Eating Out In Hell

Lo and behold, I've finally written a restaurant review! Follow the link at right to Neko's Veggie Reviews to read my review of Watercourse Foods. It's about damn time!

Slipping Into Something A Bit More Hell

I am a night owl, no doubt. While my obnoxious brother and reluctant father slumber, I'm working on the better part of a bottle of wine. Daddy gave me money for movies. I came home with 3 DVDs and a bottle of Zinfandel. Ah, sweet drunken abyss...

Between watching movies and wallowing in my own brokenness, I've found time to paint more. Here is the progress...



Ick..instead of "SunDance", they should call them "SlamDance" - to your death! Well, at least these smokes were free. It's amazing what smokers will do for other smokers.



Ick...instead of "Blogger", they should call it "Bugger" - it takes so long to upload these images. It's probably my connection though, and not Blogger's fault.





Hey, how did these get in here?! I don't keep my kitty in a cooler..I swear...



This picture represents the painting as it stands now. I felt the need to fill in all of my sketches, despite my previous inclination. All that's left is a background. The stark whiteness is too much glaring purity for me to digest. I'm not yet disappointed with this work. It helps for me to step away from time to time, as I find myself staring at this new addition to my basement hideout. It still looks like so much coagluated blood, but me likes anyway.

More Movie Watching In Hell

There are two new reviews up at Neko Goes To The Movies. If you haven't been there yet, it's cookin' these days! The two new features reviewed are Silent Hill and Evolution.

Why the Hell Wouldn't This Load?

I think I've picked up the spare.



That's as far as I got last night. It's kind of fun to stare at right now, so I can't decide to finish it or not.

The Circles of Hell

I must be depressed. Either that, or it's the lack of beer, lack of cigarettes, lack of sex, lack of money and lack of suitable living quarters that's driven me mad. Regardless, I started to paint again. And for the sake of misery loves company, I'm going to post pictures of my progress here. (It's not too late to visit The Book of Shenry).



This time, instead of sketching my design on paper beforehand, I just drew right on the canvas.



Now, I've added the first layer of color, which is the creamy hue of unsalted butter. It dawned on me that the lightest colors should be painted first. It's much easier to cover a lighter color with a darker color than it is to do the opposite.



Here's the next color. Keep in mind that when I paint, I only use the 3 primary colors and black and white to mix my colors from.



And so on...



Starting to see a theme? I've been trying to balance each color evenly throughout the canvas. The problem is, I think I might run out of colors in this spectrum before I finish filling in the design.

There's another picture, but I can't get flippin Blogger to load it up. Ah well, I'll try in another post.

Zwinkies From Hell

I'm really hooked on this Zwinky thing.

Hell At Maximum Capacity

I've known for a while that things were in the works to get my little brother moved in with my father and I. I just thought I would have more time. I thought that another month would transpire before the proper court documents were made official. But, apparently, the school that he can actually get into at this point begins classes this week. Wednesday? Consequently, he's begun moving furniture and rearranging things. Unfortunately, most of my belongings (or at least the ones I use more frequently) are in that room.

This Saturday, I awoke to the sounds of voices and crashing about. Every time I'm rudely stirred from sleep in such a fashion, I silently renew my vow to find an apartment. So, I stumbled upstairs, eager for a shower and groggy and cranky. Guess what? My bathtub was occupied by a hose connected to a draining waterbed. Plus, we had a guest. My brother had decided that it was finally time to disassemble the leaky POS bed and he had invited his girlfriend over to help with the furnishings. So, no shower for me. Thankfully, his girlfriend is really cool and the two of us get along quite well. It's a nice change from the skanks he usually finds to drag around.

Lo and behold, I discover that the boy is on the fast track to moving in! It would have been nice to have a little more notice. I detest having people go through my belongings and would have liked to have the chance to remove them from the construction site. I was also hoping that I'd be able to save enough money to find my own place before the house was overrun. Sonofabitch! Right away, I can see one of the more serious issues is going to be the use of bathroom facilities. Every single f**ing time the little brat uses my bathroom, he pisses all over the damn toilet seat!!! I confronted him with this gripe and he pretended innocence. I know it's him because my father always uses his own, private bathroom. I'm not giving up the bathroom I have now because it's got the very best shower and accomodations. The one downstairs is adjacent to the litter box, and the only other option is through my father's bedroom. This is going to require my foot coming down.

So, that's the primary stress in my life right now. I just wasn't ready for all of this so soon. I hope and pray that the next 6 weeks will go by smoothly and enable my departure from this situation ASAP.

Another Movie Review? What the Hell?

Two more reviews have gone up at Neko Goes To the Movies. The subjects under scrutiny are: Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest and Final Destination 3. I'm also working on a little maintence on that site.

A Scan of Hell

There are two new movie updates at Neko Goes To The Movies.

A Scanner Darkly and
Master and Commander.

Hell and Hitmen

There's a new post up at Neko Goes To The Movies. It's for The Matador, so go take a look-see.

