Actions of a Brutal Police State: or How I Learn to Further Dislike the NYPD…

This is yet another video showing the brutality of the NYPD officers during the Critical Mass Ride in Times Square. This video shows the unlawful and inhumane actions taken by the supervising officers. This includes unlawful arrest & seizure, excessive force, violation of multiple Constitution rights, and other heinous actions. This occurrence is not one-of-a-kind.
Stop Police Brutality. Understand your Constitution rights to freedom of press, speech, assembly, etc.

Making NYPD Accountable

My few second film debut

The teaser trailer for the new episode of “The Weakness” is out! At around 1:03 on the video, you will see my gigantic hand thrust a taser rod at the screen. The smaller monk is Kathleen, and I am the big monk with the day-glo hands.

Lauren & James are fab to work with.. I highly recommend them.

Enjoy the teaser. New ep is out next week.

A new venture into film work….with people who ACTUALLY know what they are doing! :)

So last night was my first night of filming as a bit character in the vampire noir serial, “The Weakness”.  I got to wear robe and attack a vampire in the Duquesne Cathedral. O.o Wow. It was so much fun and made me realize that I need to work with this director again. For those of you who have not seen the serial yet, I will give you the link.

http://theweakness.wordpress.com/

Needless to say, I am hooked. So much for relying on filmmakers who just do not know how to get their shit together. Not to knock the director in question, but LZ is much MUCH better at what she does. ^ . ^

Love and kisses, Dark Ones.

Bleakness....

The Great Fook Uu!

THIS IS TAKEN FROM A FRIEND ON MYSPACE< ABOUT A MUTUAL x-Friend:

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.. this is my first completely public post in quite some time.

the reason that it is completely public is that the person that this post is geared toward is no longer on my friend list and i kinda sorta hope she reads this.

now, just so you know – i know exactly how cowardly this is.  there is no need to tell me.  but sometimes someone just tries to suck your soul out of your asshole just so they [and usually a partner - normally, a spouse, lover, sibling, or best friend] can take said soul [formerly of your ownership] home to shred and gnash and mangle…

…all so they can later brag about it to their other ‘friends’ and talk about how badass they are.  you know – the kind of person that makes up fights they supposedly got into or exaggerates every word when talking about some past argument, pretending that they actually have half a brain capable of coming up with insults that were probably stolen from comedy central.

this is the chick that proclaims ‘i’m fat, so i MUST be awesome’ and in the same breath laments being overweight and rehashes her struggles to lose the weight.  yes, you can be fat and fabulous [please, my well-rounded lovelies - don't attack me, i'm no stick either].  but that normally takes a decent personality.

this is also the chick that proclaims her bitch status from the rooftops.  she tells you that everything you ever loved, wanted, or dreamed is worthless [meanwhile, she wants everything handed to her on a silver platter with no real effort], and when you dare show any emotion other than glee that she ripped apart your life in a flurry of poor judgement [in public], she uses her ‘bitch’ status to excuse her behavior.

but when someone dares to tell her that they cannot afford an after-dinner sundae, she threatens to leave whoever she drove to said dinner, divorce the person who burst her bubble, and lash out [often violently] at anyone who tries to comfort her.  all in public.  all in front of friends who can barely sit there for the next 20 minutes in uncomfortable silence.

everything of yours is up for single-minded abuse, but there is a laundry list of subjects or opinions that are completely inutterable in her presence if you ever want to even retain your nice-person reputation amongst her backstabbing, ghetto friendship circle…  and why would you in the first place…

to put it simply, she can dish it out in spades [whether she uses logic or mind-blowing lovecraftian ia ia cthulhu fhtagn madness inducing childishness... you get the idea], but she cannot even accept a kernel of truth wrapped up in fluff that you only tell her to spare the sanity of everyone involved.

yet when she is down, the whole world stops for her tears – or at least she wonders why it doesn’t.  she says ‘here i am – a hardcore bitch – take me or leave me’  and wonders why no one is there to catch her when she falls.

the truth is, there is nothing hardcore about being whiny and emo every single day.  and as far as where everyone else is – well, they’re off licking their wounds and trying to steel themselves for round 567 just to keep her in their life.  and the whole ‘why’ thing…  well, i got the whole ‘why’ thing several months ago…

…when she said that she was so upset that the very idea of human contact made her ill.  i took it at face value, knowing that everything about the decent life i built for myself enraged her…  so i gave her a few days to cool down.  right when i was about to call her, i got the notification.  she wondered why i did not respond, assumed i abandoned her, and began to verbally bash me to everyone who would listen – including MY friends that i introduced her to in the first place.

