tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39585955574594028442011-04-21T15:20:42.385-07:00chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05463623914706595534noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958595557459402844.post-19082264669357605732007-12-06T19:14:00.000-08:002008-12-08T21:11:47.735-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B06pCoH_Q_M/R1i9Nglt91I/AAAAAAAAAAw/nlz49d8z0CQ/s1600-h/RobHalford1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B06pCoH_Q_M/R1i9Nglt91I/AAAAAAAAAAw/nlz49d8z0CQ/s320/RobHalford1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141067014427506514" border="0" /></a><br />God help us, it's getting near Jesus' birthday and I don't know WHAT to get him. Band-Aids? New sandals? What do you get for the kid who has Everything? Well, it doesn't really matter seeing as he's as fake as a pair of Malibu tits. He's kind of like Santa Claus; both of them have beards, they live in places inaccessible to the general public, they have reward systems based on good behavior. Except Jesus is dressed for the beach.<br /><br />Anyway, another year rolls around, and again society is claiming that if I love my friends and family, then I should prove it by getting them the new Black and Decker cordless cat neuterer, or a solid gold hat. No sir, this year I'm digging deep into the 8-for-1 section of the local DVD store. Maybe I'll turn up some straight to video gem starring Chuck Norris or that karate chick who had to kill those terrorists in that building like a girl Bruce Willis. Take that, loved ones!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3958595557459402844-1908226466935760573?l=deviousfuntime.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05463623914706595534noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958595557459402844.post-63928421017293416912007-05-10T14:09:00.000-07:002007-05-10T14:11:06.352-07:00I'm currently sitting in a computer lab in Creative Writing class: Non-Fiction. Therefore, I shall make up a lie: I was the one who killed Robert F. Kennedy.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3958595557459402844-6392842101729341691?l=deviousfuntime.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05463623914706595534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958595557459402844.post-31588970953390264922007-04-12T09:16:00.000-07:002007-04-12T09:17:01.917-07:00Artist Statement:<br /><br />Well, I was born a weirdo, so it was generally accepted that I would become an artist. 26 years later I was halfway done.<br />I suppose there was some stuff in between. Hey, it's your funeral...<br /><br />I used to draw when I was supposed to be doing math. I sucked at math, and I didn't sniff glue, so I had to have some outlet. Later, in high school, art class was the only class I liked, along with production tech (film making, using destructive, linear, 1998 S-VHS editing). After graduating, the only art I did was a few paintings. And working minimum wage, shitty jobs sucked balls. Nevertheless, I did them for nigh on to 5 years, before heading to Langara. It beats out driving auto parts, or humpin' bags at the airport.<br /><br />So I was a college boy now, and took a few classes before applying to Fine Arts. 24 months later, I was a happier, albeit still maladjusted young weirdo.<br />I do, though, still have something like three years left, just for undergrad, and a combined student loan/ credit card debt along the lines of $25000. But no, it's cool... I'm just... no, nevermind, it's cool.<br /><br />Chris C.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3958595557459402844-3158897095339026492?l=deviousfuntime.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05463623914706595534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958595557459402844.post-88470656064611439552007-04-11T17:19:00.000-07:002008-12-08T21:11:47.883-08:00<div>A fine maxim to live by, and one that I'm probably going to ignore. This is my Official Artist Statement, and will detail my experiance on this, the World Wide Interweb. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Actually, I have very little to say. I'll start with this: </div><br /><div>1) <strong>People need to stop using the word "blog"</strong></div><br /><div>It's so fucking annoying, I don't know what.</div><br /><div>2) This is not a serious, artist statement, silk scarves and gala openings website. It's closer than this, though: <a href="http://www.myspace.com/hardcorecrisis">www.myspace.com/hardcorecrisis</a>. I transcribe foul smelling letters for a degenerate pervert, and he won't let me include my own thoughts.</div><br /><div>3)<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B06pCoH_Q_M/Rh19h4Pdv_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/IccJxWzCy6Q/s1600-h/Gracie+with+laser+beams+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052332377965969394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="167" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B06pCoH_Q_M/Rh19h4Pdv_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/IccJxWzCy6Q/s320/Gracie+with+laser+beams+2.jpg" width="241" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>4) <strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">PEOPLE NEED TO STOP USING THE WORD "BLOG"!!!