Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Have Some Photos



Friday, November 25, 2005

Tal - Chaos Magician/Druggy Extraordinaire



Best viewed as is.

I'm not quite as happy with this one. Not sure why, possibly the hand. The thing is I daren't touch it lest I screw it up majorly. It looks better now I've cropped it but still... These are all characters in an evolved version of the Birthday Project (which I'm still awaiting the clips from, Withiel. If you wanted we could reshoot it; I could get a good camera out from the university one weekend. Up to you and your ability to pursuade Bongo and Potassium.)

Thursday, November 24, 2005

Radio 4 Moral Maze: Gay Marriage Debate

Melanie Philips: Lowest.form.of.human.life. (RealPlayer Listen Again link, may disappear after a week)

I'm almost too angry to type, mostly due to the fact that the cretinous bigotry of these supposedly intelligent people does seem to provide a wonderfully watertight refutation of any sort of belief in humanist progress. Some quotes for you:

"(Heterosexual) Marriage is essential for...the healthy transmission of human identity"
"A lot of homosexual relationships don't bear close (moral) inspection"
"The heterosexual married family is the building brick of society - I think that's pretty irrefutable"
"Do you have any moral problem with homosexuality?" - "Yes I do - Because I am a Christian who believes in Scripture..."

And so on and so forth. This is exceedingly vexing and depressing.

More later, when I am less incandescent.

EDIT: Also, if you look to the previously-completely-useless sidebar on the left, it now contains functional, updated links to shiny rhexis content that you might not have seen before. More will be forthcoming in the next week or so. Probably.

Instead of my work.

For optimum view: click for big and magnify.

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Mirrormask.


Not meaning to post tonnes of err posts in one go, but when and where is Mirrormask showing? If you're going Xander, could you spot me a ticket and let me know so I can come with yous guys as it looks tres bon. As far as I understand: it's already out in America, and it's coming here after Christmas, yes? And do we know which select cinemas? Any info would be appreciated, kiddo.

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

T-Shirts

Has anyone though of doing Rhexis T-Shirts? Advermatising an' all. I wouldn't mind wearing a Rhexis T-Shirt. And Chris'd wear one for starters. Maybe to contrariwise we could have Rhexis trousers, cloaks, bandannas, etc. I would kill for a Rhexis bandanna. Oh the commercial possibilites are endless...

More Photoshoppery

The ever-talented Luke Martin starts his solo career, seeking out new creative horizons.

Best not Click for Big as it shows the poor scan quality.

Monday, November 21, 2005

The And The Horse You Rode In Ons

Thursday, November 10, 2005

You Need To Read This

US troops use napalm in Iraq [possibly NSFW or weak stomachs: one VERY graphic image]

Furthermore

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Sony BRAVIA




Sony BRAVIA advert.

This is a thing of beauty.

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Why Hello There!

1. I am drunk.

2. It has been a long time since I have made a drunk post on The Rhexis. Hence...

3. I am drunk.

Sunday, November 06, 2005

God Hates Fags

I just have to, cos I can't have you,
But I still love you, so tell me, why don't you too?


[Faggot! Queer! Sodomite! et cetera ad libitum]

I walk through darkness - by choice? Straight past the street-light.
Inside it's warm and moist, but I don't feel right.
The grass about me is dead; I'm told it's infested and white. [And bent!]
I want to tread green grass instead! I hate playing on the other side.

I feel trapped in my own glass box,
And the world outside can see, hear, touch, feel.
Just outside of my cold clear locks, there must be someone who'll hold me.
I don't feel real.


Most evils that God will condemn cause our society harm.
Why is it that allowing more love causes such righteous alarm?
Spoilt brains and empty heads awash in hatred.
If you can't form your own thoughts, your bishop will think in your stead.

I feel trapped in my own glass box,
And the world outside can see, hear, touch, feel.
Just outside of my cold clear locks, there must be someone who'll hold me.
I don't feel real.


I don't want to be healed. I'm sick of this quarantine.
Why won't God just let me feel as though my grass is green?
I'm not a Sodomite, I'm a gay Samaritan.
The love of money and might makes impuriticians "Puritan".

I feel trapped in my own glass box,
And the world outside can see, hear, touch, feel.
Just outside of my cold clear locks, there must be someone who'll hold me.
I don't feel real.

I just have to, cos I can't have you,
But I still love you, so tell me, what am I to do?



(c) November 2005 by J**** "Sable X. Veins" I****


This is a little lyrical treat I knocked together whilst in Utah. There's a lot of parodic emo-pastiche in there, but the subject matter is still Important.

