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OCT 11 2006
650,000 dead in Iraq? There must be a new Kirstie Alley movie in the making "Look Who's Genocidal Now".
OCT 9 2006
CreDi headquarters is getting an electrical overhaul tomorrow. Power will be off for hours. All of my machines keep asking me "will I dream?".
In the future public displays of affection will be outlawed and classified as "love crimes".
Since the internet is largely for porn has anyone come up with a USB powered "pocket pussy" yet?
(if so, someone please send me contact info)
OCT 7 2006
Half-finished work crawls around like the excised twin from the movie "Basket Case" - mocking me, making it difficult to cross the room. If I step on a piece of paper a nerve twinges inside me like the sensation of a phantom limb with an itch. An artist is like one of those animals that digests stuff and then regurgitates it for the purpose of nest building - like the guy in "Scanners" who sits inside his huge scultpture of a head in order to escape the voices in his head.
Artists are like the baby chicks who strain their necks skyward, mouths agape, squawking for food that never comes.
4am. Awake. Piss. Dream recovery. Hot beverage. Unfinished work.
OuToFTooN is trying hard to hit the comeback trail. Come visit and enjoy new things like -
If the World was a school America would be the gym teacher.
OCT 6 2006
I feel ripped off. I was in the Collegiate Model United Nations for two years and no diplomat or politician ever tried to get in my pants. Although I did have a fat, creepy middle aged English prof who kept showing up at my apartment wanting to smoke pot and "hang out".
What did that one Congressman say? The internet is "a series of tubes"?
I think he meant to say "a series of tube steaks".
Get To Know Me -
One of the best jobs I had was coming up with new lines of art and craft paints in the PLAID lab. In between tests and batches I'd do art at the bench.
When I was 16 I worked as a carpet installer. It was just me and the "boss". His left arm was partially crippled from a motorcycle accident. Since he couldn't feel what he was doing on nearly every job he'd slice open his left hand. I'd look over and blood would be streaming down his arm or hand.
Probably the worst job I ever had was working as a janitor in a beer factory. 90% of the workers there were mean. The trash cans in the locker room were always filled to the brim with empty beer cans.
Despite being overall unpleasant I couldn't figure out why so many of them looked like they wanted to kill me. Then I found out that a fellow janitor was going around telling everyone that I was a communist. Since half of them were Vietnam Vets needless to say it's a wonder I escaped alive. Thank God there was no napalm lying around.
The only friend I had there was a semi-retarded co-worker named Bruce. For some reason I've only ever gotten along with either intellectuals or the mentally challenged. For the most part Bruce was the only one who'd laugh at my jokes. Go figure.
I also worked at this place - around 25 or 30 years after this picture was taken. I discovered the photo and a bunch more in the basement and saved them from the trash can.
My buddy/coworker called the EPA on them and was fired. I stayed on for almost another whole year. BOY was that fun!
I did manage to evacuate the entire lab on two occasions with experiments gone awry. Ever see a small beaker of chemicals give off more smoke than a house fire?
OCT 4 2006
The Return of Lester Joy - Snuff Film Critic
Times of war are both bad and good for the international snuff film trade.
On the one hand most people get more than their fill of the eternal Reality Show Called Death on the nightly news (oh, that's right, they don't actually show any of the deaths on the teevee now do they?) but on the other hand, there's plenty of fertile ground for locations and affordable bit actors.
But please, let's not confuse the work of some jihadists weilding sharp swords with that of the handful of auteurs currently working in the snuff film biz. Comparing poorly staged beheadings to the visionary scope of such filmmakers as Morg LaRue is like comparing "Gigli" to "Brazil".
So now that Creative Disease has graciously offered me some space I'll be working to bring you some reviews soon. In the meantime, remember, if an "acting gig" sounds too good to be true it probably is.
Lester Joy Oct 2006
CreDi once had a mutated partial twin growing out of its abdomen called "poembryo" - don't know what, if anything, is there now. This video is a good example of why the growth was eventually excised.
Low brow is looking rather sophisticated to me at the moment.
Old Chinese proverb says:
"He who crows the most about morality has naked victim tied up in basement"
Please note the "Music Page" link to the left......still under construction.........
here's another from some time ago.......fairly reflects the current mood here at the Disease....
-Detachment- (Coe, Holtek) "Decline of Western Themes" MP3
There I was minding my own business working on my computer when my skin began to crawl and a bad taste saturated my mouth.
I rose expecting the worse.
I was not disappointed. Two doors down door to door Christians had infiltrated the 'hood.
Honey, get the Nietzsche. I'll get the dart gun.
Speaking of those wacky Xtians......my personal linguist and overall tormentor of truth David Rutland sent me this nice news piece about the never ending American 4th grade-mentality towards human sexuality and art: "Art Teacher Loses Job After Kids See Nude Sculpture"
Just for that here's a quick retrospective of breasts in my art - long live tits and dicks - may they forever scare and offend the adult-infants who dwell among us.
SEPT 25 2006
SEPT 24 2006
We've been cracking the whip on the organ grinding monkey. Here's some more musics -
"Mood shift shift back to good again. C'mon be a friend"
"It's like a discipline without the discipine of all the discipline"
"And if you wish it will still hurt as before. I can hear you breathing I know you're there."
"He who lives as children live - who does not struggle for his bread and does not believe that his actions possess any ultimate significance - remains childlike."
"karen put me in a chair fuck me and make me a drink I lost direction and I'm past my peak I'm telling you this isn't me no this isn't me Karen believe me you just haven't seen my good side yet"
"He drank panther piss and fucked the girls you're probably married to"
- Nick Cave
"The path to enlightenment is not reached by car and its landmarks will be signs on the soles of the feet."
"I'm going to do things to you that are beyond all known philosophies."
-Duran Duran (Barbarella)
"Man is a rope stretched between the animal and the superman - a rope over an abyss"
"I used to be carried in the arms of cheerleaders."
"B-b-b-baby he's screaming the truth. America, America is killing it's youth"
"Let's have some decorum."
"I don't care what weapons you use just as long as you keep me amused."
"Nag nag nag"
"In America, for every action there is an equal and opposing inaction"
"You know it's time we grow old and do some shit."
-Broken Social Scene
"Can you dig it? Can you dig it?
Can yooooo dig it?
-Sirus The Warriors
"I hesitate to deposit money in a bank. I am afraid I shall never dare to take it out again. When you go to confession and entrust your sins to the safe-keeping of the priest, do you ever come back for them?"
"Merchant and pirate were for a long period one and the same person. Even today mercantile morality is really nothing but a refinement of piratical morality."
"Like a dark stripe down the center of the night, two's as good as one."
- Arto Lindsay