Wednesday, March 2, 2016

B is for Blogging under the influence of strong narcotics from an unknown origin.

Apparently blogging is important for an upcoming author/wunderkind.

As I don't think anybody actually cares about my opinions I'll try not to sound tooooo opinionated.

Fuck it. Actually I have no idea what I'm supposed to be writing. Blogging is a foreign concept to me to be fairly honest. I'm not used to people actually listening to me to be more than fairly honest. I'm used to people pretending, for the sake of only God knows what, with their eyes glossing over and their heads nodding strangely to a beat I am not privy to.

So. This is awkward. Okay. Opinions. No politics. Okay, here's one.

Otakus are too quick to judge American animation. Apparently cartoons are shit because they aren't mature like Anime supposedly is. Mature meaning tits and ass shots sprinkled with a ton of gratuitous violence on top (Can't blame them really. Given society.) But go back and rewatch the stuff we grew up on in the 90s. Especially the comedies. I think they will be pleasantly surprised (And I'm not just talking about the fact that they actually count as animation. The word "kinetic". Look it up.



Also, did anybody else expect Freakazoid to pull a Kirk on Gutierrez in the Season 1 finale? 

I was a little disappointed. I won't lie. I mean it was the obvious thing to do given the positions they were in at the end of the episode. It would have been hilarious if Paul Rugg had said it like William Shatner had. But I guess even Freakazoid wouldn't get away with sending a villain to his or her doom like that. Heck, even Batman wouldn't have gotten away with it. It's supposed to be a kid's show after all. Ha, yeah right.  It was a funny episode nonetheless. One of the best actually. Ricardo Montalban is so good as Gutierrez, really makes show. "I am not a weenie!" Haha.

Anyway,

I'll probably have something better to say next time. Maybe complain about Trump like everyone else seem to be doing right now? Who really knows anything anymore?

Until then. I shall leave you with this. It's not how you got up there that counts.  It's if you can get down again without dying, motherfucker.

KIRK IT REAL GOOD

   

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

She made a man out of him, a dead man but a man nonetheless.

Hi,

How long has it been?

Fuck knows. I could check the date stamps, but who rightly has any time for that these days?
I guess it's irrelevant no? Okay, getting to the point:

This blog will be my main blog from now on. Regarding Vampire Jay or any other of my various illustrious and frankly kind of raunchy works. So, okay, enjoy.

I'll be talking about the process (without getting too pretentious. I hope!) and the reasoning behind said process? Yes. I'm not really sure. I have this list, it says I need a blog, I was like, who the fuck cares what I think if it's not in fictitious form? I mean, I've seen those fuckers on The Facebook (so very amused with themselves.) I never got it. I always use Facebook for comedic reasons ( whether it be trolling or otherwise.) Who cares how I feel about Politics? Or if I've had a fight with my bottle of lotion? Or if I've decided to go on a diet (Which I have. Which, I must say has been a couple of futile attempts thus far. It's December after all. The month of eatery?)

Maybe I've been doing it all wrong? Maybe I should give in and make it all about me? Meh, but how funny would that be?

Really now?

Yours truly,

Jakobi Kid

(No Relation.)

Mwah.

(Here's a cute photo of one of our dogs. His name is Pom. Everybody wants him. Probably 'cause he's cute and shit?)

Thursday, May 15, 2014

I'll get to you now-now.

Okay,

So, I'm hard at work. Not necessarily burning the midnight oil or anything but I am busy.

Busy with what you ask?

I'll tell you.

Kommando Jan.

(Jan, Jan, Kommando Jan, Kommando Jan, hy kom. Geen reen of koud, geen stok of oud, Kommando Jan, hy kom.)


That's right, repeat and memorize.

Currently I'm busy with the pitch. Chapter 1 is complete, complete I tell you!

I'm actually, right now writing Chapter 4:

Page 3

Black Page:



Kommando Jan:

Hoofstuk 4:

Kinders van die wind.


Yep, I'm on page 24. I'll probably be finished today. Strange thing though, half of the chapter doesn't even feature Jan, it's all Ansel or characters related to her. Yes! And it's a brilliant chapter if I may say so myself.
Added some more folklore, some more danger to look forward to and of course, more Spaghetti!




