Saturday, September 24, 2011

...construction work, smashed dreams, bachelor chow, general losing my mind.

So. Sosososo. Here we are again! I do apologize about the distance between posts, but heeeey...at least I'm still postin', right?

So that thing I alluded to in my previous That Bastard On went down, but it went down in the secondary, harder path. I can only hope that it ends well, y'know? It's still fraught with the worry and stress and bullshit that can still cause me to stay away from bloggan for a month, but for now fuck it - I'm still here. I'm still standin', y'knowwhatImean?

Anyway, enough bullshit! LET'S DO A NEW FEATURED LINK, OKAY? So here we got a long-time poster of mine, and it's about time I show her some love, y'knowwhatImean? Tracirz, over at Technicolor Typecast, updates with stream of consciousness posts, stuff about her "wabi-sabi wedding" (her and her beau, Nebberz, wants ta get married on 11/11/11 and are on a quest to get it done - funny story, Nebberz looks like a homeboy of mine), and is also an aspiring minimalist. Suffice it to say, as a collector of all kinds of shit (mostly books and weapons), I find her viewpoint a refreshing contradiction to my own and one that I read up on every time she posts.

So yeah, go show some love and let her know That Bastard sent ya: http://technicolortypecast.blogspot.com

So there we go, a new featured link and what-not~! Get to it, minions.

SOOOOOO, as anyone probably/kinda/sorta remembers from my previous post, yeah I'm on a new job FINALLY after, like, a friggin'...no, two years. Construction, at that. Shit's fuckin' awesome, I feel like I AM getting stronger (though my back is only slightly a worry) and overall I feel really good about it. I mean, having worked the food production/factory labor as I have, I've NEVER felt like I was doing anything productive, y'know? Not only that but the workspace itself is pretty chilled out and filled with rough, blue-collar humor. It's a real working man's environment, and I fuckin' DIG it. Plus the employers and Human Resources people actually make you feel like a valued employee rather than a piece-of-shit cog in the machine.

Strangely enough, I have only minor trepidations concerning it...after all, some of my best lyrics are based around the simmering hatred of the middle class due to base exploitations and the vicious, ever-increasing gap between them and the higher class. Working at a place where they actually VALUE you and your work is kinda putting a dampener on all that seething rage...I dunno, we'll see. Either way, it ends come January when I become a full-time student again, so it'll be good while it lasts.

So, smashed dreams. You guys know by now (at least, MY word on it) that I have an insane streak of perseverance within me. I'll keep going 'til shit is completely failed, then I'll get back up and either try it again or try something different, but I keep on going, right? Well...it's been something like a month or a month and a half since I last practiced with m'band, and we're ALL feelin' it. I don't even know what the hell my bassist is doing at this point except working and chilling at his house. My drummer is actually drumming for another band who may or may not need a vocalist...but they've already got a bassist, so that puts me in a little quandary. Plus all they want to do is Offspring songs, which isn't in and of itself a bad thing but it DOES put a limit on what I COULD do for 'em.

On the other hand, I happen to like the Offspring and we can borrow their jam space on their off-days, get back to practicing our songs and getting that fucking demo cut.

Another option though is to simply wait 'til I get into Communications - Broadcasting and either borrow or outright abscond the recording studio in order to cut our Five Moves of Doom demo. On the other hand, that won't be 'til January...which means at least three more months of feeling my edge getting rusty and dull. Shit sucks. ESPECIALLY when the songs I'm singing are better than what's on the radio. Plus, while I've far since come to the conclusion that I won't be able to cut our first album before Christmas (I wanted to give the first ten pressings to my parents as a gift, and a revelation that I'm back in the music biz - my father was INCREDIBLY proud of me when I first started getting into it and my plans for the band and everything...then my knee injury struck. Two years later, I'm plannin' on surprising them again, for all that I think my dad suspects) but I WOULD like to cut the demo before then. In the very least, I want SOMETHING to show my parents that I'm working hard on my dreams rather then letting them lay sundered.

Still, there's still always that worry that something bad can happen. I lose my bassist, I lose my drummer...I lose my reason to stay in Bellingham (though school would be a good reason to stick around, especially since I hate the California school system), mostly. I could make a band faster and easier in California, plus probably get more gigs...

But it would always be lacking in that little something that Bellingham offers musicians. This has always been an artist town, and I've experienced NOTHING like that back in California. Hell, there they try to REPRESS your artistic urges and force you into a executive-directed mold.

