Here I am, the weekend before Halloween, the time of longer nights, anticipation for candy coated sugar rushes, retrieving the hour of sleep lost at the beginning of Daylight Savings time. Nothing much on the telly except for the occasional bad movie. So I thought, what the hell? I'll check out Meow and Friends for a moment. Then I noticed that the telephone call-in number is absent from the site. Curious. Then, I noticed that there hasn't been any new episodes for several weeks.
Now, I have no idea as to the exact nature of what's going on behind the scenes as to what the reason for the show's hiatus. But it does have me wondering. First Malvado's show, who was attempting to change formats as well as focus, now this. I'm not trying to grind salt into any wounds, but does this mean that, if by someone hypothetically keeping track of a 'contest' between the shows, that Creature Feature has won out of attrition?
If anyone knows if either of the aforementioned shows will be returning in the near future, or if other members of the RLSH/RLSV communities plan on having their own shows, please feel free to alert Krampus and the followers of this blog.
In the interim, The Walking Dead premiers next week. Huzzah for zombies!
Monday, October 25, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
Love for Executrix
It is with great sadness that I report that Executrix, my friend and little sister has suffered a loss. Her grandfather passed away tonight after a long battle with ailing health. I am sorry beyond words. For the readers of this blog, despite what side you may be on in this community, show this woman and her family respect and condolences for this loss. It is times like this that I wish I could take away the pain of loss, but this is beyond the power of Krampus.
I will always be there for you. And there's no more pain. Remember that.
I will always be there for you. And there's no more pain. Remember that.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Now THIS is a catchy little diddy!
Here I was, preparing for tonight's show, and I came across this little gem by an artist named Cee Lo Green. Ladies and gentlemen, this song has its lyrics in the video, and I can virtually guarantee that some of you will be nodding your head to this catchy, doo-wop song all about venting. I now present to you...Fuck You.
I see you driving 'round town
With the girl i love and i'm like,
Fuck you!
Oo, oo, ooo
I guess the change in my pocket
Wasn't enough i'm like,
Fuck you!
And fuck her too!
I said, if i was richer, i'd still be with ya
Ha, now ain't that some shit? (ain't that some shit?)
And although there's pain in my chest
I still wish you the best with a...
Fuck you!
Oo, oo, ooo
Yeah i'm sorry, i can't afford a ferrari,
But that don't mean i can't get you there.
I guess he's an xbox and i'm more atari,
But the way you play your game ain't fair.
I pity the fool that falls in love with you
(oh shit she's a gold digger)
Well
(just thought you should know nigga)
Ooooooh
I've got some news for you
Yeah go run and tell your little boyfriend
(chorus)
Now i know, that i had to borrow,
Beg and steal and lie and cheat.
Trying to keep ya, trying to please ya.
'Cause being in love with you ass ain't cheap.
I pity the fool that falls in love with you
(oh shit she's a gold digger)
Well
(just thought you should know nigga)
Ooooooh
I've got some news for you
Yeah go run and tell your little boyfriend
(chorus)
Now baby, baby, baby, why d'you wanna wanna hurt me so bad?
(so bad, so bad, so bad)
I tried to tell my mamma but she told me
"this is one for your dad"
(your dad, your dad, your dad)
Uh! Whhhy? Uh! Whhhy? Uh!
Whhhy lady? Oh! I love you oh!
I still love you. Oooh!
(chorus)
I see you driving 'round town
With the girl i love and i'm like,
Fuck you!
Oo, oo, ooo
I guess the change in my pocket
Wasn't enough i'm like,
Fuck you!
And fuck her too!
I said, if i was richer, i'd still be with ya
Ha, now ain't that some shit? (ain't that some shit?)
And although there's pain in my chest
I still wish you the best with a...
Fuck you!
Oo, oo, ooo
Yeah i'm sorry, i can't afford a ferrari,
But that don't mean i can't get you there.
I guess he's an xbox and i'm more atari,
But the way you play your game ain't fair.
I pity the fool that falls in love with you
(oh shit she's a gold digger)
Well
(just thought you should know nigga)
Ooooooh
I've got some news for you
Yeah go run and tell your little boyfriend
(chorus)
Now i know, that i had to borrow,
Beg and steal and lie and cheat.
Trying to keep ya, trying to please ya.
'Cause being in love with you ass ain't cheap.
I pity the fool that falls in love with you
(oh shit she's a gold digger)
Well
(just thought you should know nigga)
Ooooooh
I've got some news for you
Yeah go run and tell your little boyfriend
(chorus)
Now baby, baby, baby, why d'you wanna wanna hurt me so bad?