Next on the agenda. Yes, let it be read that on this day, you know the date, yes, that's it, and add the time, good, that on this day, no, not right now maybe a little later. Three sugar's, black, yes please. No, not right now. Yes, on this day, I Spooky have started working on my next big interview, or well, I've seriously started thinking of laying it down, I've got the structure and the timing laid out in my head, yes, you can, (clears throat.)  All I have to do is ask the subject I'm thinking of using, permission to, actually, yes, you can, just use the default font, that's fine. To, where was I, oh yeah, to, uhm, to ask her permission to actually make her the subject of my next project. So, Yes, yes, I just want to have some of it recorded so long, yes. Just add a new heading, yes that's fine okay, what's the heading? Hmm, make it Tiny Dancer, yes D-A-N-C-E-R, yeah and then add, High School Confidential: That time I went shopping with Rolene Byleveld. With a "V", yes, as in Axefield, but, in Afrikaans. Yes, now, what is it so far? Tiny Dancer, High School Confidential! That time I went shopping with Rolene Byleveld, and she got me into a fight with a clerk named Gerard van Biljon. Yes, yes, that's fine. Yes, okay, so how about that coffee? 



Love,

Spooky. 





Sunday, May 11, 2014

Elected, Erected. Cold Ethel.

Blasphemy?

Yes. I guess it kind of is. But, as you all know, I'm not the most stable person around ( Not saying that one of my legs are shorter than the rest, but of the three, one of them are definitely being dwarfed by the other two.)

You guys probably don't know this, but there's a lot of stuff I've written that I haven't shared with anyone. Deeply personal, maybe erotic, stuff that I've been hiding away on the darkest corners of my flash drive.


Maybe I should share some of it here? You guys wanna hear of the time I almost made a porn movie?

2010 was the year, or maybe 2011, can't really remember all that well now. College is mostly a blur to me, my Woodstock if you will  ( Or maybe my Monterey Pop? yes,  Monterey Pop.) 

We had a lot of fun times, most of them above ground, what? We got called into the office at one point because they thought we were skate boarding on the roof? Well, we were on the roof, but we weren't skate boarding. 
These were our Tarantino days. All overly obsessed with Kill Bill and wearing black suits. ( Two of us, actually. The rest just seemed to follow.) 


So, I was the writer of the group, (naturally.) Dante, he was our editor. The Wolf was our Director and Boss Matsumoto, he was our actor. Well, we all had rolls in this particular feature. ( The one on the roof not the porno.) Okay, so, now you know the cast. We walked together, our little band. The Billion Dollar Babies, or, The Comedy Crew, depending who you ask, of course. 

Now, The Billion Dollar Babies only had like two films under their belts. They are on youtube for those interested. None of them written by me, spiritually maybe, yes. But, so far, we hadn't made any money from it.

So. Porn, yes, getting to that.

So we are sitting in class, dunno which one, remember the lecturer though. I liked the dude a lot, pretty cool guy, likes Tarantino as well. He's pretty well known though, so I won't mention names, let's call him Darius, yes. So Darius is lecturing away one day, talking about lighting on film sets or whatever and I put my hand up.

Now normally I'd be asking something related to the lecture, like, "Tell us a bit about film noir lighting." or some boring ass shit like that.  But today I had something forbidden on my mind.
"Yes, Mister Kid."
"Sir, I want to know how one goes about getting into the porn industry!"

He almost chocked on his spit.

"What?"
"We want to know how one goes about, once you've made the porn movie, like, distributing it, the channels?"
"Why?"
"Lets say, hypothetically, that we want to make one, how would we make money from it."

At first he tried to change the subject, but, luckily one of my buds, lets call him Spike Lee Fan, happened to be a porn connoisseur ( that means he dug porn like your father digs fine wine.) He was also curious on how the biz worked. So, after we pushed Lektor Darius a bit, he finally cracked. I laugh now when I think of it.

"Okay." He whispered and  quickly shuffled to the door, pushing it shut and locking it.
"I'm only going to tell you this story once." he said rubbing his hands nervously over one another, adjusting his wide frame spectacles.

He continued.
"When I first got into the industry, I was pretty new to everything. I was bright eyed and I wanted money. So one day I get this scaly phone call. I had done a few adverts so my work was out there. It was this Chinese fellow, he said that he had a job for me in Cape Town. So I'm like, yeah sure, I'll be there. He said, that he'd get me everything I need, I'd just have to show up. So, I fly down and get to the location, right. It happened to be this huge mansion. So, I'm greeted at the door by this tiny Chinese guy, who can't speak to well and he leads me inside. So right here I start to worry, cause there's all these naked people walking around. We get to the set, right. And I turn around and there's two people having sex on a bed in the living room, with camera's and an entire film crew just standing there and watching. The Chinese man was like, okay now you direct and I go pale in my face. I had no idea that this was a porn shoot. So I try to bolt, but he's stopping me, saying that he'll pay me anything I want. But I refuse and I leave. You guys. Once you do porn, you are branded forever, nobody will hire you if they find out you had shot a porno."

