The Creative Process With Mark And Dale

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Dale and I collaborate on our posts (which are now written on Movie Pilot, go there and look for us), and I use legal cannabis to help with creativity. Also I’m usually gaming while Dale is writing, so… it goes hand in hand.

This text fragment is a peek into the creative process. What is art? What is life? What is love? Baby, don’t hurt me.

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Mighty Dale Behaves Oddly After Too Much Revelry

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Unremembered Drinking Bodes Not Well

Dale apparently crafts items for gnomes when drunk

Dale apparently crafts items for gnomes when drunk

The handiwork of a skilled artisan.

The handiwork of a skilled artisan.

Dale Went Off The Rails

Crafted Tools For The Wee Folk

I was texting with Mighty Dale, as I do, and as we were discussing current events, he texted this non sequitur (seen above):

uh oh

The top of the Jameson bottle is off and there is lots missing

It seems that after his traditional Friday night revelries, Mighty Dale decided to keep the party going once he got home. My tastes in revelry differ from Dale’s, as I lean more towards the wonders of legal weed. Dale loves the sweet sweet whiskey. To each his own.

What makes this interesting is the assortment of little knick knacks and gadgets drunk Dale crafted, out of duct tape, while wasted. Even when three sheets to the wind, our Dale is always creating, and that is… an Artist.

Marijuana is Legal Here

I Live In Oregon

Weed is Sold in Stores

 

Last night Dale and I were texting, as we do, and he said he was bored. I had just smoked some high THC sativa (Durban Poison to be precise), and I had lots of ideas with which Dale could occupy himself. 

He did none of these things. Wise choice.

Mighty Dale Goes To The Dentist

Poor Dale Had To Endure Dentistry

The Day Before Christmas Eve

He Was… Mighty

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Mighty Dale Upon Hearing He Had A Dentist Appointment

Everything Dale Does Is Epic

Including Quailing At The Thought Of The Evil Dentist Scraping and Drilling His Teeth

Mighty Dale is with is family for the holidays, so he is incommunicado, even though he saw Star Wars on zero day, and was supposed to write a post about it.. no worries. No bitterness. Things happen. Of course, nothing happened but he just flaked because his process was disturbed by guests. Whatever. Thank you, baby Jesus, for Dale’s terror. It helped.

He was ambushed with the appointment by his mother, an expert in such matters. He was already home, in his place of weakest power. What choice did he have but to submit to the torment of the evil pokey drilly things.

As this text record shows, I was his rock throughout.

GLOSSARY: Dale and I have a sort of shorthand we speak, like twins. 

Penus – Might, force, strength. Raw power

Hockey – A more specifically focused power. 

Both of these forces are portioned back and forth to whichever of us needs it at the moment. 

 

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He needed fillings

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Dale is big on drama

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this is why I gave you the glossary

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See? It’s not so bad

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VICTORY

Gerard Butler has nice teeth, because he goes to the dentist.

Gerard Butler has nice teeth, because he goes to the dentist.

 

Mighty Dale Ventures South

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Yes, ladies, he’s single.

Dale Braves Florida

AKA Purgatory

Our beloved Dale has been in Florida for the Thanksgiving holidays, which is reasonable, since his family is from Alberta, Canada. I do not understand the ways of our neighbors to the north. I do know they’re all born with tails.

We kept in touch, Dale and I, as we are wont to do, and during his time in the Wilderness, he was cajoled into drinking an old lady chinese restaurant foo foo drink.

Why? Well it’s made with 10 kinds of alcohol, and served in a tiki cup that holds 4oz, comes with an umbrella. Mighty Dale succumbed to peer pressure and drank this hideous concoction. He also ate the famous Florida Lasagna, twice.

Here is the tale in his own words. Pray for him.

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The paper umbrella means it’s classy.

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Dale will return to Gotham tomorrow (Monday), and then he’ll get busy on his next blog post…whatever that will be.

Tonight is the Walking Dead mid-season finale. So we will not know if Carl survives, Glenn makes it back and/or reunites with Maggie, if Alexandria survives, if the Wolves attack, if Father Gabriel likes calamari, if the lesbian doctor gets some more, if Carol carols with Carl… it will be a huge nail biting hour of frustration. See you then. 🙂

Tomb Raider Update: There Is No Candy

Lara Croft: Rise Of The Tomb Raider

Midgame Update

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Sometimes I Drive Dale Mad.

The Candy Is A Lie

Dale and I are chums, and as good chums do, Dale and I text often. In this case Dale was playing the new Tomb Raider, about which we have already written.

Dale is understandably wary of descending into a cave because as he wrote, the mercenaries that preceded him are getting massacred. Being a supportive friend, I postulate that perhaps there is candy in the cave.

It gives him the incentive to carry on and sally forth to his certain doom sure delight. Then, because I am sometimes a dick, I just run with the whole candy thing. Why? Because the all caps rage induced outburst that follows made me laugh.

In any case this shall serve as a placeholder until mighty Dale finishes the game and can pronounce his judgement for one and all, to hear and obey.

The Story of David Morse: Shithead Drummer

My friend Adam told me this story, about fifteen minutes ago. Legal marijuana was involved. I typed it up on my phone, as he was speaking. It’s gold.

In the three months I was kinda in a band, we were playing in the garage and Danny Morse, our shithead drummer, gets up from his kit, to go to the bathroom.

He comes back holding a stack of coffee filters, in one hand, out in front of him.
He said, “I shit in this. Let’s go rub it on a pay phone.”

So we drive to the nearest Payphone, which was like fifteen miles away (this is in rural Oregon, Willamette Valley). We’re all in this 1960’s Dodge van, with this fresh turd, and we get to the Plaid Pantry, and he just picks up the handset and just smooshes it in the shit, and hangs it back up.

He was holding it exactly like this.

He was holding it exactly like this.