Here are the scans for the screenplay Operation: Red Chicken Disco Jesus along with some photos of the Wreck-Gar folder I found it in, which obviously protected the script from the elements at some point. Without Wreck-Gar, the script would have surely been lost to the annals of time.
Here is another track from Chewkies Two. There is not a video for this one, because the program I do the titling with broke on me. I deleted it and tried to reinstall it only to find that my Mac OS was too out of date. Apple! Thanks to Tim for feedback on the mix.
I found the script for Operation: Red Chicken Disco Jesus the other day while looking for a D&D module. Honestly, I can’t remember if the mime joke made it in. It is probably also worth mentioning that the script was in a Wreck-Gar folder.
The above title is misleading. It is misleading because while I was around during the days of the old dial-up Bulletin Board Systems, I never ran one or really had an interest in computing. I more just lived “through the times” and the era of modems, baud connections and AOL CDs, when in an effort to kill boredom, my friends and I would frequent BBSs. On BBSs we would sometimes play door games, sometimes download a porn picture line by pixel-loading-line, sometimes troll, and sometimes connect with other people in an attempt to feel a little less isolated in our adolescence. BBSs were a way to participate with a world that reached beyond the suburbs.
A Shizz friend of mine has run a Tumblr blog for almost a year now that I participate in: beercanonground.tumblr.com, or just BCOG. It is, as the name suggests, a collection of photos of beer cans atop this here Earth. Here are a couple of my submissions.
I was going up some escalators in the mall this weekend, and there I saw a USPS logo they haven’t used since I was 14.
This was the first time I’ve seen this in a long time. It was the first time I saw it as it was supposed to be.
Meet the USPS EagleMan, the mascot for the US Postal Service who delivers your mail. I never figured out why his collar was so fucked up. I figured it was a 70s disco collar or something. That was obviously his beak, so I just had to do a little mental acrobatics to make the rest of it fit.