So we left the class and the first thing The Wolf man says is "I ain't gonna do it." lighting another of his cigarettes.
"Why not?" I contort.
"What do you mean why not, you heard what he said!"
"Look, I've got an idea. What if we all wear masks?"
"Wait, aren't you gonna be one of the actors?"
"I haven't decided yet."
"You can't wear a mask while doing it."
"Why not? They won't be looking at my face, dude."
"Yeah, you're probably right."

Just then Spike Lee Fan comes running up to us.

"You guys thinking of doing a porno?"
"Yeah, you want in?"
"Yeah."
"Can you organize some hood rats for us?"
"Yeah, I have a few girls in my hood that would be down for some action."
"Cool."

If you hadn't noticed, Spike Lee Fan is a black dude.


So, We all decide that we'll be doing it at my apartment. Which was cool with me. We find some girls, who also happened to be black to star in our film. This was in the Middle of Johannesburg and if I'm not mistaken the township over there is the same one that gave us Jacob Zuma. So, go figure.

I was a little hesitant cause these girls looked like they've been around, and every time I spoke to the bigger one of them she'd stroke her nipples and exhale hard.  Luckily, for us, they refused to work on the set if The Wolf was involved. Cause they thought he was racist with his big orange hair and his Nazi blue eyes. He also walked around barefoot a lot, that seemed to creep them out.

So, we never got around to shooting the damn thing, but, I did write a little something-something to build from.


Excerpt form love Episode 1: ( I cut out all the R18 stuff.)

(www.youtube.com/watch?v=1hk0sGep1bc) soundtrack for you all...

Scene 2: give her what she covets part 2
Int: home.

The priest grabs at his heart.
He smiles perversely.
“Father!” she grabs at his arm.
“No its okay my child, I'll deal with this blasphemer!”
(fls of him) “No you wont, sit down”
(fls on priest and Catherine)“Get back sinner, I command you in…”
(left ovs of her in the air also getting in priest in amaze in far left)
He runs forward and lifts up his arm, she rises from the ground, unable to move.
“I said get the fuck down, or she gets it!”
“whaaa?”

“Ho…how, how is, is this possible?”(cu)


“It’s easy when you’re not bound by some redundant church…” he’s moving closer to her motionless body. Camera still behind him. Ovs. He’s looking up at her with an half cocked arm reaching out to touch the sun.

The priest can’t believe his eyes. ”uhhh, uhh, uhh” he slowly slides back into the couch.


He nears her. “nuh, nuh, no don’t hurt her!” the priest whimpers.(still behind)
He takes his forefinger to his lips, not taking his eyes off her. ”shhh” (camera in front of him mls) .
(his pov)
“Hmmmm, just look at her…like a gothic little angel”

He takes his palm onto her belly and drags it onto her red zone ( This should have been (Censored)). He spreads his fingers out and lets his middle finger slide…(Censored) (Censored) (Censored) (Censored) (Censored) (Censored) (Censored)
(cu on her)
She inhales. Her nipples harden.

“Ekaterina, I’m going to release you from your earthly bonds, I’m going to break you out of prison.” (last part whisper) (camera on top down view of him looking up at her face smiling.)

He takes his hand away and smells it in ecstasy. She looks scared.
“No…I wont hurt you…You’re going to enjoy this.” He smiles again and looks over to the priest. “Watch.” (ovs) “Come Ekaterina, Show me, show me your inner most sexual desires!” She inhales sharply. Her hood slides off to reveal her beautiful long black hair.
It conforms to her pale white face. A blood spattered angel. She slides down to the couch next to the priest. “My child!” he whispers but she doesn't respond. Her attention is just on the one who unlocked her. He goes and sits down to the opposite of them just admiring this work of art.
(mls of her) She starts to explore herself with her right and moves further down with her left. The priest is freaking out holding onto the cross around his neck.
She spreads her legs and lifts it up onto her waist revealing a white panty. She slides her hand over her hardness. Her eyes not moving from his. She slips her hand into the white. She starts to sigh. The louder she goes the wider his smile extends. Her mouth opens and her head tilts back.
“No my child don’t give into his evil!”

“You have it all wrong, I didn't add anything I just released what she’s been bottling up…afraid to show it…because of you!

Her entire body lifts and contorts in pleasure. She starts to scream silently.ah,ah,ah oh uh,ah….she looks at him again…she covets him like no other.
Her mouth opens wide…”EKATERINA!” He jumps up and falls down onto his knees in front of her. He is hers…For the taking.
“No!” the priest is still trying to fight. He’s still clutching his cross.
He looks down at the priests’ lap."Your arousal betrays your faith.” He looks up again, she’s still in ecstasy still yelling like an animal.  

