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Zombies meet Sufjan Stevens

Posted on 04/17/2011 by Tempy| 1 Comment

1. Windows Movie Maker is stupid.
2. Windows Movie Maker is STUPID.

After the ordeal of procuring the clips (which happened through the grace of Jim Groom), trimming them down, and moving them around, Movie Maker decided that I didn’t need to hear the part of the song I needed to hear to get the alignment right. If I wanted to hear a clip in relation to the song, I had to play the entire video through, otherwise it would choose a random part of Ring Them Bells and I would change the lineup only to find that it had been an elaborate hoax the whole time.

Needless to say, I will not be listening to this song again for a couple weeks. I think I did a decent job considering the fact that I’ve never watched 28 Days Later (I skimmed through it in Movie Maker to trim down the clips, but I did so with the sound off) and I had so much difficulty moving the clips around. I had originally had wonderful ideas for where the clocks would go (“time is running backwards”) and where some of the zombies running over the hill footage would go (“lost sheep”), but it just wouldn’t work. And, playing it through, there were some things that worked well for the timing and the cadence so I tried to preserve them.

Sorry I haven’t posted in a week. Graduation is about to happen. >.> I’m terrified and the workload is definitely not helping matters, at least not in the way that lots of busy work usually does. I’ll try to post more often in the coming weeks.

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Five Card Story

Posted on 02/08/2011 by Tempy| 5 Comments

Five Card Story: we were warned

a ds106 story created by Tempest (Erin)


flickr photo by paulhami


flickr photo by cogdogblog


flickr photo by cogdogblog


flickr photo by ravnclaw89


flickr photo by ravnclaw89

they told us that this would happen. hints in movies, in comic books, in popular culture… they let us know what was coming and we laughed it off. that which was to serve as warning became jejune, banal, ignored.

we went on with our lives, working, eating, sleeping, [procreating], ants on a [procreating] hill, hauling our [bottoms] out of bed at the crack of dawn while we hurtled towards a future we would have laughed at.

the scientists were busy, the leaders too. they had contingency plans for everything. we had entered the safest [procreating] era the world had ever seen.

nobody was happy, but god[expletive] we were safe.

scientists and leaders, they had alarms for everything. alarms to tell us when we were to be disinfected, alarms to tell us when to get on the trains, alarms to get out of buildings, into buildings, to warn us of threats to our mental and physical health.

and the high alarm. no real purpose existed for it when it was built. kids called it, you’ll get a real kick outta this, kids called it the “get on your knees and find god” alarm.
goycafy. y means yahweh, if you were wondering, since goycafg is a [female dog] to say.

one day the alarm went off. trucks of all kinds rumbled past my door. the wife and kids prayed.

i didn’t.

i followed the trucks until i heard the gurgling of millions of throats. i couldn’t go further. i ran, ran back to my house like a mother[procreating] coward. we latched the gate, bolted the door, closed the shutters, did everything we could.

we could keep them out, but we had locked ourselves in. three weeks in and martha could not stand it. she was the first to give in to the cabin fever. she would stand over the stove, looking at the wood we’d taken from the kitchen table to blockade the windows as though she could see right through it. she liked to sing, you know, before the goycafy.

now she muttered. i listened to her for a little bit, but i could feel her words wind like little worms into my chest.

i couldn’t think like that. it wasn’t fair to the kids.

i woke up on a tuesday (i think) and she wasn’t in bed.

she’d gone out to meet them. i heard movement downstairs.

it was by the grace of some higher power (or maybe a continued cruelty) that we survived. not a bite amongst us. we eluded those [illegitimate boy children].

decision to be made. house compromised, we stole through field and out to the docks. we’re heading to the ocean.

only chance now. corpses don’t move over water, i hear.

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How I learned the face that could scare most people

Posted on 01/16/2011 by Tempy| 3 Comments

I don't take credit for these photos.

For years, my scary face of choice was the vacant zombie expression. When I was about eleven, I taught myself how to roll my eyes completely back (usually with no trace of iris, but it can be difficult to maintain that sometimes) in order to freak other people out. I’m still not sure why I wanted to do that, but it worked pretty well. I’ve kept it up and used it for a zombie-themed Halloween recently.

These photos come from MauveShirt, and TheBossChibi, whose blogs/sites I link to in the sidebar.

I thought that I had it good. I could take that facial expression to the bank, by God! However, I was soon schooled by my five-year-old cousin that there are creepier expressions out there.

There is a tradition of visiting the family up North for Christmas.

I have five cousins up there. The youngest is perhaps the most excitable. Every year we go up there and, unless she’s in school, she’s usually one of the first to greet us.

She takes my shirt hem in both hands and breathes heavily through her teeth, sometimes squeaking out a question unintelligible due to her excitement. The face looks like this:

It's imperative that you tilt your chin up for this as well. Trembling also adds to the effect.

Except it is much scarier to the the fact that she has to look up at me and, therefore, her features are further stretched. She’s typically angelic-looking, but this facial expression terrifies me. I know she means me no harm. I really do. But she looks like she’s about to unleash a demon. A demon that would make short work of me and the entire East Coast.

Occasionally, there is an impromptu scary-face contest between the people who live in my apartment. Lately, I’ve been using my cousin’s expression.

I totally win.

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