(so bad, so bad, so bad)
I tried to tell my mamma but she told me
"this is one for your dad"
(your dad, your dad, your dad)
Uh! Whhhy? Uh! Whhhy? Uh!
Whhhy lady? Oh! I love you oh!
I still love you. Oooh!
(chorus)
Friday, August 13, 2010
WTF was I talking about!?
Oh good fucking grief...
Ladies and gentlemen, have you ever imbibed or ingested something while in a party or holiday setting, acting or reacting a certain way that made perfectly good sense at the time, only to finally awaken from the stupor, looking back in embarrassment and shaking your head?
'Twould appear that the man behind the Krampus enjoyed the holiday with unexpected results. A pleasant trip to Hell was enjoyed. And by Hell, I mean the city in Jamaica. Wonderful Jerk Chicken and rum there. And while temptation or availability to substances deemed illicit in the states could be had there, Krampus did not imbibe them. Nay, what happened instead was completely over the counter, with reactions in Krampus' system that were unexpected. I'll not tell you the exact recipe so as not to have naysayers insisting that I encouraged such things, but pain medication for swollen hooves and hangovers coupled with sleep medications apparently effect Krampus in bizarre ways. None the least of which for the side-effects were anxiousness, aggression and dizzyness. And here I thought the woman sticking her tongue in my ear at the pool had instigated an ear infection.
One of the worst reactions was an amplification of any and all things that would be minor annoyances at best, easily shaken off and ignored. However, the combination within my bloodstream pumped by my dark heart had apparently turned my temper into a giant tongue, and every perceived slight into hot sauce with at least 400,000 Scoville Units. Under usual conditions, Krampus could easily shrug off such slights with a joke or curse, then go about his merry day. But for a reason not perceived nor deduced immediately, Krampus didn't pick up right away what could have been causing this sensitivity. Needless to say, the smallest of negative impulses hurled in my direction or contact from those that I've been less than pleasant with in the past were suddenly amplified, not passing away, but lingering. This started to put ol' Krampus into a foul mind-set that was NOT pleasant. In fact, it was rekindling some darker, far more aggressive thoughts and feelings to counteract the perceived threats.
'Twas bad enough someone decided to take advantage of the generosity of Krampus during the holiday, oh no. Every little slight, every unkind word, gesture, action and ache seemed to snowball into each other. My return home was not as pleasant as one would have wished or expected, what with being alerted to the bastard Krampus Fabio who's been silently stalking me online, the reaching out from one whom was considered a rival at one time as a perceived trick or threat, and finally the straw which made me wish to snap someone's appendages was the continued and accelerated stalking of my definitions on Urban Dictionary. For months since my first offering to its linguistic collection, someone, more than one in order to achieve such numbers apparently, has been repeatedly giving my definitions Thumbs Down simply due to my being its author. It's anonymous, although given the most vocal opponent I've had to my inclusions of words, I had a good idea as to who was doing it. Normally, this is a pittance. Gnats trying to do something, anything to attempt to annoy me. Silly, stupid and pointless, I know. But the problem became that with the lingering negativity, the feeling of constant feeling of someone, anyone trying to rouse my temper and the cacophony of stimulation, my mind wandered into darker, dangerous territory.
Thanks to the aid of good friends contacting me directly. I was able to have my cognitive processes reminded of who I am. Thank you for that by the way. As I returned, I had stopped taking part of the concoction that had put me on edge, so I started to slowly come out of the stupor. But for a short time this week, I was so enraged, it seemed like a perfectly good and testicularly driven idea to declare to the RLSH and RLSV communities that until someone takes their actions to the next level and does something boisterous to garner attention, good or bad, then the attention the communities deserve would never be garnered by the rest of the world. So fuck it, perhaps Krampus would be that sacrificial lamb. Krampus IS part goat after all. So it seemed like an interesting idea at the time to resign from Creature Feature, withdraw from the communities publicly, then go on a road trip performing something foolish, dangerous, possibly illegal, then to throw accelerant on my flickering candle, kill myself.
Oh, I feel embarrassed. And on the plus side, I'm feeling much better now.
So what did we learn from this, folks? Even if they're legal and readily available, be mindful of your reactions with more than one medication you may ingest. To those I may have disturbed with my unusually cryptic and paranoid posts, you have my apologies. I hate cryptic messages myself, and normally am much more direct. But honestly, I didn't know how I was going to react until the show aired. Who knows what bridges may have been burned, what hell and havoc I'd have unleashed just because of a heightened aggression due to legal cocktails in my system. I've stopped taking these meds and will be more mindful in the future.