Fuck. That. Shit. I don't mind that I'll eventually have to go to either California or New York (or even Seattle/Tacoma) in order to sign papers, make deals and fuck around with executives, hell it comes with the territory. I knew that kind of shit would have to go down the MOMENT I got into this biz, but I still desire to do it all on my own terms. Like how that old hat goes, I want to be able to look back at my life and say "I did it my way." I know that selling out occurs to EVERY musician at some point in time, but I don't have to sell my fucking soul.

My stories, my songs, my scripts, my...well, shit, ANYTHING connected to me as an artist, every last one of 'em are a part of me. I'll whore myself out how I see fit, thank you very much. With that stated, I refuse to whore myself out unless it's on terms that allows me to still be me, y'knowwhatImean? "What do you consider selling out to be?" is a question I ask other artists and musicians, and there's a general consensus that when you give up your basic rights as an artist, to BE an artist, to push the boundaries and chain your imagination and free will to executive meddling...that's when you sell out.

I actually agree with that chunk of a statement.

So yeah, I'm still going to go for it. Even if I DO end up losing the current roster of my main band (and, subsequently, No Rhymes) I'm still going to try again. It just seriously sucks 'cuz that means an entire year just...pfft, gone. Lost. Still, I at least have the strength of substance to keep on keepin' on, so at least there's that...

Bachelor Chow tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime! Y'know how you got all that rope sausage from the night before? Y'know what I mean, polska kielbasa or even "smoked sausage?" Well, have you ever considered building a breakfast sandwich around it?

Now, I'm biiiiig on breakfast for dinner, and nothing screams Bachelorism more than a breakfast sandwich for dinner. Unlike other people though, I don't toast my bread - I butter one side, then fry that motherfucker on the frying pan before I do either bacon or sausage, followed by cooking the eggs in the resultant delicious frying mixture. Butter + sausage/bacon grease = holy shit prepare to go running, dawg. Yer gonna need some cardio on that.

Still, shit is good as a motherfucker, and when you can combine meats or cheeses, it's always all good on the palate. I always use wheat bread (unless it's that good-assed potato bread), and will use a meat, a cheese (never American - it's fucking vegetable oil folks, it ain't even a fucking cheese), an egg or two and maybe a third slice of bread 'cuz I have something to sop up the LIIIIIFE with. I always do my eggs sunny-side up (under medium?) 'cuz I dig that LIIIIIIIIIIIFE all over my face. Unless I got face scruff goin', then that shit kinda sucks and suddenly I'm not into yolk.

Of course, I rarely have face scruff outside of my muttonchops so it's all good.

SO, if you got some leftovers laying around, consider a steak-breakfast sandwich. Or, as I'm gonna do right now for lunch, a rope sausage-breakfast sandwich. Rock that bread, cut the sausage in half, cook on both sides while you slice a delicious, thin slash of cheese (too much can fuck with the balance of the sandwich), add that sausage while the eggs barely cook, drizzle the whole damn thing with a sprinkling of pepper jack cheese and it's fuckin' ON dizzawg. Also, gonna saute up some onions on that motherfucker. Have some V-8 (low sodium or that good ol' splashed shit with Pomengranite-Blueberry) so yer not missin' out too much on the vegetable point and there ya go.

Go ahead and try it yer damn self, see if it doesn't make your palate orgasm. It will~! In before some health nut tells me this shit's bad for me, motherfucker I KNOW it's not the healthiest thing in the world...only the best.

That's 'bout it. I know this post is shorter than usual, but I'm busy as a motherfucker and I'll pop ya some stuff later on, yeah? As is I'm gettin' used to the construction schedule and will be able to post during the week as well as the weekend, so hey - it's all good.

Sincerely,

That Bastard

P.S. - best breakfast sandwich combination evar: fried onion bagel half, fried cheese bagel half (both from Costco), cream cheese, BBQ pulled pork (Kirkland Signature) with extra barbecue sauce, and two eggs. You're welcome.

P.P.S. - Jo, if'n yer readin' this and notice I didn't post the way I was going to, I FUCKING FORGOOOOOT sorry braugh. Hit a nyukka up, mah mermaid homeboy, and remind me sometime 'bout what the hell it was. I completely forgooooot hnnnnng. Godommot Fronk...

Sunday, September 11, 2011

...wasn't gonna actually blog TBO today, buuuuut~~!

I'm actually looking forward to Real Steel and Puss n' Boots.

Now, y'all KNOW how I feel by now about sequels and, well...just about anything new from Hollyhood. BUT, butbutbut...the inner fanboy within me is freakin' the fuck out, the inner fratboy is also freaking the fuck out, and my violence side is saying "NEEDS MORE ROBOTS BEATING EACH OTHER UP!"

