The Curbstomp Song makes it to TVtropes.

Yes, that's right. I was kind of surprised myself to discover via a youtube comment that 'The Curbstomp Song' was referenced on TVtropes.

When I went to investigate this little detail, I was even more surprised to discover that it wasn't merely referenced, it was top of the page as a (as I look, THE) Defining Quote of 'Curb Stomp Battle'.

How sweet is that?

Now, I admit I'm not the most impressive of singers. But I managed to pull this off just having fun with the track. And it's not just singing either, it's voice acting. I did all the voices from my normal to some more outlandish sounding, but it's all me. The hardest part was the chorus. I had to make sure the house was clear, borderline screamo'd that, and burned my vocal cords out for three days. Which is, probably the reason I haven't attempted a new recording.

Anyway:

How about a challenge then? Can you sing?
If you can sing, and you'd like to make an attempt at the Curbstomp Song, contact me. I have the instrument only version available. I don't need to give contact instructions. If you can't find a way to contact me among this account, or any of the ones I've linked to on the 'Directions to Nowhere', you have problems that make Ryoga Hibiki's sense of direction look godlike.

Sleeping with the Girls: Vol II Chapter 3

The latest chapter of the project is now up at fanfiction.net.

"What's New Pussycat?"

After the 'Insert' is given his new suit, it's time to get used to the little upgrade, one fumble at a time. And there's more to a catgirl than her good looks. Read to find out. Plus a little extra.

The Hazard Suit control watch up close, and the suit itself. The 'watch face' is my design work. While the suit is the work of Slade.

Mr. Clandestine Mk II

A little piece of music I recently reuploaded to youtube. This is part of my work for project 'Magical Girl'.

Mr. Clandestine is a track to define extremely dangerous sneaking around things much bigger and stronger than you are

The updated version contains less repetative moments, with a bit more complexity to many of the layers in the music. You will feel the sneaking, the great sneaking, the BADASS sneaking... your heart will pound when you're almost caught, you'll sneak some more, it will be EPIC.

Then suddenly! You've been spotted! Now it's all or nothing!

The track is also posted over on youtube. You can follow the signpost off on the side, or you can click HERE.

Crushed Ice: BiBi's Commentary

Greetings Humans! My name is BiBi...

Who am I? you ask...

WHO AM I???!

I'm this lovely guy:


NO! NOT THE CAR YOU IMBECILIC PRIMATE!


I'm the one who put the PENGUIN in 'Samurai Penguin Studios'

"MASCOT?!"

Listen bub, I'm a lot of things, but MASCOT is not one of them. A mascot is one of those bumbling fools you see running around sports stadiums in 103 degree weather, trying to rile up a crowd of simmians so they can earn some pocket change before the sweat to death.

Do I look anywhere near stupid enough for that line of work?

I didn't think so.

I, am an ICON. No, not the kind you click on to open your recycle bin. The other kind.

See, I'm in charge around here. Those humans who work on the place, they may run things, but this is MY Shrine.

My Shrine. It's been in the family for generations. I know, it's a little out of the way, and I don't have much in the way of flora for a shrine, but what do you expect of a place that spends three months out of the year in pitch black darkness? Want a snow cone?

Anyway... Wait, what do you mean: "How are you operating a computer with flippers?"

Would you like to ask that question after I use my katana to rearrange your vital organs for my next post-modern impressionism work?! HUH!?

Apollogy Accepted. We're all bipeds around here.

Well... Most of us. Been a lot of cat-girls lately. Mostly complaining about the cold- "DON'T USE THE TORI FOR A SCRATCHING POST! IF THAT THING HAS EVEN THE SMALLEST CRACK, THE ICE WILL DESTROY IT IN A WEEK!"

I'm not all too fond of cats, being a bird and all. But I put of with them, and I can wave my mastery of the skies in their faces.

Yes, YES, I CAN fly. I'm a licensed pilot and own my own Learjet. So EAT THAT!

Anyway... A little commentary. My pet, ATC... Nice guy really. Complains about the cold a bit much, but then again, this is the antarctic. He works on this and that, but a few months ago I was getting concerned about his weight. He's not absurdly overweight or anything, for a human anyway... But do remember he's not built to store blubber so he can spend twelve weeks trying not to FREEZE to death.

So I says to him: "Find a way to shape up. It doesn't have to be fast, but find a way. You need it."

So what does the human do? He installs a pullup bar. Not a bad start. I think he needs some cardio too. He complains that he's been unable to keep up walking due to foot problems that keep cropping up. Ankles and such... Meh. I walk around bare-clawed in the snow. You see me complaining?

Either way, I am pleased he's made some progress. He started doing pull ups and chin ups. And starting from zero, he's up to nine at this point. Not a bad start. I suggested today he start doing leg-ups using that extra gear that came with his bar, work those abs. He's nowhere near as strong as me, but he'll get there with practice.

Now, I may not look strong, but believe you me, as an expert swordspenguin, I can drive my katana right to the hilt in even packed glacier ice. That stuff's not like your average ice cube. It's HARD. Oh, and the last Orca who thought I might make a good snack... Well, who likes Sushi? I've still got some left in the freezer.

Yeah, I eat a lot of frozen dinners.

Anyway, nice to see you monkeys, I'll be about.

Stay Frosty.

BiBi: ICON. Samurai Penguin Studios.

Sleeping with the Girls Vol II: Chaos Theory, chapter 2

For the first content post of this blog, I hereby announce the completion and upload of chapter two of the second volume of Sleeping With the Girls over at Fanfiction.Net.

For those wandering in here wondering what this is all about. Sleeping with the Girls is an experimental piece of fiction I began in February. The premise is essentially what happens if you do a self-insert that's as close to how you really are in life as possible (flaws and all), with the catch that all those twisted self-gratifying fantasies most dime a dozen kid writers create won't even come close to playing out nice and smooth.

Combine this with the insert's already in-depth knowledge of the things they're being inserted into, and you have a recipe for something that takes one look at the fourth wall, and sneers at it.

The experiment has been a popular read, garning at this point, more than three hundred hits a day on average, with peaks as high as 1.5 THOUSAND in the 24 hours after each chapter release.

As such, I've done my best to continue the story in a timely manner.
Currently, Volume One, 'Fictional Reality', consists of the first twenty one chapters. This set is complete.

Volume Two is under way, and the latest chapter, titled: Two Point One, is now up.

It can be read by following the signpost to my fanfiction.net account to the right.

Or you can go directly to it here.


It's a self-insert. But it is a self insert done with the consequences of action in mind. Don't be lead to believe what you think the title means right off the bat. The title is both a misnomer, and dead accurate.

Setting up the shrine.

Just fooling around, getting the feel of this today. Things will get more organized on here as I get it sorted out.