</span></strong></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"></span> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3958595557459402844-8847065606461143955?l=deviousfuntime.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05463623914706595534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958595557459402844.post-11441719769828030602007-03-26T15:50:00.000-07:002007-03-26T15:52:28.836-07:00This shit's gettin' EXTRA fancy!<br /><br />Deep Eyes<br /><a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=dxmbapd-9bI">http://youtube.com/watch?v=dxmbapd-9bI</a><br /><br />Execution#5<br /><a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=trpQmxNfIF8">http://youtube.com/watch?v=trpQmxNfIF8</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3958595557459402844-1144171976982803060?l=deviousfuntime.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05463623914706595534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958595557459402844.post-24285415644718115782007-03-01T10:41:00.000-08:002008-12-08T21:11:48.098-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B06pCoH_Q_M/Recew7lJWnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/XHeQWoSuvFc/s1600-h/13+-+Charcoal+on+paper.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B06pCoH_Q_M/Recew7lJWnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/XHeQWoSuvFc/s320/13+-+Charcoal+on+paper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037028534213237362" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B06pCoH_Q_M/RecerLlJWmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4kdMCJbTeYM/s1600-h/12+-+Carved+soapstone+with+wood+base.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B06pCoH_Q_M/RecerLlJWmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4kdMCJbTeYM/s320/12+-+Carved+soapstone+with+wood+base.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037028435428989538" border="0" /></a>Bitch slapped!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3958595557459402844-2428541564471811578?l=deviousfuntime.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05463623914706595534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958595557459402844.post-33767367420500980482007-02-03T20:26:00.000-08:002007-02-03T20:38:16.549-08:00Saw the Roots on Thursday (February 1st, 2007, 7th year of the 21st Century and in the 3rd Millenium, Year of the Pig, International Heliophysical Year, around 9:00pm).<br /><br />Fantastic show, which revived my faith in hip hop, which had (only a couple weeks ago) been tested by a lacklustre Snoop Dogg show (well, Ice Cube kicked ass).<br /><br />Lots of funk, lots of soul, and lots of jazz. All three of which today's hip hop is severely lacking, with Gnarls Barkley, OutKast, the Beastie Boys, and the Roots as exceptions (among a few others).<br /><br />Started late, as hip hop shows tend to, and finished around 1:20am. The openers were tedious, but once the Roots were on stage there wasn't a boring moment from start to finish, with their hits, plus oddities like Led Zeppelin's "The Immigrant Song", and the Police's "Roxanne" thrown in for good measure. Bitchin'!<br /><br />Next show I see is The Zombies on March 11.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3958595557459402844-3376736742050098048?l=deviousfuntime.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05463623914706595534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958595557459402844.post-6444084276839045102007-01-28T12:11:00.000-08:002007-01-28T12:16:08.691-08:00Well, it's winter time, here in the Great White North. Saying that, I'm currently looking out my window at the verdent pasture that appears to be my back yard. Yes, we've been lashed by winter storms, but that was all in November... mostly.<br /><br />Look, all I'm trying to say is that winter isn't what it used to be, okay? Get off my back, for fuck's sake!<br /><br />Anyway, look for links soon to completed projects. Basically, when I feel like it.<br /><br />Kiss kiss!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3958595557459402844-644408427683904510?l=deviousfuntime.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05463623914706595534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958595557459402844.post-57576802045822448392007-01-11T10:23:00.000-08:002007-01-11T10:25:11.733-08:00Well well, a chance to STRIKE BACK (metaphorically) at the MAN (also a metaphor) with HARSH LANGUAGE and SATIRE!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3958595557459402844-5757680204582244839?l=deviousfuntime.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05463623914706595534noreply@blogger.com0