June 30, 2006
June 28, 2006
June 27, 2006
Delays delays delays.
Busy busy busy.
This photo from Goa 2k4. Feet in clockwise starting with the whites - Vijeth, myself and Pais.
June 22, 2006
Um, am crossposting some of my deviantART material here. Just.
June 21, 2006
Bitches! Yet another bestest friend, co-conspirator and fellow SouthPark fiend has delved into the blogosphere! Give it up for We-Jay-eth! Expect his name to go into the sidebar (after the template rehaul this weekend)
June 20, 2006
You want my number right here? What are you, a freak?
I am waiting for A Scanner Darkly to release on July 6. (Wikipedia link, since that's the flavour of the season) As a matter of fact, that is the only movie since the matrix:revolutions that I've ever wanted so badly to see; that I've actually looked forward to a movie being released.
Why A Scanner Darkly?
- Philip K Dick, one of my all time favourite writers wrote the book it's based on. You know how all prolific writers have atleast one treatise on drugs? (Huxley had the doors, HST had fear and loathing, Hubert Selby had requiem, etc, etc) Well, this one is his!
- Richard Linklater, who's already professed his love for PKD is directing.
- Keanu Reeves is redoing a Johnny mnemonic (which I loved), and the rest of the cast is crazy too.
- Linklater is rotoscoping the whole movie, JUST LIKE WAKING LIFE!!! (If some of you don't know how much I loved that movie and the art style, well, then you just don't know anything about me at all. Just consider samples of the artwork I keep putting up for a reference)
-Wired article about ASD. - A fascinating account of all the troubles that plagued the production. After all that, man, it better be good!
- The IMDB link.
- A screenplay Charlie Kaufman (Being John Malkovich, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind) had written for ASD in '97 (pdf).
June 19, 2006
June 17, 2006
Did you know it's good manners to place a fresh bottle of water in the fridge whenever you take out a cold one to take to your room for the night? Thought you should know...
I've also realized that one of the main things I want in my life is to be taken a little more seriously. So I'm going to talk less.
Women moan during sex, yes? In fact, some of those moans sound like she's in pain. My question is, why do we get turned on by the the sound of pain? (And don't deny it; it's happened to you too, even if you've only seen it in a porn flick) Are men inherently sadistic? Or is this yet another man-woman control issue?
Venu, I finally got myself a devianART id. Uploaded my first pic today. I think it happened to me when I realized this pic I've uploaded didn't really have anything to do with the blog.
Or just go straight to my first submission.
June 16, 2006
June 15, 2006
June 14, 2006
Wikipedia links - Xenu, Scientology, L. Ron Hubbard.
Also - The First Church Of Xenu (super awesome spoof, please listen to the Xenu song), Scientology Exposed.
You can google the rest. I miss Chef.
PS- Jesus, the Hindu pantheon, a meteorite in a box, etc, etc. Not that different, eh?
June 13, 2006
I'm bored. I'm busy. I want to drink, read, write comic books, scripts and novels, play Uno, sleep till 12, stay awake till 3, meet Malini Sharma, trip on CaliforniaSunshine at Paradiso Anjuna, jam in a garage with DIY soundproofed walls, watch Death Cab For Cutie live in Boston with V, cut tomatoes and mushrooms for an omlettes with toast, tattoo my back with Ogami Ittō, drink some more and get down to a life I've only dreamed off.
If nothing else, can I atleast drink?
And yet it's still life.
June 12, 2006
Look at me, I'm getting Lapham-ish pics.
What I'm doing is taking some old photos, and reworking them based on some digital inking tutorials I found on the net. I'm not exceptionally bothered about colours right now, neither about any sense of creative expression; it does bother me, however, that this isn't really 'art'work, what with pencil not touching paper. But my co-conspirators will probably agree - it doesn't matter as long as it serves the purpose, eh? Secondly, I'm QUITE certain that I could jazz it up with about a hundred effects from photoshop, I'm choosing not to do so; this is more of a practice run until I find a proper artist (Mukka, biyatch).
