Hmm, it's a damn tough decision. Executrix is putting on the zombie walk, and my little sister is making me damn proud. On the other hand, Megacon is coming and I may be on the RLSH panel there. Zombies or superheroes" Fuck it, I'll celebrate both! And while I will be attending Megacon, my heart will be there for Executrix and her walk. To commemorate both, I give you three fan-made 're-animated' openings of the Marvel Zombies!
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Far From Home
Krampus is feeling in a bit of an emotional mood today. Perhaps it's residual from St. Valentine's Day, but this song has been stuck in my head for some time now. Once again, I bring you the musical stylings of Five Finger Death Punch with scenes from the show Supernatural. The song is Far From Home.
Another day in this carnival of souls
Another night settles in, as quickly as it goes
The memories are shadows; ink on the page
And I can't seem to find my way home
And it's almost like
Your heaven's trying everything
Your heaven's trying everything
To keep me out
All the places I've been and things I've seen
A million stories that made up a million shattered dreams
The faces of people I'll never see again
And I can't seem to find my way home
Cause it's almost like
Your heaven's trying everything
To break me down
Cause it's almost like
Your heaven's trying everything
To keep me out
Cause it's almost like
Your heaven's trying everything
To break me down
Cause it's almost like
Your heaven's trying everything
Your heaven's trying everything
To break me down
To break me down
To break me down
Your heavens trying everything
Your heavens trying everything
To break me... down
Another day in this carnival of souls
Another night settles in, as quickly as it goes
The memories are shadows; ink on the page
And I can't seem to find my way home
And it's almost like
Your heaven's trying everything
Your heaven's trying everything
To keep me out
All the places I've been and things I've seen
A million stories that made up a million shattered dreams
The faces of people I'll never see again
And I can't seem to find my way home
Cause it's almost like
Your heaven's trying everything
To break me down
Cause it's almost like
Your heaven's trying everything
To keep me out
Cause it's almost like
Your heaven's trying everything
To break me down
Cause it's almost like
Your heaven's trying everything
Your heaven's trying everything
To break me down
To break me down
To break me down
Your heavens trying everything
Your heavens trying everything
To break me... down
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Rest in Peace Captain Phil Harris
My old partner Saint Nicholas was a man who was known as having dominion over many things. They say he was a person who was the patron saint of more causes than any other. To say he was the role model of overachievers was an understatement. But one that made a lasting impression was the patron saint of sailors and ships. 'Twas his wishes that helped guide sailors back from rough seas into safe ports. And it is news of one of his own that I bring to you today. No doubt you'll hear more on The Discovery Channel in coming days with impromptu marathons thrown into their schedules, but this is something that Krampus wished to convey.
The Deadliest Catch is a show featuring men working on one of the last frontiers, the open seas. The Bering Sea, to be precise. One of the roughest, most unrelenting stretches of water. Every year, the sea claims lives every year in pursuit of a modern day gold rush, various species of crab like Alaskan King and Opilio, bringing in hundreds of thousands of dollars to each ship every season to those bold enough to work days and nights on end, battling freezing temperatures and battering elements. The show brought us the lives of old salts, captains and crews risking their lives for a life of adventure. Real men, some would say theirs is a dying breed. Still, they would have it no other way, living life to the fullest and reaping its rewards. These are men who would do the same thing if and when there are no cameras upon them, bringing us a view into their lives, becoming parts of families with every episode. You know men like these, fathers, uncles, cousins, friends, men who give not a fuck about political correctness. Men who carve their own ways in this life. And it is with this that I feel a need to inform those who will feel the passing of one such man.
Captain Phil Harris was a lifelong fisherman, captain of the Cornelia Marie in the fleet of fishermen. A rough and tumble man seen raising his sons Jake and Josh in his life, showing them the tough love only a crab fisherman could give. Not to coddle them, but to train them to go onto any ship in the fleet and do the tasks well, and the family name proud. Phil Harris was pronounced dead earlier this morning. He was 53. He suffered a stroke in January while unloading crabs, but showed signs of improvement as recently as last week.
