After playing phone tag with the appointment coordinator for new patients, I finally got to talk to her and she has set me up an appointment with a doctor/therapist that works primarily in the fields of depression and grief. I go next week on the 22nd at 2:15. Since the place is in a part of Greenville about which I'm almost completely ignorant, I've asked Diane to ride shotgun with me and read the directions to me on the way over there. And, considering what I'm going for and what I'll be talking about, I'm pretty certain I'm gonna be too much of a mess to drive home safely, so Diane will drive back and stick around until I'm able to drive her back home.

I'm really relieved that I'm finally going to get some help with this. Almost nine months of crippling depression and grief is quite enough for anyone to deal with almost completely alone. Truth be told, if it hadn't been for you guys, my Internet family, I probably would not be here right now. You've been such a comfort and joy to me over the past few months, I can't imagine being without any of you. So major thanks and props to every last one of you. I just hope that someday I can repay you in kind in any way I can, no matter how small and insignificant my contribution will probably be.

I'll be writing about what goes on at this new doctors as things develop. Here goes nothing!

It's probably not surprising that the most reaction to these has been to #83, and who could blame the Hooligans really? Tim Roth, cookies, and milk always make a great combination. And the way he asks what kind of cookies, it's as though he's actually saying, "if I don't like the kind of cookie you're offering me, I will kill you and fold you up in a suitcase, grandma!" Gotta love a badass.

Just embedding the Vimeo version of #82, 'cos You Tube blocked it for copyright issues. Bastards.

Tim Roth Tutorial, Lesson #82 from Tinhuviel on Vimeo.

Tim Roth Tutorial, Lesson #83 from Tinhuviel on Vimeo.

Offering up the Vimeo embed and the link to You Tube, since YT disabled the embedding. Damn them!

Tim Roth Tutorial, Lesson #84 from Tinhuviel on Vimeo.

You Tube Link: http://youtu.be/-20Ht_clC9E

More to come, although I'm seriously considering retiring the Tutorials once I reach 100.

I'm posting this one by itself, 'cos it's Tim Roth's birthday Tutorial. His birthday is 14 May, 2012. I know it appears early for this, but he's in France right now for the Cannes Film Festival and it's just past midnight there, so it's officially his birthday. So here we go! paisley_daze, you'll dig this one as it has Gary Oldman in it. ;)

Tim Roth Tutorial, Lesson #81 from Tinhuviel on Vimeo.

Someone just posted this picture on Tumblr. Oh Great Mother! If his hair was a bit long, he would look just like Flint.

I ran an experiment. I included Partridge in four tweets. He answered all four.

1. First tweet was about my belief that radiation, even from human-created nuclear incidences, will affect the next step in evolution. Mutation is just another word for evolution. He tweeted back: Interesting theory!


2. Second tweet was to a couple of Hooligans about the horribledays, saying I was going to drive about carolling Pagan songs by XTC He tweeted all three of us, saying: Taxis work out cheaper I find.


3. Third tweet was my sending him the link this angry cat picture that I made. He responded with: VERY evil cat, in a planet full of evil cats.


4. Fourth tweet was about how humanity's knowledge outshines our barely-present wisdom, and how it will result in our extinction. He tweeted back almost immediately: Knowledge without wisdom is useless

Why he's suddenly all chatty with me when he never answered the first couple of tweets I made to him when I first started following him, is beyond me. I'm not complaining, I love Andy Partridge! I'm sure anyone who reads the Cliffs already knows that. I am making a concentrated effort not to gush all over him over there. I think that, if I can refrain from doing that with B, I can certain do it with Andy Partridge. But it's thrilling to see that it seems we are of a same mind about certain things, so that makes me want to go "ohhhmygodandypartridgeiloveyousomuchweneedtodiscussphilosphyreligionandmusiccccc!" So yeah. I'm struggling. I can't help but think about what Aunt Tudi would do if she were here to see me finally make contact with Andy Partridge. She would flail right along with me, 'cos she knew how important Partridge's music has been to me since 1988.

This morning, I got up, fed the beasties, threw some clothes on and dashed out to get milk. I like to get the milk as early in the morning as possible. It's fresher and you have more of a choice as to which gallon you want. After I got the milk and gave George (the resident dog at the dairy) a treat, I went on to Ingles to get some cat food and people food.

