The comic, if you haven't already noticed, is gonna be late. I'm pushing it back to Sunday- I had a very physically and emotionally stressful day today and all the funny drained from my bones. I'm sorry, but I'm not prepared to make it Bowie-centric either. I realize I don't really want to do that one until I have the right tools(like a tablet). However, Sunday I'll be pretty much clear from all work so I'll try to draw up a nice buffer zone to ensure that I don't have to be late on comics so much.
In other news, we've casted a few pods so those will be up soon- probably tomorrow. And, free time permitting, will start podcasting regularly. Its something Astrozombie and I can do that isn't very stressful and it also allows him to remain active with the site despite his very busy woman-filled schedule.
And by woman-filled I mean he's a woman and he's filling his time with womanly things.
Anyways, I also plan on Thursday being poetry and story night so expect some slammin' rhymes, yo.
As you can see, we are trying to amp up the content level to over nine-thousand.
And there is a secret surprise that will show up sometime soon. Let me tell you this, its gonna take a shitload of work to get it off the ground, so don't expect this secret to be revealed too soon as I don't want to be the preemptive asshole that I've been in the past with this site. Two weeks from now I plan on having pictures- so drop by then if you don't really want to be a regular; I'll really need some audience support on this.
So that's whats been happenin with the site recently. Drop by tomorrow for some more bi-minutely content.
Peace,
Fenghar The Nord
Poem 1: Hunting
The first poem I wrote today. Here we go:
gunpowder smoke
licks his nose
tingling pain
no feeling in toes
drunk on power
lowest of lows
screaming in distance
the fleeing of crows
02 April 2009
I was inspired recently, so I shall share with you some poetry I wrote. Astrozombie will post some of his own soon too.
Here we go:
Heat Lightning
Hot Miami Night
Spark in the alleyway
bright loud night
Smoke and Blood trail from a hole in a man who is already broken
A crimson smile drips from his face
Sick Grin, Dead Man
Gunpowder Derby
That was not a serious poem. Really, I just wanted to write gunpowder derby at the end of something. So I wrote that.
Robot Lovin
Hard to Get
Stuck it in an Oven
Burnt a bit
Sexy readout voice
Tempted me
So I made the choice
Preemptively
Mechanical Abstinence
No more stuffin' cogs
Now I'll waste my pence
On stuffin some dogs
That was an inappropriate poem. I'm sorry for that. I won't do that again. Actually I will so shut up.
At the peak of day
I laid there, back susspended
I felt floating, though there was hard rock
beneath me
My Brother was waiting
Two sandy obelisks pierce the sky
There are Holy words on them
Words spoken, listened to, etched in, and saved
above me
My Brother was waiting
A man dressed in blood stained jewelry was speaking
I did not hear, for the words he spoke were for
the huddled peoples, at the base of the pyramid
below me
My Brother was waiting
Something caught my eye
The man held silver in his raised right hand
So sharp it cut the sun
above me
My Brother was waiting
The people's muttered prayers rose to a cacophony of wails
The man's hand came down upon me
The orgy reached climax as I, separated, spun freely
below me
My Brother was waiting
The faces curdled and mixed and swirled
But at the bottom I recognized one settled in a crimson puddle
As the roaring drained out of my ears I heard a whisper
I knew
Above me, my Brother was waiting.
STOP LAUGHING AT ME I'M AN ARTIST SHUT UP I HATE YOU
Now, for the first part of the first installment in my new series of Haiku Stories that I am announcing right now. Take it like a man.
i woke up in there
strange familiarity
"this can't be my house"
blood stained the walls- floor
screams below cracked the silence
i grabbed my tin bat
i tore down the stairs
it wasn't too dark to see
i didn't want to
for there stood a man
and there laid my family
dead, torn, and broken
i don't remember
can't tell if I was screaming
but I killed that man
something had happened
my vision started to blur
there was a sharp silence
the white seemed nothing
muddled faces surrounded
i ached all over
all mouths were empty
opened wide for some purpose
a darkness swept out
their feet touched no ground
i was covered in silence
their hands never moved
i heard a noise though
more though like i felt a noise
a friendly face shown
he swung a barbed club
breaking the mouths of demons
"lets go" he told me
we broke out of there
but we were closely followed
their numbers increased
his pace fell behind
his screams never broke my gait
it wasn't my fault
it wasn't my fault
they kept following
it wasn't my fault
i lost my movement
legs pumped; but i stayed in place
sobs shook my body
they came in closer
Oh please it wasn't my fault
then everything stopped
AND
I
FELL
Okie dokie, I'll go round up Astrozombie and get him to post his now.
