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Interests: Emerging from a slumber over a decade long. My torpor has ended, I rise.
Expertise: Manic Madness and Controlled Chaos
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Sunday, December 09, 2007

A New Life...?

To all my Xanga Friends...

Hey, sorry I haven't been here for years....literally.  Sorry, I rarely check back at Xanga anymore.  I am somewhat more frequent at MySpace (which doesn't really mean I'm there either) but you can find me at Foxmouser at MySpace.  Just send an add.

Life has been busy...and then some, then not so busy.  I was working at the Law School doing fundraising.  It wasn't really my schtick...but now I know more about fundraising, especially on the upper levels, than ever.  I love the Law School, but higher end fundraising wasn't really what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. 

So now I'm off...working on several businesses with classmates and friends.  I wonder how that will go.  Heh. 

Still searching for a home church...and what it means to have church, and defining and finding what it means to follow Christ and where Christianity is going these days and whether or not I really want to be a part of our modern western church paradigm.  I am not bitter anymore...just jaded and somewhat wiser to the happenings of our "religion" and the mindless followers who subscribe to it...and mind you, not all are bound slaves.  There are many that are free...God I envy them.

Anyhow, till next we meet...

Fox


Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Thresholds...

And thus, I enter a new phase in my life...the job search.  Okay, I've been here before...ergh.  Pray for me, that I may find something that I enjoy, yet, won't get completely burned out by.

Fox


Friday, November 04, 2005

The Reaper of Innocence (or Dollman 2005)

Halloween 2005

Scott (left), Matt (right), and I testing out the suit before the DTP Halloween party Friday night.

Here's a single shot of me...includes the belt, bandolier, and heart chain mass (a bunch of decapitated heads and hooked bodies).  Notice, I'm wearing short sleeves, but my body looks much bulkier.

Halloween night...here I am putting on my hair (100 strands of braids..err).  Notice Big Bird, hanging on the chains of death....his guts spilling out.  Scott is next to me with his mini-bear staff.  Scott made his own gloves and is wearing the kangaroo belt...but I decided to keep the bandolier.

My hairs a bit messed up...err...you can see my ear in the pic.  Here, Scott and I are with Naomi.  Scott is looking a bit bare, so you can't get a good peak of all the stuff on him, but he is holding the heart hook mass in my hand there

On Halloween night, Chris (here) followed behind me and took pictures.  I wish he took a few more pics, but whatever.  Anyhow, I wanted a good shot of my standard, so I asked Chris to hold it up while I took a shot.  This picture gives the standard justice...notice the animals hanging by the hooks, and the decapitated heads in nets.  The brown bear under the center bear head was suppose to hang on the center like a victim of the crucifix, but unfortunately I didn't have time to drive some yarn through his back.

Fox

 


Thursday, October 27, 2005

The Death of Innocence...

There comes a time in each young child's life where their innocence is lost.  It might be from being bullied by an older sibling, or the destructive revelation that Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny are not real.  At other times, a child is brutally beaten by a drunken parent, or they endure something worst that no child or adult should ever have to face in their lives. 

In the witching hour, late at night, the "Death of Innocence" sneaks into the rooms of these young children, and stealing away their dolls....a symbol of their innocence, and in a peverse cruel manner, ends the joy that creature brings to their child.  This reminds me of when my parents tossed out my toys.  I would see them mangled in weird positions trapped in a plastic trash bag...sitting there in the driveway pleading for rescue from a dreadful fate.  I rescue them if I could, but I could not save them all.

The new Dollman Suit is titled, "the Death of Innocence".  It is the embodiment of this reaper of joyful toys...the Death of Innocence.  It's purpose, to calmly roam the Earth, to entice young dolls into its grasp, and then to slowly skin them alive, and sew their flesh onto its suit...it is not a site for the young.

This year...the suit costed me much of early October.  I didn't keep track of time, but it seemed to go much faster than I planned.  There's almost no last minute rush to finish the costume. 