In an entry posted Feb. 3, Harris's children told Discovery, "Today, dad showed some good signs of improvement, squeezing our hands and even summoning his trademark Captain's bluntness by telling the doctors and nurses, "Don't fuck up." We are encouraged but still very cautious." Below is the message released by the Harris's sons Jake and Josh after their father's death:
"It is with great sadness that we say goodbye to our dad - Captain Phil Harris. Dad has always been a fighter and continued to be until the end. For us and the crew, he was someone who never backed down. We will remember and celebrate that strength. Thanks to everyone for their thoughts and prayers. - Jake and Josh Harris"
Some of the last words he uttered to friends, families and doctors. Don't fuck up. That was a sure sign of the kind of man he was. But he deserves far more than simple blog write-ups and news bytes. During the 2007-2008 season, the crew was bunked down for the night. A rogue wave nearly rolled the boat over, hurling Phil out of his bed and against the corner of a shelf. He had trouble breathing and believed he had cracked ribs. Still, the chain smoking captain pushed on through, wishing that the film crew didn't alert his children that he was now coughing up blood. When they broke down and informed them regardless, the crew insisted that they turn back and get him medical attention, as he would surely do so for any of them. It was discovered that the blood was a clot that moved its way up from his legs to his lungs, an affliction that took a member of his family a short time before.
Fortunately Phil's health improved to rejoin the crew mid-season the next year. We also got a glimpse into his life. He admitted that his preferred way to die would be to be at sea, have a heart attack and simply slip off at the helm of his ship, one with the waters and life he loved. To many people's favor, this was not the case. The event was a wake-up call to other members of the fleet. Phil did all he could to return to the life he loved. In the meantime, he built custom, high quality birdhouses. Did you know that? A crab fisherman making birdhouses! But he could turn time, effort and several dollars into beautiful works of art, ports for birds in their own storms. It reminds me of how Samurai were also proficient in calligraphy, haikus or cultivating Bonsai trees. A gentler, yet beautiful counter to the rougher life he lead.
In the opinion of Krampus, the sea can be a fickle mistress. But to someone who loved her as much as Phil, the wave was a wake-up call to him and all lives he touched. Despite his romantic notion, this was not to be. The sea told all that she was not prepared to claim him, that he had a life, a purpose, a family. He lived, and all were grateful to have him in their lives a bit longer. And when he finally reached a safe port this year, only then did his body alert others something was wrong. The sea can choose to claim souls. But it's another love entirely to let one go to those it should be among. Phil's health began to fail at port, among people who could fight for him, who would give their all just as he would for any of his crew and family. In the end, it was a reminder that one can do everything properly, give everything they have, and still fail at their tasks. Not for lack of the attempt, but because it was simply their time. Krampus respects those who die as they live. Captain Phil Harris of the Cornelia Marie did exactly that. His body waited to let go until the ship came back, its cargo to be unloaded. If that isn't dedication, then Krampus knows few others that embody the definition.
Rest In Peace, Captain Phil, you've earned it. And may whatever God the Harris family calls to comfort them and let them know their father's soul is in a better place. And to those still among the living, raise your glasses this week and give a toast to a great captain and person.
The Deadliest Catch is a show featuring men working on one of the last frontiers, the open seas. The Bering Sea, to be precise. One of the roughest, most unrelenting stretches of water. Every year, the sea claims lives every year in pursuit of a modern day gold rush, various species of crab like Alaskan King and Opilio, bringing in hundreds of thousands of dollars to each ship every season to those bold enough to work days and nights on end, battling freezing temperatures and battering elements. The show brought us the lives of old salts, captains and crews risking their lives for a life of adventure. Real men, some would say theirs is a dying breed. Still, they would have it no other way, living life to the fullest and reaping its rewards. These are men who would do the same thing if and when there are no cameras upon them, bringing us a view into their lives, becoming parts of families with every episode. You know men like these, fathers, uncles, cousins, friends, men who give not a fuck about political correctness. Men who carve their own ways in this life. And it is with this that I feel a need to inform those who will feel the passing of one such man.
Captain Phil Harris was a lifelong fisherman, captain of the Cornelia Marie in the fleet of fishermen. A rough and tumble man seen raising his sons Jake and Josh in his life, showing them the tough love only a crab fisherman could give. Not to coddle them, but to train them to go onto any ship in the fleet and do the tasks well, and the family name proud. Phil Harris was pronounced dead earlier this morning. He was 53. He suffered a stroke in January while unloading crabs, but showed signs of improvement as recently as last week.