i wrote her off, but kept her in the peripheral, hoping that someday she would wonder why no one gave her sympathy when she was complaining about not having food  and 5 minutes later talking about her wow character.  yeah.  i hoped she would realize the work she needed to do with herself.

i only received one attempt at communication, and was too unsure if she was ready to be an adult for once to respond.  alternating blogs were popping up left and right about how she was just a bitch and the WORLD failed HER  and others revealing fake apologies about how she is a screwed up person and needs to be generally nicer [or just smarter].  but just when you thought it was safe… even once or twice with my phone in my hand…  another self-satisfied blog about how she rules and relishes in her ‘bitch’ status and does NOT feel badly about any of her behavior gets posted…

and to top it all off, she posts really nasty things, leaves them up for 30 minutes [maybe a slight exaggeration] and takes them down.  now, i know i am no angel with this.  i have taken down blogs that revealed too much, offended certain people i care about, or caused too much controversy…  but i’ve always left them up long enough to appreciate the consequences of my words.

i also know that i’ve done my share of whining the last few weeks, but damnit, look at all that happened – i had a fucking right to a few days [total] of emo-ness until the first steps could be taken to remedy said situations.  and i’m so over it.  i cried, i vented, i’m done.  i may update on how said situations are going, but i’m done with the melodramatic ‘woe is me’ comments.

so when said woman is younger than i am, in debt up to her eyeballs, living with parents, unemployed, broke, failing out of college [which she never attends] and a myriad of other things that are obviously everyone else’s fault….

and still plays wow, eats out, buys slinky shoes, and drives all over the earth…

and the only problem she thinks she has is a problem conceiving a child…

and then CALLS US ‘WHINERS’ OUT IN A BULLETIN EXPRESSING DISPLEASURE OVER ANYONE WHO COMPLAINS ABOUT EVERYTHING FROM THEIR ‘USELESS LIVES’ TO THE ECONOMY [which, by the way, is always responsible for her and her hubby's regrettable lack of decent employment] AND EVEN MY MOST LAID-BACK FRIEND IS INSULTED BY HER APATHY FOR EVERYONE OTHER THAN HER OWN WASTE OF SKIN SHE CALLS A BODY…

i know i’m being a coward…

but you guys know people like this – and didn’t you ever want a chance to bust out after over a year of verbal abuse that you politely took and took and took…  WITHOUT any real chance of hateful repercussions…

yes, i’m a coward, but someone needs to say it.  and i probably have the most to lose.  but since no one else will, i have to.  so excuse me while i protect my own ass for once instead of sticking it out there, bare for all to kick like i normally do.

i am so glad that i no longer kiss-ass to anyone other than hubbies [he needs encouragement sometimes], parentals, krazy pgh kops, or people that have control over my rent, utilities, or job [when i have one]…  [sounds hypocritical, but i've always used this logic - if i cover my tats for a few hours a day, i can make mad money to get more tats...  and pay the bills]

so this is my cowardice, i guess.  but how fair is it when i hold my tongue for months while she can spout whatever she wants about me and thinks i won’t figure it out…  when i’ve been angry enough to write volumes on her without ever showing them to anyone…  i mean, the moral high ground does get so lonely sometimes…

so i’ll sink to her level for 48 hours.  i have some things i can use to bring me back out of it – it’s called intelligence and self-respect.

this is not my elevation to ‘bitch status’.  this…..  is……..  my………….. BACKBONE.  [yes, that was a 300 reference]

so while disgust motivated me to write this, upon rereading it, my mood turned to laughter.

two words.

I [fucking] WIN.

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Word.

Band names, song titles, and other tongue-in-cheek randomness…

Behold the Ellipsis

Bukkake Slamdance (I love this one)

England’s Police Office Poofs

Bjorn to Be Wylde (An ABBA & Black Label Society Cover band)

Higgs Boson Afterlife

God. It’s Me, Lucifer

Lord High Santa

Alighieri’s Allegories

Be My Sticky Bitch

My Other Dog is a Cat

The Ministry for Office Affairs (wink wink)

The Hills Are Alive with the Sound of Screamin’

Biking With Tyson

Ecstasy of a Pathologist

Bodacious Ta-Ta’s

“Off to Sleep I go. Tomorrow is a looooooooooooong day.”

Were off to see the Izzard, the Wonderful Izzard of Oz

My first post and guess what? My wife and I are going to see Eddie Izzard at the Benedum, here in Pittsburgh, today. We are so excited! This comedian is one of the best out there.

Cake or death?

Cake, please…

Oh, sorry, there is no more cake.

The tickets were a wedding present to ourselves. What a hello of a nice thing we did for ourselves.

When we return, I will tell you all about the show.

-Troy S.