| Fission Chicken Maquette |
[Apr. 24th, 2009|12:06 pm] |
Wouldn't you like to see the above design made as an actual maquette? (Fancy word for "figure".) Sure ya would! This design is up for votes at PatchTogether now... so if all you Chicken-of-Wrath fans reading this would indicate interest by voting... the FC maquette can be made a reality! Hotcha!
How to vote? Visit the FC maquette page... sign up on the PatchTogether site (it's cool, you won't get spam and it does not obligate you to buy), and then click the "Vote" button. That's it! Thankyou thankyou! |
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| SnowBuni in the Haunted House |
[Feb. 11th, 2009|02:08 pm] |
Boyee... maybe I should post something after all this time? Okay:
Heh heh heh, kiddies... here is a special spooky treat for you! Jeff Wood's Sylvalagi agent SnowBuni has gotten herself in a mighty strange adventure in a haunted house! In these pages, she must deal with the crazed creatures inhabiting the Cat-acomb beneath! Aiee!
This is part of a big project that grew out of the SnowBuni Halloween story contest. All sorts of beasties and dangers are depicted by such talents as Kyle Miller, Resa Challender (formerly Teri Wood), Jason Waltrip, Mike Sagara, Lightfoot, and of course Jeff 'n Kelly Wood. See it here ...and visit the SnowBuni site, too!
(And of course you should always visit Fission Chicken's site, too!)
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[Mar. 18th, 2008|12:17 pm] |
Ahh, here it is... yes, it's The Collected Fission Chicken, Vol. I, recounting the first adventures of the Chicken of Wrath! The sample copy just arrived, and boy does it look great. A handsome, glossy cover wrapped around 70 pages of such thrilling tales as The Creatures from Ineptune, The Real Awful Terror of Boogog, the big 3-part Marketing Experts from Beyond (which introduces the Vortoxians), Holiday Cheer - Musical Fear, and Head Games, where necromancer P.U. Evolcraft and the Vortoxians team for quick profits! And there's a bonus gallery featuring all the appearances of FC and his friends in the Amazing Heroes Swimsuit Specials! (And you get to see the very first published image of FC - even before his Critters days!) All this, available as a trade paperback, here:
http://www.lulu.com/content/2155677
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| How Long Has It Been? |
[Oct. 8th, 2006|01:14 pm] |
Eeee... it's been forever since my last post. Didn't even make one complaint about the roasting Summer weather. (The leaves seemed to fall earlier this year, undoubtedly because they were so well-cooked some weeks earlier.)
How about I complain about the seemingly endless CGI funny-animal feature duds being dropped into theatres? It's like there's some kind of law that each movie studio is required to produce and release lame, unfunny CGI critter flicks with (1) unconvincing moralizing, (2) unlikeable characters, and (3) fart gags.
Anyway, progress at the Fission Chicken site continues... just added a Shirt Shop. |
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| Linux! |
[Jan. 27th, 2006|05:59 pm] |
Hmmm... so I get the free trial of Earthlink DSL for 3 months, I then discover that
the Compaq PC HAS NO ETHERNET SOCKET. Surprise, surprise!
I still had an old Dell Optiplex GX1 that I found -- the floppy drive was toast,
but it still booted up fine. It had Windows 2000! But it had a heavy-duty security
system that would NOT yield to any startup trick to bypass the password entry. Burned
the Win2000 boot disk on CD -- tried some password-bypass apps I got off the net...
forget it.
By interesting coincidence, I had received some free Ubuntu Linux installation CDs
in the mail a day or so previous (from http://www.ubuntu.com/ ). Weeks ago, I found
that you could get a set of installation disks -- for PCs, Macs, and 64-AMD boxes --
just for asking! They even pay postage. (Also available for download, but I did not
have the ethernet, so forget it on dial-up.) There are any number of free Linux setups,
but I don't think anyone else is sendingout free disks. The Ubuntu folks are so keen
to get the word out, they'll send all the disks you want -- dozens, a hundred, so
YOU can give them out, too.
So-o-o-o-o... after deciding that the Optiplex/Win2X box had locked me out good,
I decide to try Ubuntu...what the hell. A search on the net yielded some very positive
reviews. I put in the CD, the installer runs in text mode, asks me a few questions
about language, partitions, etc. -- took about 40 minutes. And the upshot is...
it WORKS! It got me online with the DSL modem Earthlink sent! I just had it plugged
in and switched on while installing -- I didn't even have to configure it. When
I got to the Ubintu desktop, there was a notice that updates to the system were
available. And they downloaded them right away!