In an entry posted Feb. 3, Harris's children told Discovery, "Today, dad showed some good signs of improvement, squeezing our hands and even summoning his trademark Captain's bluntness by telling the doctors and nurses, "Don't fuck up." We are encouraged but still very cautious." Below is the message released by the Harris's sons Jake and Josh after their father's death:
"It is with great sadness that we say goodbye to our dad - Captain Phil Harris. Dad has always been a fighter and continued to be until the end. For us and the crew, he was someone who never backed down. We will remember and celebrate that strength. Thanks to everyone for their thoughts and prayers. - Jake and Josh Harris"
Some of the last words he uttered to friends, families and doctors. Don't fuck up. That was a sure sign of the kind of man he was. But he deserves far more than simple blog write-ups and news bytes. During the 2007-2008 season, the crew was bunked down for the night. A rogue wave nearly rolled the boat over, hurling Phil out of his bed and against the corner of a shelf. He had trouble breathing and believed he had cracked ribs. Still, the chain smoking captain pushed on through, wishing that the film crew didn't alert his children that he was now coughing up blood. When they broke down and informed them regardless, the crew insisted that they turn back and get him medical attention, as he would surely do so for any of them. It was discovered that the blood was a clot that moved its way up from his legs to his lungs, an affliction that took a member of his family a short time before.
Fortunately Phil's health improved to rejoin the crew mid-season the next year. We also got a glimpse into his life. He admitted that his preferred way to die would be to be at sea, have a heart attack and simply slip off at the helm of his ship, one with the waters and life he loved. To many people's favor, this was not the case. The event was a wake-up call to other members of the fleet. Phil did all he could to return to the life he loved. In the meantime, he built custom, high quality birdhouses. Did you know that? A crab fisherman making birdhouses! But he could turn time, effort and several dollars into beautiful works of art, ports for birds in their own storms. It reminds me of how Samurai were also proficient in calligraphy, haikus or cultivating Bonsai trees. A gentler, yet beautiful counter to the rougher life he lead.
In the opinion of Krampus, the sea can be a fickle mistress. But to someone who loved her as much as Phil, the wave was a wake-up call to him and all lives he touched. Despite his romantic notion, this was not to be. The sea told all that she was not prepared to claim him, that he had a life, a purpose, a family. He lived, and all were grateful to have him in their lives a bit longer. And when he finally reached a safe port this year, only then did his body alert others something was wrong. The sea can choose to claim souls. But it's another love entirely to let one go to those it should be among. Phil's health began to fail at port, among people who could fight for him, who would give their all just as he would for any of his crew and family. In the end, it was a reminder that one can do everything properly, give everything they have, and still fail at their tasks. Not for lack of the attempt, but because it was simply their time. Krampus respects those who die as they live. Captain Phil Harris of the Cornelia Marie did exactly that. His body waited to let go until the ship came back, its cargo to be unloaded. If that isn't dedication, then Krampus knows few others that embody the definition.
Rest In Peace, Captain Phil, you've earned it. And may whatever God the Harris family calls to comfort them and let them know their father's soul is in a better place. And to those still among the living, raise your glasses this week and give a toast to a great captain and person.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Love, drama and other bullshit
Oh goody! A Myspace reminder appears to remind one of Valentine's Day arriving the week after the Super Bowl. Another piece of cyber flotsam to file in the 'I don't need this shit' pile. But enough about Cupid's reminder of Krampus' perennial bachelorhood.
Lately the blogospheres I've been observing have been abuzz of late. Old faces returning, accusations, attacks, posers, reality and other strangeness. But despite what side one may be on, no matter what affiliation or perspective, everything seemed to culminate on Creature Feature's last show as this: everyone is tired of the dramatic bullshit. The drama has reached overflow levels and the levy threatens to break. Given that New Orleans won the Super Bowl, it's safe to assume that no one wants levies to break again in any form.
It has even been suggested that perhaps what may be needed is a day of relative peace, perhaps instead posting strange, bizarre and amusing items found online to share with others. I feel no need to advertise this agent's identity, I've already advertised her blog and she knows who she is. But it would appear the idea may have merit. To paraphrase a movie quote, put twenty people of different backgrounds in a room. They may not pick a leader, but they'll all find someone to hate. Well congratulations! Everyone hates the drama and bovine feces that follows it! If everyone agrees, then the rest should be simple: do something about it. Pick a day and call a day to make the bullshit absent, and enjoy. It doesn't take a super genius or even someone playing one on the interwebs to figure it out.