When I passed the fish section, I spied something I had not had since 1998, when I had breakfast in a hotel in New York while I was on a business trip; LOX! Remembering the admonitions I got from paisley_daze and janalyson, I decided to get me a wee pack of it. It's not cheap; then again, no fish these days is cheap, so I may as well get something that I love. I toodled on to the dairy aisle and got me a dozen eggs. Eating that many eggs before they go out of date is going to be a challenge, but I'm going to try. If I have any left once they're not safe enough for me, I'll scramble them up and mix them with the dog's food. They're cage free organic eggs, so they last longer than the others. Thicker shells, more healthy insides. Seriously, very good and good for you. I think I got a couple other protein-y things that will last me for more than a week.

Right now, I'm eating bagels with lox and cream cheese. Delicious doesn't even begin to cover it. Here's hoping it gives me a couple of red blood cells.

To my knowledge, these lyrics were only ever available on the Shriekback Digital Conspiracy mailing list as one of the Songs of the Week.  The lyric transcription was made for the post, then was corrected by the band to provide accuracy.

Feel free to sing along!

NERVE by Shriekbackxml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /

Bassline has no point of view
Impatient
Waiting for a statement
Faith don’t come so easily
This proves nothing
Only bursting bubbles
Legs open, eyes crossed
Pressing on the nerve
We all like that
We all like that

Arafat got such evil eyes
cased in armour
Twenty thousand bodyguards
Only trust the devil I know
Drawing circles
Gonna call him up now
head line, heart line
Pressing on the nerve
We all like that
We all like that

Pumping, Gushing, Running, Hiding
Pull tighter
Pull tighter
played on one string
fire is inside
Expressed in Molotovs
Click, flash, no pictures
Make mine Kalashnikov
Compound fracture
Pressing on the nerve
We all like that
We all like that

I was thinking about this earlier while I was on the road. Turns out there's pretty much a "Cannot" or "Can't" sentence that can define each one of the characters (at least the major ones) in the VRs. Here's what came to me.

• Cadmus Pariah: I cannot abide it.


• Faust: I can't understand why.


• Thiyennen: I cannot make it go away.


• Orphaeus Cygnus: I can't stop partying.


• Kelat: I can not help but love.


• Dmitri Oskarov: I can not remain in one place.


• Flint: I can't be bothered.


• Rebekah and Mephistopheles: We can't help ourselves.


• Eve: I can't believe it.


• Gethsymonae: I can't reveal myself.


• The Apostate: I cannot be redeemed.


• Mary Magdalene: I can't abandon hope.


• Gideon the Mad: I can't make it stop.


• Paine Bryerson: I can't save everyone.


• Agatha Crawford: I can't not look.


• Piety: I can't resist.


• Kallum McCreary: I cannot falter.

That's all I can think of right now.

:|

"It's difficult to remember quite how and when interest in another human being flares into something more committed, more passionate."

After being awake 42 or 43 hours (I think? Insomnia makes you fuzzy.), I finally passed flat out and slept right at four hours. I was up again just before 7 AM, shivering and unsteady. I'm trying to get my mind together so I might be able to at least get a little writing in today. Before I do, I have some errands to run and some chores to do.

Then we'll see.

Dear Lady, I can't believe I didn't post this here, but I can't find it, so apparently I did not. Bruce sent me the song "Phoenician" by Stic Basin. It's an early recording featuring Bruce, Barry, and Carlo Ascitutti. The later tracks are pretty much only Barry. Anyway, my first thought was Cadmus. Because the "historical" Cadmus was a Phoenician. Since this was a Barry-centric song, of course I went down that path and came up with this.



It's really quite a lovely song, so unlike "Pin."

Anyway, I garnered a discussion between the three of them, but this one was directed particularly at me, from Carlo. It was fascinating, and so well-told.

