It has been a mysteriously Star Wars'y day on the internet for me. Yoda talk on twitter, and some vids on facebook got me reminiscing about that galaxy far far away. I remember the first time I watched this Star Wars Fan Fiction film I did not even notice its horrible quality, so it must have been one helluva long time ago, cause it looks like womprat turd.
There's a behind the scenes video but close as I could get was this muted youtube clip.In the original behind the scenes they mention the dumb toy they used for the droid, and how they were mad they couldn't find a isolated-enough dessert/dry lake bed to not have mountains in the background. "Troops" considers one of the most important fan fiction films, and certainly one of the most in Star Wars lore, and I think rightfully so. It also is considered one of the pioneers of the whole "viral video" phenomenon, as it existed only in nerdfull convention shows, listervs and other associated geekcaves before hitting it big on the copper screen (youtube).
Few words from the creators after the grapevine.
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Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Ya Boy in Boise
Donald Glover aka DongLover aka Childish Gambino stays indulging in the spontaneous party creator known as twitter. Something he really seems to enjoy.
Look for the freestyle @ 2:00
Look for the freestyle @ 2:00
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Total Winter Eclipse Solstice
Anybody going to check out the moon tonight? Can't make it cause of that whole 9-5 I've got :(. Oh well, at least it pays the pills and finances my thrills!
What the hell time is that whole moon show anyway?
I dont speak spanish.
What the hell time is that whole moon show anyway?
I dont speak spanish.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
It's a-Me! Niko!
This trailer is better than the first Mario Bro's movie combined, doubled, and coverd in PUDDI PUDDI. When Toad showed up, I damn near lost it.
I'm Not Keeping Tabs On Cars
Tommy is to body hair as is Miles is to sleep. It's six in the morning again and so now it's time for a nice cuddle by the computer screen story, courtesy of Kilometers. Whats grapes to Cap'n Snapback, the B.E.T. Baywatch Star.
I don't know too much about cars. I can see people up in Richlington got a Cudi sized Mr. Rager for automobiles. I really ain't an enthusiast, man. I whipped a '01 Subaru Impreza Sport back in high school named the Silver Surfer. Occasionally, I'd get a compliment from a random asian dude bumping DeadMau5 in the school parking lot or outside El Charrito. But when people start talking cars, I often ain't hip to what they rappin. I do have a dream car and pretty cool good story to go with it. One night back in Arlington...
Something about european tags makes a car more dank...
It was the second day back from my beach week. I had been blunt cruising in the Surfer all down 50 and was going home for dinner when my cousin called. My cousin just graduated from college and was in town for the weekend. He's the only tight relative I have on the white side of my family. Fresh from UC Santa Barbara, cousin Charlie had brought himself to my house in the hopes to see me but had to settle for my parents. Anyways, Charlie tells me over the phone that his friend is performing at a rave with 12 or so other DJ's and got us two invites to go. UHHH, welcome to Jack in the SICEBOX, can I take your order? I rush back home, eat with the folks, and then dipset with Charlie back to his house. When we get to his casa, he surprises me with a couple of dankass Grateful Dead tabs. I know this is going to be a great night.
Peep the 2nd row and 4th square. It's pretty close to what I had.
We take the tabs right away but the show isn't for three or so hours. So now we're just starting to trip in his basement while reality starts warping. Fast forward three hours and we are in full swing of mind bending perception. Charlie notices the time and says we should head out to the place. This is a great moment as we drive off in my Silver Surfer. The song that comes on right away isn't techno or any electronic music at all; it's Hurricane by Bob Dylan. At the peak of the song, we hit the highway. I'm tearing down 66 on a fucking hallucinogenic to this very song and something hits me right on the top of the brain. I start to imagine myself driving the car Wooderson drove in the film Dazed and Confused, my favorite movie of all time. A shiny black 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle SS with white racing stripes on the center of the car.
SEX
With the acid in full swing, my brain was convinced of this awesome change of vehicle as I neared 90 miles an hour without a soul on the road. It was only midnight after all. I told Charlie that that I was driving the car from Dazed and Confused. He laughed, telling me that he was Wooderson and that I was Pink and he was letting me drive his car. Somehow, it seemed like he wasn't even kidding and that was really the truth. I think he thought it was true at a certain point. We listened to more 70's music and I finally slowed down to a reasonable speed. It was an amazing experience as we reached some random Fairfax exurb to the most awesome rave I've ever been to. The rave itself is a whole other story for another time. But I still see that car when I close my eyes some times.
I don't know too much about cars. I can see people up in Richlington got a Cudi sized Mr. Rager for automobiles. I really ain't an enthusiast, man. I whipped a '01 Subaru Impreza Sport back in high school named the Silver Surfer. Occasionally, I'd get a compliment from a random asian dude bumping DeadMau5 in the school parking lot or outside El Charrito. But when people start talking cars, I often ain't hip to what they rappin. I do have a dream car and pretty cool good story to go with it. One night back in Arlington...
Something about european tags makes a car more dank...
It was the second day back from my beach week. I had been blunt cruising in the Surfer all down 50 and was going home for dinner when my cousin called. My cousin just graduated from college and was in town for the weekend. He's the only tight relative I have on the white side of my family. Fresh from UC Santa Barbara, cousin Charlie had brought himself to my house in the hopes to see me but had to settle for my parents. Anyways, Charlie tells me over the phone that his friend is performing at a rave with 12 or so other DJ's and got us two invites to go. UHHH, welcome to Jack in the SICEBOX, can I take your order? I rush back home, eat with the folks, and then dipset with Charlie back to his house. When we get to his casa, he surprises me with a couple of dankass Grateful Dead tabs. I know this is going to be a great night.
Peep the 2nd row and 4th square. It's pretty close to what I had.
We take the tabs right away but the show isn't for three or so hours. So now we're just starting to trip in his basement while reality starts warping. Fast forward three hours and we are in full swing of mind bending perception. Charlie notices the time and says we should head out to the place. This is a great moment as we drive off in my Silver Surfer. The song that comes on right away isn't techno or any electronic music at all; it's Hurricane by Bob Dylan. At the peak of the song, we hit the highway. I'm tearing down 66 on a fucking hallucinogenic to this very song and something hits me right on the top of the brain. I start to imagine myself driving the car Wooderson drove in the film Dazed and Confused, my favorite movie of all time. A shiny black 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle SS with white racing stripes on the center of the car.
SEX
With the acid in full swing, my brain was convinced of this awesome change of vehicle as I neared 90 miles an hour without a soul on the road. It was only midnight after all. I told Charlie that that I was driving the car from Dazed and Confused. He laughed, telling me that he was Wooderson and that I was Pink and he was letting me drive his car. Somehow, it seemed like he wasn't even kidding and that was really the truth. I think he thought it was true at a certain point. We listened to more 70's music and I finally slowed down to a reasonable speed. It was an amazing experience as we reached some random Fairfax exurb to the most awesome rave I've ever been to. The rave itself is a whole other story for another time. But I still see that car when I close my eyes some times.
Friday, December 10, 2010
Wonderland
We've sorta got a thing for futuristic GUI's around here.
As for where Richlington will be spending its friday nights, well. If you dont know, now you know.
As for where Richlington will be spending its friday nights, well. If you dont know, now you know.
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