I started with the coat...handsewn doll flesh coat.  It's a bit heavy, but I believe well worth carrying the weight around.  I only regret that I didn't have a "dummy model" to actually plan out a better design.  I also wished I had placed more "full-bodied" dolls (inards and all) on the upper body as opposed to the lower body.  Mmore weight up top allowed for less strain on the soul. 

To adorn the head, I scrapped the Russian hat with small dolls idea and instead went something along the lines of Predator...with dreads.  I hand braided dreads using twine, yarn, raffia, and othe threads and inserted beads and bells in the hair.  I made 100 strands of hair for the head piece.  My only regret....not testing the raffia's relationship with water first.  Cranberry dyed raffia does NOT do well with water.  If it rains, my face will turn a bright pink.

I salvaged the top stick for my standard and recarved a new main pole.  This year, I went with a darker red stain for the wood and it worked well with the already brighter orange color of the top staff.  The staff is adorned with dolls, and bells.  I still need to track down the thicker boating rope.  Thick rope is VERY expensive, and I don't think I'll make any additional purchases.  This suit also costed quite a bit in materials.  The staff is about eight feet tall with a teddy head on top.

Frills...there are many doll carcasses with their bodies impaled on hooks.  I had to carve plastic hooks from plexiglass (kinda expensive if you think about it) to make sure that they were safer to use.  I always ran into problems with chipped paint, so this year I varnished the painted pieces.  I had a hard time painting the chains...make them gunmetal/silver.  However, white based plastic chains are a pain, but black was not readily available.    I had to finally remove from of the inards from the dolls to lighten the load. 

This year, I also made boots...well, more like leggings.  An old pair of shoes are now fuzzy.  Hehe.  But I also made leggings with more doll flesh and a number of belts.  At the least, later I can recover the belt pieces and recyle them if necessary.

A bandolier of dolls (kinda like boyscout merit badges) also adorn the suit.  I hope I made it to the right size, but now I can make stuff like that...which is kinda cool.  This sentence makes NO sense at all huh?  Further, I added an extra layer of doll flesh, a thinner layer to lay over the shoulder.  This was kinda an offshoot from the Rugman suit that had a number of extra rug that were not tied to the suit but rather hung loosely from the shoulders.

I also made a few extra pieces for an assistant.  A teddy bear head piece, an extra staff, and well, a thin strip of faux wolf fur.

Should be interesting.  I'm doing a test run this Friday.  Pictures to ensue.

Fox


Saturday, October 15, 2005

Movie Madness and Other Mayhem
(warning, this is a light post...less than three pages long!)

Tonight was one of the weirdest movie experiences for me.  It definately beat the time when I had a psycho chick sitting next to me screaming, yelling, and swearing at McCully Culkin in the Good Son.  It definately surpassed Pokemon (don't ask) and all the kids in the theaters...I nearly threw up.  It was on the level of Natural Born Killers, where I walked out, dazed, head beating....weirded out and perhaps life changed.  However, Domino was no life changing movie, but the audience definately pissed me off.

Up front we had a couple with a toddler....who was walking, crawling, and later running around the front isle.  The toddler started crying at each action violence scene...and the mother finally took the kid out AFTER the theater staff asked her to.  The kid must have been crying for three or four minutes before mom took her out.  The kid returned, running up and down the center isle three or four times...it was insane. 

Okay, we had the typical ringing phone....that wasn't too bad.

BUT....at the end of the film, this old lady started TALKING on her cell phone, loudly, and she just sat there, without a care in the world until finally someone yelled at her to shut up.  She then walked to the SIDE of the theater to continue her conversation...until a lady near our isle asked her to leave.  Ugh.

To top it off, I missed the near fight.  In the back of the theater, apparent someone kept kicking the seat in front of them throughout the whole movie.  When the credits started rolling, the guy in front got up, and basically chewed out the kicker.

Weird...weird, weird.  I can't even critique Domino because of the chaos.  Ugh!~

Fox

 



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