The Conspiracy Of One

Torture Begets Solitude

2007-01-03T20:35:00.000-08:00

>>The world is ending Aiden. That’s just the plain fucking truth and you know it. The social fabrics have come undone. There is no morality left in this world..<<

"Wake up...Aa..idennnn.....WAKE UP!! I’m not quite done w..ith... youuuu.."

>>No my brother it is you who is wrong. There will always be good in this world. Things will never be as bad as you say they are....<<

"Fuck it!! Tie him up and throw him in with the other one. This is going nowhere and I have other shit on my mind today. Too much to enjoy this. AGGHHHHHH!!"

A lone table crashes against the wall. His mind is wrapped up in the complexities of his newfound life. Anger builds up inside him. Threatens to overwhelm him. He knows if he was to stay he would only end Aidens torment well before he had thoroughly enjoyed it. He chooses to leave but hesitantly.

"Boy I tell you this one is lucky today."

"Fuck man I know what you mean. I hope this guy is at least having a good dream cause its the last good thing he's likely to see. Once Harlin really starts then we'll see some blood."

"No shit man he's barely even bleeding. Not like the other poor fucker. Man Harlin laid into him good the other day. You should see that poor bastard. Whatever though ...it’s all the same. Whether you're bleeding today or bloodied tomorrow, the end game is always the same. I always end up on a date with a corpse."

In fact Aidens dreams were little more then flashing images. Memories of his brother... memories of his family and friends and all the others he knew before the world had gone to shit. Memories of all the people he had lost. They were not pleasant. They were just another form of torture that his soul would have to endure.

I Begin At The End

2007-01-03T00:19:00.001-08:00

The years end has brought the time for me to cease these mindless ramblings. The new year has come at last. It has been usured in on a favonian wind which has carried aspecial gift. A tale... A tale that becons to be told. A tale that has yet to have a voice in this world. Its time has come and so we start at the begining and at the end.

Aloha

2006-12-04T20:23:00.000-08:00

So here i am on the island of hawaii and i found time to wright a blog between adventures. So far ive hike a mountain, went swimming with the fishes, got kicked off the interstate cause i was holding up traffic with my mo-ped, visited pearl harbor, and layed on the beach like the bum that i am. I have one day left in paradice and im going to visit a Byodo-In Temple and the Dole Plantation. Oh im soo excited. Anyway Tootles for now.

Island Bound

2006-11-28T20:43:00.000-08:00

Not much more to say except Ahloha.... See you all in a weeks time freshly tanned and relaxed. Have fun with all the snow.... (Oh So Sorry)

Nothing Like Show Bizz To Kill Your Free Time

2006-11-18T00:18:00.000-08:00

So im back at last. After a long hiatus from he world of blogdom i have finally found a smidgen of time with which to write down my latest escapades.

Well its been a while since last i did this and much has happened since then. I completed yet another film. The Englishman's Boy has come and gone and not too soon i may add. It was a nightmare as we started pretty much 2 weeks behind schedule and were under the gun the entire run of the show. But we pulled through and from what ive heard the sets look amazing... too bad the acting sucked. We were able to build and entire western town in 6 weeks comprising of a two story hotel, a saloon, bank, general store, stables, log cabin, dock and blacksmith. A pretty big feat for the amount of time given. After that we had a trading post to build which was later burnt down, which was then followed by a ranch (burnt down barn and house, accompanied by a bunkhouse and windmill), and then an movie producer's office. It was hectic to say the least. But that's all in the past now and im now on to bigger and better things.

Bigger and better being a Charlize Theron movie called Ferris Wheel. It stars Nick Stahl, AnnaSophia Robb, Dennis Hopper, Woody Harrelson and Charlize Theron of course. Its been a wonderful experience so far as i have actually had the pleasure of meeting and talking to each one of them. Each of them being extremely nice. Woody was hilarious to watch football with, while Dennis Hopper was just an old gentleman. Charlize is amazing at what she does, in acting/producing/directing and nick Stahl is just a great guy who is both fun to drink and gamble with. However this movie isn't without its downfalls as well. Ive been sort of thrust into so many roles on set that it is both physically and mentally exhausting.As you some of you know i build movie sets primarily for a living right now, while doing makeup on the side. Well my role has sort of changed since ive began working on set as i am now doing 5 other departments on top of on set carpenter. I am now also doing paint, greens, spfx, as well as helping out with props and set decorating. This is a lot for one person as it typically takes 6. But with all this responsibility comes a lot of respect as well. Ive made tons of great connections as i am basically a one man wrecking crew. Something needs doing im there. As tiring as it may be, it is a great opportunity and i will use it as best i can.

