Was I the Last To Know

On the 15th of June 2008, we lost a brother.

something is missing...
perhaps theres something in the wires,
we never understood,
how to muster the creation of life,
he could...



Stan Winston passed away at age 62...
I only found this our recently though it occurred some time ago.
Big deal i'm making out of some random name you've probably never heard of before...

well...

He was only the man how brought pretty much everything you see on screen to life. Yes Anthony Stark, he powered your suit, as he powered the passion of many who aspire to be like him.

I really have nothing else to say,
I don't have to,
because what we're truly remembered by,
is the things that we do.


Stan, you will be missed...

Lets Put A Smile On That Face

Long story short... HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALEAWHALEHUGGER!!!!

I stayed up till 4 over the weekend preparing this, and a bunch of robo-buddies spent an entire month devoted to making someone a very happy little girl :)

*SUPPLIES!*

no i didn't bother documenting anything (physically) this time round because i really wanted to finish this ASAP! would have love to being that this would be the first short in which i actually have EMOTIONS on whatever it is I have chosen to bring into this world.

the idea came to me while walking to Leisure Mall a week ago or so. As I was thinking bout what to get lil Aleawallea for her 19-th little men started scurrying around in panic, looking for stuff on e-bay, digging through my iTunes collection and emptying out almost every cabinet in my head. Having the contents of my records (which were initially kept in those cabinets till they were emptied and later moved to Section 17 due to fumigation of Section 12) gone... every single item that I had surveyed as potential Birthday Gifts of reasonable price had pretty much vanished, and so did part of Reunion by STARS which, mind you was playing on my Sony at the time of the unexpected dump.

With nothing to think about (and of course nothing to remember) the little men went on poking into the right side of Section 42, sadly no meaning of life was uncovered but they found remains of one of my old creations... well relatively old creations per-say. Out of sympathy and the fact that I had accidentally switched over to The Lifting by R.E.M then men and I agreed to re-animate our long lost friend... We also agreed that I should stop staring back into my head every once in awhile as I had already landed my forehead on much tree bark over the pass few steps.

During the reanimation process it was concluded that I had to shut down the whole of the left brain... apparently I still had a some pie stuck in there from smack before I dropped math. Throughout the next three minutes and twenty seconds of The Lifting the men bickered bitterly in regards to how to devour it. Being at 3.142 it was ideally hard for the men to each have an equal share their attempt to calculate a (fair share for all) got three divisors and two squares jammed in there along with the pie, making it's crust almost unidentifiable and my left brain completely nonoperational. (I bet you just popped an artery)

The men were surprised and so was I that their senseless bitching about the simple task of eating a piece pastry had solved the problem.

Now with the right brain in full control resurrecting Bluball would be a sin ch! However all that bickering about pastry and math triggered something rather unexpected. You see the left brain may have been shut down, but every calculation, every word spoken had still somehow successfully established itself in the archives. Like binary, all this leads to a simple command... and the whole argument about pie lasting three minutes and twenty seconds translated into three simple words... "push the button"

Next thing you know, Ageless Beauty starts playing. Having no left brain to reassure me of whats logical and whats not, I began to hallucinate, spamming each plasma screen in the right brain with images of what I saw. Basically I realized that having such power to bestow life on the non-living, there was no need for me to bother with getting a present for dear ol Alea, I'll just leave it to my creations. I woke to realize that I had not gone through a state that Buddhist monks call enlightenment and what Curt Cobain called LSD... there, In front on the operation table stood my benevolent creation, perfectly blue and..... *CUT*

The film reel snapped, flinging the last few frames of Victor and his creature out the right ear lobe. I turned and looked around... all around me, Bluballs... not like the ones I had nurtured.. but.... ones with.. expressions, emotion.. feeling. I gasped and fell back in horror of the abomination that I had created *SHRED*

The blockage the mathematical devices created had blended my copy of Frankenstein as the men thought the book made crap sense... the math couldn't agree more.

*beep* the player died halfway through Ageless Beauty, my visions suspended in mid air, along with the pair of Homer Simpson boxers that just wont get back in my closet.

The math had finally finished devouring Shelly's book and the men decided to suck the admin's dick by giving him the pie in hopes of a promotion to "the ___ men" My left brain began to re-render itself consious, screaming numbers and "logic" right back through the right brain. The plasma screens fizzled and began replaying everything with every inch of logic forced in by the left brain, re-timing, re-trimming, re-raping every idea that had come to pass over the pass few minutes. The rush of logic enabled me to regain a sense of reality again.. which I regretted having unconsiously stepped on dog leavings that I had initially pictured as grapes for making fine wine.

Upon reaching home the left brain had completed it's restoration of my cerebral system, allowing me to review what I had seen, in proper terms.... only for me to say...

"No changes here..."

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALEA!