•The Incredible Hulk is now scored by my dad's test-recordings of a new song. WITNESS HULK AND THE ABOMINATION DO WILD COMBAT TO THE SOUNDS OF A GROOVY BLUES GUITAR RIFF AND BASSLINE!
•Space Jam is now scored by Oreo'spoorbrilliant taste. Michael Jordan is THE BEST THE BEST THE BEST THE BEST.
•Team America's soundtrack is now sung by Carnage and Bullseye in a white trash trailer park. There's no getting around it.
In other news, I must be pretty gaming-retarded or something because I cannot get out of this first-level dungeon/map thing in Elder Scrolls at all. I have torches equipped but fuck if I know how to select them. AND I KEEP DYING BECAUSE RATS JUMP UP AND HUMP MY FACE WITH THEIR CLAWS AND TEETH AND IT'S TOO DARK TO SEE WHERE THEY'RE COMING FROM.
Hrrr.
Batch three of Christmas cards, coming up. Theyneverend.
My dream last night involved me and Gene going to TJ Maxx for whatever reason--except I made Gene stay in the car. And I just walked around this dinky store over and over thinking "This is where Mrs. Rama shops look at all these flippy skirts and junk." And then I left and that...was it.
As these credits for the movie roll, my mind wanders back to that idle thought I tend to have about making an art piece for Maria Yap (one of the random names that's on the loaderscreen for Photoshop) just because her name's Maria Yap. I feel like I should just select random crewmen names off of films I like and dedicate a drawing to them. "Congratulations! You were the Key Grip on the Bourne Supremacy! HAVE A SHITTY DRAWING."
...I don't know.
•Space Jam is now scored by Oreo's
•Team America's soundtrack is now sung by Carnage and Bullseye in a white trash trailer park. There's no getting around it.
In other news, I must be pretty gaming-retarded or something because I cannot get out of this first-level dungeon/map thing in Elder Scrolls at all. I have torches equipped but fuck if I know how to select them. AND I KEEP DYING BECAUSE RATS JUMP UP AND HUMP MY FACE WITH THEIR CLAWS AND TEETH AND IT'S TOO DARK TO SEE WHERE THEY'RE COMING FROM.
Hrrr.
Batch three of Christmas cards, coming up. Theyneverend.
My dream last night involved me and Gene going to TJ Maxx for whatever reason--except I made Gene stay in the car. And I just walked around this dinky store over and over thinking "This is where Mrs. Rama shops look at all these flippy skirts and junk." And then I left and that...was it.
As these credits for the movie roll, my mind wanders back to that idle thought I tend to have about making an art piece for Maria Yap (one of the random names that's on the loaderscreen for Photoshop) just because her name's Maria Yap. I feel like I should just select random crewmen names off of films I like and dedicate a drawing to them. "Congratulations! You were the Key Grip on the Bourne Supremacy! HAVE A SHITTY DRAWING."
...I don't know.