So aside from work ive got other things on the go as well. I just finished my work on an art piece that Johann, one of our painters, is putting together. It is his rendition of a movie. It is basically a suitcase that looks like an ordinary old wooden suitcase but when you open it up it unfolds to be something completely unexpected. This little world of wonder. It's just like a movie. When you first start all it is is suitcases and gear but when you open it all up you get this wonderful world of make believe. Im really excited to see how the final piece turns out.

And on top of all of this...as if it weren't enough for you all to sift through... i am leaving on vacation to Hawaii on Nov 30. I will be gone for a week and it will be glorious. Nothing but beaches and warmth and surfing. Bring on the luau is what i say. I cant wait....

Its Coming....

2006-11-12T18:38:00.000-08:00

L.A Excursions

2006-06-27T18:23:00.000-07:00

Back from my trip to L.A...well Pasedena.
Details to come...

First One's Under The Belt

2006-06-18T22:23:00.000-07:00

Well ive officially finished my first film. We finished tearing down the last of the sets we toiled so hard to make on thursday. And with that we are now moving on to our next project. This next one should be extremely fun as it isnt a reshoot and we dont have to match anything. Just build and create. And the first thing we get to build is an entire town. And not just any town a western town . Which just so happens to look exactly like Deadwood. Its going to be fucking awesome. And in case you are wondering what this next movie is its Guy Vanderhaeghe’s "The Englishan's Boy" and it promises to be good.

Begin....

2006-06-07T22:57:00.000-07:00

Longboard bought. Will in place. Now lets begin...

Update, Update, Update

2006-06-01T12:16:00.000-07:00

So after a long ass hiatus from blogging im back to it with a whole shit load of updating to be done. First off.. i got my ears pierced with a 10 gauge on my Taste of Chaos tour trip. Well i can now fit a 2 in them with 0 coming up close behind. On top of all this i am now currently residing in Regina...which for all of you who don't know is both the Crime Capital of Canada (per capita) and now The Clap Capital of Canada....woooo hooooo. So not only will my new truck (yes i also bought a truck) get stolen but the girl who will be consoling me would also give me the clap. Yay for me. But aside from all that things aren't so bad. Working in the film industry as we speak. Building movie sets and going to be doing makeup on the next film as well. The current film im on is The Messengers (imdb it) with The Englishman's Boy coming up next and Auschwitz after that starring Richard Dreyfus. All and all not bad. The only downside is that i work a shit load of hours. The Average has been 5 - 12 hour days with an 8 on saturday. But the upside is about 950 a week (after taxes). Its nice to finally have some cash. And with this cash i will be soon buying a longboard....let the fun commence. The only thing to decide now is what to buy. And i need input soon cause i plan on getting it this week/weekend. So any advice would be welcomed.

Well i must say that sums most of it up other than the trips i now have planned for the summer. Going to L.A for 4 days for a makeup convention. And the going to Chicago for Lallapolluza and a Cubs game. It will be so damn sweet. 150 bands....sparta, broken social scene, feist, metric, chilli peppers... the list goes on and on. And so would this blog if i dont end it soon. So with that..i jet.

Flight For Power

2006-04-02T19:28:00.000-07:00

The Pelicans are flying over head. Their songs of sweet sorrow lost to the winds. The Vultures scream murder far below. The voices faint with lungs so black. The fallen victims of a loveless land scattered throughout by a godless man. The bushes burn black with a taint of oil. Fuelled with the greed of a powerful soil. These lands of hatred sit by so idol. Chastised and hypnotized by a box of golden style. When will this misery come to an end. When will the pelicans make there descend. Why do these signals go unreturned. When will the bush and vultures have burned.

What The Hell...

2006-03-27T19:05:00.000-08:00

New Hair, Big Chops, New and Old Drinking Buddies, Interesting Girls....things are looking a little bit better.

