Sunday, April 8, 2012


Ok, so, I've decided.

I know I was trying to make this as strict as I could as far as content was concerned, but, a little personal tidbit here and there surely cant hurt, right? Surely, this cant come back to bite me in the ass somehow. (Because, surely, nobody other than one random hacker reads this....right?)

So, here's my dirty little secret for the day. obsessed with Calabrese.

No, no, not the broccoli. Not the salami. The band.

Yep, a band. Like how all the girls used to be in high school. But worse. So much worse. Because I'm at home. All the time. Alone. With the Internet. And we all know that nothing from this cocktail could be good for anyone.

How did this happen, you may ask?
Well, it's Joe's fault. No, really.

A few months ago, he uploaded my iPod with their 3 albums. I remember hearing them a few times in the car from before, and thinking it was kinda catchy. Little did I know it would spell my eventual, audible doom.

Now, I am one of those strange people who takes a while to listen to anything. I'll download buy a CD, but not actually open it for a while. And when I do, I listen to it in chunks. So, Tracks 1-5 here, 6&7 a few days get the idea. Even if it's a band I know wont let me down, the process is slow. Like I said, it's strange, but it's my thing.

Enter Calabrese's "The Call Us Death".

Why that one? I dunno. Probably because alphabetically it was closest to what I was listening to last. ("Thank You, My Twilight" by the Pillows, I think.)

First track. Cool.
Second track. Awesome.
Third track. Spiffaroo.
Fourth track....dear lord, is everything so catchy?
Fifth track. Sixth track. Seventh track. Scream at me again.
Eighth track. Ninth. Tenth. I'm in a whoa coma. And I like it.
Eleventh. Twelfth. That's it? Surely that's not right. A half hour went by? Really? But....I....I....

I hit play again. And again.
I'm amazed at how much I'm liking it. How much I'm listening to it. How much it's sucking me in.

The next day I jump on "13 Halloweens". The day after, "The Traveling Vampire Show". All three make their rounds in my head, every day. My brain is all too happy to submit to their new master. Oh, glorious dictators....<3

I start to get giddy. And I find myself reverting back to how I was years ago. Years of carefully crafted adult maturity flushed down the drain in a matter of days.

And thank Goddess too. I was quickly becoming an old boring bitch at the ripe age of 28.

Then I find out they're all over the social media market.
And I pour over the Blogs. And oogle the Tumblr. And stare into the webisodes. And read every Tweet, interview, and snippet of written text that any 3 of them have ever said. Somehow, I feel like I just found 3 new BFFs. But I keep this to myself, lest I seem like one of the crazies.

In all this, I realize that I have no idea what any of them actually look like. Hard to believe, I know. But the pics didn't show up 90% of the time on my cell. Did I mention I have an Android phone? And a Kindle Fire? Yeah. There's that too.

So I look.
And I probably shouldn't have.
I really shouldn't have.

I'll save myself the embarrassment and just say that half of my downloaded pictures are of them now. (More Davey and Jimmy, less Bobby. Sorry're too pretty. ^o^)

Then the dreams start. 6 within the past month.
Each one of them seems to play a certain roll every time too. Bobby and I are always chums. Davey is...ah...well, the object of affection. Jimmy, unfortunately, is usually a 'background' guy. How this order got set up, I have no idea. But anytime It's a Cala-dream, that's the way it is. And, just to give you an example of how my brain works, I wrote one of them down.


I was working in a restaurant when it began. My 'uniform' resembled a maids uniform slightly, and was yellowish in colour, much like the glow and decor of the room. My co-worker had told me that some celebrities were coming for dinner. Imagine my surprise when I saw who it was.

There were others there too, but, nobody I could definitively pick out. An actor, an older gentleman. And although my coworker and I were supposed to wait on the table equally, I only cared about the right half. The menus were already at the table, and I think I must of waited only 10 seconds or so to get their drink order. I guess you could say I was excited.

Before I had a chance to go anywhere, there was a rumbling that stemmed from the fire place set in the back center wall. And wouldn't you know it? Pirates had come to ruin dinner.

All hell broke loose then. Plates smashed, chairs were knocked over and broken, and blood was coating any and everything. Seizing my moment, I grabbed one of the villains from behind and tore his head clean off. Bobby decided then was the time to vamp-out, and proceeded to rip a hole in my new-found head still in my hands and eat the contents therein.

" didn't eat that well enough! There's still some left!" I found myself saying.

So he went back for seconds.

I dropped the head and let it roll to places unknown when he was done. The room had cleared out mostly at that point anyway. Stupid pirates.

I turn to my right, and Davey is standing in front of me. Somehow, he looks grateful. For what, I don't know. And that's when he bent down to kiss me.

I could feel the slight stubble on his chin and mouth as he did, gently, more than a peck, but falling short of a French kiss.

My cheeks flushed, I could feel it. My heart skipped a beat or two as well.

And then.....I woke up.

Yeah, I know. Vampires don't eat brains. But, it's a dream, dude. Deal.

Anyway...that's my secret.
Not horrific like you expected? It could of been. I edit myself very well, thanks.

Since I was gone for a week-ish, I'ma post some piccies too. You don't mind, I'm sure.


 Did this one years ago. I think it was one of the first I did that started the shift from 'pretty' drawings into 'morbid-ish'. Joe likes to nickname this one 'Angel Rape', even though that's not what I thought I did at the time. But, looking at it now, he's got a point.
This one is kinda cool, just because I took the time to put a pattern on something. Usually my stuff is kinda on the simple side. I blame Ken Sugimori and Pokemon for that, honestly. I always thought of this one as an Asian Medusa of sorts. Though, obviously, not as cool as say, a real one.

One of my latest 'installments'. Some sort of deamon guy performing surgery on himself. Lots of blood. Slightly masochistic, even. Awesome.

Well, I think that's it for now.
Fingers crossed nobody actually reads this. Heh. <3

Until then.

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