"Escaping the tyranny of her own Country, Elissa, an exiled princess of the ancient Phoenician city of Tyre, the future Carthaginian Queen Dido, commonly known as Alissar, founded Carthage, the "shining city" that ruled the Phoenician world.
Princess Elissa was the daughter of King Matten of Tyre (also known as Muttoial or Belus II). When he died, the throne was jointly bequeathed to her and her brother, Pygmalion. She married her uncle Acherbas (also known as Sychaeus), the High Priest of Melqart, a man with both authority and wealth comparable to the king. This led to increased rivalry between religion and the monarchy. Pygmalion was a tyrant, lover of both gold and intrigue, who desired the authority and fortune enjoyed by Acherbas. Pygmalion assassinated Acherbas in the temple and kept the misdeed concealed from his sister for a long time, deceiving her with lies about her husband's death. At the same time, the people of Tyre called for a single sovereign, causing dissent within the royal family.
Phoenician, a Canaanite caretaker previously working for King Pygmalion of Tyre, decided to move his residence to the mythical Carthage.
He also decided that, after so many years endlessly spent caretaking, he deservedly needed a loving bosom where he could comfortably rest his tyred body, i.e. a woman to cuddle, fondle and canoodle.
Not being satisfied with one, and wisely knowing that a bird in the hand is worth three in the bush, he fell in love with the whole lot of them : Elissa, Dido and Alissar.
As a result of too much stress and too much tyring caused by intensive physical labour, Elissa died. And with her, the other two readily followed.
Although some contemporary historians, as well as many modern scholars, think it might well be a typical Punic exaggeration, Phoenician, allegedly, cried so much for the loss of the threesome that his tears increased the level of the whole Mediterranean Sea.
(Legend has it that he might also have overflooded the Black Sea because of tears leaking through a strange hole in Costantinople).
Shocked, stunned and shattered by unbearable grief, Phoenician moved back to Tyre and decided to retyre.
All the rest is History.
The song "Phoenician" is a dirge built on this sad and true story centred on such a legendary and caretaking hero.
A Threnody, a Requiem, a Jeremiad, a Coronach, a Lament and an Elegy will be offered shortly.
Thee Caretakers will stay tuned to this Frequency for more happy-sing-a-long songs."

I replied with: Love how you tell this story. And..."A Threnody, a Requiem, a Jeremiad, a Coronach, a Lament and an Elegy will be offered shortly.
Thee Caretakers will stay tuned to this Frequency for more happy-sing-a-long songs." This is heartening to hear, being the carefree soul that I am. ;P

Of course, for me, it will always be for my primary Phoenician.

"May blessings be upon the head of Cadmus, the Phoenicians, or whoever it was who invented books." ~ Thomas Carlyle

<3 <3 <3

How I love these guys.

I saw this trailer last night at the cinema. It was so close after my visit to my gorgeous neurologist Dr. Pilch, I realised that Steve Carell looks like Dr. Pilch. Even dresses like him in this movie.

So that obviously means I think Steve Carell is gorgeous. And I didn't even realise it.



WTF

Apparently LJ ate my post about this, probably because of truncation, so I'm doing it all again. Blast it!

( The Waltham Phantom )

Was scrolling down a website and this popped up on my screen. I don't know whether to be aroused or terrified. Wait. That's what Clive wants. Okay.

Peeples says the filmmakers were on target in showing Poe as being very egotistical and proud of his accomplishments as a writer. He also notes that Cusack did look like Poe and “did as good a job as he could recreating Poe’s character.” Pretty high praise from a leading Poe scholar.

READ MORE HERE, IT'S WORTH IT

I'd embed this, but it's disabled. Just click the link. You won't regret it.

http://youtu.be/UN51VU-Zf5M

Remember THIS POST from a couple of days back? Well, I got permission from the parties to post the song.

Have a nice day.



Oh, and someone please tell me if it uploaded okay 'cos, like I said, even as I remain consistent in my support of All Things Shriek (and related!), I'm not ever listening to 'Pin' again. Ever. Again. O_O

This is what I do when I have insomnia. Terrifying, ain't it?

I decided earlier that I wasn't going to spend the entire night in the deathtrap of a house, and opted to go see The Raven, because there's nothing like spending part of the night with John Cusack. Get your minds out of the gutter. Cusack is groovy cool, but I just don't see him that way. But maybe you do. Well, whatever, back to the story.