Bloody Rhythm

2006-03-19T17:41:00.000-08:00

I travel these hidden passages with cryptic meanings. They all lead to this rhythmic circle of cancers and cures.To love and to hate it all feels the same.My feet are so weary of corridors so bleak filled with this cancer called love.I must severe my limbs and be left for dead. Extract the tumor, there is no cure. My wounds are still bleeding, I've lost to much blood. To seek this cure will be the death of me.

Manic

2006-03-12T22:15:00.000-08:00

My head keeps screaming names at me. I don't much like it. Not only does it hate me but it strives to kill me little by little. It's slowly winning. The magic pills don't seem to work.They only remind me of what went wrong. Each one choked down with a bitterness so vile.
There are images, memories in my head, of things gone wrong..of words long said. Each of them armed with small knives that slice into me slowly, cutting deeper and deeper. I bled out long ago. But the pain is still there. It serves to remind me of what I do not know. There isn't much more that I can take without losing what little grip on reality I have left. I hold on with but one hand...the other slowly wipes away the tears....

Exodus Vancouverous

2006-03-05T20:35:00.000-08:00

Well the time has come (and gone) and I have vacated the Vancouver area and made the move back home. Yay for me. The trip back was an eventful one. On his way to pick me up my dad (with our truck and trailer for the purpose of moving me home) T boned a jack knifing semi while he himself was in an icy skid. Well this as you could imagine totaled the truck. There is essentially no front end left. Both his passenger and my dad walked away but were left without transportation for the rest of the trip. Long story short... stayed the night in Kelowna, rented a 26' U-Haul (14' to long for my purposes but the only truck available in Kelowna and Vancouver) and missed my graduation from makeup school. The trip home was split into two. The first half was from Van to Salmon Arms with me taking pics all the way.

The second half of our venture was then of course from Salmon Arms all the way to Shitsville...err Gravelbourg, Saskatchewan. Wooo Whoo. Well this part of the trip was plagued with shitty roads and even shittier drivers.

Something about the snow must make people's IQ's plummet cause even with a snow covered icy mountain road some retards were still doing 110 plus. I shit you not. Not to mention passing with the on coming traffics passing lanes. Its a wonder im no dead at the bottom of some mountain.

But anyway, what ever motives prompted me to move here are long since gone and im left with an empty useless feeling. Im sad and alone and feeling miserable. Any love i once held for this place, the people here is gone or goes on unreturned. Memories of the past haunt me still. I see nothing but grief and pain. Even in the brightest of things I still see its shadow first. The man with the white coat gave me magic crystals to help but its only a way to hide. Im shattered inside and feel like there is nothing left for me to do. So i sit here by myself, sad and lonely, wondering if there will ever be any one whom i can shower with love again.

It's The Cowboy Way

2006-02-21T21:01:00.000-08:00

Well the final exam has come and gone. And 5 hours of prosthetics work has left me with this. Its my rendition of a grizzled old cowboy. My gracious model Mike aloud me to apply four facial appliances to him (forehead, cheeks, and nose) to help create this look. Giddy Up Cowboy....Lets Ride.

Cheers to Mike for being such a good sport. He didnt bitch onces even though he ate a pound of crepe hair.

....

2006-02-20T09:50:00.000-08:00

One written and one 5 hour practical exam left and then....I silently slip away into oblivion with no one and nothing save my own thoughts.

Head Space

2006-02-12T12:59:00.000-08:00

Incessive boredom and manic depression are such a good combination. And to boot I've said not a word for almost two days. WOOOOO HOOOOO.

Sigh...

2006-02-05T02:22:00.000-08:00

Insomnia....my best friend. Aint life grand.

I Guess Old Ways Never Die

2006-02-02T22:02:00.000-08:00

Well the prick that none of you knew (save a few) is begining to return. Now that Ive lost everything that ment the world to me Ive begun to revert to my old ways. Its a wonderful thing when you are the only one to blame for a lost friendship. I hate what ive made of my life.

With Stone Eyes

2006-01-29T22:38:00.000-08:00

The Gargoyles keep watch over their dreadful city high above the torments below. Their gaze ever watchful. Piercing into man's soul, seeing all his petty full needs for lust and desire. They see his hate and corruption. They see how he longs more for the death of his neighbors before his own salvation. How he is willing to sacrifice all that he knows only to be seen as more powerful then those he once loved. Those he once called dear. They know first hand the destruction he can do. They have seen it through stone eyes. They have tasted blood, for at their claws hang limb and lifeless the tattered bodies of poor unfortunate souls. Their bones picked clean by ravenous beasts, but not all from the animal kingdom. The gargoyles know the way of man. They see his eradication ahead. They watch and wait and hope for a new day. One that will shed this darkened path.