Might As WHell Try

I find that the dumbest mistake any criminal can make is to film themself committing a crime. I'll admit, when one is engaged in clandestine activities, especially when going on solo missions, it's tempting to want to preserve the occasion in some fashion. But, it's just plain idiotic. Not that I'm planning anything illegal....well, at least not anything that will bring harm to anyone....

It would be almost equally as assenine to go online and detail the various steps of such a hypothetical plan. James Bond would never get anywhere if his targets weren't fool enough to indulge themselves with a step by step outline of their master plans. Ever so foolish my dear Mr. Goldfinger. The only fanatics bold enough to leave paper trails are serial killers. I've been led to believe that these men are so intelligent, they'd never be caught if they didn't want to be. But...I don't plan to hurt anyone...not even a plant.

Actually, I had planned to hurt myself quite severely not so many days ago, but those urges have passed. It's a good thing I have friends. Well, I'd better finish off this bottle of wine and get to work...I mean BED...BED, I'm going to bed...

Hellish Update

Due to the fact that my personal life is way to painful to blog about at the moment, I've been spending alot of time at my movie review website. There are two new reviews up for your enjoyment: Lady In The Water and Munich.

I've also taken up needlepoint (of all things) to keep myself distracted while I'm not at work. Work, however, is going very well and it's the only thing I have to hold onto right now.

As soon as I can come to terms with all my emotional crap, I'll catch you all up with things.

The Undead Born From Hell

Notice: There's a new review up at Neko Goes To The Movies.

Cute as All Hell

I seem to be developing a collection of cutsie links here. I just added Stuff On My Cats, Kittenwar, and Cats in Sinks to the links at the right. Now, your girlie squeel is just seconds away! Click Now, you bastards!!!

What's Red and Blue and Speeds Like Hell?

I've just posted my first review on Neko Goes To The Movies. I've done a little mucking about with the template, but I'm not finished by any means. As it stands, it's functional and fairly appealing visually.

In other news, I GOT A JOB!!!!!! I start next Monday. While I'm not looking forward to waking up early and losing valuable video game time, it will be nice to feel like a productive member of society again. It pays much better than my last real job too. Finally, I can start thinking about an apartment and a new car! Hoorah!! And, I'll be in a cushy government position (thanks Shenry) which strikes me as slightly more stable than a corporate one. This time, I'm definately opening a savings account so I don't have to face months of mooching again. Hoorah!!

Hell Comes In Threes

I've done it! Although not sober in the least, I've managed to create three new blogs on which to post my future reviews and opinions.

Neko's Toy Party is a blog for reviews of sex toys!
Neko Goes To The Movies is a blog for movie reviews!
Neko's Veggie Reviews is a blog for restaurants!

All of which are currently under construction. All of which may eventually give way to their own, independent webpages. All of which may end up as complete failures. All of which are sure to consume time. I've posted links under 'blog me' and I'll make sure to post here when I update the other sites. Whee! When in doubt about the above links, check the permalinks I've set up. I am so drunk right now.

Hell Makes Neko Bitchy

If there's one art that I've cultivated within myself, it's the art of criticism. I carefully assemble my opinions and then give them freely. Some may call this "bitching", but whatever name it bears, it's a trait that I value. Recently, I have come across several subjects that I'd like to bitch about. Not only bitch, but protest and write letters about. I like reviews and giving reviews. Two subjects on my mind may just give birth to their own webpages or blogs in the near future.

Product reviews can be very valuable. I firmly believe in getting what you paid for, and so if I've been ripped off, I like to share the information in order to protect others from the same fate. I also like to prevent the bastards that ripped me off from making money. So, without further ado, here are the two topics of today's rant:

Topic #1: On the Border Mexican Grill

Those scurvy, scheister, bastards!!! I will never again willingly visit this establishment. People are going to get letters about this one. Stand away from my fiery laser eyes of doom!! I'm furious. Here's the story:

I went with Spike and his family Tuesday afternoon for lunch to OTB. Immediately upon hearing the name of our destination, I was leery. Would they have anything suitable for vegetarian consumption? The answer, it turned out, was a resounding NO (with echoplex effect)! On their menu, there are a microscopic selection of non-meaty dishes. Spike and I both ended up with the "build your own" items. I had two spinach-mushroom enchiladas (I will check spelling in my official letter to management). The dish comes with two sides. However, the pinto beans and the fried rice contain animal byproducts. All except one of the sauces contained meat products. That one sauce is the queso sauce. Thankfully, the waitress was familiar with these facts and helpfully warned us against the other options.

The meal arrives. Quite honestly, I wouldn't be surprised to learn that my meal was taken out of a box and thawed in the microwave before making it's way to my table. The "queso" was hardly more than Velveeta with a few freeze-dried tomatoes. The mushrooms were obviously canned. My iced tea was even served in a dirty plastic cup! I'm thoroughly disgusted both with the fact that I had so few choices on the menu and with the fact that what I did end up ordering was so very poorly executed. (It should have been executed via firing squad)

Although I was not effected negatively by the service, other people in our party seemed to be. I saw one person's meal taken back twice for adjustments. Fortunately, I didn't have to foot the bill, but that doesn't make me any less angry. If you happen to be vegetarian as well, steer well clear of On The Border, my friend. I promise that you'll be horribly disappointed if you don't.

