tozozozo:

happy new year, everybody!

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(i’ve been asked to make this a print, so it’s available here)

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thecosmicjackalope:

donkamatic:

Honestly The Curse of the Colonel is one of my favorite Japanese urban legends…

Basically the Hanshin Tigers baseball team had a major victory in 1985 and fans went WILD and stood on a bridge chanting the player’s names, and every time they said a name a fan that resembled the player whose name was said would jump into the canal

BUT there was an american player on the team named Randy Bass and the crowd wanted to include someone who looked like him too, but there were no white people around so they snatched a Colonel Sanders statue and tossed it into the water as an effigy

after this the Hanshin Tigers won nothing for 18 years! The rumor began to circulate that throwing the statue into the canal had angered Colonel Sanders and he had cursed them and wouldn’t allow them to win until they retrieved the statue. Obviously many attempts were made to find it, but no one was successful.

In 2009 the uper body, lower body, and right hand of the statue were found when police thought it was a dead body, but the left hand and his glasses are missing and the Hanshin Tigers still have not won anything. It is said they will continue to lose until they find the last pieces. Here’s the colonel though!

Kentucky Fried Vengeance

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vintagegeekculture:

Don Marquez.

animationproclamations:

Mickey’s Christmas Carol (1983).

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gameraboy1:

Jonny Quest Card Game, 1965

pen-monkey:

“Being a writer is like having homework every night for the rest of your life.”

— Lawrence Kasdan

pen-monkey:

“If you’re going to tell people the truth, be funny or they’ll kill you.”

— Billy Wilder

pen-monkey:

“I try to leave out the parts that people skip.”

— Elmore Leonard

pen-monkey:

As I sat this morning staring at the tail of page 94 of the rewrite I am currently working on my mind balked at the idea of writing even one more word.

It’s not that the words aren’t there it’s just that some days it takes an inordinate amount of coaxing to get them to come out.

Sometimes they have to be duped into making an appearance. Taking a walk can do it, loud music has been known to help and even the distraction of a favorite movie or a conversation with a friend draws them up from the dark well of my brain.

A lot of people I talk to assume that silence is required but I always find that it is the right kind of noise and chaos that I seek out. When I sit down to write it is like sitting down to face an old adversary. The brain I have now is the same one that caused me to procrastinate my way through High School and drop out of college. The only difference is that now I understand its weakness. It is easily distracted.

Not the whole brain mind you, just the twisted evil fuck that lives deep in my brain, the one that whispers about all the other things I could be doing right now. But I can beat him, he has his vices. That ego-spawned brain baby can be distracted by those things I already mentioned and while he’s distracted it frees up my sober adult to begin interrogating my childish imagination for ideas to lay on the page.

Writing is a grind for me in case you couldn’t tell. I’m NEVER satisfied with what I’ve written as it always looks like a rushed, poorly translated version of what plays in my brain movies all day long.

Ever since I was a kid those brain movies have been a constant. They have carried me through every low point in my life and have given me an internal form of entertainment that has turned even the most onerous drudgery into a bearable situation.

When I discovered movies as a kid it was so freeing, here was an art form that resembled what went on behind my eyes all day. I couldn’t then and still can’t get enough of movies, all movies, any movies. Horror, comedy, action, sci fi, animation, kids movies, adult movies, foreign versions of all of the above. A film all about the color blue? Seen it. A film acted out by penis puppets? Watched it twice. Do I like them all HELL NO but I can’t resist giving them a shot. There are exceptions the Twilight movies being a good example but for the most part I will give anything a try.

This led me to want to make movies - direct them to be specific. The great disappointment of my life to date is that I’ve only been able to get recognition for my screenplays, words on paper that I started to write as a means to an end. Writer/Director always seemed more attainable (and desirable) than Directing other peoples ideas. I still hope and work towards the day when I’ll be able to Direct a large production. Until then I bang my head against the keyboard like Schroeder whenever the brain movies in my head won’t jump to the page.

Writing this has distracted me enough that I feel the urge to finish page 94 so I’m going to get back to work now. Fuck off and go write someting of your own and if your brain is getting in the way throw on some music, you might be surprised at how well it works.

Pen Monkeys never say die!

kylo:

Mask of Sorrow

Magadan, Russia

59°35′30.62″N 150°48′43.65″E / 59.5918389°N 150.8121250°E / 59.5918389; 150.8121250 

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