Thirdly, surely it looks better than stickmen angels and demons :)
Next up - Still life (must beat the narcissistic streak - no more self important pics)
Oh, and am typing out new posts. I don't want this to become a comic strip blog, or art tutorial blog, or anything themed for that matter.
Good weekend, junta?
June 11, 2006
They say that the eyes are the toughest part of the human face to draw. And rightly so; they express way too much much emotion to be captured in a static image.
So yeah, I'm learning to draw, slowly but surely. Probably not very conventional methods, but it seems to be getting results.
June 10, 2006
June 09, 2006
June 08, 2006
June 07, 2006
Adolf walked into the neighbourhood supermarket. A terrible quarrel with his current girlfriend had left him itching for a fight, which was a damn shame since everybody at the market were just chilling (What do you expect, they were yuppie shoppers)
Standing at the beverages section, his eyes drifted to the Tropicana section. Sweet Orange.
"Man, I really hate the JUICE!!!" he yelled, and everybody at the Polaski store were stunned into silence.
The year was 1938.
June 06, 2006
Check out this website - he`s awesome -
King Of Points to be noted.
i suggest you start from Outdoors - click on Next to go further (just want to make sure you dont miss even one of them)
***- is this what you were refering to (As a discussion about the theme pic for gunsong) (Here's a link with audio)
I think my favourite thing about my own stories are that they're mainly pointless, funny mostly to myself, and involve alcohol at some point or the other. So anyway...
A litle over a year ago, we're having a blast during our LocoParty farewell, and the juniors figure that since there's hajar booze available, and since the seniors (that's us) are paying for it, they might as well chug away, yes?
Now Kajekar and myself are sitting in a corner of the hall staring at the MRPL lights, smalltalk, a pint, and the music we'd arranged when one of the juniors comes and collapses next to us. Pukes. Loses his shirt. Douses himself in beer. Talks about long lost loves. Tries to jump off the side. Fails then plonks down in the chair and starts er, soiling himself.
What do we do? Take pictures, of course :)
Man, I loved my college, if only for the constant occurence of such nonsense.
June 05, 2006
A little while ago, I recieved a really nice complimentary email from someone named Akhila who thanked me for brightening up her wednesday. Thanks to the byker's recommendations, she'd landed up on this blog and was obviously finding the maid-molestation adventure quite tittery to read. Well Akhila, thanks for the compliment, but there's a story here to be told.
When I was a kid, dad used to keeep buying me all sorts of novelty brain puzzle type toys, if anything to make sure that I kept out of his way for a few days engrossed in either trying to crack a silly IQ test, or to finish a jigsaw puzzle, stuff like that. One of those was this transparent 3-d plastic maze that started off with a ball bearing in the middle of this 5 inch cube that had pathways, turns, whatever until the ball came out through this tiny hole at the side. Very nice, and for an adoloscent lke me, it meant for atleast a few hours of timepass (and this blogpost in the future, but I didn't know that yet, of course). So one night I'm lying back in bed, staring at this cube turning it this way and that, trying to get the damn thing out. There's a Def Leppard album playing in the background (the Euphoria tape, if you should know) and the clinking of steel against plastic is getting irritating since it's taking too long. I'm staring at the cube, losing concentration, when quite suddenly, the ball reaches the hole, pops out... and goes straight into my throat. I swallow.
Panic. I figured that's it, I'm gonna die, and will never get to find out what a clitoris is (seemed like a sufficiently challenging ambition in life at the time, and I didn't really want to go up to heaven before I had a chance to get to hell :) )
Not to worry, my dad said. It won't hurt you, and it'll probably come out in the john in a couple of days anyway.
The moral of the story? Well, it's simply this - The moment somebody says you have "potential" and there's surely some really interesting output that's going to come out of your efforts soon enough, you're going to spend the next five days staring at all the shit that comes out of you searching for it.