The screening was at 10:30. I left at 10, in plenty enough time to get there and maybe get a drink...if my nightblindness had not made me miss the exit and make me have to double back to Woodruff Road. I got in just under the wire, and walked into an empty theatre. This was actually how I wanted it and one of the reasons I chose to go to the last showing. But just before the movie actually started, a man walked in. And he sat down a couple of rows behind me. Right behind me. This was night, I was alone, and we were about to watch a movie essentially about serial murder. I began running through the few Kung Fu moves I know. Now, I may have a death wish and, given my taste in men and characters, I've always figured I'd end up being murdered by a serial killer, but I want to do it on my terms. I at least wanted to see the movie first.

What can I say about The Raven? It is in every way a brilliant film. I've been following the development of the movie closely, because I have a deep affection for Edgar Allan Poe, and John Cusack is my homeboy from a past life. And there's never been a movie I've seen him in that I haven't loved. He's been talking on Twitter about his immersion into the person of Poe for some time, and it was fascinating to see him get so involved with and come to love the author and his works.

You could really tell. Even though this was a fictional Poe, John Cusack really brought as much reality as he could to the man. He went over and above board with this role, and he should be given multitudinous props. The supporting cast was also stellar. When I saw Brendan Gleeson, I was pretty damned thrilled. Love that man. Luke Evans certainly matched Cusack in talent, but that's what happens when a Welshman and an Irishman get together. Sparks fly.

There were some aspects about the movie, especially later on in the film that really kind of freaked me out. It has to do with the ending, and I don't want to give anything away, but a couple of quotes near the end hit waaaaay close to home. Suffice to say, it's that synchronicity thing. Of course, it just got weirder when I got in the car and cranked up the iPod. XTC hasn't shown up on the iPod in ages, and what's the first song that comes on? "Rook," by XTC. Even though the song is about European folklore surrounding this bird and its cousin the crow, both are related to the raven, and I'd always equated "Rook" with Poe's "Raven."  And it's even more relevant now, considering the plot of the movie. 

So, that's freakin' strange. Here are the lyrics to the song.

XTC "Rook" from the album Nonsuch (1992)
Rook, Rook Read from your book
Who murders who and where is the treasure hid?
Crow, Crow Spill all you know
Is that my name on the bell?

Rook, Rook Gaze in the brook
If there's a secret can I be part of it?
Crow, Crow Before I'll let go, say is that my name on the bell?

Soar up high, see the semaphore from the washing lines
Break the code of the whispering chimneys and traffic signs
Where's the message that's written under the base of clouds?
Plans eternal, I know you know, so don't blurt out loud

Rook, Rook By hook or by crook
I'll make you tell me what this whole thing's about!
Crow, Crow Why can't you show
If that's my name on the bell?

On the wings of night, I fly too, above field and stream
My head bursting with knowledge 'till I wake from the dream
If I die and I find that I had a soul inside
Promise me that you'll take it up on its final ride

Rook, Rook Gaze in the brook
If there's a secret can I be part of it?
Crow, Crow Before I'll let go, say is that my name on the bell?

Oh, in case you haven't noticed, my viewing partner did not kill me. He left before the credits rolled, and I always stick around for the credits. That's how I've always learned my movie trivia, even though IMdB has pretty much made the practice redundant. Old habits die hard, and apparently so do I.

The latest Tweetage from Andy Partridge got me to re-pondering one of the Great Mysteries of musical life, and one I often shared with the Darth Maul Estrogen Brigade in '99 and 2000.

It has always been my contention that Andy Partridge was a Jedi and Barry Andrews was a Sith, just from the music they each make. Now, I don't believe that so much anymore, considering some information that has come to light since that time; but the music is still very much Light Side/Dark Side sounding. Here's a fine example.

The Jedi:
"Don't you know, in this new dark age, we're all light."


The Sith:
"I feel our two young deaths so close now, smiling soft and shiny, the blade is sharp and fine, it could just slit us open."


So yeah. To this day, the dichotomy strikes me. They're like the faces of Janus or sommat.