I fucking LOVED those robot-fighting shows a few years back because of that shit. Junkyard Wars, Robot Wars, that other one...they were all good for me, especially when certain characters (mainstays that would either be multi-champions or just regulars to the shows) would show up.

I actually blame my dad for this. We were never into, like, MONSTER TRUCKS or whatever but he WAS a rather huge fan for the whole Gravedigger versus Bigfoot thing. Then there's just all those giant robot shows from Japan, y'knowwhatImean? Then the mecha-pilot vidyuh games that have been around since, hell...the friggin' 80's really.

Just all of these are startin' to really come to the fore lately ever since they stopped those goddamned Colombiana commercials ("dey killed mah parents...in front of meeeeeeh!" Do you guys have ANY idea how many times I've said that in a mockingly high voice while the commercials playing? Hate it hate it hate it.) and started playing the ones for Real Steel.

Oh god, they even have character names for the various robots and special/featured moves!!! Suffice it to say every single part of my psyche WANTS THIS MOVIE TO HAPPEN...except for my bitter cynic, which says Hollywizzle is gonna fuck this one up too.

Still, I'll happily SHUTUPTAKEMYMONEY.JPG in order to bolster the numbers of original movies like this. FUCK YOU AND SHUT UP YES I KNOW THERE WAS ROBOT JOCKEY AND ANOTHER MOVIE LIKE ROBOT JOCKEY BUT WE NEEEED MORE MOVIES LIKE THIS!

Seriously, anything which shows the Hollywood execs what we want more of can NEVER be bad. Otherwise we'll end up with more crap remakes.

Unlike, say, GOOD remakes like Conan the 3D.

Have I mentioned how much I love that movie? Even now, like...a week or two afterwards, I'm still crowing about it to peoples on the Internuggets and over the phone. Just randomly too.

It's kinda weird how many times someone else randomly brings up Conan too...'s kinda weird.

Illuminati tricks? Maybe.

So, gotta warn you guys...I might have to take a month off or so due to personal reasons. Depends on what happens.

I know this may be kind of a shock, but I wanna just make sure it doesn't hit y'all outta nowhere. If this hits ME outta nowhere, I don't wanna be on here whining about it and burdening the rest of YOU with my personal bullshit. I'm supposed to be an entertaining host, and I'll be damned if I don't leave at least SOME of you happier or angrier that you read my walls of text.

On the other hand, my tears are my own, and I firmly believe that it's okay for dudes to cry...so long as they get a grip on their damn self after awhile, and do it where it won't bother other people. Hell, tears are lubrication for the soul, right?

...right?

...anyway, I'll let y'all know if things clear up or not. I'll keep postin' until the BOOM hits, but when it does I'll at least post up a "closed due to gettin' my shit together" sign or somethin', y'know?

Hey, I just wanna say thanks to y'all for keepin' up with me. In this era of "Me too me too!" and where everyone is a fucking e-star, seein' yer comments actually does give me a nice little pick-me-up and makes me want to do better, to give y'all more to read and listen, to watch and enjoy.

Except for two breeds of you fuckers. The ones who post the SAME DAMN COMMENT ON EVERYTHING (seriously, keep that shit away from my litblog, I'll fucking delete it - you know who you are!) and the ones who make zero-sense unless you're a bot.

Yeah, you.

Hey man. Not cool. Not fucking cool at all.

Anyway I do hope I continue to prove to be worthy of your attentions and, in the very least, to be entertaining to you.

FEATURED LINKS TIIIIIIIME!

So, y'all notice that in a few, I'm 'bout to update my featured links with a regular's blog heah. Funny story, I didn't even know she was female for the longest time, her blog is just THAT passionate towards physics, genetics, biology and just SCIENCE in general!

Seriously, she blogs about some of the most informative things I've ever seen, and I feel as if I might even do some personal research back in genetics again 'cuz of her! Of course with everything up in the air, I'll be just as happy to simply read her posts and learn.

'Cuz shiiiiiiit, son! Her science is AWESOME, seriously!

So go check out thetruthaboutGenetics's blog, "Understanding Genetics, Biology, and Physics," at http://www.thetruthaboutgenetics.com/ and, of course, let her know who sent ya for a special discount.

25% more knowledge if'n ya drop That Bastard's name! Really!!

(note: not really, just jokin' and what-not. But wouldn't it be cool if she DID do it? I'm just sayin'...)