/SXV

Friday, November 04, 2005

I Hate You

"Oh, I listen to everything!"

If there is a phrase that drives me right up the wall at social functions, it's this one. I find small talk irritating and pointless enough as it is, considering that all it really is is empty waffle; airspace filler until someone thinks of something that's actually interesting to say, or gets bored and wanders off for another drink, both parties immediately forgetting everything that was just said.

You see, what this phrase really means, is "I don't have an opinion!" It is also entirely possible to extend this meaning to "I am an incredibly boring person." What it almost certainly does not mean is that they actually listen to "everything," a fact that can be easily exposed by simply questioning this vapid loser. "Oh, so you don't listen to jazz fusion? Or Erik Satie? Well what do you listen to then?"

What it very probably does mean is the person listens only to radio and chart singles. They allow the flavour of the week to be shoved down their gullet, relying on someone else's opinion of what constitutes "good music," safe in the knowledge that they will never have to make their own decision. They probably own several "NOW!" CDs.

This is deeply tiresome. You're attempting to find something out about someone, and possibly make a connection, and here they are telling you that they are essentially a blank sheet on which other people can write their own opinions. You could go down the road of talking about your own tastes in an attempt to stir some mental activity in your companion, but generally they don't know, don't care, or they like "that one song." Not good enough. There's nothing to talk about there, and you're back to square one.

What's especially irritating is that somewhere deep down, this person probably does have an opinion. They probably have an few albums at home that they like, perhaps a musician that they like more than the others that they listen to. You could go down the road of attempting to extract this, but when someone claims to listen to "everything," that's not exactly an easy task, and well beyond the limits of my patience.

Of course, when people say "I have pretty eclectic taste," that's not so bad, as long as they've got a something to back it up, for example, "I'm a big fan of Indie, but I also enjoy Reggae." You've got somewhere to go from there, because they've indicated a preference. When you don't do that, the message that you're sending out is that you're incapable of forming one. That makes you a very boring person.

Form your own opinions, scum. Then people might actually be able to have a meaningful conversation with you.

As long as that opinion isn't "I like rap." Because then I won't want to talk to you anyway.

Cypriotic Problems

I need some help, kids. I have a problem involving a certain Cypriot neighbour who insists on playing the same System of a Down song over and over. It's the one with the vaguely tuneful bit in the middle that talks about people going to parties and having a 'real good time' and then something about deserts before returning to the usual spackey, shoutey and generally incomprehensible shite that make up most of the songs in that genre.
How can you either destroy someone mentally or change their music 'tastes' when they don't speak english? Kindly bare in mind that acts of arson result in a £40 fine and I would rather avoid this if possible.

Suggestions required.

(And 'No', Withiel; he isn't attractive.)

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

And I Won't Miss You At All



Grounded. Boxed in.

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Attack of the Fox-Hunting Chain-Smokers!

In February of 2005, the Hunting Bill gained Royal Assent after the government of Tony Blair used the Parliament Act to force it through. The Bill contained measures to completely ban fox hunting, on the grounds that it was unnecessarily cruel to the foxes and thus unethical, and there was the appropriate propaganda from both sides involving dismembered vulpine companions and culled hunt'n dawgs, etc. etc. At the same time there was a little something called the Civil Contingencies Bill which was barely reported at all, and was quite frankly terrifying, but more on that later. The main thrust of it was a puerile argument about whether or not it was icky.

Fair enough, I suppose it is rather icky, but that was no reason to ban it, simply because a load of animal rights busybodies denounced it. And there was various statistic-massaging on both sides to show that more people went with (not) banning it, when in all honesty most people probably didn't give a tin shit.

In November of 2005, there's questions about a smoking ban in public places because it harms people nearby due to the eeeeeevil cancer fog that they give off from the heavily processed dead leaves in a burning tube of paper that they have clamped in their gob. Undoubtedly both public health & safety busybodies and members of Phillip Morris/BAT/R. J. Reynolds/Gallaher Ltd/Imperial Tobacco (delete as appropriate) will engage in statistic massaging in terms of how much damage such secondhand smoke does people to try and support/oppose a ban. Oh, and something frankly petrifying called the Prevention of Terrorism Bill 2005 has since dropped out the news what with the sabre-rattling, even though it's probably far more relevant and important to peoples' ways of life than a smoking ban, but more on that later.

Well, I don't smoke, but I don't insist on banning smokers. Indeed, I've developed a technique for avoiding the effluence of their coffin nails, and that's called "sitting downwind of them." I highly recommend it.

Oh, and if your comment on this entry will involve an opposing argument which can cancel down to "Think of the children!" then you can go rape a rope.

- Oscilnut.