And there's software like Gimp (Photoshop GNU-style), Open Office, CD-rippers, etc.,
etc.... all sorts of stuff you expect on a major install. When I loaded and used
the Digicam app, it recognized the old RCA camera and loaded the photos right up.
(At first I thought the Optiplex had no sound card. But a few searches on the Ubuntu forums
showed that writing a statement into a certain start-up file would fix it... and it did!) |
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| Too Fookin' Hot |
[Jun. 13th, 2005|02:54 pm] |
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Aieeee... why is it so hot in early June? The air has a heavy floral/hay smell... BECUASE THE HEAT IS COOKING THE JUICE OUT OF ALL THE PLANTS! |
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| Dream w/ foul "Cat in Hat" |
[Mar. 13th, 2004|12:37 pm] |
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| | faint ringing in my ears | ] |
Last night I dreamt I was in some kind of huge supermarket/mall, becoming very annoyed at the appearance of Mike Myers's "Cat in the Hat," who keeps appearing out of nowhere to pester various people by acting as stupid as he did in his movie. Some kind of technonolgy allows him to do this -- maybe he's actually a hologram. He appears to take notice of my revulsion... I tell him to eff off. I then get hold of some transmitter-like object, smaller than my hand, and I start taking it apart, making some b-b type little metal balls fall to the floor... making the foul Myers Cat disappear! Relieved, I start picking up the b-bs. |
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| Yet Another Dream |
[Feb. 10th, 2004|07:16 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | U2: Achtung, Baby | ] |
... this one from March, 2000: I'm walking around the neighborhood, and see a big pile of interesting-looking junk being discarded. I go over, and see some little girls looking it over, too. Then these huge, dept. store-like inventory shelves appear, and I seem to have my own area -- I can recognize some of my stuff high on the upper shelves. (They're very big and sturdy, enough so to climb and walk on.) I climb down, and in the next row I see these metal camping utensils: forks, spoons, mess kits, etc., but they're covered with a layer of spongy black rubber, as if sprayed with automobile undercoat. A guy walking past sees the coated utensils, and I make some comment that causes him to laugh uproariously.
(And I recall thinking that it WAS a really funny comment... but I couldn't remember it when I awoke. You've had that happen to you, haven't you?)
More: up on the shelves, I dwell on the problems of playing Lucifer's role(?), and then become concerned that someone might steal my bicycle. Seeing my bike at the end of the parking lot -- there are other people, looking at other junk -- and I move towards it. Then a high, ivy-covered wall springs up before me. Can't climb it, have to walk around. Some goofy-looking blond guy can't climb it either -- he laughs.
[...] I'm holding a frozen pizza box (toaster-pizza kind). They've ripped-off my cartoons!! The box is covered with my old Fission Chicken cartoons... but they've changed his name!! (My cartoons are also printed on inside of box.) I'm shocked, angry; I look forward to suing these crooks. My Mom tells me to be careful with lawyers. I'm planning a course of action, when I see cereal box on shelf. At first it looks like theft of my work, but then the box depicts George of the Jungle.
[Yes, still more...] this dream includes a Three Stooges scene (Moe, Larry & Shemp) where they're mad at three violinists for taking their places. They start hurling fruit at violinists (who are dressed Edwardian style) -- an orange flies and lands in a violinist's mouth, more fruit bounces off them as they try to play violins, seated. |
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| Rubber Dart Battle |
[Feb. 8th, 2004|02:44 pm] |
Odd dream the other night: I was minding my own business, when some strange figure -- he looked like a really deteriorated/old guy, possibly undead -- asked me it I could repair the exoskeleton holding him up. It wasn't a high-tech exoskeleton, it was made up of random plastic and metal bits. I replied that I really didn't know how... I could take a whack at it, but he really shoud see a professional. He seemed to be happy, and declared to the sky what an honest man I was. I turn to go, and several school busses (with black windows that can't be seen into) drive past. Then I see, on opposite sides of a lot, two strange teams of guys dressed in random bits of military and industrial outfits preparing to have some kind of gun battle. I am a little worried, since I am standing directly between them, but then they start firing fusillades of flimsy rubber darts at each other. The darts just fly past in streams, and I put my hand in the barrage, and find they are utterly harmless. Then I see three floating things gliding past me... they look like baby moon hubcaps with rubber 'mouths' that spew out more of the darts. I reach out and stretch out the rubber rim of one of them, and it just snaps back as it glides along though the air...
