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One Man Without A Home, The Other Without A Heart.

NEIM — Fri, 30 Sep 2011 15:12:16 +0000

On a warm summer night in downtown Chicago an encounter takes place between one man without a home, the other without a heart. The forecast a day before predicted thunderstorms the entire day, 90% chance of seeing rain in fact. To everyone’s surprise the entire Memorial Day was absent of any hint of rain. It was a welcome development since the city was on a terrible streak of unseasonably cold weather. The grandiose of the day was not lost on the night. The metropolis, filled with such energy from its people that day in conjunction with the abundant supply of the suns energy, kept the air warm with life even into the dead of night.

That night started out as the last night between brethren. A bit greedy we wanted to take advantage. We proceeded to walk from place to place in seek of that final good time when collectively we noticed that seemingly at every corner there was someone asking us for money. Some had stories, some didn’t. Some even attempted to trade unsolicited knowledge of directions for legal tender. It was becoming apparently clear that attempting to help everyone would empty our pockets fast. Not that our club entry or cab fare was more important than another man’s need to eat, It was just clear that this was the daily lazy hustle of some of the men. To avoid trying to figure out who was who we just avoided all interaction.

This man was different. He was a little older than most of the men and had a clear charm about himself before he could say a word. For an instant I thought about giving him what cash I had handy for a future cab, but instead I just kept pushing on like so many other times. The man having more character than the others tugged at what I thought was my heart until he exclaimed, exposing the fragility of his tired old voice, “They don’t have hearts where you come from!”

Immediately I was emotionally smitten by this short bearded man. I thought it was the coldest thing a sweet old grandpa could utter without the use of profane language. I questioned my reluctance to give him just a dollar. I questioned the reasoning behind it. Had I really grown that cold to ignore a hungry old man. I started to think about how that is bred into the capitalist society that we live in.

Are we as humans so far removed from the notion that in order for us to progress and evolve we need each other. In older times the village starved and feasted together. We are so unconnected from each other now we comfortably walk amongst each other as if no one exists. Imagine if the cells in our body were to abide by those sets of principles. White blood cells not wanting to carry oxygen to the rest of the body from pure selfishness. What if sperm cells were too apathetic to aspire to want that egg. There would be death with no chance of new life. An extinction of a species.

Its no wonder that this country I live in is on the verge of collapse when its inherently designed in the system to which we abide for the few to have the most; and the most to have so few. Individually it seems we don’t measure success on how well the whole of society thrives; but only ourselves. I know that’s not true of all people, but it is too apparent to ignore like the old man in the door way. Collectively our way of thinking has to change.

I feel we should all want our neighbors and countrymen to succeed. Harmony is only achieved in this universe by having balance. Our very own planet can only sustain life because of its balance in relation to our sun. Its a universal truth.

I don’t know what circumstances ultimately led him to being homeless. All I know is that it is a sad situation. The plight of the homeless should be shared to an extent. There’s just something not right about it. What’s happening to our sense of community? Until we start thinking as a collective I fear these erroneous situations will continue to be a bane on our society.

They say that home is where the heart is. What if you have no home; and worse yet, what if you have no heart?

What is a Muzzlewump?

NEIM — Wed, 13 Apr 2011 20:38:16 +0000

I always get asked this question and the story isn’t that long, but it does take a little effort to tell it. So the subject, which I should have made my 1st post in the history of this blog, shall be addressed.

What is a Muzzlewump?

Well there was this one night, in my dorm room at U of H, I was watching an episode of South Park (1997). The episode was called the Legend of Scuzzlebutt. Scuzzlebutt is a creature with a deformed body with a piece of celery for a hand and he walks with a limp because where his leg should be there is Patrick Duffy.

Immediately I was tickled by how funny I thought the name was. I figured it would be a great email address (Scuzzlebutt@yahoo.com). I logged on to Yahoo to create this email address only to find out it was already taken! Slightly deterred but not defeated I just created my own name that I thought was equally as interesting. It has been a conversation starter ever since.

