Beyond the Basement Door

And the Revolution continues!!

Another film I am involved with...this time behind the scenes...as made it into the wilds of the interlink.
Everyone please welcome....
Beyond the Basement Door.


HP Lovecraft your kinda thing? Ever laugh at Richard Prior?
Remember when that guy blew himself up with stale dynamite on LOST?
Got something for each of ya.
Check it out...you can rent, or buy it for Digital Download (free shipping!) for less than a fru-fru coffee.
And it's better for your kidneys.

I am gonna cuss in this one.

Look.....
I am sorry for the following.
You have been warned.






























FUCK YOU APPLE!!!
FUCK YOU AND YOUR
INSISTENCE THAT I NOT HAVE THE ABILITY TO PUT VIDEOS I OWN LEGALLY... 
BECAUSE I FUCKING MADE THEM
ON AN DEVICE.

FUCK YOU ALL AT APPLE...LET ME SEE MY OWN GODROTTED DATA YOU FUCKINFFUCKITITYFUCKS!!!!!.

How to deal with Archers...

Pennsic fever.

Tonight is the night. In truth this has been coming for days...but now it is here. I can't sleep. Normally, I shut down like a machine and sleep like a dead man. It is a skill I gained over years in the Army. Sleep for me is almost always easy, automatic and uncomplicated. Not tonight. There is a simple word why....but the reason is complex. PENNSIC. War comes. It is three AM and my hands are shaking so hard I can hardly type. Every time I close my eyes...I am on the field. It is not fear...it is excitement. It is joy. It is longing. A longing so deep and wide I don't know if I can make it to the other side. I need drums. I need to be so beaten and exhausted I can't help but sleep. I need to know that in the morning my Crown needs my sword sharp and fast. I need the peace that right now can only be found at War.

COMBAT CAMERA ARMOR

July 11 update

Wait...wha?

Ok, quick note from a mobile device....
I am sitting at a suburban Starbucks...anyone who knows me, knows how weird that sentence alone is, but my defense is it's a work thing.
However, I am marveling at an odd ill social function i am bearing witness to.
I consider myself a 'rider'....meaning I not only own motorcycles but ride the damn things every chance I get. Often not to get someplace but just to RIDE it.
As in turn miles on the clock...as in eat bugs...as in get a sore ass and often a weird sunburn.
I am surrounded by guys who are 'living the dream.'
They own motorcycles (several of them $10000+ machines)... And they rode them here to hang out.

At Starbucks.

I am used to the 'bar hopper' riders....the guys who ride from biker bar to biker bar to swagger around and act like outlaws for a ill bit.

But Starbucks?

Really?

In someway, society has failed these people. They can't even get 'being a antisocial badass' right.

Starbucks....wow.
I need to go eat some bugs.