No blog.

this might stay quiet for a while. there's a bit of a family unit tragedy happening. I can be barely bothered to eat so fuck blogging. first person to ask me whats wrong or offer some sympathy will be brutally beaten.

the blog will get better.

I but ya all wondering "hows jacks army? the slaaneshi spectres? any new stuff?"

well....as you mention it yes. yes there is. my troop count has risen to a respectable 8. Joe phipps the bastardo who got me into this terribly geeky shite has a slighty more respectable 402 infantry men. and a fuckload of tanks. yeah! well his ones don't all have names! I currently have Solust (sarge) Saggram (simmons) Gotraff (grif) Dekance (donut) Caelbas (caboose) techka (tucker) Cathra (church) and Dufeth (doc) So there.

right. now for some biting social satire. why the fuck is nothing happening. seriously. economic woes. black dude leader of free world. pirates. payment spider. all covered. fuck.

actually. why has don cheadle replaced terence howard? don cheadle doesn't look like he could be a marine. and when the closest thing to a memorable action role is a heartbreaking genocidal drama. right. I have nada so fuck off.

My halloween

I'm a little knacked so I'll make this quick.
thats Joe as jack the ripper, me as a zombie Doc holiday, and my cousin wesly as a ghost.

the front of the house.

the pumpkins, 5 from me, 1 from joe and 3 from wesley

the Dr.steel pumpkin, grown by myself.

Halloween is descending on us thick and fast, and I am full-heartedly awaiting its arrival. I love Halloween it is without doubt my single favourite holiday. sure, I'm fond of the Big red guy, the anthro-bunny and dear old snake banisher, but There is something about the season and the event.

people see it as a way to score free candy, get completely wasted or dress up and become the centre of attention. but for me and hopefully more others than I inclusively assume, It makes unnaturally happy. there's something extra in the night air, just twinged with a faint smell. the lights seem different, the shadows thicker with the haunting glow of carved jack o' lanterns. in the distance, at the end of my road, I see small groups massing. silhouettes of creatures, the pumpkins lighting the darkness recesses of their visage which from the distance seems to look unnatural, not a mask. nothing looks the same to me, my house never looks better than when it is stooped in Halloween decor and the mediocre streets I live on come alive with the promise of supernatural forces, confused on the yearly Samhain emergence and fearful of the gruesome gourds and costumes. the idea of every tree growing a malevolent personality, every darkness containing ghouls and demons and every pavement flooded with gleeful departed spirits floating through the fallen leaves.

but hell, I am a little crazy so it might just be me. but I only feel like this once a year. I truly love it. it might be because of the gentleman to my right, it might be because I watch to many movies by Tim Burton, the pure fantastic universal horror movie circuit from 1925 to 1957 or featuring the indescribably brilliant Vincent price, it might be my mother's mother who shares my passion for the season. but whatever it is, it has really effected my interests and by extension myself. for starters, look at my blog layout, basically its the haunted mansion I love to carve pumpkins, live and let die is my second favourite bond movie, without his music I would still think Dr.steel looked amazing, I have a thing for the Gothic lady (a dying breed, fucking emos.) and so much more.

thanks for letting me share, the blog will get better

Jesus H. Christ.

just when I thought watchmen couldn't get more awesome.




are you freaking kidding me? am I gonna watch this fucking movie? if this is another sick joke.....

holy crap, just look at the poster.

edward norman blake is beaten in his highrise new york apartment by and unknown attacker. his smiley face badge fasterned to his dressing gown is smeared with his own blood. the attacker throws blake through the window, he falls 15 stories and is almost liquidised on impact. the smiley badge lands in a gutter, the stain blake's dried blood.

to call the book a milestone is an under statment. one of the most complex, intruging and well written novels of all time, Watchmen was the only graphic novel to appear on time's 2005 list of "the 100 best English-language novels from 1923 to the present". Time critic Lev Grossman described the story was "a heart-pounding, heartbreaking read and a watershed in the evolution of a young medium." In 2008, entertainment weekly placed it at number 13 on its list of the best 50 novels printed in the last 25 years, describing it as "The greatest superhero story ever told and proof that comics are capable of smart, emotionally resonant narratives worthy of the label literature.

without watchmen, no dark knight, no heroes, no depth.