I've probably mentioned this, but one of the reasons I believe Tom Hardy would make the perfect Cadmus is his proclivity for giving 'The Crazy Eye' in every movie I've seen him in. When janalyson and I went to see This Means War, I contended that Hardy wouldn't get through the movie without giving THE EYE at least once, even though this was a romantic comedy. I think he did it twice in this film, if I'm not mistaken, but here's concrete proof that he did it at least once. Chris Pine died shortly after this scene. Oh, and if Tom Hardy is 5'10", then Chris Pine isn't 6'1", he's 9' tall. And that's all I'm gonna say about that...

On Twitter:

Her: Beiber stinks even dubbed. lol
Me: can't agree more, but I love it when he's made fun of. He's a superstar while my beloved Shriekback is delegated to obscurity. >:[
Her: Who is Striekback

That's not a typo up there. ::slams head on a concrete block::

Talk about having your point proven almost instantly. 

When I first heard this song on the radio, my head blew right off my body. I said to myself, "This dude...he's been heavily influenced by Jeff Lynne."

So, while at work one day, I moseyed out to the warehouse and snagged a copy of Tal Bachman's album. In the liner notes, he thanks Jeff Lynne. Now, to my knowledge, Tal never actually met Jeff Lynne (he's the son of Randy Bachman, of BTO fame), but Lynne was enough of an influence on the boy and man, that he felt compelled to thank him in his album. I think he does a pretty impressive job at honouring Mistah Lynne.

Eighty lessons? Really? Surely I've traveled far beyond Sparta. And, of course I had to use the Absinthe scene...because that's just way too bloody bizarre.

Tim Roth Tutorial, Lesson #79 from Tinhuviel on Vimeo.

Tim Roth Tutorial, Lesson #80 from Tinhuviel on Vimeo.

It has been repeatedly NOT SAFE on Facebook today. Even experienced a brief conversation on my 'Phoenician' video. Was gonna seriously write on 'Star Watcher' and even 'The Braid,' but my reality keeps being canoodled with and keeping my psyche in an uproar. This combined with the Absinthe scene in Deceiver has put a dent in my sanity today.

That said, I'm going to the 10:30 screening of The Raven tonight. Because I want to. And I can.

Oooookay...working on Tutorial #79 and came across a scene in Deceiver where Tim Roth's character talks about drinking Absinthe. That's Flint's Vampire name, the one he rejected in lieu of his mortal name. Why does this shit happen to me?

I got a call from my neurologist last week wanting me to come in ASAP about my blood work from a few weeks ago. The office made me an appointment for today, and I just got back from seeing him.

It turns out that I'm severely anaemic (again), so much so that he wanted me to go see my PCP as soon as she could get me in. He was giving me a hairy eyeball when he was telling me about my lack of hemoglobin. I could tell that he was fairly alarmed by it all. His exact words were: "It looks more like a major blood loss more that just low hemoglobin. Have you had heavy menses or any major wounds lately?" What the hell?

I did tell him that the time before last I was in the hospital, it was partly because of anaemia, and that they actually had to give me a transfusion. His hairy eyeball got more intense and he made some extensive notes.

Now, I don't mind Dr. Pilch looking at me because he's damned gorgeous; however, when he looks at me like I'm about to die, it's entirely a different matter. It was as though he suspects me of being a Vampire.

Grant Morrison is a big proponent of reality being changed by what you write. The character based on himself, King Mob, went through some pretty trying times in The Invisibles, and everything he went through, Grant experienced in some form or fashion, up to and including getting a kind of staph infection on his face after he wrote about King Mob having part of his face eaten off in a parallel reality. He still bears those scars. After that happened, he wrote about King Mob making all sorts of merry (sex drugs, rock-n-roll - the whole megillah) and, lo and behold, Grant began having the time of his life.

All that said, perhaps my writing my Vampires has intruded upon my health, particularly Cadmus' insatiable thirst for blood. He is, after all, my Demon Child, so I figure his literary influence may well have altered my own reality. Who the hell knows?

Anyway, Dr. Pilch got me an appointment with Dr. Adams for next week, telling me that he was going to have her do some extensive blood work on me, as well as possibly put me on iron injections. He said that iron supplements may not be enough. Hell, she may just put me on a slow blood drip and check to see if I have an aversion to crucifixes.