Just to be fair, here's their website. Check out what a shitty menu they have. Go ahead.

As an alternative, search for a link to a place called the Watercourse. It's my favorite eatery of late.

Topic #2: Ultraviolet the Movie

I rented this movie because someone told me it was good. That's the last time I take advice from my illiterate, retarded step-brother. I've had a bad run, lately, of making terrible movie choices when Spike and I visit the video store. I think that he's lost faith in me and my cinematic taste. Anyway, Ultraviolet rates low in the depths of crappy film. The script was absolutely appalling. The dialogue might have been written by a 12 year old with head trauma. The acting was weak, to say the least, although this might be attributed to the tragic script writing. The action choreography was equally pathetic. The only thing I can say for the action, is that it pointed out why it's a bad idea to form a circle of gangsters around the character you are intending to shoot. Spike pointed out that whoever designed the costume and props obviously had a hard-on for Steven Spielberg.

There are only two areas in which Ultraviolet could have actually sought to redeem itself. Number one is Mila Jovovich. She's hot, period. I don't care what moronic cesspool of shit she's cast in, she's just plain hot. If you're a Mila fan, just mute the movie and watch only the scenes with her. Number two is set and costume. Throughout the movie, Mila is constantly changing the color of her hair and outfit. It's neat on the scale of the nailpolish in Total Recall. Also, the sets are well done and fun to look at. They are colorful, geometric and just nifty.

If I had to rate this film on a five-star scale, I'd award it only one gold sticker. If you want action and Mila together, you're much better off with The Fifth Element or Resident Evil.

That's it for now, but look out. More ranting and bitching are yet to come. I promise.

Hell To Wake Up To

Ah, my Spike knows me so well already. He emailed me this link. If I wasn't so down on my luck, I'd run out and get one. It appeals to both my pillow fetish and my old-school gangsta charm. Sweet!

A Brush With Hell

I've been such an art whore lately. While I've always had an interest in the subject (I once considered a career path in the art field), it is rekindled monthly by my subscription to this magazine. It is also evidenced by the string of art students I was dating. More recently, I find myself rubbing elbows with the cultured wealthy and the twenty-somethings looking to sip free wine, nibble cheese and hook up.

First, there was the annual art fest, and tonight I cruised the downtown art circuit with a few friends. While the Cherry Creek thing doesn't differ much from year to year, the galleries we visitied tonight sparked some interest. I don't much care for landscapes and still lifes and the run of the mill traditional work. My tastes run a little more toward the fringe. I've added some new links to artists and such on the left, if you're into all that, or if you just want to see what I like.

While hanging out in the rain outside one of the more "fringey" galleries, I ran into a girl that I'd met last October. We'd both ended up in costume at one of my former co-workers house parties. She was a tiger and the only way I recognized her tonight was by her uber-cool accent. I remember pulling on her tail and trying to get my drunken flirt on. She was purring back at me and encouraging my advances. Well, I was completely wasted on "jungle juice" that night and it's the best I can reccollect (when in doubt, double all letters). But she certainly recognized me - out of costume! She reintroduced me to her husband, who just looked me up and down for about 5 minutes and didn't speak.

As I was standing there smoking, none other than Shenry's brother walked up to me! How odd is it that I should happen to meet two people that I'm aquinted with just randomly on the same street corner on the same night? I swear, coicidences must mean something. There's got to be some way to figure them out. I wish I had some sort of calculatory device that could immediately spit out the mathematical odds and probabilities of certain things happening.

Ah well. Paper Mario is calling me again. I am his slave...maaaario.

Where the Hell Did All This Rain Come From?

I'm back home again. I blogged on MySpace about my weekend, so I won't bother repeating myself here. One thing I did forget to mention on that site was that I went to the Cherry Creek Arts Festival. My Dad and I have sort of an annual tradition of going, but it's getting to be the same year after year. So, it went perfectly with the rest of my bland weekend.

I'm really jazzed up about the Nintendo scene lately. I got back into playing Paper Mario and spent about 5 hours on it tonight. The new one is coming out soon. There's an article on it in the latest issue of Nintendo Power, which I subscribed rather grudgingly as part of my membership at the local game store. So, my goal is to beat the one I have so as to justify purchasing the new one. Spike also owns a GameCube and he was showing me some of his collection. He let me borrow Luigi's Mansion and a Wario game. The other GameCube title I was into, prior to my PSP mania, is Mario Party 7. See a pattern? It seems that the only games I really like for the system are games based in the Mario world. That's where the Nintendo company has me, you see. Obviously, any game that features Mario or any of his ilk will only be released on Nintendo systems.

I hear that the best RPGs are on Playstation. That means I'll have to get one of those too. At least Playstations these days play movies. I hear tell that the new system is going to be prohibitively expensive. Sigh. I'll just have to land a really sweet job and hook myself up.

In other news, I haven't been doing so well on my recent resolutions. But, I figure I'll let myself off the hook, what with it being a "holiday" and all. I did put forth some minimal effort though, so *shrug*.