"Nothing is simpler than to kill a man -- the difficulties arise in attempting to avoid the consequences."
- Rex Stout
"Love me or hate me, but spare me your indifference." - Libbie Fudim
Music
Movies
I have a bizarre and random appreciation for film... This is what I get for working at a movie store.
* = The ones I can quote my way through if given permission.
Television
Books
Chuck Palahniuk
Terry Pratchett
Anne Rice
Philip K. Dick
Stephen King
Neal Stephenson
Robert A. Heinlein
Neil Gaiman
Isaac Asimov
Heroes
reagan jones. SUSAN BOYLE. perish. PAUL POTTS. diablo cody. HIDEKI NAGANUMA. nobuo uematsu. SHIGERU MIYAMOTO. neil gaiman. TERRY PRATCHETT. hayao miyazaki. GUILLERMO DEL TORO. guy ritchie. TAKASHI MIIKE. perish. EMILIE AUTUMN. maya libre. MISS NARCO. robert a heinlein. FRANK SPINATH. ronan harris. EDEN MUSE. possibly you.
Ponderosa High
Shingle Springs, CALIFORNIA
Graduated: 2007
Student status: Alumni
Degree: High School Diploma
Clubs: Peer Counseling, Link Crew, Speech & Debate, GSA, WASC
2003 to 2007
</zilla>'s Companies
Hollywood Video El Dorado Hills, CA US Wage Slave Zombie Nation
12/2006 - 11/2008
Mega Graphics Cameron Park, CA US Resident Inkhog Dept. Of Ass-kicking
9/2008 - Present
Your Mother Your House, Your Bed US Whatever she feels like calling me ;) Full frontal nudity
Since fcuking birth
Peach Pit Folsom, CA US FroYo Fiend Koopa's Kastle
This is a work in progress.
Want to get to know me? You will NEVER know me through Myspace. Talk to me in person if you're really interested; I only +friend people I already know.
I am a very aesthetically driven person with a love for bright colours and city lights that surpasses her need to breathe.
My aspiration is to one day become a walking work of art that makes people run home screaming. (As in, "Run home" to their studio, "screaming" that they just became inspired to write a sci-fi novel.)
I live in technicolor while most people settle for a million shades of grey without a second thought as to their alternatives.
There is not enough cyan, magenta, yellow or black in this world for me to create half the things I dream about.
There is not enough red, green or blue for me to even give you an idea.
One day there will be.
One day, this world will find a way.
When most people see pixels, I see in vector art: Boundless, terrifying, intimidating, beautiful.
I'll be looking to the sky for inspiration while you're waiting for a world of routines to load, rendered in a shitty framespeed with 256 boring colours you're already sick of.
And since I'm so tired of this question: I am lesbian in practice, but slightly bisexual in theory.
"Theory" does NOT mean I am interested in finding a boyfriend. ALT+F4 now, or I'll do it for you.
I dance to the music playing on drugstore radios, regardless of who's watching.
Your mood fix comes in a little glass vial. (A little glass vial?) A little glass vial.
MY mood fix comes in the form of constantly changing starscapes and full moons you will NEVER see until you learn to disobey the societal norm that states verbatim Climbing Onto Corporate Rooftops Is A Pastime For Hoodlums And Not A Valid Means Of Finding Exit Signs.
There is no immediate cure for human indifference. This is one of my biggest qualms with our race.
If my brain were a food, it would be dalmatian-spotted strawberry with bat wings and built-in stereo. It would have a 180GB hard disk. It would go "Whoo-hoo!" when poked in the navel.
If I were a colour, I would be #22FF22. I'm glad I'm a Gamma.™
I think we could learn a thing or two from hedgehogs and geckos: Two of my favourite animals for very good reason.
If I could change my last name, I would change it to Strangelove.
Anything you want to know about me you can learn from looking at my car. Draw your own conclusions.
I live in a world where love is enough and one doesn't need to suffer to keep it alive, where art reigns supreme and we don't kill entire breeds of dogs just because of some bad examples. In this world people don't exercise apathy or throw each other into traffic just to remember what fear is like in the shadow of mortality, and in this world intolerance is not a word we use in this house, mister.
I am chaotic order.
I am perfect disruption.
I am not the person who ignores a man shooting another man on a crowded street. I am the person who grabs a nearby tire iron and does something to stop the crime rate.
I am not the demagnitized compass that says "It's not my problem; It doesn't affect me".