Then I go to some deserted shower stand near the beach, and see a number of old dusty sunglasses there. |
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| Huh? |
[Feb. 3rd, 2004|06:36 pm] |
Q: What does the mayonnaise say when you open the refrigerator?
A: "You must suffer from auditory hallucinations!" |
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| Rotten Movies For/From Aliens? |
[Feb. 2nd, 2004|08:08 pm] |
Lousy movies have always been with us from day one, but 2003 saw the major studios dropping unprecedented loads of cowflop on the movie screens. The Core, Dreamcatcher, the Hulk, The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, Gigli, Marci X, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre remake, Dickie Roberts, the Matrix sequels, Uptown Girls, Timeline, Paycheck, My Boss's Daughter, Looney Tunes: Back In Action, The Cat In The Hat, et cetera, et cetera... it's good to hear, at least, that movie earnings were way down. (Deservedly so, in light of all the offal the studios were serving up.) Maybe the public is starting to hold out for better movies, who knows? I mean, when you go out to the movies, you get dressed, get family/friends together, maybe eat out, park in the local thousand-plex, pay $9-10 a head admission (plus another $20 each for popcorn), sit through twenty minutes of commercials and coming attractions... and after all that, you finally get to experience Gigli. Or The Cat In The Hat.
And after all that, you and your friends/family wander back to the parking lot, and drive back home. (Of course, another problem is with the simps and waterheads who talk on their cell phones - or their pals - like they were sitting at home in front of the TV. )
I mean, really, you're SUPPOSED to go though all that for the privilige of watching movies like the ones in the list above?? It's like more and more studio releases are made by aliens, perhaps from the Bizarro Planet... surely you know of the reverse-analogue to Superman: Bizarro Superman? And likewise the square planet known as Bizarro World?
In the comic books, we might see a Bizarro father and his young Bizarro son walking by a typically misassembled movie theatre:
Bizarro son: "Oh boy, Daddy, can we see this rotten movie?"
Bizarro Dad: "Okay -- you disobey me all day, so you entitled to reward!"
Inside, a Bizarro cowboy movie is playing -- shown in negative.
Bizarro Audience: "Hooray! Bad guy am getting away from Sheriff!"
Or, we might see the Bizarro audience applauding the crooked, misspelled word "Intermission" up on the screen (for 90 minutes):
Bizarro audience: "Wow! Yay!! This great Intermission lots better than feature movie!"
Bizarro kid: "Daddy, can we stay here and watch the next Intermission?"
And of course, Myers's "Cat in the Hat" was a big hit on Bizarro World:
Bizarro audience: "Ha ha ha ho ho ho ho!!! "Dirty Ho!" Ha ha ha ha ha ho ho!"
Bizarro woman: "Thing 1 and Thing 2 am so cute! Ha ha ha!!" |
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| HOW long has it been...? |
[Jan. 17th, 2004|07:06 pm] |
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Oh boy, look at how long ago my last entry was. (I've just been using this account to make an occasional comment on other's jounals.) Let's see, it's been cold as a bitch around here... had a strange dream last night where Christmas carolers were singing outside my front door (a month after Dec.), and I had a strange feeling of foreboding. I didn't go near the door, so I didn't know what they looked like... geez, I got nothing to write here, I just had to put something down. |
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| Weird Scene in the Supermarket |
[Apr. 17th, 2003|09:56 pm] |
Dream from 4/11/200: I'm in a crowded supermarket, talking with some people as I glue a Disney cutout to store display as a prank. Suddenly, it's night -- apparently at the supermarket manager's house; she's a young woman, sitting in chair, reading. Two feral-looking children appear, a boy & a girl, eating stuff from supermarket. (Boy seems to have a BBQ chicken.) They wave food at mgr., asking her if she wants some. Mgr. expresses annoyance that they took food [...] at end of store aisle, in kitchen, is a stove with cooking pot on it. Something inside pushes lid off -- fleshy mass pokes out -- then some revolting alien monster is standing before stove: 2-legged, man-sized, something like a flesh-colored jellyfish, no apparent head: nasty gargle/hiss from two dark tentacles across top... cancerous-looking. The 2 feral kids seem to be minions of this thing. Kids are still teasing manager -- girl goes over to monster to lead it to mgr.... weird, flabby, trunk-like appendage appears on top of monster with more nasty gargle/hisses. Mgr. at first doesn't see monster, then turns around and screams. Then I wake up. |
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| Anniversary |
[Apr. 8th, 2003|11:42 pm] |
| [ | mood |
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| [ | music |
| | Oasis: Definitely Maybe | ] |
Had a real nice time last weekend -- it was my Mom & Dad's 50th anniversary, had a big surpise party at the Quality Inn. (They were led to believe we were going to have dinner someplace else.) Theit names appeared on the electronic marquee sign outside, there was a big display of photos throughout the years, practically everybody from both sides of the family showed up -- what a bash! My sister worked like a Trojan on this. I even got a real haircut and suit for the occasion! Wow!