Sincerely,

~That Bastard

P.S. - Didja notice I got new posts up at Soothe Your Freaking Beast, Man-Flavored Milk, The Pen Is My Sword, and Netflix This...'cuz, I got new posts up on all four.

Go read 'em, yah? Especially The Pen Is My Sword, I posted up four new song lyrics. I'm also finally gettin' a better idea of what I'm doin' with it, and like the format I'm using thus far.

Lemme know in the comments watcha think, as always~!

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

The lit blog is UP, for now.

I've got a hugefuck welcome page and two of my newest punk song lyrics up. I may or may not post somethin' else up tonight, but meh...it's a start. Besides, I don't want to post up EVERYTHING right off the bat, right?

Er...right?

Anyway, like I said I'll post up a coupla other things and call it a night. I gotta go make dinner, y'know?

SO, gimme a bit of yer time and check me out at: http://thepenismysword.blogspot.com

Yet another entry in The World of Bastard, right?

For those of you who want to know what's the best way to keep up on my newest posts, you really should just burn me to yer RSS feed or sign up by e-mail or some junk. OOOOOOR just tune in HERE, at That Bastard On. Yeah, that'd probably be best: I usually update 'bout where my newest posts are just in the HUGEFUCK WALL OF TEXT I post up here.

Also, I DO have a twitter, a googles+, a tumblr and a faecbawks, y'know?

I usually have the info about in the side bar or in direct posts like this.

To my new followers, 'sup 'saaaaap! Velkommen to mein blogs. I do hope you enjoy reading, 'cuz writing is all I'm able to do right now.

To my old followers, I ain't got nothin' but love for ya. I've got a new featured link coming up soon alongside new posts to throw up for Soothe and Netflix This, as well as a new offering to throw at The Pen Is My Sword. For now, go read how I do punk lyrics.

Sincerely,

~That Bastard

EDIT: OH HORY FLEAKING CLAP, NEON WAS RIGHT! To all my readers, I apologize for the spotty word verification, I honestly thought that shit was taken care of already. For the record, it is NOW...and if they're still poppin' up, I'd really like to know.

'Cuz I just went through and deactivated every last one of 'em. If ANY of them have word verification up again, then it's proof that somethin' else is goin' on. Yes, I am that paranoid.

For my regulars, I thank you for puttin' up with my shit the way you have. Geez, I would've been complainin' like a mutha the MOMENT I saw someone with word verification~!

'Til next time~!

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Well here we are!

OKAY, sosososo I think I've ribbed Pope Tim enough. So with THAT stated, who's up for a new That Bastard On, eh? New Featured Link is UP by the way, go check out Not Worth Mentioning by our local commenter, Copyboy, at: http://jesseacohen.blogspot.com/

Go show love and let 'im know who sent ya, yah?

First and foremost, since NO ONE said anything about whether or not I should post up a literary blog (lol YET ANOTHER BLOG), I'm going to just go ahead and do it. I have some lyrics I haven't posted up at my DA and honestly I haven't been there in, like, forever anyway. So I'll pop it onto my Tumblr (which I haven't been on in ages as well) and the sixth blog whose name is in production.

Just to throw it out there, some of them started as poems but then became lyrics instead. I fucking hate my writing sometimes.

Now, to hit on the subject of commentary and such. Thanks to all y'all who shared your insight with me on that, and know that I'm taking your advice to heart. Basically I'll continue what I'm doing anyway, just commenting everywhere I want...but am in the process of pruning my goddamned dashboard down. In the very least, I'm going to comment less on those who DON'T hit me back, but in the very least I do enjoy their writing, y'knowwhatImean? So that's already saved me some time just doin' THAT - got caught up today in nothing flat.

To my regulars (and those whom I'm a regular of), I do apologize for the lack of commentary as of late. I know some of you dig my OMFGWHOLESERIESOFPARAGRAPHS style of commenting and replies I'm known for, while some of you merely gawk at the sheer size and immensity of them, then shelve them for later reading. My current work schedule is all over the friggin' place, and I don't think the client knows what the schedule is like.

Seriously, we're gettin' told on a friggin' daily basis. If I don't hear anything by Friday about the coming Monday, I never know until I get a wake-up call at six a.m. with a frantic "OMG CAN YOU COME IN?!"

God I hate being a laborer. Yet it's fun compared to doing nothing, and getting into the clerical field just ain't workin' out thus far even WITH my new certification and credentials. On the other hand I ain't givin' up...I'm not one for anything but perseverance.

