| DXS007 update and potential kangaroo sex? |
[07 Nov 2009|11:28pm] |
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on the off chance you havent been keeping up with the to-dos of my life, well let me tell you about how im putting out a new book next month. NEXT MONTH! this is crazy-talk, chris. well its true. but heres the catch. there will only be 150 of them printed. evar. it will be hardcover and yes, expensive.
but let me tell you how stoked i am on this book. but chris, arent you stoked on all of your books? well, sure. each one is like an illegitimate love-child that i get to share with the world. wait.
anywho, when i meet people and have to have the 'oh, so what do you do?' talk, i say im a writer. to which their immediate response is, "oh, can i have/buy one of your books?" nice that they're interested but i dont really have a book that truly represents the short-story style that im most happy writing.
ok, yes, my first two books (on the upswing, which is sold out and a life deliberate) are that style but they're older and i feel that i am a much better writer than i was back then. dont get me wrong, i love the stories, i just feel that i could have told them better. (but dont let that discourage you from buying one of the last remaining 100 copies of a life deliberate over at deadxstop.com, kisses).
my 3rd book, notes from the deep end is sold out as well, my 4th book, selected works 2004-2008 is awesome and all but its all LJ rants and my newest endeavor, REMNANTS is my proudest yet but i only have one story in the damn thing.
so...
i wanted to write something that i can hand someone without excuses. without having to say, "well, this isnt exactly what i usually do," or, "its sold out," or, "well, this book is like my demo tape."
i cant say the title just yet because i have to make sure i can use this image first because it would work so perfectly with what im looking to do that if the artist wont give me permission im going to change the title of the book. yes, im a nerd. but i will tell you it is 10 stories in the style of my first two books and it will go on pre-sale on my birfday, november 17th.
- and now i will leave you with a video of me running game on some marsupials:
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| apt 203. |
[06 Nov 2009|03:45am] |
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we talked about the old apartment today. me and boo. simple talk about playing video games all night. we laughed until i felt the familiar sting of nostalgia come on. i never saw that place as anything more than a transition hole between where i grew up and where i landed in chicago, yet we lived there together for 6 years.
second floor, above the roaches and drug dealers and addicts. mashed potatoes on the ceiling and vomit on the couches. filthy. but today i missed it.
some day i will look back at these moments lying in this bed as a memorable time. the nights of pizza and video games here will hold warm memories and i will wonder whatever became of so and so despite spending hours talking with them into the early morning hours. i will forget names and faces. people and addresses will slowly fade from my memory and i will be living another chapter.
its sad, really. people rust. they evaporate. they slowly erase. and we wonder what happened. was it our fault or theirs? did we neglect the friendship or did they no longer need what we had to give? the boys, the girls. one day their names will begin with, "you know, whats her name."
its tough when you realize that the nature of relationships is constantly evolving, despite every attempt you make to make it last. to live in love. to freeze people in memory.
the rest of my life will be a continuous series of beginnings. of handshakes and text avoidance.
someone freeze me.
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| the top five video games of all time. |
[04 Nov 2009|12:31am] |
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yars revenge:
when atari was in its heyday, yars revenge spearheaded my obsession. it was clean and simple, not jerky and awkward unlike its lost in translation arcade cartridge counterparts like donkey kong, pac-man or frogger. yars revenge was simple yet addicting. your little ship had to eat away at the orange shield all while the little flashing dot was trying to get up in your ass. as simple as pong, as brilliant as snake and almost as hard to advance like ET for atari. the great thing about atari controllers was they were durable as a mofucker and my ass was throwing em like it was my job. say all you want about early video games being aesthetically unappealing, those games were goddamn impossible.
mortal kombat 2:
while the original MK and MK3 were awesome, nothing really sank its claws into me like MK2. this was what spawned my arcade mid-90s revival. sometimes we would have to bring extra shirts because of how much we would sweat while dropping tokens and wanting to strangle the buster who kept doing that damn mileena roll over and over. many nights were wasted and many controllers were broken playing this for the SNES. while one tour last summer i stayed at a friends house. he had an MK2 and when we started playing i immediately got that "imma bite the shit out of this controller" feeling back, so much so i had to put it down and walk away. because it was always the controllers fault. ps. flips were for pussies.
galaga:
the original allowance stealer. this game dominated 80s arcades more than any weed dealing burnout ever could. i remember seeing it for the first time and all the quarters the kids in the iron maiden shirts had lined up along the screen waiting to get "next". it took weeks before i found any down time to sneak in a game. i fell in love so hard that i almost came in my pants when in the winter of 96 my exgf bought me the actual arcade game for my birfday. it still adorns my living room and plays just as well as it did in 1982. sometimes i just sit and stare at it like it is a 200 pound piece of art.
robotron 2084:
you want to know what intensity is, play this fucking game. if the screen shot below is an indicator of how much of mess this game is you have no fucking clue the world of insanity a quarter would buy you in the 80s. no game before or since shreds like this mofucker. none. by time you press start on the game you've got about 18 seconds to slay your way through a never-ending onslaught of robots. its pure fucking anarchy. no skill or tactics are involved because you dont have enough time to even think. by time the phrase, "holy fuck this game is insane" comes out of your mouth the screen is already reading 'game over'. if los crudos and minor threat were a video game, this is what you would mosh dive to.