So, here's a dream from March 2000: [...] It's some kind of adventure with comics character "Marshall Law" & his assistant, racing around in ambulance -- they get his father, strange-looking and obstreperous, who is reclining in big clear plastic box. "Cold Pack?" Marshall says he seems to be okay, so they send him on trolley into hospital.
[...] I'm riding a bike alongside a friend (who I can't see clearly) on a smooth concrete bike path, next to a river on the left; there are trees around, it's late afternoon, and I'm happy to be there. Up ahead, there is a car parked on the left, with a couple of dogs near it. I slow to a stop, and see that one of the dogs is robotic! A big, long-legged breed with a bulldoggish snout -- made of bronze-like metal! (It's sniffing at car, unconcerned about me.)
[...]I leave my house, which is actually a combination of my family's house and an old friend's house; I can see 'his' old glass chandelier through big side window, and consider taking it down. I walk to some house/store and see a cramped counter with frosted glass sliding window... I'm looking for six-pack of beer. I hear people talking, but I don't see them. There are some kind of toy kits piled near a living-room window. I hear somebody approach the room I'm in, but he or she doesn't enter. (I was worried about what to say...)
[...] I'm riding my bike around Highland Ave. and Highland Blvd... I see some shelving units being thrown out. I go to inspect them -- they are sheet-metal, dept. store type. I inspect them intently, but they keep changing color and shape! One has remnants of old papers in it, another is packed with plastic frames containing linotype bits. I'm trying to decide if I can use any of them, and as I start to wake up, I realize it doesn't matter because it's just a dream. |
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| Laundromats & Rabbits |
[Mar. 30th, 2003|07:40 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | better | ] |
| [ | music |
| | R.E.M.: Monster | ] |
I'm just about over my cold! Hallelujah! And now there's some weird late-March weather -- it's supposed to snow tonight. Here's a dream from March 2000:
[...] I am near the Cumberland Farms store on Carr Avenue, interacting with some people. The old laundromat across the street bursts into flames! Firemen come to fight the fire. A grey-white pigeon flutters in front of me, and I grasp it with both hands. It twists its head around, nipping me with its beak. I put it on top of a refrigerator, and it calms down. [...] The burning laundromat turns into the Center Ave. Bar & Grill, only a bigger, grander version -- especially inside, where a long flight of stairs leads straight upwards through a richly-furnished apartment building. A sign says that cartoonist Steve Ditko is one of the tenants, but then it changes to another name.
[...] I am on the beach near my house, walking toward the water, when I hear lawn-mower sounds, and see grass clippings flying up from behind dune. I realize that the borough is doing drainage work on beach... I turn to leave, but I am surrounded by a vast maze of ditches and huge pipes all around me. I walk westward, and suddenly there is a huge suspension bridge above me -- several of them, in fact. I am disoriented: where did THEY come from?? Walking around underneath, I see some foxes and rabbits (real type, not anthropomorphic). They are conversing, but when they see me, the foxes stop talking to the rabbits, and walk away with deliberation. The rabbits then produce hats and canes, shuffling off in opposite direction in theatrical exit. |
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| Weird Show |
[Mar. 24th, 2003|10:12 pm] |
I'm working on the downhill side of a stubborn cold/flu. Lots of coughing, mucus, yech. Here's a dream from April 1998:
[...] I'm in the kitchen with my family, having coffee and cake -- yet I seem to be dead. That is, I'm standing around talking and all, but the conversation goes on about me being dead. Mom and my sister seem uneasy. I tell them about a story where a man died, and haunted the entire world by appearing on TV: prerecorded shows, new shows, all kinds of shows.
[...] I'm walking down by the east end of the amusement park, near parking lot, and I see a big yellow snail on the ground. I pick it up, study it, then put it back down. I look for a job where a Japanese cartoon character (young exec type) offers a digging job. Instead, I go to some house and assemble some plastic computer shelving for some kid.
