Wednesday, November 7, 2012

sexy dinners

Well, we finally saved enough money to buy a dining table.  So long breakfast bar!  Hello properly aligned spine!  We had this 6 seat black dining room set custom made to our design desires, at a wonderful price.  I look forward to eating many sexy candle-light dinners here, and probably hosting a few dinner parties too.


Wednesday, October 31, 2012

German tales of horror

What is more horrible than than horror itself?  German children's books.  Perhaps you know which ones I mean; "Struwwelpeter" and "Max und Moritz".  Struwwelpeter features mini stories about naughty children that face rather unfortunate (and terrifying) consequences for their disobedience.
 The picture above, features a boy that loves sucking his thumb, and consequently, gets his thumbs chopped off by a giant scissor-wielding maniac.  This is the the book that my mother used to frighten me into submission.  It still works to this day.
The above picture depicts a young girl who was told not to play with matches (repeatedly, by her talking cats).  Did she listen?  Clearly not.

You can read and see (and download) the full version on Project Gutenberg for free.  And no, you don't have to be able to read German to get the gist of the stories.  http://www.gutenberg.org/files/24571/24571-h/24571-h.htm

Max und Moritz is another "fun" German book which aspires to inspire terror in the hearts of little German children.  The stories themselves aren't terrifying; they starlight two naughty boys that are constantly plotting wicked shennanigans that befall innocent old people.  It is the tragic freak accident ending that endows a sense of discomfort in its reader.  I must have skipped the ending as a child, because I was constantly pulling pranks at the demise of "old" people.  My partner in crime and I bestowed upon ourselves the nicknames Maxina und Moritza (female versions of the naughty boys), and we were every bit as wicked as those boys.  In the end, the threat of having your thumbs cut off, or being burnt alive is far worst than...well, I won't ruin the ending for you ;)
http://www.gutenberg.org/files/17161/17161-h/17161-h.htm

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Succubus



I present to you my personal mix, the Succubus, a seductive and beautifully colored drink.

1 shot of Hibiscus lime liqueur (home made or store bought)
1 shot of plain vodka (Smirnoff will do)
1/2 shot freshly squeezed lemon juice
mix all ingredients well and pour over ice.  Top with club soda.
Enjoy!

P.S. for a virgin succubus (oxymoron!), I assume you could replace the hibiscus liqueur with a very strong sweetened Hibiscus tea.  I prefer to purchase whole dried flowers to make a stronger chilled tea (more like a juice, really) which I imagine you can purchase at any Mexican supermarket.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

e-motion


I love him more and more each day...

Friday, June 8, 2012

Interactive Art (The Dream Machine)


Wow.  Just wow.  I love artsy point and click games that encorporate music, story, dialogue and visual art to create an entire atmosphere.  Luckily for me, these games seem to be getting more popular  (Machinarium, the Dream Machine, Botanicula, Stacking, and although it is more of an adventure game, Limbo).  The Dream Machine, made by two "Swedish Nerds", has a unique twist to it: sculpture and stop-action style figurines.

Ever since I watched Gumbi as a child, I have been in love with this art form.  There is something palpable about three dimensional art that makes me feel like I am falling into a different world entirely; it draws me in, it claims my attention and mind.  So, naturally, when I saw The Dream Machine available on Steam, I felt drawn to it and purchased it immediately.  All I had to see was clay figurines and I was opening my pocketbook.

When I actually played it, I was even more impressed than I thought I would be. All parts of the game are constructed by hand out of clay, cardboard and paint.  The scenery is so incredibly detailed, that it feels like walking into an alternate universe where everything is made of clay.  Each scene and character has been painstakingly created to perfection.

The story is something outlandishly fantastic on its own.  Your character (Victor) starts his day out in a perfectly normal fashion, living his normal life with his normal pregnant wife after just moving into a new apartment that seems normal.  If you've seen Rosemary's Baby, then you know where I'm going with this.  In the building lurks a great mystery which you will uncover, and a great evil which you will have to defeat.  Victor goes from his normal life to a discovery which leads him through the dreams of others, solving puzzles and problems in order to get to the center of each dream, the lair of great evil that holds dreamers captive.

If you would like to try the game out, you can play it for free online, but I would strongly suggest purchasing it (on steam or at their website) because it is much better quality.  Also, of course, by purchasing it you would be supporting this wonderful art form.

You can try the game out here:
http://www.thedreammachine.se/

Happy gaming!

Friday, March 30, 2012

Pencil Face

"He'll help you draw, he'll help you erase; waste not want not...he's Pencil Face."


Just a few days ago I stumbled upon this jewl: a sufficiently creepy short film by Scad shorts.  The music, the pencil, and the eerie development of the story made me queasy with a quiet sense of horror.  It was much like an old German children's story book; a very very disturbing tale, with a righteous moral to be taught.  

Stupid Girl!

Monday, March 12, 2012

For Shame

I have had another spurt of blogging lethargy, as is probably painfully obvious.  Go ahead, spank me, I deserve it.  However, to be fair, I have had a wild ride for the last few months.

Anyway, we celebrated our first Halloween together: the most significant religious holiday on the calendar (just kidding!).  We dressed up like ourselves and went to the only fucking goth party in this entire fucking country.  FUCK!  I wore an underbust corset that I made a while ago and he wore a shirt that we jubilantly destroyed.  Below are some pictures we took after the party, which is of course why we look haggard and sweaty (not a bad addition to our costumes).  Ta-da!