The End Approaches

2006-01-28T22:24:00.000-08:00

Well I've finally realized that the end of my schooling is nearly here. At this point I have less then a month left and the days are just flying by. One day blends into another and all of a sudden there is something like a mere 24 days left. 24 days until the end. 24 days until the beginning of a career that will hopefully be a colorful one. Who knows what the future holds for this wandering soul. And who would have thought that at 21 Id be the first of the family to finish school and have a career.

Human Susurration

2006-01-24T01:26:00.000-08:00

With the coming of the new dawn, the darkness would not wane. It held fast like a fat kid holding on to his last cheese doodle. Always the dawn seemed at the edge of creation but it would not emerge. These minutes of darkness turned into hours, the hours into days, days into weeks, weeks into months. And with this passage of time came the loss of humanity. This plague brought upon mankind crept into most everything corrupting the very essence of man. It turned the humblest of men into the darkest of creatures. And the darkest of creatures into something completely unrecognizable. These dark and sinister beings now ruled the city, claiming reign to anything they desired. And what they desired was life itself...

10:00 A.M - Stanley Park Coastline Walkway - The dark black waters of an empty ocean stare back up at him. He is alone, accompanied only by the rustling of the crimson leaves of the great guardians of the forest. In the distance he hears a child begin to sing. His skin begins to crawl with the fear of the impending doom that awaits him. His only solace coming in the knowledge that his waking nightmare will soon end. A bolt of lighting flashes across the sky and the restful ocean begins a great stir of agony. It pummels wave after wave against the shoreline breaking agains the rocks.Another flash of light flashes before his eyes but this one seems different. Not like the other. This one is his own. This one is his end. His eyes coat with blood and he topples. The child laughs. The clouds weep,the trees moan. His light grows but is suddenly taken from him by unseen forces leaving him empty and hollow with nothing left but the laughter of the child and the warm feeling of fresh blood against his face. The stone granite cold against his skin. His watch is taken from his hand. A gift from a past life. A treasure to behold. Spoils of greed and hate. What loathe full creatures we have become. His vision begins to slip and his breath becomes weak. His blood stains the ground. The child watches with empty eyes as his victims hold on life slips into nothing. His torment ended, replaced with emptiness. Lighting crashes and rain begins to fall. Its job to wash away the blood of the dead, on a coastline littered with hundreds of fallen angels.... What has become of us.....

Flying Drunk Always Seemed Fun

2006-01-21T22:35:00.000-08:00

Well i really only have two things to say......
1. I guess I really cant fly when Im drunk
2. The sidewalk is harder then it looks
That is all....

Self Improvement

2006-01-18T19:48:00.000-08:00

Well being that im beginning to become a bit famous in the blog kingdom I figured it was finally time to improve that worn in leather faced feature I called a face. So i figure why not go and splurge and get the full facial reconstructive surgery and some laser therapy to boot. Now many of you are probably thinking..Well damn I thought he looked smooth and suave before what could he really be changing.. ..What could have been better. Well let me tell you what. Ive gone and changed all my features so that im an identical replica of what all women want and desire.....

Thats right baby its Chuck "Fuckin" Norris.Now none can resist my manly charms.

Just Cant Get Enough

2006-01-17T17:49:00.002-08:00

Well being that everyone seems to like the last posting I figured I'd post the rest of the pictures, to give you a full view of the completed work. And just so that everyone is aware the zipper is a real zipper glued to her face, the texture inside is made with homemade gelatin and all the coloring was done with an airbrush. And with that I bid you farewell.Enjoy.

Best Way to Get Out of A Rut...Zippers

2006-01-16T18:44:00.000-08:00

Well I must say the best way to get out of a rut is to glue a zipper to someone's face. Last weeks doom and gloom motif faded away within mere moments upon this wonderful creation. There is no feeling like making someone look as wonderful as this. It tickles the soul and warms the heart. As Creepy as it may sound, I just love to get my hands on as many bloodly things as possible.

