Steven Seagal is... KID FURIO!

Will Sasso and some other dude doing a hell of a job playing Seagal and Van Damme. And as a bonus (as if the roundhouses and wanton neck-snapping wasn't enough), there's time travel and patriarchal revenge.

Silly Rabbit, Splits Iz For Kydz

Eric Prydz - Call On Me

This video is what comes about when KASAI starts craving handfuls of E pills and be-spandexed Eurotrash named Olga, like some kind of buttfucking, amped out werewolf. Call On Me. yeah. that's right.

Bloody Social (Constructs)

And they say sex doesn't rule the Advert Biz...

It really doesn't get much better than this. Blacks on Blondes, Under Armour style. Yeaahhhh!

Gah-Tahs! Butros Butros Gah-Lee!

Edu K - Gatas Gatas Gatas

nothing clever here, yeah (Kasai is emerging from a three day bender and needs his rest dontchaknow). just good to see the '80s are making a swift and thorough return.

I Been Awake Since '78!

Yesterday, while walking in SoHo, i happened upon a man.
But he was no less a man than a force!

Diminuitive, yes.
Mentally retarded, yes.
Homeless and without gainful employ, oh yes!

All the better, yeah.

And as a woman of no more than 55 traversed his plane of being, what would happen next would blow the minds of an entire metropolis, whether they realized it or not.

For no real reason (though i'm sure there were plenty of artificial justifications), our man, our Legend, bow-legs and all, waltzes up to said female and spits in her face.

As she hurries past in the wake of this terrible, unprovoked assault, Hewie (i've decided to name him Hewie), gives her "the finger," the ultimate insult, and calls her a "stupppittt BITCH!"

Walking past this scene, I lock eyes with the maniac, and after a nanosecond of uncertain tension, he is on his way.

Perhaps his eyes saw someone that wouldn't stand for such brutality. Or maybe he'd just blown his load on Maria and decided that it'd been enough action for one day. Back to sorting the jars of stolen urine in the 'ol shopping cart.

But surely a thing of this sort of beauty knows nothing of fear. Surely.

As Illusions Pass

Reading about the formative years of HST by candlelight, I came to a near epiphany concerning one of my most precious (if oft-delayed) creations. The revelation, being, of course, that the 4/5ths completed manuscript i've toiled at on and off for the last three years shall be transmogrified into a screenplay.

I'm hardly pretending it's brilliant in the traditional sense (it is, after all, unfinished and mostly neglected), but at this point, the switch is just a fucking necessary thing. The movie in my mind becomes the movie in their theaters, yeah?

And the only reason i'm putting this up on the small screen is because months, nay, years from now, I want to be able to look back and figure out exactly when the entire project began to unravel and fester.

Thanks for listening sweetie.