Phone jingling woke me up. It was a tweet. From Partridge. A reply to my reaction to him and B not making any music in the foreseeable future.

@Tinhuviel: pffft.You & Bazzer create Magick and should make music again, in any way, shape, or form. Just sayin'...
@xtcfans: agree with you.

Not sure why he's started talking to me, but I am not going to complain. It always thrills me when brilliant people, particularly musicians I've admired for ages, communicate with moi. Now...if there were some miracle that would get me in touch with Jeff Lynne. The mere thought fries my onions.

Yes, I am still writing. No, this has not been proofread/edited. I still wanted to put it here, in a kind of commemoration. It seems that the emotion for this particular Harming Tree short story is going to be lust, and that's why the words are coming so slowly, so fraught with difficulty. Lust is such an alien emotion, even to Cadmus, who is so endowed with the entrapments of both human and Vampire after the Augury incident. I just have a problem with emotion" when it comes to Cadmus, especially anything bordering on love or the entrapments of the physical body. Still, it has to be done if any sort of realism is to be brought to the character. Anyway, here's the continuance of the story I'm currently and will probably continue calling The Star Watcher.
( Cadmus meets Litania )

"A lost battle is a battle one thinks one has lost."

"Acting is a question of absorbing other people's personalities and adding some of your own experience."

"All human actions are equivalent and all are on principle doomed to failure."

"Every age has its own poetry; in every age the circumstances of history choose a nation, a race, a class to take up the torch by creating situations that can be expressed or transcended only through poetry."

"Evil is the product of the ability of humans to make abstract that which is concrete."

"Fascism is not defined by the number of its victims, but by the way it kills them."

"Hell is other people."

(This one is really relevant to Cadmus Pariah)
"I am no longer sure of anything. If I satiate my desires, I sin but I deliver myself from them; if I refuse to satisfy them, they infect the whole soul."

"I do not believe in God; his existence has been disproved by Science. But in the concentration camp, I learned to believe in men."

"If literature isn't everything, it's not worth a single hour of someone's trouble."

"It disturbs me no more to find men base, unjust, or selfish than to see apes mischievous, wolves savage, or the vulture ravenous."

"One is still what one is going to cease to be and already what one is going to become. One lives one's death, one dies one's life."

(This is what makes me wonder if Clive Barker is a student of Sartre)
"The existentialist says at once that man is anguish."

(Another Cadmus interlude)
"We must act out passion before we can feel it."

"When rich people fight wars with one another, poor people are the ones to die."

"Words are more treacherous and powerful than we think."

Well, today started out most momentously. First, a track back.

Yesterday, I took a wild hair and Tweeted Andy Partridge, saying:  "Hey you, any more musical collaboration with Barry Andrews in the future?  Love the Monstrance project! :D"

I didn't expect to get an answer. He gets so many Tweets, there's no way Andy Partridge could feasibly answer everyone, and my question wasn't the most popular in the world. There is a contingent on Partridge's page that still holds a grudge against Barry because of the messy break-up of XTC in 1979/1980. I figured I'd be cursed out by strangers, but not ever hear from Partridge himself.

I was wrong.

At 11:55 this morning, I got this Tweet from Andy: "Thanks Tinny.  No, as Barry didn't like the project enough to carry on.  Shame, I thought it truly had merit."

Sucks that Monstrance won't be heard again, and I'm still wondering if B and Andy might work together again on another Shriek album, but the most brain-burning part of his message was his calling me Tinny.

Andy Partridge called me Tinny.

**dies, then comes back to life so that I can die again**

Wow.

About 45 minutes ago, I heard a song I will not ever listen to again. That may have happened...well, I don't know that it has ever happened.

Suffice to say, this is an extremely rare occurrence, especially considering who is involved in the recording of the song. It takes a lot to scare the living fucking hell out of me. One of the main things is Japanese ghost stories made into film, like Ringu and Ju-On. Since this song has vocals that, for all the world, sound like the creaking noises Kayako Saeki makes in Ju-On. Just to make everyone reading this miserable, here's a clip of the Japanese ghost.