If I had a kid I'd name him something teachers would have to make an effort to pronounc, and I'd raise him to be an antichrist so he would grow up to be a saint. Anymore, that's the only way excellence is achieved is through the misleadings that open our eyes.
People need to, anyway. In my dreams, murderers aren't spared their punishment by claiming that some god told them to do it.
I'm huge with wayward brats who think you have to look different to make a difference. The sad part is I go places and people know my name and who I used to be, as if it's a mold I am still expected to fill. It stings, and I feel the way the fictitious Tyler Durden must. (Read the book, dipstick.)
I dream in 512 bit cel-shaded art best described as Andy Warhol versus A Guy In A Cow Suit in a heated wrestling match in a kiddie pool full of fresh paint. In a studio filled with brittle ricepaper walls.
I want to do something outrageous before I die.
I have a plethora of different fictional characters living in (and paying rent in) my head, and I'm amazed I'm not a registered schizophrenic for it.
(Story and roleplay characters, dummy, don't give me that kind of look.)
I am a cryptic juggernaut of walking around in a surgeon's mask like everything is completely normal. Because everything is.
I'm pregnant with conspiracy theory and complaints. When the hole in the ozone eats us up like Honey I Blew Up The Pac-Man, then we'll talk.
A crocodile's mouth-opening muscles are weak enough to be surpressed by cupping one's hands around the snout, but its mouth-closing muscles are strong enough to crush the human skull. Consider this deeply.
I think people don't cherish life enough before they marry and reproduce. And THIS, kids, is why we have midlife crises!
I wish the world were as colourful as my hair once was.
I somehow still manage to see this fucked-up trainwreck of a world in a palette the size that Bob Ross's prostate would be today.
(Yeah, I know he's probably spinning like a jet turbine in his coffin right now just for me saying that.)
(Love ya, Bob.)
Sometimes my right and left brains fight each other to the death with Sock 'Em Boppers, and that's when people seem to think I'm on my period.
When I'm actually on my period, I look at everything/everyone as if I were Godzilla-sized, and if you piss me off enough I make the noise to go with it.
(Please don't ask me to demonstrate, it hurts my throat.)
We're all full of childish wishes on stars and pipe dreams that long to be a real boy. Mine are that one day art won't be dismissed as "just a stupid doodle" or "just a silly cartoon", that people will one day appreciate effort and in turn stop rewarding mediocrity, and that this nation will grow the fuck up and stop organizing pity pogroms for themseves.
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Who I'd like to meet: Heroes. Ordinary people. Artists. Musicians. Challengers and adversaries of conventional thought. Someone who will stargaze with me. Someone who can kick my ass at DDR. Someone to go on road trips with. Someone else who understands Last Dinosaur Complex the way I do. Someone I can start a conversation with and not even realize that hours have passed. Someone who will dance competitively with me. Freerunners. Curious people. Someone to sing to my tastelessly loud music with me. People that want to contribute to the stagnant world we call home. Someone intresting. Someone who remembers Shel Silverstein. People who can unwind and regress into childhood for a day of fun, but can close it all with intelligent conversation. A friend to go on midmight adventures with. That person who understands the occasional importance and necessity of silence. Someone with enough guts to give me a run for my money. Daring people. People in search of self-improvement through travel and adventure. The Frankenstein monster. Possibly you.
SPEICIFICS:
[_] Reagan Jones
[x] Frank Spinath
[_] Ronan Harris
[_] Susan Boyle
Are you serious!? Dangggg! I thought Asylum was something of a place to be seen! No thnx. I can do without the drama. I will be taking the train down to Sacramento early am of the 20th and will be staying over somewhere and heading back to the bay on Sunday night. It's not long I know but it's better than nothing and yesss! Let's hang out! It's been way too long my friend, way too long. <3
When are they playing? Do you know what venue? I've never been to DNA and no one up here will go with me =[ No settling for imitation gigs! I will google those shows and see if I'm working- if not I will so go with you! I'm heading down to Sacramento on the 20th so I can go to Asylum with you guys on Sunday. Never been to Asylum either!
I did :D you have to come some day with us because I think you would have loved it :D And I might make it tomorrow depending on what time Jury duty gets out :3
i would go with the black and red if the leg warmers weren't red. i'm really starting to lean towards the black and yellow. the yellow isn't bothering me too much, and i prefer the black as the accent. i personally think it's more pleasing to look at.
i have time to decide, though. it's going to total to be $120, which i really don't have to spend at the moment. depending on my next paycheck, i MAY have enough. but it's too close right now.
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