But I won't lie to you, friends. It can be hard as fuck sometimes to keep doin' what I do, to keep striving and trying. But shiiiit, c'mon dawg, it's me!

I'm friggin' That Bastard over here! If ANYONE can survive and thrive, it's me...just gotta swim through the crap first.

...eugh. Not a good mental image.

SO, I'm going to be re-designing the blogs into something more along my personal designs. It's not that I don't like these templates, but I've never been one for templates to begin with - I like doin' my own thing. As of late I've been posting up at my blogs and lookin' at 'em goin' "dude, how CAN I make this look better..."

We'll see, we'll see. If I could RocketDock and pimp out my Windows XP desktop, I can do THIS of all things, y'knowwhatI'msayin'?

Continuing, I've also run across a small issue that needs to be dealt with. Some people simply don't know when I'm postin' up new stuff and, if so, which blogs. Now the question arises if it's on MY side or theirs that such information can be gained, but I'm certain there's a way (or three) for me to make it a bit easier on y'all to figure out where my newest stuff is and on which blog. So with that said, expect such a thing to occur, eh?

Until then, I'll install a chatbox and let you guys slander my good name and respectable blogs with YOUR filth instead of vice-versa.

OH, that reminds me...I've noticed that I don't get haters, only spam (every now and then - dude, whoever the hell you are you ain't makin' sense. Even in a babelfish kinda sense, you ain't makin' sense. I'm just sayin'.), so my question for you is: is it me? Do I somehow not engender enough hate in y'all or somethin'? Hell, if anything I seem to spread my rage around to some of YOU...which further reminds me, you should go read my The King of Fighters The Movie focused article on Netflix This.

Seriously, shit get's ragin'. To make matters worse, this was on top of my Judgement: Execution two-parter over at Soothe Your Freaking Beast, which did nothing to soothe ANYONE and seems to have only made their blood boil.

Good! That's what I'm here for, y'knowwhatImean? Spread the rage, get you pumped, and get a little crazy mydamnedself.

DID SOMEONE ORDER PIZZA? BECAUSE THIS PARTY IS ABOUT TO GET CA-RAZY!!!!



So yeah, a lot of THAT on top of just my initial anger at KoF and Street Fighter: Legend of Chun Li which I WAS going to watch...until The Ace (one of my best bros and a co-PIC and possible contributor to a video games segment here) hit me back over the phone about it.

Suffice it to say we kinda went into a rage-spiral, our anger just feeding on each other as we went over the particulars of the article. Somehow the idea of me writing a real script for KoF (and Fatal Fury) came up, and now I have yet another project hanging around: one-hour episodic movies chronicling the rise of KoF up to the current story arc, keeping it true to the original content and storylines.

'Cuz man, nothin', and I do mean NOTHIN' is worse than seeing a character get fucked over by medium translation. I actually went back and re-read the article and I was so pissed there were glaring errors and words missing in several places.

Heh.

Anyway, I'll be around, just probably going to post once a week until this work schedule gets figured out (the bastards)...'til then, stay cool y'all.

I'm still mad,

~That Bastard

P.S. - Did I mention I've also got a new Soothe Your Freaking Beast up? Got some sweet, sweeeet music from Detroit Metal City up there, and a quick overview of the awesomesauce that is that anime.

Also, to Genetics (http://thetruthaboutgenetics.blogspot.com), yes I do watch anime. And I'll only play Pokeymans with you if we can play in your yard.

'Cuz I'm like, "You wanna trade cards?"
Damn right, I wanna trade cards.
I can beat you 'cuz I got Cha-ri-zard.

Shit. Yeah. I went there. Oh fuck yes I did.

Saturday, September 3, 2011

...a quick, concise response to Pope Tim. (NSFW INCLUDED!)

WARNING: If you're easily offended or under the age of consent, you shouldn't be reading this post, yo.

Well, I know I'm known for humongofuckazoid posts and commentary and such, but y'know what? In response to Pope Tim's desecration of my blog, here is exactly the reason why I persecute and flame your people:

Flesh Volcano


Rarity's Cand-Flavoured Semen Shower


2.2


Sweetie Bell's Marshmellow Butthole


I told ya, bro. I'll respect your lifestyle decision on your blog.

Then you brought that shit to mine.

Yeaaaaah...this is comin' from a guy who enjoys anime occasionally. Your shit's retarded.

Now let's never talk about this again, okay bro?

Hey? Hey, dude?

I'm still yer homey. Just never, never ever, never ever EVER ask me to accept your shit, aight? 'Cuz naw man...just, naaaaaw man.