Drop me a comment mebbe?
Here we go:
Heat Lightning
Hot Miami Night
Spark in the alleyway
bright loud night
Smoke and Blood trail from a hole in a man who is already broken
A crimson smile drips from his face
Sick Grin, Dead Man
Gunpowder Derby
That was not a serious poem. Really, I just wanted to write gunpowder derby at the end of something. So I wrote that.
Robot Lovin
Hard to Get
Stuck it in an Oven
Burnt a bit
Sexy readout voice
Tempted me
So I made the choice
Preemptively
Mechanical Abstinence
No more stuffin' cogs
Now I'll waste my pence
On stuffin some dogs
That was an inappropriate poem. I'm sorry for that. I won't do that again. Actually I will so shut up.
At the peak of day
I laid there, back susspended
I felt floating, though there was hard rock
beneath me
My Brother was waiting
Two sandy obelisks pierce the sky
There are Holy words on them
Words spoken, listened to, etched in, and saved
above me
My Brother was waiting
A man dressed in blood stained jewelry was speaking
I did not hear, for the words he spoke were for
the huddled peoples, at the base of the pyramid
below me
My Brother was waiting
Something caught my eye
The man held silver in his raised right hand
So sharp it cut the sun
above me
My Brother was waiting
The people's muttered prayers rose to a cacophony of wails
The man's hand came down upon me
The orgy reached climax as I, separated, spun freely
below me
My Brother was waiting
The faces curdled and mixed and swirled
But at the bottom I recognized one settled in a crimson puddle
As the roaring drained out of my ears I heard a whisper
I knew
Above me, my Brother was waiting.
STOP LAUGHING AT ME I'M AN ARTIST SHUT UP I HATE YOU
Now, for the first part of the first installment in my new series of Haiku Stories that I am announcing right now. Take it like a man.
i woke up in there
strange familiarity
"this can't be my house"
blood stained the walls- floor
screams below cracked the silence
i grabbed my tin bat
i tore down the stairs
it wasn't too dark to see
i didn't want to
for there stood a man
and there laid my family
dead, torn, and broken
i don't remember
can't tell if I was screaming
but I killed that man
something had happened
my vision started to blur
there was a sharp silence
the white seemed nothing
muddled faces surrounded
i ached all over
all mouths were empty
opened wide for some purpose
a darkness swept out
their feet touched no ground
i was covered in silence
their hands never moved
i heard a noise though
more though like i felt a noise
a friendly face shown
he swung a barbed club
breaking the mouths of demons
"lets go" he told me
we broke out of there
but we were closely followed
their numbers increased
his pace fell behind
his screams never broke my gait
it wasn't my fault
it wasn't my fault
they kept following
it wasn't my fault
i lost my movement
legs pumped; but i stayed in place
sobs shook my body
they came in closer
Oh please it wasn't my fault
then everything stopped
AND
I
FELL
Okie dokie, I'll go round up Astrozombie and get him to post his now.
Drop me a comment mebbe?
I like bukake
Once I get a tablet these will look so much better, honest and for truly!
Once I get a tablet these will look so much better, honest and for truly!
30 March 2009
So I'm "tweeting" on the "twitter" now, "yo". Whatever that means.
I'm mainly doing it so I can stop flooding facebook with status updates, but I'm also doing it so you guys(whoever you are) can watch me slowly slip into a drug and alcohol fueled depression through the ease and convenience of mobile phone updates.
Until I become super internet famous and have to start being an asshole to all my fans because I need to keep my image I'll reply to everyone I can. Except for the times when replies aren't really necessary. But I'll probably reply then, too, because I hunger for any kind of human contact.
HA HA HA HA HA- JUST KIDDING GUISE I'M NOT CRAZY HAHHAHHEHEheheheoHoHo
Check out the sidebar to your right, please. Think of it as a charity to someone who is in need of validation of their existence.