And as for Lord Malignance, ROACH and whoever else wishes to chime in on a negative tone, keep this in mind: despite all the shit, the attention grabbing, the attempt to be truly ridiculous assholes trying to find a weak spot in my think skin, it took me fucking up myself to consider anything spoken or uttered with fingers and thumbs by you to even come close to annoying me. I had to help you all just to give your pathetic attempts to rile me a chance. And now that my blood is no longer mixing suicidally rage charged martinis, back to business as usual. Here I was, just waiting for you to say something to set me off! One word, one gesture, something to trigger a volatile and final reaction out of the loudest thorn in your sides. One that would probably end me once and for all, the chance to have so-called super villains a way to earn a body count in the real world. Ah well. Eat a hair covered dick losers.
And for those that don't believe my tale, it is the truth. I'm attempting to explain my unusual actions as of late and attempt to make amends with those my actions may have harmed, and move on. But if you persist, if you insist on focusing on a negative outburst as the total sum of my opinion of me, then it is unfortunate. Should you persist, then go fuck yourselves, I neither require nor desire your presence in my existence.
Now what do I take for headaches?
Ladies and gentlemen, have you ever imbibed or ingested something while in a party or holiday setting, acting or reacting a certain way that made perfectly good sense at the time, only to finally awaken from the stupor, looking back in embarrassment and shaking your head?
'Twould appear that the man behind the Krampus enjoyed the holiday with unexpected results. A pleasant trip to Hell was enjoyed. And by Hell, I mean the city in Jamaica. Wonderful Jerk Chicken and rum there. And while temptation or availability to substances deemed illicit in the states could be had there, Krampus did not imbibe them. Nay, what happened instead was completely over the counter, with reactions in Krampus' system that were unexpected. I'll not tell you the exact recipe so as not to have naysayers insisting that I encouraged such things, but pain medication for swollen hooves and hangovers coupled with sleep medications apparently effect Krampus in bizarre ways. None the least of which for the side-effects were anxiousness, aggression and dizzyness. And here I thought the woman sticking her tongue in my ear at the pool had instigated an ear infection.
One of the worst reactions was an amplification of any and all things that would be minor annoyances at best, easily shaken off and ignored. However, the combination within my bloodstream pumped by my dark heart had apparently turned my temper into a giant tongue, and every perceived slight into hot sauce with at least 400,000 Scoville Units. Under usual conditions, Krampus could easily shrug off such slights with a joke or curse, then go about his merry day. But for a reason not perceived nor deduced immediately, Krampus didn't pick up right away what could have been causing this sensitivity. Needless to say, the smallest of negative impulses hurled in my direction or contact from those that I've been less than pleasant with in the past were suddenly amplified, not passing away, but lingering. This started to put ol' Krampus into a foul mind-set that was NOT pleasant. In fact, it was rekindling some darker, far more aggressive thoughts and feelings to counteract the perceived threats.
'Twas bad enough someone decided to take advantage of the generosity of Krampus during the holiday, oh no. Every little slight, every unkind word, gesture, action and ache seemed to snowball into each other. My return home was not as pleasant as one would have wished or expected, what with being alerted to the bastard Krampus Fabio who's been silently stalking me online, the reaching out from one whom was considered a rival at one time as a perceived trick or threat, and finally the straw which made me wish to snap someone's appendages was the continued and accelerated stalking of my definitions on Urban Dictionary. For months since my first offering to its linguistic collection, someone, more than one in order to achieve such numbers apparently, has been repeatedly giving my definitions Thumbs Down simply due to my being its author. It's anonymous, although given the most vocal opponent I've had to my inclusions of words, I had a good idea as to who was doing it. Normally, this is a pittance. Gnats trying to do something, anything to attempt to annoy me. Silly, stupid and pointless, I know. But the problem became that with the lingering negativity, the feeling of constant feeling of someone, anyone trying to rouse my temper and the cacophony of stimulation, my mind wandered into darker, dangerous territory.
Thanks to the aid of good friends contacting me directly. I was able to have my cognitive processes reminded of who I am. Thank you for that by the way. As I returned, I had stopped taking part of the concoction that had put me on edge, so I started to slowly come out of the stupor. But for a short time this week, I was so enraged, it seemed like a perfectly good and testicularly driven idea to declare to the RLSH and RLSV communities that until someone takes their actions to the next level and does something boisterous to garner attention, good or bad, then the attention the communities deserve would never be garnered by the rest of the world. So fuck it, perhaps Krampus would be that sacrificial lamb. Krampus IS part goat after all. So it seemed like an interesting idea at the time to resign from Creature Feature, withdraw from the communities publicly, then go on a road trip performing something foolish, dangerous, possibly illegal, then to throw accelerant on my flickering candle, kill myself.