call of duty:
since the late 70s i have been a boy fixated on video games. i remember when pac-man was the new national obsession, when frogger was cutting edge, when dragons lair was next level, when NHL 93 still had blood, when NBA jam was the jam, when golden eye for N64 made you want to fight your friends, when silent scope was brilliant and when guitar hero made kids never want to play a real guitar again. what im saying is that having been there and played it all, the call of duty series (modern warfare/world at war) is so truly life-enveloping that it feels like you're killing actual nazis. so much so that a rabbi credited it with him getting over his fear of them. modern warfare is the best selling first person game of all time for a reason. and watching fruity get so mad that hes on the verge of tears might be one of the greatest sights of all time.
what are yours?
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| oh the sights. |
[01 Nov 2009|03:22am] |
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alright, i suppose i can make a "proper" update now that ive been home for a couple days.
well first off, let me give you what i flew half way across the world to get for you:
- you would think that now that im home indefinitely i would just be able to chill but nooooo... i leave again on monday to go hang in minneapolis for a few days on bidness. i like hearing, "oh, no, its for business," fall out of my mouth. i sound so official. but i have sent off the first round of edits for the upcoming book so lets keep our fingers crossed that everything goes according to schedule. because if so, i may be able to have a brand new hardcover book in 150 of your paws by the celebration of our lord and savior jesus christ. who was not white.
- soooo last night i went to an S&M party (google it). i expected to see some interesting things; whipping, boobs maybe a little blood. and while all of those components were there i think it was when a dominatrix put her cigarette out on a slaves tongue then spit in his mouth did i know that i may have been in for more than i expected. i wouldnt want to scar too many of you youngin's or ruin a potential story for my next book but lets just say the evening ended right around the time i saw a guy get fisted. and this happened...
*i made two out of three, tyvm.
- i have a handful of amazing cat shirts left. i am too lazy to put them on ebay and i dont know when i will do another batch so if you want one for $15ppd, email me (deadxstop@aol.com), tell me your size and ill let you know if you were quick enough to snag one. ill give you my paypal info but make sure to get my okay before you send the loot, also, i have no more smalls in the 'unbreakable' shirt.
SOLD OUT.
- you should also know that it is officially my birthday month which will culminate on the 17th when the sun will shine, birds will sing and only 150 copies of my upcoming book will go on pre-sale.
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| home from that magical land of word butchery. |
[29 Oct 2009|07:07am] |
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watching the stupid sun rise. |
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landed in chicago tonight. on the way home i told lindsie that i had never felt so appreciated by one single room as i felt in sydney. the last speaking was so different in every way. there was a podium, i only read and i took questions between stories. i read 6 new stories i havent let more than a handful of people read. i talked about a few subjects that i havent touched upon before and i was surprised at how well they were received. afterward, my friend nat said some amazing words that made me want to run out of the room and cry then everyone in the room signed and framed some words and presented it to me in front of everyone. serious moment. shit was heavy and amazing.
i also recorded the speaking and it will be available for download with the purchase of my upcoming hardcover book in december.
i thought i felt a rant coming on but its 7am and ive been awake since 3am. the next 3 days will be ridiculous as i try to adjust to the time change.
- many things will be up for sale soon. sweatpantsssss?????
- many videos to come.
i will now leave you with a picture of me testing positive for explosives in the sydney airport:
and aggressively massaging my new man-friend:
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| australia, pt 2. |
[26 Oct 2009|09:25am] |
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um, so wow.
i think ive said my piece and i let my actions speak for themselves but goddamn man, you kids love the internet beefs. say what you like, tell me that im a bad writer with an ugly face and a lackluster storytelling ability. thats fine. but to say that i dont put in effort is such a bold faced fail that its not even debatable. out of all the comments, thats the only one that bummed me out.
but lets move on, shall we?
- so apologies once again to brisbane for not having much merch when i rolled in. and once again, you can blame melbourne for bring fistfuls of your monopoly money. i actually brought more merch than last time. i figured i wouldnt sell as much since i sold lots when i was here last time but noooooo. anywho, i set aside a small pile of merch for the last sydney speaking tomorrow so get there early if you want to buy something. cat shirts are still available.
- and again, the reading in sydney tomorrow will be the only reading i ever do for the upcoming december book.
- the weather here is more than perfect and people here are ridiculously nice. so much so that when i was fumbling to find my money to pay for my veggie burger they woman said, "oh, its okay, ill just make it cheaper." as in, 'oh, you dont have enough money... its cool.' im not joking when i tell you that i have been seriously contemplating moving here. i dont know where just yet but im leaning towards brisbane.
oh, look how official:
sensitive creep-cam pic:
and i will now leave you with a video of two girls SLAYING some guns n roses in melbourne.
nice face, thanks youtube.
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