Animated Storyboards -NOT cartoons.

Here's a few storyboards Tobe & I did in Flash, just to get to know the programs. The sound is horrid, but we didn't care about that. It was done in a bedroom with a computer mic. It was an exercise in lip synching and editing. Piss poor, but not bad for a first Flash attempt. Again, they're crappy, but I was really proud of the sets & character designs. Anyway, thought I'd share it with you. I got extra credits for actually animating my storyboards. I'm a real fuckin keener, no doubt, but it just goes to show, CHROMIUM takes no goddam short cuts. LIVE IT! LOVE IT!

PITTSBURGH PENGUINS CHAMPIONS - 2008/2009

Reunited & it feels so fuckin good! Gonna keep this short for a number of reasons: It hasn't really sunk in yet. I can't stop tearing up (fuck, it's been 17 years) & lastly I'm so biblically hungover. All I wanna say at this moment is that all my training...the beers ..the chicken wings eaten, & the victory cigarettes...it was all worth it in the end. Congrats to my beloved Pittsburgh Penguins & to the greatest city in the world, PITTSBURGH! A big ol' high five to all the heroes & the muckers & grinders that made this come true and to finally topple that sinister Red giant. Fuck, I'm crying again! I gotta get a Gatorade. grape.

Fuck you Hossa, you...you..Benedict Arnold!

R.I.P. David Carradine

So like any other typical North American dipshit I sat my ass down this morning and checked my e-mail. As I opened up tha' net I was greeted by a headline that gave me a bit of a shock: Actor David Carradine found dead at age 72. I suppose you gotta leave this toilet we call Earth sometime. But he wasn't just found dead. Oh no. Ol' David "Frankenstein" Carradine was found hanging in a luxury suite in Bangkok, Thailand. Talk about greasy.

I had heard rumours that Carradine was a career on-and-off alchoholic and had struggled with various drug addictions. Perhaps his demons finally caught up with him in his twilight. Carradine was one of the last graduates of the old school "work for your money" actors and was in many ways a stately product of a gritty, exploitation film environment. We here at Cr02 figured his passing deserved observation.

Personally, I've always loved Carradine for his role as the crazed, sadistic Frankenstein in the 1975 automobile slaughterfest Deathrace 2000. DR2K was one of the very first cult flicks I ever saw, and did so at a very young age. Lurid scenes of bodies flying into the air after being pulverized by demonically souped up cars had my young, tender sponge of a brain enthralled. It may have been low-brow and low-budget but Paul Bartel's gas-driven, violence drenched vision of the future struck a chord with me and led to a pursuit of like mided films that carries through to the present day. And let us not forget Carradine's character Frankenstein. A leather clad motor-murderer extrordinaire with one of the most vicious on-screen rides ever seen since Phantasm's '74 Hemicuda rode out to Morningside.

The irony-tinged retro fascination that our culture seems be in the grip of gave a bit of a second wind to Carradine's career in the years leading up to his apparent suicide. Most of that is due to his major role in the Kill Bill franchise. Personally, I've always found Tarantino and his big-chinned work pretty fucking irritating, but I admit it was sage of him to toss ol' Carradinus Maximus in the mix as the remorseless badass villain.

Rest in Peace old boy. May you rack up and endless score of mangled pedestrians and children in heaven!!! Ride on! --Slimer

The Power Remains.... Amebix live!!

Yeah yeah, I can hear you Chrome-hounds out there: "Where the fuck is Slimer!?" So I'm a little late for the blog party, but hey, shit came up and you can't rush excellence.

I'm checking in for the first of many posts to regale you all about having one of my musical dreams fulfilled last Saturday night as I witnessed the mighty Amebix live in the flesh. I admit there was part of me that was initially skeptical when I heard they were re-uniting for a tour with none other than Rob Mayorga behind the kit. For me and many others, Amebix is a very personal band. Those of you who are fans may know what I mean. They have a very evolved and potent aesthetic to them musically and especially lyrically. I've always felt they left a perfectly succinct legacy behind them when they disbanded. Could a live reunion tour after all this time really have the same powerful, singular, goosebump inflicting effect that their recordings have?

The answer is yes. Unquestionably. Holy fuck!

The day began early under the weight of a nuclear hangover. Spending the afternoon in the company of old friends sipping vodka from watermelons and properly Tying One On to a soundtrack of vintage metal and ALF impressions had me in the perfect state to see one of my musical heroes.

Many beers later as I watched The Baron, Stig, and Mr. Mayorga take the stage I couldn't help but scream primordially in excitement. As they strapped on their instruments and a wash of dark noise came over the PA I realized it: "This is going to be amazing". Their set was loud as fuck, tight, powerful and spanned their whole recording career. Rob Mayorga is a fucking phenomenal drummer and the perfect human being to be driving Amebix forward. I and countless others were blown away and simply enraptured by the spectacle of these warriors delivering their vision of the world. It was such an intense show that I admit I shed a tear or two during the chorus of Arise.

If you have yet to witness this tour, do it. THE POWER REMAINS.

HEAVY METAL BBQ'd 09

Heavy Metal BBQ'd 09 was a huge success & this years attendees: TOXIC HOLOCAUST, AGGRESSOR, SLAUGHTER STRIKE, CAULDRON & MIDNIGHT CHAMPAGNE fit the roster just rite. Hats off to Craig Rose management on another fine-assed day of dynamite bbq. The spread was incredible and several can of Tiger Beer and Pabst lost thier lives in honor of the event. I was kinda' concerned about Dave not making the event. Apparently, Dave work up on someone's lawn in Kensington Market after a Biblical night of binge drinking Friday night. But in true Slimer fasion, the BBQUTIONER showed up (late) "prettied & perfumed" with a fistful of African sausages (hahahahaha. that doesn't sound right).
TOXIC lads brought a bottle of Vodka & a watermelon but didn't soak it all night, so it wasn't absorbing properly. We decided ro scoop its guts out and just fuckin pour it in and drink from the melon. Things kinda got greasy at that point.
Despite all the festivities - the ACE LANE, TORCH,

HELL, TALON, & U.D.O. sing alongs, I couldn't help obsessively thinking of the hockey game. Alas, Craig had no cable. But Philly Z had a brilliant idea to hook up an acoustic guitar to the back of the tv through a string. Finally a practical use for that goddamn instument. Worked perfectly, but it didn't help the PENS win. FUCK.

A great night all around and went into the early morning.
05:37 I woke up in the pits of hell. I felt a wave of nausea come over me not felt since the GREAT HANGOVER of'97. I ran to the washroom, but sadly did not make

it, sending a spray of puke all over the kitchen, slipped on it in my haste, puked on the walls (and EVEN the fuckin ceiling), only to make it to the toilet for a final spit and defeated sigh.

The Pens lost again that day. FUCK SUNDAYS ANYWAY.