Oh, I feel embarrassed. And on the plus side, I'm feeling much better now.
So what did we learn from this, folks? Even if they're legal and readily available, be mindful of your reactions with more than one medication you may ingest. To those I may have disturbed with my unusually cryptic and paranoid posts, you have my apologies. I hate cryptic messages myself, and normally am much more direct. But honestly, I didn't know how I was going to react until the show aired. Who knows what bridges may have been burned, what hell and havoc I'd have unleashed just because of a heightened aggression due to legal cocktails in my system. I've stopped taking these meds and will be more mindful in the future.
And as for Lord Malignance, ROACH and whoever else wishes to chime in on a negative tone, keep this in mind: despite all the shit, the attention grabbing, the attempt to be truly ridiculous assholes trying to find a weak spot in my think skin, it took me fucking up myself to consider anything spoken or uttered with fingers and thumbs by you to even come close to annoying me. I had to help you all just to give your pathetic attempts to rile me a chance. And now that my blood is no longer mixing suicidally rage charged martinis, back to business as usual. Here I was, just waiting for you to say something to set me off! One word, one gesture, something to trigger a volatile and final reaction out of the loudest thorn in your sides. One that would probably end me once and for all, the chance to have so-called super villains a way to earn a body count in the real world. Ah well. Eat a hair covered dick losers.
And for those that don't believe my tale, it is the truth. I'm attempting to explain my unusual actions as of late and attempt to make amends with those my actions may have harmed, and move on. But if you persist, if you insist on focusing on a negative outburst as the total sum of my opinion of me, then it is unfortunate. Should you persist, then go fuck yourselves, I neither require nor desire your presence in my existence.
Now what do I take for headaches?
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Something's about to end.
Krampus goes on holiday, and returns to something that has aggravated him. Any relaxation, any peace hoped to be found has been disturbed. So much so that Krampus is considering something that will change how everyone he knows will view him. Is this the final week of Krampus hosting Creature Feature? Tune in to find out.
And if you hold any concerns for yourselves or the well beings of anyone you know that may be on the Naughty list, start filing restraining orders now.
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And if you hold any concerns for yourselves or the well beings of anyone you know that may be on the Naughty list, start filing restraining orders now.
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Friday, July 30, 2010
How many people wanna kick some ass?
I do! I do!
Greetings and salutations all, apologies for not blogging more about my one year anniversary in the community, about the idiot who stabbed someone in the eye socket with a pen at San Diego Comic Con over seating and how fortunate it was that the assailant wasn't wearing a ROACH shirt at the time, how completely inept some adversarial bloggers tend to react to one's posts while I'm bringing up something spoken of in last week's Creature Feature episode, so someone missed a golden opportunity to verbally joust with their better in me. But enough about that, time for a musical interlude with a message!
If you found yourselves reminiscing about a song from the Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back soundtrack, then you picked up the musical cue. While preparing for my little holiday, I had an urge to play this song by the group Stroke 9. But what's this? It turns out that there are now TWO versions of the same song. The classic from the soundtrack, and another recorded live shortly after 9/11.
Wonderful. Another attempt at breathing new life into a popular song by changing the lyrics to something socially important and placing an exclamation point on a tragedy. Krampus didn't approve when Elton John did it for Princes Diana, so how would Krampus react to this?
Strangely enough, it was appropriately poignant.
yes, that's right ladies and gentlemen. As much as Krampus loathes such remixes, both versions actually seem to genuinely fit the frustrations I felt, knowing that I had foreseen the possibility for violence at such conventions, and had warned about the dangers. And in the pursuit for a musical outlet to voice the frustrations and outrage, both versions actually have strong messages, even spoken of in the second version. The point? It's all right and perfectly natural to feel like going on a violent spree. But wanton violence isn't the answer. It's important to find your expression, but not to cause needless harm in response, forging an endless cycle. And this is something preached about in the pursuit of educating people about Krampus Nights. It's good to vent and focus those energies into something positive without stabbing someone in the eye out of retaliation. Or worse, other weapons being pulled out of anger. Pens should not need to be confiscated from a convention where avid fans seek autographs from celebrities. It stands to reason that very few could foresee something like this occurring. But Krampus is among the few. And in the end, being right warms my black heart. As my diminutive ally Mister Jingles likes to state, ROACH can suck it. And I'm sure the problems with accessing their site this week can only accentuate my sentiment. But enough about insects underfoot, let's dance!
First is the original version of the song, along with lyrics.
How many people wanna kick some ass?