I'm mainly doing it so I can stop flooding facebook with status updates, but I'm also doing it so you guys(whoever you are) can watch me slowly slip into a drug and alcohol fueled depression through the ease and convenience of mobile phone updates.
Until I become super internet famous and have to start being an asshole to all my fans because I need to keep my image I'll reply to everyone I can. Except for the times when replies aren't really necessary. But I'll probably reply then, too, because I hunger for any kind of human contact.
HA HA HA HA HA- JUST KIDDING GUISE I'M NOT CRAZY HAHHAHHEHEheheheoHoHo
Check out the sidebar to your right, please. Think of it as a charity to someone who is in need of validation of their existence.
29 March 2009
We have 150 posts!
That's a lot.
Anyways, here's yo next comic! A slight break from the apocalyptic theme- depending on how you look at it.
I'm gonna try to do hand-drawn comics from now on because they are quicker and less frustrating to do. I'll also try to learn how to colorize on the compy.
I'll also also learn how to draw better :(
This comic deals with rage related to aquatic animals.
That's a lot.
Anyways, here's yo next comic! A slight break from the apocalyptic theme- depending on how you look at it.
I'm gonna try to do hand-drawn comics from now on because they are quicker and less frustrating to do. I'll also try to learn how to colorize on the compy.
I'll also also learn how to draw better :(
This comic deals with rage related to aquatic animals.
28 March 2009
Attention: Serious post that isn't very funny coming up.
So me and Fenghar have had several in-depth discussions about the future of Slatfatf. We've been talking about what exactly we want to do with the site, where we want it to go, and how this is coinciding with our social lives and educational lives. Anyways, here are some key points:
- blogspot/blogger is a fairly limited host that no longer fills our needs
- our hits are fine, but they could be higher
- we don't post as often, and by we, I mean I haven't been.
- we don't desire to make money from this site, at least not currently, so we will still be ad free
Thanks for reading this non funny post about the future. Thanks a lot.
You prick.
27 March 2009
Today, we see our hero gettin' a bit saucy with Abaddon.
Hurm, hope this post works right...
EDIT: It didn't, but it gives me hope! If I downsize my images I can make them fit on this layout real nice- and if we get a better css template then maybe we can find one with a nicely expanded main column so it will be even better for comic and picture placement and I won't have to thumbnail everything or cut it together.
It might also allow me to do alt text which- even with the images straight up on the page(rather than thumbnailed) didn't seem to be appearing. HOW FRUSTRATING IT IS TO DO WEBCOMICS!
Hurm, hope this post works right...
EDIT: It didn't, but it gives me hope! If I downsize my images I can make them fit on this layout real nice- and if we get a better css template then maybe we can find one with a nicely expanded main column so it will be even better for comic and picture placement and I won't have to thumbnail everything or cut it together.
It might also allow me to do alt text which- even with the images straight up on the page(rather than thumbnailed) didn't seem to be appearing. HOW FRUSTRATING IT IS TO DO WEBCOMICS!
25 March 2009
I'm a total piece of crap who is going to ditch putting up a comic for you guys because I got a second chance on submitting an essay that was due today for a contest because my teacher liked the first draft so much.
This is doubly terrible because it should've been no problem for me to up a comic if I had drawn it already.
Hopefully it will be up on Tuesday, or even later today.
Wish me luck! The prize is 1000$ in cold, hard cash all of which will go towards my film career. That reminds me- I'm planning on the art design, character design, storyline design, co-voicing, and co-writing a little short show for you guys.
It will probably involve puppets and insanity.
Of course, I promise these kinds of things a lot so don't expect anything. I want it to be a surprise anyways.
This is doubly terrible because it should've been no problem for me to up a comic if I had drawn it already.
Hopefully it will be up on Tuesday, or even later today.
Wish me luck! The prize is 1000$ in cold, hard cash all of which will go towards my film career. That reminds me- I'm planning on the art design, character design, storyline design, co-voicing, and co-writing a little short show for you guys.
It will probably involve puppets and insanity.
Of course, I promise these kinds of things a lot so don't expect anything. I want it to be a surprise anyways.
23 March 2009
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