I use it on most if not all of my online aliases. My PS3 (Playstation 3) name is Muzzlewump. I’ve met people on online play that I’ve met in real life and they call me Muzzlewump (Crazy). My Twitter name is Muzzlewump & hell this website address is Muzzlewump.com. Easily put… it stuck.

So I hope that will answer future questions. I will be directing everybody here who asks so I won’t have to explain it as often.

Thanks,

Muzzlewump.

P.S. Another factoid… I actually live in area called “South Park” I kid you not. lol

Here’s a clip of the episode that started it all!

Volcano
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Laser Tag: Black Ops

NEIM — Mon, 28 Feb 2011 01:19:54 +0000

Saturday night, as @JaDoreBrook would say, the “N Crowd” decided to change it up a little. Instead of the usual going out drinking (we still had a couple of drinks) we went out and played Laser Tag. We themed it ALL BLACK EVERYTHING. Since… it has been dubbed… “Black Ops” lol. We had a GREAT time!

@AdeLusi @JaDoreBrook @Muzzlewump

Black Dynamite

SOTF Project… Out of the Can

NEIM — Mon, 31 Jan 2011 19:15:23 +0000

Ok… Now that my business is somewhat established, it is time to do what I really want to do. Make films & write graphic novels. I’ve already written (3 years ago) enough to start a small universe of characters. So now lets proceed. Here is a snipet of a snipet of the first scene of the project… Read the scene and experience the story board produced by Lisa Viotti. Thanks Lisa!

Read First!

Click here to view the embedded video.

1st Page of the Synopsis for “Sins of the Father”:

“Do not hold against us the sins of the fathers; may your mercy come quickly to meet us, for we are in desperate need.”

- Psalm 79:8

In a room, with barely enough light for one to see the time on his own watch, there is a man named SEBASTIAN kneeling in the middle of the floor. There is a certain mystique to him portrayed by the dark apparel he is wearing from head to toe. As he is postured with a grace contingent on being reverent to the gods, he surveys the room with sorrowful eyes. There lays before him three lifeless bodies. The carnage done to the three cadavers is partially hidden in the shadows. The large puddles of blood beneath the bodies seem to rise toward him like that of a rising tide. His perceptive eyes also find that his clothes have been spattered with the blood of the fallen before him. He hears footsteps. Heavy and deep trodden footsteps squeak loud enough to expose the imperfections in the wooden floor as they draw nearer to him. His eyes begin to well up like a swelling river in an intense rain threatening to drown the forest. A gun emerges from the shadows, as if it is Death himself coming to collect his brood, and presses itself against his temple. With no recoil, it seems as though he is ready to accept whatever fate has befallen him. He takes a deep breath as slowly as possible as though he feels that this may be his last indulgence; and then he utters, “Day number nine-thousand nine-hundred and ninety nine… I won’t see ten-thousand.” The hammer of the gun is pulled back and it seems time has slowed to an infinitesimal pace. He begins to squint in anticipation of what is to come next. Simultaneously a single tear rolls down the side of his face during this time paradox, as he has a vision of his first memory.

Working on some things.

NEIM — Fri, 21 Jan 2011 00:52:47 +0000

If you found your way here via this QR Code:

then you’re already on the right track.

We’re working on some BIG PROJECTS this year, so stay tuned!

Gridiron & Glamour

NEIM — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 23:24:59 +0000

Click on the image below… I made it easy for you. COMMENT ON MY WEBSITE PLEASE! THANKS!

GRIDIRON & GLAMOUR

Idiot of the Week!

NEIM — Wed, 12 Aug 2009 03:47:46 +0000

This numb buts brought a gun to a Presidential Town Hall meeting. You f**king tard!