I used to be a nerd
Grew up in the suburbs
Nothing there ever went wrong
I made it up in this song
I talk about the hood
I say stuff like it's all good
Tell people I'm down with all the cool kids downtown
When I've never even been there
How many people wanna kick some ass?
I do I do
And how many people sick of holding it back?
I am
Well I am too
So don't lay another finger on her
She's mine and I still want her
If you put your hands upon her
You're a goner goner
And how many people sick of holding it back?
I am I am
And how many people wanna kick some ass?
I would if I could
But I'm really just a sensitive artist
Perpetrating like I am the hardest
So spin your cap around to the back
You think you rhyme but you can't rap
Loosen that strap a little more
Till your axe hits the floor
Flip off your fans
Make em cheer
Try to look sincere
Anger today's fashion
So sing another song about bashing someone's head in
How many people wanna kick some ass?
I do I do
And how many people sick of holding it back?
I am
Well I am too
So don't lay another finger on her
She's mine and I still want her
If you put your hands upon her
You're a goner goner
And how many people sick of holding it back?
I am I am
And how many people wanna kick some ass?
I would if I could
But I'm really just a sensitive artist
Perpetrating like I am the hardest
Acting like I'm not the smartest
I'm really just a sensitive artist
Awwwww Yeahhhh
So don't lay another finger on her
She's mine and I still want her
If you put your hands upon her
You're a goner goner
And how many people sick of holding it back?
I am I am
And how many people wanna kick some ass?
I said how many people wanna kick some ass?
How many people wanna kick some ass?
Whatcha gonna do when your sick of holding it back?
I think I kick some ass
How many people wanna kick some ass?
I would if I could
But I'm really just a sensitive artist
Perpetrating like I am the hardest
Acting like I'm not the smartest
I'm really just a sensitive artist
Honest
And for your listening pleasure, here is the 9/11 version. Apologies for no motion in the video, but the song speaks for itself.
How many people wanna kick some ass?
I used to feel secure - at home in the suburbs
Nothing here ever went wrong - but now that time is gone
We talk about world peace - the wars on, TV
It's never been something I've had to fear, cause it's never even been here.
How many people wanna kick some ass? (I do, I do)
And how many people are sick of holding it back? (I am) Well I am, too
So don't lay another finger on her
She's mine and I still want her
If you put your hands upon her
You're a goner - goner
And how many people sick of holding it back? (I am I am)
And how many people wanna kick some ass? I know I do, but I know
Violence is no answer to violence, but it's hard to sit here watching in silence
I hate to hate - don't fight; it's hard to know - what's right.
Think you can tear us apart or try to break our heart
Well think again - you're wrong; we've been this way - too long
Instead of breaking us down - it's brought us all together now.
How many people wanna kick some ass? (I do, I do)
And how many people sick of holding it back? (I am) Well I am, too
So don't lay another finger on her
She's mine and I still want her
If you put your hands upon her
You're a goner - goner
And how many people sick of holding it back? (I am I am)
How many people wanna kick some ass? I know I do but I know
Violence is no answer to violence; it's hard to sit here watching in Silence
Violence is no answer to violence; it's hard to sit here watching in silence
So don't lay another finger on her
She's mine and I still want her
If you put your hands upon her
You're a goner - goner
And how many people sick of holding it back? (I am I am)
And how many people wanna kick some ass?
I said how many people wanna kick some ass? (I do, I do)
How many people wanna kick some ass? (I do, I do)
Whatcha gonna do when your sick of holding is back? (Scream)
(I think I'll kick some ass)
How many people wanna kick some ass? I know I do,
Violence is no answer to violence but it's hard to sit here watching in Silence
Violence is no answer to violence but it's hard to sit here watching in Silence
Greetings and salutations all, apologies for not blogging more about my one year anniversary in the community, about the idiot who stabbed someone in the eye socket with a pen at San Diego Comic Con over seating and how fortunate it was that the assailant wasn't wearing a ROACH shirt at the time, how completely inept some adversarial bloggers tend to react to one's posts while I'm bringing up something spoken of in last week's Creature Feature episode, so someone missed a golden opportunity to verbally joust with their better in me. But enough about that, time for a musical interlude with a message!
If you found yourselves reminiscing about a song from the Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back soundtrack, then you picked up the musical cue. While preparing for my little holiday, I had an urge to play this song by the group Stroke 9. But what's this? It turns out that there are now TWO versions of the same song. The classic from the soundtrack, and another recorded live shortly after 9/11.
Wonderful. Another attempt at breathing new life into a popular song by changing the lyrics to something socially important and placing an exclamation point on a tragedy. Krampus didn't approve when Elton John did it for Princes Diana, so how would Krampus react to this?