But if people are having a hard time deciding on when to do so, perhaps St. Valentine's Day or a day after could be used? That way people could try and share love, or forget about the lack thereof and make the most of it. Or if there are those of you with plans to spend time with others on the Saint's day, then perhaps the day after would be fun. A chance to blow off steam and find something strange to enjoy. If you all wish it, then make it happen. Simple as that.
Lately the blogospheres I've been observing have been abuzz of late. Old faces returning, accusations, attacks, posers, reality and other strangeness. But despite what side one may be on, no matter what affiliation or perspective, everything seemed to culminate on Creature Feature's last show as this: everyone is tired of the dramatic bullshit. The drama has reached overflow levels and the levy threatens to break. Given that New Orleans won the Super Bowl, it's safe to assume that no one wants levies to break again in any form.
It has even been suggested that perhaps what may be needed is a day of relative peace, perhaps instead posting strange, bizarre and amusing items found online to share with others. I feel no need to advertise this agent's identity, I've already advertised her blog and she knows who she is. But it would appear the idea may have merit. To paraphrase a movie quote, put twenty people of different backgrounds in a room. They may not pick a leader, but they'll all find someone to hate. Well congratulations! Everyone hates the drama and bovine feces that follows it! If everyone agrees, then the rest should be simple: do something about it. Pick a day and call a day to make the bullshit absent, and enjoy. It doesn't take a super genius or even someone playing one on the interwebs to figure it out.
But if people are having a hard time deciding on when to do so, perhaps St. Valentine's Day or a day after could be used? That way people could try and share love, or forget about the lack thereof and make the most of it. Or if there are those of you with plans to spend time with others on the Saint's day, then perhaps the day after would be fun. A chance to blow off steam and find something strange to enjoy. If you all wish it, then make it happen. Simple as that.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Ostriches, dicks, Martin Sheen and MPD Nazis
Remember the movie The Dead Zone with Christopher Walken and Martin Sheen? Walken played a man who was in an accident, a coma for several years and when he awakens, he discovers the power to see the past and future of others by touching them. One such person he touches is played by Sheen, a politician running for President that if he wins, would bring about World War Three. Walken's character takes it upon himself to snipe the man at a rally, where the man holds up a child to shield himself from the bullets in front of everyone! When Walken's character lays dying and touches him again, he sees the man in disgrace, in a hotel surrounded by magazines with the baby pic, and him blowing his own brains out. I find it funny how someone can hide behind the innocent while their hearts are darkened.
And this brings me to The Potentate of ROACH. Originally, I was going to post about how since my attempts to remove people that want nothing more to do with his group from his member profiles page, he has since admitted he would do nothing because he likes the pictures, has set comments to blogs banning anonymous posters and prohibiting all but team members of ROACH to post. This strikes me as sticking his head in the sand like an ostrich. Also the excuse for not doing so because he has a life away from the internet seems hollow. He refuses to release members simply to harass them, which meant that he wasn't a real supervillain, he was being a dick. And not even a super-dick, just a regular, flaccid one! Ron Jeremy's genitalia is what he would aspire to be! And the excuse of hiding behind spending time with his child when he could show that he has some sense of honor? It reminds me of Martin Sheen from The Dead Zone.
That was my original intent, but something else has come to light. You're all going to love this. Recently The Potentate commented how someone calling himself King Nazi had some juicy information to reveal about Master Legend. Strangely enough, that name sounded familiar. I saw it somewhere before. And that's when it hit me! A recent caller into Creature Feature named Poop Knife! Mr. Knife's e-mail link is king0nazi@gmail.com and guess who else it belongs to? A profile on Myspace called Free Information, who has befriended several people, including myself, DC's Guardian, Master Legend and the Real Life Superheroes page. This is the profile:
http://www.myspace.com/313265359
I have to admit, it was slightly clever posting the favorite music and book on both the Poop Stick and Free Information profiles. Oh, the pic with the kid calling him White Power? I guess that blows saying anything racist, as you claimed on your blog.
