Gibberings
Dad told me never to use XTREE when he wasn’t in the room.
July 18, 2008 ~ 10:00:22 PM * -07:00ST
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Log # 137
The Pallid Man
From vebelfetzer.
Photographer: Robert Brown
Model: Richard Hartnell
Post-Process and Concept: Eliza Gauger
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Eliza Gauger on January 26th, 2007 ~ 03:31:37 PM
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Log # 136
Blushing Whores
From vebelfetzer.
Models: Wendy and Malia
Photographer: Robert Brown
Post-processing: Me! I am a Photoshop god!
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Eliza Gauger on January 23rd, 2007 ~ 02:16:44 PM
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Log # 135
Reanimator
DSC_0119asm
From Robotangel.
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Eliza Gauger on January 23rd, 2007 ~ 01:29:36 AM
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Log # 134
Portrait of a Mourner
From vebelfetzer.

I spent Saturday night knee-deep in lace and gore, screaming orders to a slew of photographers in goggles and bowlers, dabbing flour and dirt on zombies, whores, and aristocrats.
The UnMet party was a huge success.
This is a Mourner, a character class that describes a professional woman who is hired by grieving families to attend the bedsides of the recently deceased. There she stays for three days, veiled and silent, watching for signs of reanimation. At the vaguest twitch or slightest groan, she decapitates the beast with her kukri. Mourners lead lives of dignified chastity, absolutely devoted to the art of stillness and observation.
Model: Nicole Vega
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Eliza Gauger on January 22nd, 2007 ~ 01:38:01 PM
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Log # 133
[UnMet Party] We need wigs
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Eliza Gauger on January 18th, 2007 ~ 10:12:19 AM
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Log # 132
The Official Unhallowed Metropolis Photoshoot Party (edit: fixed links)
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- Unhallowed Metropolis Photoshoot Party -
- 1/20 6pm until dawn @ Jason Soles’ loft -
- snacks, photos, scintillating intellect -
- http://www.newdarkage.net -
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If playing dress-up, getting your picture taken, and eating schneckens in a vintage warehouse loft sounds like a badass Saturday night, we have you covered.
By now I’ve sent most of you invitations to the photoshoot/party happening this weekend at Jason Soles’ place. I have no organized mailing list, so if anyone wants to come and didn’t get invited, let me know.
I know we have Rit and his crew rolling from Bellingham, as well as S4n and his crew, so other Hamlets who require wheels would do well to hook up with the caravans.
WHY ARE WE DOING THIS TO YOU: We’re taking photos to turn into illustrations for the book, which is an RPG set in a steampunk future London that is infested with zombies, vampires, cheap whores, inbred aristocrats and the unsavory lower class. I’ll grab the photos and manip them a bit so they look aged, then they go in the book and you all become famous RPG models. Just like…uh…
WHAT TO BRING: We need all the props, costumes and doodads you can spare. The theme is Victorian, mostly, but feel free to augment with rococo, 1700’s, and Edwardian.
Try to keep cyber and fetish influence to a minimum, this isn’t the World of Dorkness. Bring any hats, monstrous prosthetics, fake blood, fangs, monocles, wigs, feathers, jewelry, boots, scarves, bones and skulls, makeup, ribbons, parasols, corsets, oldschool spectacles and whatnot that you can. BRING EVERYTHING.
We also need technological flourishes: gearwheels, goggles, medical items, that sort of thing.
Any outfits you can put together that we are allowed to make completely filthy will make us very happy. Futurelondon is even sootier and more decrepit than it was in the 1800’s, and photoshopped filth just doesn’t have the same oomph.
Here’s the website for the book: http://www.newdarkage.net
And the photos from the last UnMet party, which was not officially a photoshoot but should have been: http://www.kascadia.org/unhallowed2/index.html
Also, woo, I get to see you if you show up. Which happens maybe once a year (because I’m a bad friend, you all live like 500 miles away, I’m busy, you’re busy, and I’m sorry).
Frankly I’m not sure what the ratio of party:photoshoot will be, but there WILL be food and tea and music and drink and dressing up and hanging out. Maybe even punch and pie. People who feel like bringing food or drink are encouraged to do so and will be thanked vehemently.
Marc17 and I are manning the official cameras, there will be other photographers present, and I’m under the impression that there are several people doing makeup and hair, including ME! If you can do your own, neato. If you’re not persnickety about having me do it (or add to/change it), even neatoer. If you can DO makeup and hair, rad.
And after the photoshoot there will be a dance-off. The loser will have to pose for the “about the author” shot in the back of the book. NUDE.
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Eliza Gauger on January 17th, 2007 ~ 09:44:15 PM
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Log # 131
Weebles Wobble but They Don’t Suck Dick
Weebles Wobble but They Don’t Suck Dick
From vebelfetzer.
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Eliza Gauger on January 17th, 2007 ~ 08:58:41 PM
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Log # 130
February 8th, Tacoma, ALL AGES: Abney Park, Stolen Babies and Estradasphere
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Eliza Gauger on January 17th, 2007 ~ 08:07:42 PM
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Log # 129
Maybe If I Press A Fast Enough, My Brain Will Reattach Itself
Last night was my very first team deathmatch since…oh…probably the halcyon days of yore, burrowed into the local underground LAN-for-lease. I was going to farm some more of those sweet lil’ Sherbats but Tycho had other plans, and before long I was cussing and flinching and screaming in a pack of likeminded warriors in the midst of a Gears of War fragfest, all from the discomfort of my living room.
This sort of insane entertainment used to be $15 per hour, now it’s $50 per year. The ratio of fun:$$$ gets better all the time; every once in a while I feel an almost tearful swell of admiration and gratitude for the current state of electronic culture. Then I remember our shitty space program, ridiculous DRM doodads, and the last Weekend Web and really do burst into tears. Tears of marinara sauce and bitterness.
Squinting through the sobs, I just busted out 1000 on my gamerscore, and hit Master Gardener in Viva Pinata.
I’ve also been playing a lot of Lost Planet, which I talk about at length on Game|Life. To save you some time, I will sum up: icebugs awesome, control scheme eh, snow pirate AI sucks, explosions are cool.
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Eliza Gauger on January 17th, 2007 ~ 08:47:52 AM
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Log # 127
I got Xbox Live, finally.
Sound off: your gamertags, please.