Strangely enough, it was appropriately poignant.
yes, that's right ladies and gentlemen. As much as Krampus loathes such remixes, both versions actually seem to genuinely fit the frustrations I felt, knowing that I had foreseen the possibility for violence at such conventions, and had warned about the dangers. And in the pursuit for a musical outlet to voice the frustrations and outrage, both versions actually have strong messages, even spoken of in the second version. The point? It's all right and perfectly natural to feel like going on a violent spree. But wanton violence isn't the answer. It's important to find your expression, but not to cause needless harm in response, forging an endless cycle. And this is something preached about in the pursuit of educating people about Krampus Nights. It's good to vent and focus those energies into something positive without stabbing someone in the eye out of retaliation. Or worse, other weapons being pulled out of anger. Pens should not need to be confiscated from a convention where avid fans seek autographs from celebrities. It stands to reason that very few could foresee something like this occurring. But Krampus is among the few. And in the end, being right warms my black heart. As my diminutive ally Mister Jingles likes to state, ROACH can suck it. And I'm sure the problems with accessing their site this week can only accentuate my sentiment. But enough about insects underfoot, let's dance!
First is the original version of the song, along with lyrics.
How many people wanna kick some ass?
I used to be a nerd
Grew up in the suburbs
Nothing there ever went wrong
I made it up in this song
I talk about the hood
I say stuff like it's all good
Tell people I'm down with all the cool kids downtown
When I've never even been there
How many people wanna kick some ass?
I do I do
And how many people sick of holding it back?
I am
Well I am too
So don't lay another finger on her
She's mine and I still want her
If you put your hands upon her
You're a goner goner
And how many people sick of holding it back?
I am I am
And how many people wanna kick some ass?
I would if I could
But I'm really just a sensitive artist
Perpetrating like I am the hardest
So spin your cap around to the back
You think you rhyme but you can't rap
Loosen that strap a little more
Till your axe hits the floor
Flip off your fans
Make em cheer
Try to look sincere
Anger today's fashion
So sing another song about bashing someone's head in
How many people wanna kick some ass?
I do I do
And how many people sick of holding it back?
I am
Well I am too
So don't lay another finger on her
She's mine and I still want her
If you put your hands upon her
You're a goner goner
And how many people sick of holding it back?
I am I am
And how many people wanna kick some ass?
I would if I could
But I'm really just a sensitive artist
Perpetrating like I am the hardest
Acting like I'm not the smartest
I'm really just a sensitive artist
Awwwww Yeahhhh
So don't lay another finger on her
She's mine and I still want her
If you put your hands upon her
You're a goner goner
And how many people sick of holding it back?
I am I am
And how many people wanna kick some ass?
I said how many people wanna kick some ass?
How many people wanna kick some ass?
Whatcha gonna do when your sick of holding it back?
I think I kick some ass
How many people wanna kick some ass?
I would if I could
But I'm really just a sensitive artist
Perpetrating like I am the hardest
Acting like I'm not the smartest
I'm really just a sensitive artist
Honest
And for your listening pleasure, here is the 9/11 version. Apologies for no motion in the video, but the song speaks for itself.
How many people wanna kick some ass?
I used to feel secure - at home in the suburbs
Nothing here ever went wrong - but now that time is gone
We talk about world peace - the wars on, TV
It's never been something I've had to fear, cause it's never even been here.
How many people wanna kick some ass? (I do, I do)
And how many people are sick of holding it back? (I am) Well I am, too
So don't lay another finger on her
She's mine and I still want her
If you put your hands upon her
You're a goner - goner
And how many people sick of holding it back? (I am I am)
And how many people wanna kick some ass? I know I do, but I know
Violence is no answer to violence, but it's hard to sit here watching in silence
I hate to hate - don't fight; it's hard to know - what's right.
Think you can tear us apart or try to break our heart
Well think again - you're wrong; we've been this way - too long
Instead of breaking us down - it's brought us all together now.
How many people wanna kick some ass? (I do, I do)
And how many people sick of holding it back? (I am) Well I am, too
So don't lay another finger on her
She's mine and I still want her
If you put your hands upon her
You're a goner - goner
And how many people sick of holding it back? (I am I am)
How many people wanna kick some ass? I know I do but I know
Violence is no answer to violence; it's hard to sit here watching in Silence
Violence is no answer to violence; it's hard to sit here watching in silence
So don't lay another finger on her
She's mine and I still want her
If you put your hands upon her
You're a goner - goner
And how many people sick of holding it back? (I am I am)
And how many people wanna kick some ass?