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Its Dr.Steel Day!

I have just read everyones blogs, (if you were in boo-shas bulliten, I've read it.) self belief, current affairs, watford. you've read all this. so, fuck it. I'm just gonna put up every Dr.Steel video I can find, because he's fuckin fantastic.

music.



















Ideas and public apearances

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In my dystopian future....

now, I'm pretty committed to Dr.Steel taking over the world (doctorsteel.com, hell I know my toy soldier number off by heart. I'm steel trooper TS18765 if you wanted to know, which you didn't.)but, sometimes I wish I was the big boss, the head honcho, the number one bloody guy. I normally say that me and Lena will rule the world, but I feel one of us will take power in a violent coop. In all fairness, I think it would be Lena who takes power in a violent coop, but hey, this whole thing is about me taking over earth so you can distend belief a tiny bit further.

here are my rules. first and for most, colour is banned. yeah that's right, I've removed colour. you are allowed grey, black and white. green, orange or purple only on special occasions. but gratuitous colours end in special penalties, something ironic involving brightly shaded pinwheels. while we are on the restrictions in place, men must where formal suits and a hat at all times. something cool like a top hat, trilby, bowler or fedora. footwear is free and open. I'd need specialist help when deciding female clothes but for the moment think of steam punk and the gothy-er Camden fashions. once a month humorous t-shirt wearing is enforced.

secondly public executions . not for any particular crime, just if my cyborg judge dredd/jonah hex enforcers witness 20 acts of being a massive wanker the closest one will put a revolver to the head of the subject and fire, after saying the sacred oath of "wrong time, wrong place arsewipe." maybe I should think this rule through but y'know I'm the king of the bloody world.

thirdly all people named Kathryn a. Mcgregor, Joe a. Phipps, Milena, Arien Afsarpour, Dan "donut" banner Matthew boo-sher, Sarah and anyone in my my space friends list is exempt from my rules........for the moment.

also, not technically a rule but I need some perma-hot Irina Spalko clones for my own personal guard/harem.

any suggestions? empire name? Rules? National anthem

the blog will get better.

I wonder if jack has calmed down since school......oh no, he's still a ranting asshole. oh well.

you there. listen to me, you. now first off. fuck you.
fuck you for breathing. fuck you for thinking and fuck you for reading my fucking blog.
jesus christ, I should chill huh? (takes a break. watches Wanted with James Mcavoy, terrible film. nicks the break idea from Arien.)
right, well. OK. I'm sorry. seriously, I'm sorry I said fuck you. I'm calmer now. I'll still post this, because apparently my blog is fucking boring. actually, fuck you. my blog may be fucking boring but the first series of the simpsons is fucking terrible and ridiculously unfunny. so fuck you, 99% of the Internet sucks my balls, including anything you've ever contributed so cut me some fucking slack. (fucking stupid phrase, who uses fucking rope anyway?)
(takes a break, watches a Penn & teller: bullshit on YouTube.)
I'm sorry, maybe I am taking all criticism to heart. like today when someone (ANOTHER OF MY FUCKING "FRIENDS") asked me if I care if they died. shut. the. fuck. up. what the fuck am I? some kind of fucking monster? fuck off. I talk angry. I live sad. I've tried suicidal. but I'm not some fucking fucked up heartless motherfucker. fuck you. thats not fucking cool. I'm a fucking human fucking being last time I checked. fuck. and then the I get told that, the man standing next to me would care. because he's fucking nice. FUCK. FUCK FUCK, FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. FUCK YOU. NO. JUST NO. YOU HAVE NO FUCKING WAY THA-
sorry, I didn- no fuck it, I'm not sorry. never again. fuck this.
FUCK YOU. FUCK ME. FUCK NOTHING. FUCK EVERYTHING.

the fucking blog will get better.

cavelcade containing cool crap.

my selection of the great and the wonderful

first off, don't scroll down if you haven't seen the dark knight. actually, if you haven't seen the dark knight GTFO and hang yourself, because you are a moron. It is an amazing piece of cinema that just coincendently has batman in it. anyway. just look at this

that, is a goddam action figure. no joke, its a toy. holy crap. I wet my Bat-pants. it has an interchangable harvey dent head, and sweet baby jeezuz.

left is actor Aaron Eckhart (wierd spelling, good actor) and right is his damn action figure. amazing, simply amazing. mind you it is 12" tall, and £99.99, so....might have to do without.

just visit Forbidden planet for more awesome movie, Comic and whatever merchindise.

