Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Iron Chef

As I sit here watching the real Iron Chef (Japanese Version) on the cooking channel, I find myself inexplicably hungry. I think I'll go eat something obscenely adventurous that takes me an hour to make.

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Adventure, the beginning of an epic saga.

I'll never forget that day, it forever be ingrained to the very deepest part of my memory. The most memorable thing about that night was how very ordinary it seemed before it all happened. Rachel was to get off work at 9PM, it was about 8:30 and I decided it was time to go pick her up. The drive to the mall never took more than 15 minutes, but I liked to leave early so I could better enjoy the beautiful journey through the winding forest roads. I stepped outside of our house, the last one on the left, with acres of nature and a lake in the back, with the keys to the Jeep in hand, and a hardly noticeable sense of foreboding at my back. I walked under the wrought-iron archway and stepped into the unlocked Jeep, admiring the huge full-moon the whole time. I remember thinking it seemed so strangely dark considering the giant illuminated ball in the sky. I put the Jeep in reverse and set off on what I had no idea was to be the greatest adventure of my life.

Saturday, August 28, 2010


I'm currently taking requests on what to write about. If you want me to write a story about something, or a screenplay or absolutely anything that can be written, let me know in the comments here!


Here is a quick picture of my Grandfather and his crew when they first landed at the site of their future base. To this day the base is manned by both German and American soldiers.

First Conspiracy

I think some nice conspiracy theories would fit the tone of this blog rather well.
The Hollow Earth theory is one that is near and dear to my heart, because it is one of many conspiracies that I happen to have experienced firsthand. My grandfather was very high up in the Nazi army, specifically the division in charge of the Occult. In January of 1939 he and his family were sent to a base in Antarctica, at the South Pole. This base had one purpose: digging. What did they find? Well, I think you can figure that out on your own at this point.

About Me, Seriously.

I am a professional actor and writer... which is to say.. I am currently "unemployed." Not in the sense that I don't have any money, just in the sense that I'm not collecting any "income" at the moment. Do what makes you happy, right? Well, why not? If money can't buy happiness.. or love, what's the point? We want money because we think it'll make us happy, it doesn't.

This wasn't very much about me..
Oh well, I tend to lose the plot fairly regularly.


The previous post is a lie! I didn't write a word of it. This seems like the classic handiwork of the Shmilithigonts, a race of impersonators who make their money by working for inter-dimensional crime syndicates. I wonder who is trying to pass me off as just another waster? Perhaps some kind of secret code would be helpful, so you know when its really me here.


I feel it necessary to explain myself for the previous post, my first. I was under the influence of some pretty heavy stuff at the time, and thought it would be a good idea to write down my thoughts as a means of coping mechanism. I was very wrong, as it turns out the 362 page novel I thought was written, was actually just a brief paranoid sentiment that I managed to bang out before losing consciousness completely.


Here is where I shall ramble my ramblings..
Perhaps the Chaelkrofreomaltimagerty cannot hear my thoughts so readily now.