I said how many people wanna kick some ass? (I do, I do)
How many people wanna kick some ass? (I do, I do)
Whatcha gonna do when your sick of holding is back? (Scream)
(I think I'll kick some ass)
How many people wanna kick some ass? I know I do,
Violence is no answer to violence but it's hard to sit here watching in Silence
Violence is no answer to violence but it's hard to sit here watching in Silence
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Laser pointer or weapon?
I've posted about this on another forum, but I thought it would be good to share it with the readers here.
http://www.wickedlasers.com/lasers/Spyder_III_Pro_Arctic_Series-96-37.html
A friend told me about this item, let's be honest. It's incredibly interesting to wield a device that looks like a lightsaber and comes with a warning label.
Wicked Lasers radically redefines the way we see lasers yet again. For the first time in history, direct blue laser diodes have now become available in the consumer market. The laser powered home theater projector is the first of a large family of audio and video media technology to feature direct blue diodes. Wicked Lasers took the direct blue laser diode components and made the world's first 445nm direct blue diode laser, the Arctic.
The Arctic emits a 445nm cool blue, ultra high power 1W beam which appears up to 4000% brighter than the Sonar's 405nm violet beam. This direct blue laser diode is the result of the evolution of laser technology. Less than one year ago, this laser would have cost thousands of dollars to build. Don't let the Arctic name fool you, this laser possesses the most burning capabilities of any portable laser in existence. That's why it's also the most dangerous laser ever created. In recognizing and mastering the power of direct blue diodes, the Wicked Lasers' Arctic shall become the standard by which all other blue lasers are judged.
As an additional safety precaution, each Arctic comes with a removable training lenses and standard lenses. The removable training lenses allows our users to initially start out using the Arctic but at a fraction of its maximum output power. Replace the training lenses with the included standard lenses for maximum power.
Warning: Extremely dangerous is an understatement to 1W of laser power. At close range, this Class 4 beam will cause immediate and irreversable retinal damage. Use with extreme caution and use only when wearing proper safety goggles with an O.D. of 3+ is required and 4.4+ for longer exposures. Customers will be required to completely read and agree to our Class 4 Laser Hazard Acknowledgment Form.
*Supplies are extremely limited as voluntary and regulatory restrictions increase the difficulty to purchase Class IV portable lasers.
It is illegal to aim this device at airplanes, can ignite skin, and can cause permanent retinal damage if fired into the eyes. Firing it into a mirror holds the same problems, so firing into a hall of mirrors may be a death sentence to one's eyes. With that said, who else wants one? The laser retails for $200 plus shipping and optional warranty. It's the size of a lightsaber handle and may be the world's most expensive hand held lighter.
Let us look at some potential real world applications of this device. According to that video link, it can burn through wood, singe leather and plastic, all for the few seconds the beam was placed upon the surface. Let us now think like a mad scientist or villain. Sure, you could carve your initials of yourself and your sweetheart into a tree form a thousand feet away. But other questions are sure to be asked. Let us look at an example in the community. How long would a beam like this need to puncture a hole in a steel belted radial tire? How far away would it have to be to be effective? Would a laser pointed at an inflated tire set the tire on fire? Would it make a clean puncture hole? Or would it heat the metal and rubber in the tire to the point of explosive detonation? How long would it take, three minutes? Five? Ten? All to do this from yards away. It's the lazy man's vandalism, just put it in place and turn it on!
This next paragraph is meant to be unsettling. The beam's power is steady, and while dangerous, isn't a fast weapon to cause major damage. This makes it perfect for experimentation by sadists. How long would it take to cut through clothing? Leather jackets? Human flesh? If you had someone immobilized and the beam turned on, how long and slowly would it take to cut into burning skin, through muscles and tendons? How long would it take to burn through bone? How long would it take to sever a finger, arm, leg? If you turned it on and left it there, how long would it take to cut through someone's stomach into internal organs? The laser would cauterize the wound, so blood loss wouldn't be as much of a worry. This means the victim on the other end of that beam would stay alive longer. Longer to experience the smell of heir own cooking flesh. Would it smell like pork or chicken? Yes, the emitter has a battery pack, but what if you plugged it into an adapter with a steady supply of power? And that's just one of these lasers for the low, low price of $200. Imagine one in each hand, or buying several for the price of a high caliber handgun or rifle. No purchasing ammo, just recharging it.
I'm not suggesting that anyone goes out to perform such actions. But if you wish to stop criminals, you must at times think like one. Imagine what this item could do in the wrong hands. Firing at airports, shooting people in the eyes, burning straps off of purses to make them easier to steal, giving someone a hot foot from across the room, setting paper money or collector's comic books on fire with a laser just because you can. Experimenting on people you don't care for or like because they're beneath you. Would a laser set someone's hair on fire? Can you remove someone's tattoo at 50 yards? How long would it take to use one of these to cause true damage? How long would it take to kill someone?