Waking Coma

2006-01-14T14:07:00.000-08:00

Im so tired. Ive never felt so numb to everything. I wish there was a way to sleep for ever and not deal with the trivial things of life. I feel like im in a waking coma...

Nothing of Consequence

2006-01-13T00:44:00.000-08:00

The week has been one miserable blur. With nothing of that sweet ol'goodness happening to this poor withered soul. And to boot i think im being to catch a bug. I think I'll call him Sheldon. So i write this with a sore throat, a lonely mind and the sounds of Trail of Dead flowing through my demented, drug induced mind. To think in a city this big one person could feel so alone. Things could be better....

Manhood

2006-01-09T20:31:00.000-08:00

Well I've done it. Ive grown a beard that can rival Beard-O's and can finally be recognizedas a true man. Now all thats left is to start a crazy Heavy Metal band and get myself a sweet ass beer belly.

The Tale of Beard-O

2006-01-08T00:25:00.000-08:00

Well do I have a story for you. While on my merry way home one fine evening I was accosted by the most unusual person. So interesting was that I had conversation with him. Well after exchanging pleasantries for a short while I was shocked to learn his mystical beard had sprouted a mere day earlier. To which I replied "Holy Beard-O Batman...". I mean sweet Jesus man ,I'm 21 years old and I cant even grow half that beard. He later agreed to have me take his picture.

Blah...

2006-01-05T22:12:00.000-08:00

Well I dont have much to say about this. Boredom got the best of me during Christmas vacation i guess. Nothing to do but to practice my craft.

The Darkness Deepens

2005-12-19T08:57:00.000-08:00

Vancouver - Cracktown 2:00 AM - A day has come and gone and still the signal has gone unanswered.And with a new twilight comes a new darkness. The city lights have all gone out and the moon no longer holds its reign over the nights sky. It's power usurped by some unforeseen power. It's cool pale light replaced with a ominous blood red glow that seems to deplete the city of its essence as if it were being taken straight from its very veins. Even "Jimmy Shake" Johnny ,the local crackhead, who believes himself to be a Unicorn (One of the most magical and powerful of all mythical creatures) seems frightened beyond repair. The city is dieing. It's limbs grow cold. A hero is needed but who will head the call. Who will rise up and fight. Who will rise up an say " Hey...Hey douche bag.......Go eat a bag of dicks!". The city waits... but for how long...

The Airlines Are Run by the Devil and He's Out to Get Me

2005-12-17T00:09:00.000-08:00

So here I am at home, (roughly 11:45 PM) I've just finished packing and am all excited to go home tomorrow, when I get a phone call from Westjet saying my flight (which I purposing booked early so I'd be able to relax and do something I Regina) has been delayed from a departure of 7:00 AM to 2:35 PM. Well lets just say im not exactly trilled with this. Now all my plans that I've carefully layed out in the last couple weeks now have been shattered into tiny pieces and crushed underfoot. Im now scheduled to arrive in Regina at 7:42 PM instead of my original time of noonish. This is just irritating beyond belief. And you'd think maybe they'd offer some kind of compensation for this but no. Why bother trying to make people satisfied with nice customer service.This is crap. Lets just say this is like getting kicked in the pills. It hurts but there isn't a thing you can do except to jump up and down and scream like a little child. So that's what Im doing.That and hoping the rest of the trip goes better then the start of it.

Freedom... Sweet Freedom

2005-12-16T22:08:00.000-08:00

Well Im finally done my second term of makeup school and it couldn't have come sooner. I need a vacation away from the hustle and bustle of busy life. And im doing so A.S.A.P. With a 7 AM flight from Vancouver to Regina I should have sufficient time to kick off my dancing shoes at home and veg for two weeks. With intermittent bathroom breaks of course. I of course will also be offering my masterful makeup skills to all those who would wish it. The price for such being a forty of bourbon and that you guard my life from those who would wish me harm whilst I sleep. Its a pretty cheap price i think. Anywho off to pack and make with the dishes. They wont do themselves you know.

The Masters Of Time Have Struck Again

2005-12-15T17:59:00.000-08:00

Oh how the masters of time can be so cruel. They have layed waste to yet another victim. This poor fellow was found laying on he side of the street muttering incoherently about someone racking dead leaves off his lawn. The damage wasn't as severe as previous encounters so luckily with a quick dab of fixodent and a hearty bowl of limabean and prune soup (Yum) we were able to reverse most of the damage done.

