-married-but-is-now-charred-and-twisted-pieces-of-metal is quite liberating. Die fridge! Die! And no, I’m not speaking fucking German, I’m just being profane.

 

So yeah, no productivity, no creativity, just work, work, work and power tools followed by random destruction. Meh, it ain’t all bad!
Thankfully, this gig as a janitor/thug/groundskeeper for the city is over tomorrow and it’s back to reality, whoops there goes gravity. I.E. that means back to school, back to the library and back to spewing out silly things. I like silly things. Silly things are awesome. Come Monday, I’m gonna celebrate the fact that I don’t have to get up at fucking 7 fucking AM! I’m gonna get up at 8 AM and start on a drawing that I’ve postponed and postponed and postponed… It was meant to be a birthday present and, well, her birthday is coming up again in a few months. Damn I’m slow and lazy, it’s almost as if I should be working for the city, waaaait a moment… Ah, self-mockery, the best kind!

 

Also, I should have written some thought about the big boom and all, but no, I’m not going to. I don’t really have anything worthwhile to say about it all. So I’m gonna go back to talking about booze, silly things and horror movies. And just so you know, I like puppies. That has nothing to do with anything, at all, I just felt that I should mention it. ’cause I don’t really have anything else to say. Sad isn’t it? Creativity needs to be trained, just like everything else. Time to start training I guess. Maybe I should write bad emo poetry and illustrate them?! Hooray! Or maybe I should get a beer… I do like beers…

 

Remember, still a bastard!

 

 

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Jan26
pwnburn

Paranormal Activity 2

by Kita-Jin on January 26, 2011 at 12:59 am

It’s rare, but it does happen at times; a lousy horror-movie can be reborn and saved as a rather awesome sequel. Though, I think the movie was supposed to be a prequel to the first one, not really sure, but to be quite honest, it doesn’t matter at all. You don’t need to have seen the first movie at all to watch PA2; to be quite frank, the only reason that I can think of for watching PA1, is to see how much better PA2 is compared to it.

I first saw PA1 when it came out as a part of the Horrorfest – 8 films to die for package, back in 2007, and I wasn’t really impressed. Pretty sure I didn’t even bother to finish the movie and promptly forgot about it. Then it became a huge hit a few years later and something stirred in the back of my head. “Hadn’t I seen this before?” Giving it another chance, I sat down and watch it again, all the way through this time, just to be fair. It was just as boring and crappy a horror mockumentary as I remembered it to be. Mockumentary is a genre that is easy to do, but bloody fucking hard to do well. So why the fuck does every Tom, Dick and Nancy have to try to make one when they figure out that they’re gonna make a ooooo-scary movie-ooooo…. For fuck sake…

Paranormal Activity 2 isn’t very different from the original; it’s the same idea, the same minimalistic use of special effects and same mockumentary style. It’s just done better (most likely due to having a completely different director and writer.)  The actors are better, the story is better, the production is better and special effects are pulled off better, with more subtlety. The story itself and the actors are the major issues that I feel separates the two movies from each other; the larger group of actors, not to mention the quality of the actors, create a better flow between them and the hooks that are thus created drive the movie forward. Also, the dog is awesome. Just freaking awesome. In some ways PA2 reminds me of Poltergeist; I’d say that if you were to remake Poltergeist as a mockumentary, it would be pretty much like Paranormal Activity 2. Might explain why I like the sequel as opposed to the first movie. Fuck, it has been ages since I saw Poltergeist. Maybe it’s time to do a old school horrorflick marathon again?

Also, I’m still a bastard!

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