Let the discussions continue.
http://www.wickedlasers.com/lasers/Spyder_III_Pro_Arctic_Series-96-37.html
A friend told me about this item, let's be honest. It's incredibly interesting to wield a device that looks like a lightsaber and comes with a warning label.
Wicked Lasers radically redefines the way we see lasers yet again. For the first time in history, direct blue laser diodes have now become available in the consumer market. The laser powered home theater projector is the first of a large family of audio and video media technology to feature direct blue diodes. Wicked Lasers took the direct blue laser diode components and made the world's first 445nm direct blue diode laser, the Arctic.
The Arctic emits a 445nm cool blue, ultra high power 1W beam which appears up to 4000% brighter than the Sonar's 405nm violet beam. This direct blue laser diode is the result of the evolution of laser technology. Less than one year ago, this laser would have cost thousands of dollars to build. Don't let the Arctic name fool you, this laser possesses the most burning capabilities of any portable laser in existence. That's why it's also the most dangerous laser ever created. In recognizing and mastering the power of direct blue diodes, the Wicked Lasers' Arctic shall become the standard by which all other blue lasers are judged.
As an additional safety precaution, each Arctic comes with a removable training lenses and standard lenses. The removable training lenses allows our users to initially start out using the Arctic but at a fraction of its maximum output power. Replace the training lenses with the included standard lenses for maximum power.
Warning: Extremely dangerous is an understatement to 1W of laser power. At close range, this Class 4 beam will cause immediate and irreversable retinal damage. Use with extreme caution and use only when wearing proper safety goggles with an O.D. of 3+ is required and 4.4+ for longer exposures. Customers will be required to completely read and agree to our Class 4 Laser Hazard Acknowledgment Form.
*Supplies are extremely limited as voluntary and regulatory restrictions increase the difficulty to purchase Class IV portable lasers.
It is illegal to aim this device at airplanes, can ignite skin, and can cause permanent retinal damage if fired into the eyes. Firing it into a mirror holds the same problems, so firing into a hall of mirrors may be a death sentence to one's eyes. With that said, who else wants one? The laser retails for $200 plus shipping and optional warranty. It's the size of a lightsaber handle and may be the world's most expensive hand held lighter.
Let us look at some potential real world applications of this device. According to that video link, it can burn through wood, singe leather and plastic, all for the few seconds the beam was placed upon the surface. Let us now think like a mad scientist or villain. Sure, you could carve your initials of yourself and your sweetheart into a tree form a thousand feet away. But other questions are sure to be asked. Let us look at an example in the community. How long would a beam like this need to puncture a hole in a steel belted radial tire? How far away would it have to be to be effective? Would a laser pointed at an inflated tire set the tire on fire? Would it make a clean puncture hole? Or would it heat the metal and rubber in the tire to the point of explosive detonation? How long would it take, three minutes? Five? Ten? All to do this from yards away. It's the lazy man's vandalism, just put it in place and turn it on!
This next paragraph is meant to be unsettling. The beam's power is steady, and while dangerous, isn't a fast weapon to cause major damage. This makes it perfect for experimentation by sadists. How long would it take to cut through clothing? Leather jackets? Human flesh? If you had someone immobilized and the beam turned on, how long and slowly would it take to cut into burning skin, through muscles and tendons? How long would it take to burn through bone? How long would it take to sever a finger, arm, leg? If you turned it on and left it there, how long would it take to cut through someone's stomach into internal organs? The laser would cauterize the wound, so blood loss wouldn't be as much of a worry. This means the victim on the other end of that beam would stay alive longer. Longer to experience the smell of heir own cooking flesh. Would it smell like pork or chicken? Yes, the emitter has a battery pack, but what if you plugged it into an adapter with a steady supply of power? And that's just one of these lasers for the low, low price of $200. Imagine one in each hand, or buying several for the price of a high caliber handgun or rifle. No purchasing ammo, just recharging it.
I'm not suggesting that anyone goes out to perform such actions. But if you wish to stop criminals, you must at times think like one. Imagine what this item could do in the wrong hands. Firing at airports, shooting people in the eyes, burning straps off of purses to make them easier to steal, giving someone a hot foot from across the room, setting paper money or collector's comic books on fire with a laser just because you can. Experimenting on people you don't care for or like because they're beneath you. Would a laser set someone's hair on fire? Can you remove someone's tattoo at 50 yards? How long would it take to use one of these to cause true damage? How long would it take to kill someone?
Let the discussions continue.
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