A Mysterious Symbol

2005-12-14T21:12:00.000-08:00

Vancouver 1:30 AM - CrackTown - The nights sky is full of gloom and hatred; the moon struggling to maintain its dominance over the night. Somewhere off in the distance a vagabond screams obscenities at an uncooperative shopping cart. A cry for help but no one answers. Silence ensues soon after. The streets are now silent.... The type of silence that makes you feel like someone is watching...Someone is lurking in the shadows. The hairs on your neck begin to raise. Goose Bumps... Why is it they are called goose bumps anyway... A can comes crashing down the street... Trash to you but a goldmine to others. A fear stirs in you like you've never felt before. It feels like knowing that you are going to have to watch three straight hours of a Corey Feldman And Cher variety hour...freaky. Something is up in downtown. Something bad is happening. Just then, high atop the concrete giants a signal is raised. What does it mean... Who will answer its call.... Only time will tell....

The Ravages Of Time

2005-12-12T20:52:00.000-08:00

For all of you that don’t know by now, I'm currently in school to become a makeup artist. Yes yours truly loves to play with makeup. (A slight snicker is heard throughout the crowd) What do you have a problem with that? (Silence...) Yeah I thought not. Anyway recently we have begun our study of aging makeup and boy has it taken its toll on me. Not only has it affected me but it seems to be contagious. My buddy Mike has recently been affected as well. He went from being a young a supple 23 to his mid 50's/60's in a mere matter of minutes. Ohh the ravages of time, what cruel games it plays.

An (International) Noise Consipracy

2005-12-11T18:50:00.000-08:00

Oh my god...I’ve found a version of heaven on earth and it was at the (International) Noise Conspiracy concert. Now here is a band that takes nothing for granted. They put it all out on the line last night without compromising sound or structure. The band was so energetic that they generated their own electrical current in the air which caused my hair to poof up like a Chinese poodle or Dee Snider if you will. They went all out song after song after song never faltering in their stage performance. With groovy rythms and lyrics concerning capatalism and its failings The (International) Noise Conspiracy not only set the dance floor a fire but your mind as well. I say kudos to them for being ale to spread the word of pinkos everywhere without making you feel like an ass. And as an added plus they were able to make my feet move in a way that resembled dancing...which is hard to do in a white boy from the prairies

Now the openeing band These Arms Are Snakes were amazing as well. It was refrshing to see a newer band have the amount of energy, presence and talent that these guys from Seatle displayed. All memebers of the band contributed equally to this awesome live show with the highlight being the lead singers anticts and need to climb everything in site. A perfect opening band for The (International) Noise Conspiracy. There was on flaw to this stellar show however....The Venue and its Cold-blooded management.

To this day I still don’t understand the idea of having a sunken dance floor. You'd think that owners of bars would realize that drunkenness plus stairs equals certain disaster but that’s not the case. Well if you haven’t surmised the venue problem yet then let me tell you. This bar (The Red Room@The Drink) has such a floor and it was a constant hassle to maintain your footing with the surge of the crowd and uneven floor. I must have fallen five times causing my pride and behind to begin to hurt. A big wound for such a small fellow. Not only did the floor suck at the Red Room but the management have the mental capacity of a retarded chimpmunk on acid. The show began at 8 and ended at 11 with the management kicking everyone out so they could replace us with a crowd of yuppies. I shit you not. We were ushered out of the bar while a group of yups waited in line to get in. Never in my wildest dreams would i have thought that a bar owner would kick out a crowd of very satified music lovers (most of who were well on there way to getting drunk) out of his bar to be replaced by the souless yuppies. It boggles the mind.
But all things aside it was a fun and enjoyable time and for all those who have not seen either of these bands I would definitely recommend doing so…It may change you’re life.

A New Age

2005-12-11T18:43:00.000-08:00

Well its finally happened. Yours truly has found the time to create his own blog. And I know what you’re thinking..."Sweet Jesus Brent, what took so long?". Well the only thing I can respond with is "Who the hell are you and how do you know my name". I know it may be a year or two late but that matters not now that I have the power to spread my own propaganda. Muah hahahahaha...the golden age of information has arrived and it begins now..