[...] I am at some strange convention/talk show, with Karno Arnorsson as host. There are all sorts of people sitting at cafeteria-type tables in audience. (Some of them seem to be annoyed with me.) I see some prepackaged food products with Karno's name as brand label. There is some argument going on, when suddenly everybody rises from their seats and respectfully turns to look at the top of the stairs at the back of auditorium. An old gentleman is entering -- seems to be the guest of honor.
[...] I'm in a discount comic-book shop -- lots of comics packed in plastic, 5-for-a-dollar bags. The place has a medieval look, with lots of bright colors.
[...] On a bright, sunny day, I hurry down the street to catch a bus. A pretty woman stops me to ask what Karno's talk show was like. I tell her it was pretty strange, but I can't talk now -- I have to catch the bus! She sits down on a bench, and I rush around the corner, and I'm suddenly on a gigantic bus the size of a steamship. As the bus leaves, a cat-man (?) yells out for the driver to wait for somebody, but the bus leaves anyway. We travel a bit, and suddenly I'm out of the bus, near a school -- where a giant, orange, 20-foot tall stuffed animal is walking around, menacing people. Crowds of kids are bunched in enclosed yard. (John Cleese (?) is there.) Giant orange thing reaches down, grabs somebody, starts tearing him apart and putting pieces in 55-gallon drums. I see a photo-diagram where parts (legs, torsos, etc.) from males and females are to be put together interchangeably. Robin William's head is there. |
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| Bear Costumes & Bagels |
[Mar. 20th, 2003|05:52 pm] |
Oh man, I got a crappy cold or flu or something. Bleargh!
Dream from May, 1998: [...] I'm in a nice house somewhere, I seem to be 'house-sitting' it for the owners. Then some people in minimal bear costumes show up, happily talking and introducing themselves. Man indicates young woman to me: "And this is your cousin ______!" (Can't recall name.) It seems okay for me to leave now, so I go out in residential neighborhood, where some people are active near pickup truck and warehouse. The place turns into an area with high grass, as state police/sherriffs approach with shotguns. They don't appear menacing, but our hands are raised. Then lots more people are being rounded up -- I go up grassy hill with sherriff, avoiding huge pile of shit partly hidden by grass -- see other police talking to each other -- start back down. Sherriff steps in shit, slides all the way down hill. A variety of people, men, women, kids, old folks, all dressed for winter are moving down grassy hill. Scene turns into a doughnut shop (?) with evil, evil man with coarse, "satanic" features says to everyone in sneering voice: "Ohhhhh, I hope you all enjoyyyyyed the BAGELS, because they were all made with LARD!" Everyone else seems to be Jewish -- and outraged! Some scream, call him a liar; some approach him angrily. Nervous now, evil man calls police/sherriffs outside, but I hold the glass door closed. Evil man turns into a 6-inch vinyl decal on glass door. Police are still trying to get in, but I tear the head off the evil decal figure, and that ends it. |
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| Various Weird Stuff |
[Mar. 17th, 2003|02:23 pm] |
All this stuff is from a dream from June, 2000: I'm walking around town with my cat, Pomona. The front yards in town all seem very hilly and lumpy, like overturned earth. An orange cat then joins us; I look at ome card to see specifications of cats. [...]
I'm in a big house, and there's a futuristic entertainment center -- combines computer, game console, TV, etc., in one dark black block (about 1' x 2' x 5' ). At first there's a picture of a galaxy, but then it changes to some lousy rap number, like a commercial. I frantically try to shut it off (picures appear on all sides of block, which has increased in size to about 5' square)... then it does shut off, and I can now see tiny levers in front. [...]
I seem to be in a 1940s-style drama (in color) -- there's some truck-driver guy arguing with his girlfriend. She's naked from the waist down. He tells her to walk somewhere naked. She doesn't want to. (Neither of them are angry or upset.) Then she reclines, showing a good view of her butt and bush. "Truck driver" asks me if she's something, or what. [...]
I'm in some city, at night; it's all old brownstones and such. I seem to be able to appear anyplace I wish. I enter an office that's closed for the night. Somebody shows up and tries to question me. I tell him not to interfere -- and I demonstrate my power by causing a whisky glass to melt! There are some kind of weird insect beings that imitate people; they seem to come up from basements. (Creatures seem to inhabit human husks.) There are also some different beings in human husks -- aliens? -- that seem to be opposed to the insect creatures. [...] |
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