I also discovered through contacts that people who had said some less than flattering things on another ROACH member's blog who then had their locations and IP addresses posted? Both had their computers attacked with trojan horse viruses this past weekend. This has gone beyond simply mud slinging under the name of satire to espionage and cyber-terrorism. Exactly why Krampus has kept a watchful eye on ROACH, looking in the most ridiculous of places for signs of real threats. To those of you who want to disassociate yourselves from ROACH, you have my apologies for not being able to aid you in your endeavors at this time. But it does reveal more of the nature of the people that take role playing as villains too far. Those that hide beyond facades and vilify others sometimes run the risk of becoming the very things they strive, or claim to fight. The proper authorities WILL be alerted.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Regards to ROACH
Lately some may have noticed my gentle reminders to a certain someone to fulfill his obligations and remove former members from his group's profile page. These requests were initiated months ago, but instead of responding and acting on the requests, a wallpaper was made as a sign to acquiesce. Recently a member has noticed my knockings. And by knockings, I mean checking the member profile page, then posting a reply on every blog once a day for the past few days. While this now makes me the highest contributing member of all the blogs there, apparently the wrong person seems to have received my message.
Please feel free to check out Agent Beryllium's blog, and by the way, you're welcome for the free advertisement. Apparently I've become the topic of discussion, and if you click on the screen shot, you may notice an exchange between Agent and someone named Paul. Does this constitute a threat against me?
And for your reading pleasure in case of editing, here is a copy of my reply to the invasive isotoped one.
I agree with Z, I too look for damaging potential. Agent Beryllium, I apologize for your flooded inbox. But I apologize only to you. And only today for this time. I am aware that The Potentate has a little one to take care of. But if he has time to create a wallpaper, surely he has the time to erase a few lines of code and fulfill his obligations.
There are those who joined ROACH believing it was simply all in fun. Over the last few months, they have seen things in a different light and want nothing more to do with the organization. So they ask to be removed months ago with their requests falling on deaf ears. It once again proves my point that The Potentate doesn't care about ROACH's members, current or former. What message is he telling the world, once you join you can never leave? Sounds like a gang one gets jumped into.
Every day I check the member profiles of ROACH. I know of at least two people that have resigned from the organization but no outward signs have been made of such. That's The Potentate's responsibility. Anything else is constituting fraud. I am not stalking, I'm attempting to remind him of something he has neglected for months.
And Krampus is not fence-sitting, Krampus does more than what is limited to the definition you've chosen for yourself. And to be honest? I've never commented on any blogspot page under Anonymous, nor intend to do so. If my messages are annoying ROACH members, perhaps you should ask the man who they're aimed at to do something about it, and I don't mean possibly hiring channers to hack sites and accounts in the future. Tell me, what does Paul mean when he says he'll 'take care of it' in regards to me? Is that a threat you're corresponding about or will someone finally remove the former members' profiles?
Please feel free to check out Agent Beryllium's blog, and by the way, you're welcome for the free advertisement. Apparently I've become the topic of discussion, and if you click on the screen shot, you may notice an exchange between Agent and someone named Paul. Does this constitute a threat against me?
And for your reading pleasure in case of editing, here is a copy of my reply to the invasive isotoped one.
I agree with Z, I too look for damaging potential. Agent Beryllium, I apologize for your flooded inbox. But I apologize only to you. And only today for this time. I am aware that The Potentate has a little one to take care of. But if he has time to create a wallpaper, surely he has the time to erase a few lines of code and fulfill his obligations.
There are those who joined ROACH believing it was simply all in fun. Over the last few months, they have seen things in a different light and want nothing more to do with the organization. So they ask to be removed months ago with their requests falling on deaf ears. It once again proves my point that The Potentate doesn't care about ROACH's members, current or former. What message is he telling the world, once you join you can never leave? Sounds like a gang one gets jumped into.
Every day I check the member profiles of ROACH. I know of at least two people that have resigned from the organization but no outward signs have been made of such. That's The Potentate's responsibility. Anything else is constituting fraud. I am not stalking, I'm attempting to remind him of something he has neglected for months.
And Krampus is not fence-sitting, Krampus does more than what is limited to the definition you've chosen for yourself. And to be honest? I've never commented on any blogspot page under Anonymous, nor intend to do so. If my messages are annoying ROACH members, perhaps you should ask the man who they're aimed at to do something about it, and I don't mean possibly hiring channers to hack sites and accounts in the future. Tell me, what does Paul mean when he says he'll 'take care of it' in regards to me? Is that a threat you're corresponding about or will someone finally remove the former members' profiles?
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