Tuesday, January 15, 2013

F-Art Battle at The Record Bar...Sunday, January 13th

Art Battle...Craig Mussman vs Matthew Heinrichs

Basic premise...your are started with a topic, by the host...and the audience can give you ideas by buying in, with tips

Art Battle got everyone's creative juices flowing...Anne is knitting a raft

Jeffrey was giving really good ideas

The almost finished piece...which AJ entitled "Ferret-Pussy"...sold for 5 bucks

Craigs' piece sold for 15...so he won

Saturday, March 17, 2012

When They Packaged The Hell Out Of Shit

I am in the process of organizing my living space, and the massive video "collection".

While I am doing this, I thought I might share some of the overly packaged, VHS and BETAS, that I have salvaged from different places over the years.


Wednesday, March 14, 2012

School Day Memory: The Boy With Bugs In His Hair

Woodland Elementary School, Kansas City, Missouri...circa, 1985?
If you went there, fine...if you didn't, more power to ya.

By the time I reached Woodland, the second time...it was a dilapidated, gravy-soppin, no-account mother fucker. A lot of the windows were broken out, a lot of the auditorium seats were busted...it smelled like urine, and was just generally not a good place to be. I think I did 3 years total there...maybe 4. I make it sound like prison time.

I didn't have a lot of friends there...the ones I did have, I don't recall having prior to going there. So I must have met them all there. The kid in questions name was Troy [last name not important]...not one of my closest friends, not even really a friend. More or less a fellow I shared class with, I didn't dislike him...just didn't connect. I recall that he loved ALF...ugh...

On the day of the occurance, we were all outside...playing on the side playground, were there was a huge pile of debris. Rotten boards with rusty nails in them, old pipes, liquor bottles and shit. This was our jungle jim.  

Troy is running around, like we all were...jumping off the pile...screaming things like "Pee-Wee!", "Star Wars!", "School Is Fun!"...like all kids do.

This mutha comes up and grabs me...and I look at him, at his head...the fucking lice bugs were so thick in his hair...that it looked like snow. I said "Dude?!"...yes, I talked like this...even in elementary school.

"What's up with your hair man?"  I recall I was wearing a captains hat that day...WHY?!...I dunno. My mother use to dress me in dress shirts with little sweater vests, like some kind of 10 year old accountant. It was more like "An everyone thinks your a dipshit, and will have no girls" outfit.   

He responds..."What, oh...that's dandriff."

I said..."Like hell it is man, that shit is moving."

He said..."No, it's dandriff." As he started chasing me.

I said something to the effect of..."Go away, or get away from me!" Which, I am sure seems dicky, but this kid was out here playing wrassly grab-ass with everyone...one fucking parasite away from mass contamination. Eggs were literally falling off onto his shoulders. I wanted to keep my lice free record...and have managed to do so ever since.

If I had a six foot tapeworm hangin' out of my ass, I wouldn't lie and tell you it was silly-string and the parties about to start. I'd say, "Oh yeah, I gottsa little problem back there with a taper...you might wanna steer on clear of that."  

This guy was gonna infect everyone, all of his classroom peers and possibly staff. 

Later on down a piece, after he had his head shaved. He started talking to me about Kansas City Youth for Christ...it's a local thing, or was then, and Rev. Robert Tilton, and how he liked Robert Tilton's hair. I ignored him...I couldn't give a shit about either.

Tiltons a crook, and a fraud...but at least he had no vermin in his doo.

Our paths went different ways...mine went to far more groovey happenings. His, I don't really give a shit...Melmac?...maybe...

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Fish Taco Magazine

What can I say about Fish Taco magazine...it was a labor of love and hate.                                            

We only put out 3 issues, before I lost interest in it, I guess. It was fun...lots of very late nights, writing and editing...lots of frustration. 

Grammar errors, mis-information, lousy photo quality...that was what we were about, we had no formal editor...if I saw a mistake...it got fixed, if I didn't...well...

As time went on...we did start getting some pretty good interviews, and I had plans of making it more art inspired in some areas. We had a corral of writers...that I appreciated very much.

I am not totally opposed of doing it again, in some fashion. I think it would be online only...or through Lulu, or something like that...because I am not printing shit! 

So, I am going to scan in the 3 issues, of our run...so folks can read them...or not. I will also scan in the stuff that I had finished for a 4th issue, which will technically be 5. There was no number 1, we started with issue 2...it was a prequel kinda of idea we had for later on.

Sunday, March 4, 2012

New Art Cumming...

Here's a quick peek at one in progress...

A Little Super 8 Fun!

I recently came across this beauty, while cleaning out an old feller's house, that had passed away. I have not had a chance to see if it functions yet...it even came with a roll of unopened, unexposed Super 8mm film. Not sure how long the shelf life of this shit is, it was purchased from Skaggs, and there hasn't been one of those around here for at least 20 years.

I plan on sticking the required 4 Double A's in it...so we can see what happens...I hold out hope for it. Maybe we will do a Stink-O-Rama Super 8 Stag Reel...why not?

Stink-O-Rama #6

After a six year hiatus...we are now starting the planning stage for the filiming of Stink-O-Rama 6. We hope to have it released around August 2012...in time for the KC Crypticon Convention...August 24-26.
We will also be hosting a few clunker flicks...the first of which will be "Daughter of Horror" aka "Dementia", and something else...that I have yet to choose. 

Uncle Roy, Dr. Jack and some new "family members" will be on board, to bring the insanity.  
There will be a shit-ton o' new Stink-O-Rama Merchandise for you to sink yur teeths into.    

Stick around...the fun is about to begin.