Forbiddenplanet.co.uk or 179 Shaftesbury Ave London WC2H 8JR for the simply mind-boggling megastore.

second up is this photo. again its comic related. and movie related. its this photo from the set of the watchmen. the two characters are bernie and bernie. they are secondary characters. normal human beings. the depth of the story. as they appear in the comic as they appeared the movie. epic win, Zack snyder.

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Damn you all!

The nutcases who are supposedly my friends have been furious that my blog doesn't include them, originally I planned to enter a blog saying no and explain that I wanted this to be a natural progression that would probably include their eventual inclusion.

but sod it.

Milena, chief among those who instantly wanted inclusion. OK, first off she rules. one of the only people who possibly exceed my levels of rage. and also, my bloody prom-date. (which is good, because its not my type of thing. I wasn't going to go. even the word prom fills me with contempt. Not in some pretentious non-conformist way, just I don't like that type of event. ugh.) so yeah, suck on that. a hot girl asked me to the prom. in a platonic way, (come on, shes not mental) but still suck on it. ha.

Mcgregor, second to ask if memory serves me. well, she has a thing about rugby balls. Not that type of a thing (you sicken me.) just she has this crazy fear that the damned thing will land in her hands and she be flattened by over eager rugby players, or those who need contact with a girl that badly and have seen a golden opportunity. during a fire alarm today, we walked towards the field together and there was a rugby ball on the floor a good 12 feet away. Inanimate. static. no one near it. no one owned it. no one touched it. She made a squeaking noise of fear and sunk her fingers deep in to my arm. Jesus Christ that hurt. seriously. 30 seconds later she clawed away and ran from it, arms shaking like a bloody chicken. this isn't a one-time thing. then she denied it was her. and if you think I'm being mean, I told her this probably wouldn't be positive. she's a lovely girl, but I'm a selfish bastard and my arm hurts. so there.

look out for Damn you all part.2
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that as sad as it may seem....

I was restraining on writing a second blog entry. Not for lack of time or topics because I didn't want to appear to keen. the last announcement I made of the heroes section has left me worried, I realised that the last Friday of this month is my favourite holiday: Halloween.
now this means I'll have to pick someone very special.



anyway, my geekdom is now complete. I have reached one of the last stages of geek metamorphis. luckily I haven't developed an attraction for cosplay (thank the lord.) but, I have began to collect warhammer.



its bad huh? could be worse, it could be that crappy dwarfs, elves, orks and kinda-homosexual looking men . (not a massive lord of the rings fan, the over flowery language annoys me. which is rich coming from a Edgar Allen Poe enthusiast) I picked warhammer 40k, same as my friend joe. I read some really great books about the subject, and I really love painting so something tells me this was inevitable. damm. I better try and find a spike spiegal costume and just say to hell with it.

oh and boucher (boo-sha, not Bu-che like he wants us to say it.) did some great advertising on his blog, so Aequalis, Aequalis. He and Arien convinced me to write this to with there ineptitude. read his latest, bloody brilliant.

links will repaid in this form of links:http://www.matthewboucher.blogspot.com/
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that now it begins.....

well, this is my first ever blog post. I'll just outline what I might be talking about.

FILM REVIEWS
expect the frequent movie review. might be current, might be relevant, might be something from 1923 that won't apply to anyone.

COMIC BOOKS

yes I will relate everything and anything to comics. just like I do in life.

ANGER

irrational and illogical hatred that consumes me. as a teenage minorly-libertarian geek its quite a lot of anger. get ready to hear my veiws.

HEROES

the TV show might make the occasional mention, but I mean humans throughout time and popular culture that just make the grade for me. last Friday of every month.

WILD ABANDON

the brilliant ramblings that Arien and Matt have done before me inspire the strange musings of the human mind and are bloody interesting. and Mine will include robots!

well.....this might be fun, and If its not, I'll randomly stop halfway through a po-