San Souci Production blog #3



Day one - Sasha, Miles, Ray, yours truly.

Friends and explosives = <3



X said I should blog this, and since I don’t really blog anything anymore, I figured what the hey, I know he’s just gonna steal it for his in-game spray, which is of course why I made it. TF2 is the best darn multiplayer game of all time, in no small part to the great brains over at Valve. I have no idea how exactly you design the fun meta narrative that they have running through out the game, but the characters are distinct, slightly generic, but completely lovable. The voice acting is tops and the fan community base unrivaled. I love the hell out of this game.

My Olly Moss Locke print….



Courtesy of Damoncarltonandapolarbear.com:

Snagged print no. 281 of 300. Looking for a nice chunky wooden frame and gonna put it on the wall next to the classic Anatomy of a Murder one-sheet.

Catching up with myself in 2002.



Accidentally sorted my inbox backwards this morning and found this Jan. 2002 sent item RE: attending a Weezer concert:

You see this all came about because of your stupidity. And don’t play coy with me, I know you. Don’t plead ignorance; it’s not an excuse. You of all people
should know that. It’s not as if it were genetic or anything. Pathetic? Hardly, I think you kid yourself by investing in weak ideals like that. I suppose you
believe Black English should be taught in schools, so whut chu talkin bout Willis?
It’s hard to wrap your mind around it I know, but if you don’t conceed that everything’s possibly just a craps shoot you’ll get nowhere. If you don’t harbor
a concession to the fact that perhaps everything is chaotic and random then what’s your belief worth?
Believing in the only Alternative, why is just as bad as blasphemy, don’t you think? No you didn’t think, and that’s why 6 Men are dead now. You really forced my hand with this one. No alternatives, I had to shoot my way out, and as if Interpol wasn’t already on my back. I’m going to have to shave my eyebrows just to get back into the States. You know how long they
take to grow back right? So for 4 months I’ll be sporting some pencil drawn excuse for eyebrows, all because you got impatient.
I’m a professional so don’t fuck with me again? Do we have an understanding?

Now you have to ask yourself, ‘Am I talking with a crazy person?’ because if it turns out that I really am crazy what’s to stop me from putting 6 lbs of C-4
under your car seat one morning? Do you know what the expansion rate for that grade explosive is? 129 feet per second. Can you run that fast? Do you want to find out?

My brother’s getting out of the big house next Thursday, have to drive up to Joliet to collect him. Busted on a Heist he didn’t even set up and he spends
4 years in the brig. Talk about a bad break. He’s always been the muscle though, the schemes, the planning, that was up to me. It’ll be good to have him
back, even if it is for a while. After that last Trip to Switzerland, whooboy and the explosion, well, he’s been deaf in one ear, but he’s good people ya know?

We’re having a get to at Tab’s pub if you want to come. Down a few beer’s watch the Big game, socialize with unsavory types. I talked to One Eyed Willie and
even though he beat his Parole Officer to death with her own shoe he said he’d try and make it.

I’m in the middle of something fierce right now. Righteous score if I can make ends meet and not get capped in the process. A bit of a pirate operation,
but it’s shiny guns and loud bangs all the way, and I’m running the show. Still working on all the old stuff, scamming, hacking, you know the like.
Realized something though, you can bs your way through it, and
still not be a made guy. And I don’t want to piss the families off or nothing, not hitting Vegas yet, but there’s a while yet before I can be a made guy.
There’s things you got to get through, respect you gotta earn before you get the big spagetti dinner.

Heard you got yourself a new gig. Songbird and all a Nightclub/Casino joint? Nice front, I hope you serve a good single Malt Scotch. How’s that muscle of yours working out? Hard to find good help these days.

Guido’s calling for a toast here. You should come around, we have a great selection of goods you know. High Quality shit I guarentee. Shoulda gotten a hand in the deal last September, you want to talk cash, my wheels got a ticket in the Parking lot tonight, it’s that quick.

Let me know about the party, what scams you’re running in general. Mates eh? It’s hard to find people you trust.

Obviously, my eyebrows grew back.

10xCSN



It’s way past my bedtime, so how about a good old fashioned conspiracy theory? I was doing some full-bore internet while streaming the debate tonight- keeping up with Fark comments, ebaying, screwing around on Facebook, outlining two plots in google notebook and I stumbled into 10xCSN. Here’s what I’ve gathered so far:

10xCSN = 10 times  Clear Solar Noon. A moment (November 17th 2008 by one account) when all commerce is going to collapse because Earth’s geomagnetic field is about to banana-go-nuts on our radiation protection from the Sun. The Commie’s are involved of course and some sort of New Age hippies. Then there’s a mention on a site, that is somehow more disturbing than commies AND hippies, called Jones and Pickle (no relation). Satellite charts indeed.

Throw coded crop circles in the mix, spice it up with a dash of this week’s predicted alien invasion and smooth it over with the always popular pyramid angle and you end up with something really special.

The beauty of it is, now I don’t have to worry about all that John Titor/cancelled elections jazz. Figures. I finally get something I’ve written filmed (minuscule though it may be) and the apocalypse sneaks up while I wasn’t looking.