Waterboard

Harmonic 313

NEIM — Mon, 18 May 2009 08:10:02 +0000

Every now again I get to surf the internet like regular people. Usually I’m just looking for inspiration to come up with a new project. Sometimes I stumble upon a pretty cool website that has nothing to do with anything. Its sole purpose is to have fun. Not trying to sell you anything, or involve you in what they’re doing (ala NEIM BLOG)… they exist solely to entertain you…

I thought that’s what this site was… but they fooled me. Nonetheless it is a pretty cool site to deliver their artistic style of music. Enjoy… (Click Image)

Harmonic 313

Twetches

NEIM — Tue, 12 May 2009 10:58:03 +0000

What the crap is a Twetch?

The question of the ages… “What is Twetches?” In short Twetches stands for “Twitter Sketches.”

Twetches.com is a community based site that showcases the funny, weird, strange and just plain odd Tweets you find on Twitter in a hand drawn sketch format.

There are moments in everyday life that are just plain AWKWARD! I mean you might walk in on your parents “looking for the remote” in the sheets or it might feel as if there is a breeze in your office when in reality you didn’t wear pants to work. Whatever the case may be, people Tweet about anything and more times than not it is awkward. Some people don’t realize that what they write can be seen by the world through the inter-webs. Other people don’t give a crap and want you to see how bizarre they are. Twetches.com thrives off of these people to Tweet about things that are so crazy that they just might end up becoming a Twetch. Check out these delightfully random Tweets:

@brandius I hate nature. How is it possible that flowers are $2,000? I punched the florist.

@baffled Turns out the dog has epilepsy….that should be an interesting challenge…

@robcorddry Lots of face masks at the airport today. I’m coughing a lot near them. It’s a smile…

@Muzzlewump OK… all my doctors that follow… is it possible to be constipated and have diarrhea at the same time? Like a constirhea?

Twetches.com believes that creativity begins away from the computer. How many times have you had an idea and jotted it down on a scrap piece of paper i.e. a napkin? (It was probably a napkin at a bar wasn’t it? You are such a drunk.) A Twetch is exact same thing. When looking through Tweets on Twitter more often than not you come across a few that stand out in a visual way. When reading these Tweets they paint a picture in your head. Take this image from your head and sketch it out on some paper. Have you done it yet? If you have, you just created your own Twetch.

Twetches.com encourages you to be a part of their community. It doesn’t matter who you are, where you are from or even if you are good at sketching.

So get out a pencil/pen/marker and some paper, shake off the creative rust and start Twetching.

To participate click here

Amazing – Aaron Brooks

NEIM — Mon, 11 May 2009 09:28:51 +0000

Ron Artest

Ron Artest

NEIM — Thu, 07 May 2009 10:18:02 +0000

Ron Artest

I must say… I love this guy’s competitive fire. He is who he is and he does not compromise… I love that. To hell with the people who don’t understand him or think he’s crazy. He’s not crazy. He just wants to compete and will not back down from anyone.

Its unfortunate that he has that Detroit baggage hanging over him. I think people wouldn’t see him as that bad if not for that incident. Kobe Bryant is one of my favorite players, but that elbow he gave Ron Ron to the neck was hella dirty. Ron understands that we are men 1st… don’t disrespect me.

I will let him tell it…

Zeitgeist: Addendum

NEIM — Thu, 29 Jan 2009 07:53:37 +0000

I’ve been saying these things that are within this video for years. I thought I should share it with you.

Its 2 hours long so make sure you’re ready. Once you start, you won’t want to stop!

Zeitgeist (1st Movie)

Click here to view the embedded video.

Zeitgeist: Addendum

Click here to view the embedded video.

Get the Glass

NEIM — Wed, 17 Dec 2008 08:52:54 +0000

Got Milk?

I was looking for some flash elements for a banner I was working on and came across this site that has all kinds of cool sites on there. Sites don’t usually peak my interest but this one did. All I have to say is… make sure you have time to explore this one. Don’t do it on a shitty computer either. High Speed/ High Resolution.

Click on Image and enjoy!

Get the Glass