He grabs onto her thighs and starts kissing them. “hmmm. Show me what you won’t, take me to your inner most fantasy.” She grabs onto his head and pulls him into her sweet. He takes his finger and pulls away the strap and pushes his mouth onto her. He kisses, she moans.
The priest shoves his cross outward and starts to pray manically, his pants is about to explode. She orgasms.

He pushes himself up through her legs and reaches her face. It’s as if she’s high. She’s enjoying this way too much. “Hey…” “Hey” she pouts…its amazing. He goes in to kiss her. It’s a small kiss. Then detracts, They both smile again. “Can I come in?”
“Uh huh” his smile goes right round. Her hands escape downward. His zip slides down and her fingers grab at him. “Come here!” she smiles they kiss again…this time they use tongue. His underpants give way to his throbbing wad. She guides him with her snowy white palm. He enters her. The room goes dark. The lights start to dance.
He starts to gyrate. ”AHH uhhh uhhhhahhhahhu” The strap stimulates him even more.
She gets pushed up against the leather. Her arms fly backward and stay there. Her breasts stand outward its glorious. Wonderful. She likes it even more.
“Can I take them out?”
“No! my child!”
He pulls her arms harder. She sighs.
“I told you to keep fucking quiet!”
Priest pulls back again.
“So can I?”
She’s over heating.
“TAKE ME!”
Here I want there shadows reflected onto the white sheet next to them. It should be huge.
He lets her arms go. Camera on sheet. Lights behind them. He rips open her dress sweat and buttons fly. They bounce out to reveal her excitement. Overture here!

Camera here for another few seconds then back on them.(let song end)


They are extremely hard. HE sits back for a while to just marvel at her naked beauty.
His smile is almost maniacal by now.
He starts massaging them while riding her.
He goes down to kiss her nipples. Her breasts are drenched in sweat. He slides his naked (Censored)  in between them and starts sliding back and forth. She pushes them together. She kisses his head. He slides out and into her (Censored). She loves it. AHHHHHHHHHH.
She starts (Censored). He orgasms. She orgasms.
(Keep going back to the sheet)
He takes his hand down and starts massaging her. (he arches his back for this)

(his pov looking at priest} "haha, hey."
His eyes are blood red he's been crying.

He continues on his journey.
She stops
"Honey"
"Yeah?"
"Turn me around"
He stops for a bit.
"You want me to?"
She bites her lower lip "uh huh" she smiles guiltily. He looks about then sees the fathers face "Yeah, why not?" he spins her onto her knees. (again using sheet) her hands are rested on the back of the couch. He puts his arms around hers and pulls her back then enters her. Her mouth opens.  



Yes, you're right, High Concept Pornography, I can't see it working either. Maybe an exploitation feature? Hmm, Occult exploitation, Grindhouse, baby!



Love,

as always,

Spooky. 


Saturday, May 10, 2014

Inactivity may lead to blindness.

Yes,

It's true, I've been busy.

If you don't know by now, crafting interviews can be a pain in the ass. That magazine took something horrible out of me, and I may never get it back. Yes, that 11 pager sure was something wasn't it. It flowed, man. Like a river. Now I'm stuck with the issue of who I'm gonna do next?

That's the horrible part.

Ah, in other news, this blog ain't dead. No matter what those damn furies would have you believe.

Also,

Nothing extra except. Kommando Jan chapter 1 is finished, art included, just have to finish adding the dialogue. That's right. Busy writing chapter two, and it's a doozy. Everything you'd expect from an historical comic I threw out the window. Well, I actually wrote this one like this cause my artist, Joshy, as I lovingly refer to the man, got tired of all the horses. SO, I added some cyberpunk/ psychological segments.

(Cyberpunk in 1899, you must be insane? Nah, added some dream fiction, it's all good.)






And,

Zombie Bill.


More Art came my way, or not entirely, more like, I saw some finished art. Looks epic! Finally gotten to the fabled Rape Beast fight. Hup, had to censor its, uhm, extremities, or like, excessive amounts of large phallic shaped appendixes ( a tube-shaped sac attached to and opening into the lower end of the large intestine in humans and some other mammals. In humans the appendix is small and has no known function, but in rabbits, hares, and some other herbivores it is involved in the digestion of cellulose.) lol
All good though.



So,

love,

as always.

Spooky. 

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Welkom

Welcome to mine blog.

This is where I'll share stuff with you, stuff about my projects, inspirations and state of mind.
I'll also probably offend a few people, but that's life right?

Love
Spooky