Thursday, June 27, 2013

That Literary Shit: 503 GOES HARD!

The newest project to escape the 503 is a joint effort between my brother from another mother Adam Anderson and the Juggernaut himself, Pete Tobias.

This group effort is to be known as "Moon Burn" and is slated to be set approximately 200 years in the future.  Both of us have experience as writers, but this is our first time working together.  Without further adieu, I present to you just a meager snippet of "Moon Burn" by Adam Anderson and Pete Tobias.  Enjoy!

As the flocks of those resigned to their grim fate shuffled past him with their heads hung in despair, Lee caught sight of one – and only one – who's eyes seemed to hold a light of determination. A wry grin spread across the features of the heavily muscled sociopath as eye contact was made. "You must be new here.”

The new arrival nodded slightly, though his eyes had become unsettled. It was as if the fresh meat was searching for an escape route. You had to admire his persistence. Sadly, Lee didn't share this view of the plucky draftee. “Welcome to the moon! The food is shit, the people treat you like shit, and if your lucky someone will gladly slit your throat. Word has it that's the only way off this rock.." As if on cue, Lee hefted a recently created corpse off the ground, chuckling loudly as he used his finger to demonstrate that the exact mentioned fate had befallen this departed soul. The blood that ran from his throat had barely even congealed, not even formed that flaky crimson crust of spilled and wasted life along the lower throat. After the demonstration of carnage, the cadaver was thrown over his shoulder, treated with all the care one would give a large bag of dog food. A few large, effortless strides later, and the trash chute was being pulled open. The dead body was lowered to the opening, and once partially inserted Lee gave it a good shove, ensuring it would reach the furnaces below. Deacon's heart sank. "By the way, the name is, well every one calls me Grizzly Bear.”

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Why Twitter doesn't suck!

When I first created my Twitter account, it was literally just to post scores from Temple Run.  I didn't give a shit about connecting with people, especially not 140 characters at a time. Then something clicked and I decided to check it out for serious.  I think I was just tired of the endless he said she said drama shit on failbook.  It happens from time to time.  Failbook gives you a nasty rash, you put some cream on it and stay away a few days, and all is well.  But in that time away, I really dug into twitter.  I followed a shitload of athletes, a couple rappers, and some sportscasters.  Nothing really serious.  Then I saw boobs on a post.  Follow the boobies!  LOL. Yeah, that really happened.

FAST FORWARD!  I'm interacting with people all over the country, and a pretty rad fuckin guy on the other side of the pond.

How is this different than failbook?  I've got friends on failbook all over the country and a couple super rad friends in England.  I suppose, to an extent, it's not.  On the surface, the only difference is the display name/pic and the 140 character limit on twitter.  But when you explore the difference between my friends list and my twitter followers, there's some pretty profound differences.

On failbook, I've got a lot of friends.  Like 200 people that occasionally see what I have to say because failbook thinks "top stories" should be the default viewing option for your news feed.  I'm not saying I should constantly be a top story in the lives of 200+ people.  I don't have that kind of ego, and frankly I don't have that much important shit to say.  However, of these 200+ people, I've either met them in person, had meaningful electronic communication, or both.  I suppose that's a +1 for failbook.

Onward, toward Twitter!  I have literally NO clue how it happened.  One day, I went from having like 12 followers to the 77 I have now.  No, that's not a lot.  That's about a molecule in the drop in the bucket.  But so far, it seems to be quality over quantity.  I've had brief (by character limit) interactions with MANY people.  A lot of em were rappers.  Bukshot in Louisville, Yasko in Phoenix, Julie Juice in Pittsburgh, DJ Bad Daddy in England somewhere (LOL Sorry bud!).  I've conversed for hours with Simlev of Krokmiten, a Canadian death metal band.  This weekend has been especially monumental in my short twitter tenure.  I've been followed back by Ryu from Styles of Beyond as well as by the one and only Necro.  Yeah.  The sickest fuck on the planet Earth, as declared on the Prefix For Death album, followed random ass guy Me.  This afternoon, The one and only Ripgut Cannibal himself, Brotha Lynch Hung and I were shit talking each other about football. On top of all that, fans of these musicians have decided to tune in to what I have to say, and other musicians see that I follow one musician or another and follow me to get their own name out.  Rappers like Big Kurt, who've worked with some of the sickest in the business.  Other random ass people, which SEEMS kinda strange but actually works out pretty well, such as sharing grief over the Seahawks loss with Mr. Charles Koh.  Or educators like Carla McNeil, a business coach for social media.

Don't get me wrong.  My twitter feed is pretty much split into thirds between sports, music, and softcore porn, with just enough splattered humanity to make me feel a little less like a degenerate.. which is just about fuckin perfect!

Should you ever catch the twitter bug, feel free to look me up.  @Grizzlybear503 is the user name.  If you're more into Facebook, I'm Pete Tobias.  Should you find more than one Pete Tobias, I'm the only one that uses the Red Hulk as my profile pic. Yeah, the only person in the history of ever to pick up Thor's hammer besides Thor. My only request is that you speak something close enough to English for me to translate it, and I'll follow back or accept the friend request.

Well, thanks for using your eyeballs to read my opinion, humans.  Feel free to comment, follow my blog if you'd like (Yes, I spew random shit.  No fixed topics YET), and do what makes you happy because life is too short to be pissed off all the time.. unless you fuck up trimming your beard.  Then being pissed off is totally legit.  Thankfully I didn't do that today.  See?  Random as hell.