When I get permission to share the song, I assure you that I most definitely will...so you can all share the horror that is my life.

Posting this one video early, because of its relevance. Will post Lesson #76 alone too, just to be able to keep to the even vids. Happy Anniversary to Tim Roth, whose first movie role was seen 30 years ago today. Once a badass, always a badass.

So much to learn from this dude. We need to form a college or sommat.

Tim Roth Tutorial, Lesson #73 from Tinhuviel on Vimeo.

Tim Roth Tutorial #74 from Tinhuviel on Vimeo.

 

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It's very seldom that a character I write about proves to have a will of its own. In fact when I hear authors claim such things I tend to.....roll my eyes.
Well,I was wrong.
A character called Preyer Kry ,who has been waiting in the wings of ABARAT until the fourth volume has just kicked this author very hard..
..and once he had my attention made a full list of THE SINS OF PREYER KRY.I am now going to sit and give thanks to the deity who made Kry.

It wasn't me.

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Welcome to my world, Mr. Barker. Welcome to my world.

The Crazy People have convinced me that it might be in my "best interest" to start copying The Roth on the Tim Roth Tutorials. I think I have fully joined the Hooligan ranks after being almost solely pure Rothian, because I'm seriously considering it. If I end up with a reputation of being some sort of stalker, though, just because I have a weirdo sense of humour, I'm going to lay waste to the whole of Twitter, leaving a steaming radioactive crater where it once stood.

He's all curled up, waiting for some kind soul to give him a good home. Won't you be the saint he needs? Only after me.

Righto, I'm posting this for the Tom Hardy fans here. Although I'm all about me some homo-erotic photies, this is really kind of disturbing, because Cadmus Pariah would never ever assume this position. He would slaughter everyone before doing this. Well, he would slaughter everyone anyway, but the character is just too dominant to be a bottom. Anyway, for all you Hardy aficionados, this picture may be sure to make your heads explode. You're welcome.

Posting this one, so I can star making even Tutorial posts in the future. This one is pretty pretty pretty steamy.

Tim Roth Tutorial, Lesson #72 from Tinhuviel on Vimeo.

I started this project in January, teaching myself how to make movies in order to bring this music to everyone. You can see the progression of how I grew from being a complete movie-making moron to being a mere idiot. I'm kind of proud of my dumbass self.

Here's the final song, all thanks to Khanada Taylor and Barry Andrews! And the lyrics gave me the opportunity to feed my Great Mortality fascination. Morbid? Yes. Groovy? I think so.



And here's the full playlist. Actually there's a fourteenth song, but B won't share it with me because his Virgo nature finds it unfit for consumption, even private consumption. How about that?



Hope you enjoy these, and please spread the love! These songs deserve to be heard.

"To purge himself of the taint of the human herds with whom he reluctantly interacted, the Dark Chylde of Night would make a yearly pilgrimage to the Mojave Desert to commune with the sparse life of that exquisite wasteland, and to test himself before the merciless light of day."

"“I am Cadmus, called also Pariah. I am the Child of Night, born of Kelat and Thiyennen, and was once an agent of the Apostate. I killed the man whose body you seem so keen on digging up tonight.”"

"“I am Cadmus,” the Dark Chylde of Night replied, his voice caressing the night with a velvet sonorousness. “Known also as Pariah.”"

Really, I can't believe there are this many now. What the hell am I doing?

Tim Roth Tutorial, Lesson #70 from Tinhuviel on Vimeo.

You Tube Link (because they won't let me embed, the bastards!): http://youtu.be/_0Pp6oaPQFw

Tim Roth Tutorial, Lesson #71 from Tinhuviel on Vimeo.

Made for Bruce McRae and Carlo Asciutti, who comprise Thee Caretakers. Their music is made of Pure Awesome. Just sayin'.

Those don't have You Tube or access to videos: I hope you can hear this!

Not as many this time, but I personally think it's a miracle that I've found so many that I didn't have.

Bebbeh Timmeh straight from the 80s.


( more unbelievable sexiness if you dare to click )

And there you have it. Are there more out there? Only The Roth knows for sure...

Mind-blowing song, and a video I'm really pretty proud of, despite it's unintentional link to Skellig.