Use Bombs

I’ve been busy! Were you really expecting me to post the following day? Honestly? I know that you’re asking, “Arion, what better to you have to do while out of work?” It’s not exactly like they’re just give jobs away!

…Well, it’s a little like that. But still–you get my point. Onward!

Get ready to sigh dejectedly at me again a second time. More animatronics!

I guess I got out of costuming just in time. Things are getting intense–roller-coasters on Cocaine intese!

…Well, maybe not that intense. Stop second guessing me! I didn’t want to put money into servos anyway.

Okay, so you want something non-costume related? How about this little tidbit: WordCamp 2010 Utah–august 28th at the University of Utah. Considerably less distance to drive than San Francisco, at least for me.

What, you don’t live near Utah? Do I have to think of everything?

Another video! I know, super lame!

But–if you know anything about me, you know how much I love design in all it’s forms. Hence, I’ve spent a considerable amount of time designing/fabricating costumes and props.  Now that we’re clear on this bit of background, look at this! This group caught my eye because… well… this is awesome.

I would love to work on a project like this. My overly elaborate imagination and OCD attitude about detail are shadowed in comparison. I mean–animatronics? Come on!

See!

I’ve started going through the book 1984 once again. This is a thought provoking read about a future in which Big Brother is the pinnacle of power. George Orwell does an impressive job of portraying this authoritarianism. However, there is one piece of text with which I must take grievance.

…The meagerness of his body merely emphasized by the blue overalls which were the uniform of the Party.

Often when we envision this sort of Orwellian society, there is a sense that most persons would be outfitted in this sort of drab blue uniform. I, however, believe differently. The uniform of this sort of party would in fact be a drab blue poncho.

Unbeknown to most, the poncho would be the first tool of an oppressive regime. This is in fact due to its one-size-fits-all nature. The task of distinguishing one person from another is greatly complicated by the fact that the build of a person is hidden from sight. However, if this is the course of current day America, most people in this future country would be obese anyway.

“But how,” you mutter as the few in charge plan their brutal supremacy. “The poncho is so innocent and comfortable.” You wouldn’t be mistaken in defending this appealing coziness, or in associating it with sleepy Mexicans. As a matter of fact, the poncho has many good things going for it; roughish good looks, years of expertise in its field, and deadly spikes.

How could they win us, the many, over? That’s quite simple use Jennifer Aniston: America’s sweetheart. Or even Naomi Campbell: America’s most violent model.

And what of manufacturing? Someone would have to take up this task; Someone would have to lead the charge. The ideal candidate is, of course, Martha Stewart. Bow before her in fear.

George Orwell could never have seen this coming.

…The story continues to this past weekend.

For us, it was a stop at the fabric shope, home of all things soft–and fabricy–and hard. The array of patterns here was dazzling enough to blind your brain with science. In addition, the women in this store were much like gnomes–fabric gnomes–dancing and parading around with crowns of berries and fabric in their hair.

Later that day, I proceeded to break the Taco Bell with my cantankerous order and its many revisions.

Unknown to me was the fact that the Taco Bell indeed had a flaw in it’s casting, much like the famed Liberty Bell. Also, much like the Liberty Bell, the Taco Bell now lays dormant in a fat man’s closet, dripping with taco goodness.

…And also: Alexander Graham Bell.