Goner swirled the fry in the
gravy, slow brown waves. Mayganne kept reading. Angie scrolled through
the playlist, picked a track, adjusted the earphones. Goner ate the fry.
He couldn't wait anymore.
"So how is it?" he asked Mayganne. Angie
turned up the volume. Mayganne looked up from the comic book.
"You will
not believe what happens." Goner grinned. He felt great.
20140301
Channel Plex: First Thing In The Morning With Max & The Crew
Max: ... and that wraps up this morning's events, now over to Frank for today's forecast. I hope it's much better than what yesterday offered.
Frank: Well, all I can say is that it's more of the same, Max.
Max: So, I don't need to break out the shorts just yet.
Wraith: [chuckles] Now, that just sends shivers down my spine.
Frank laughs.
Max: You'll be happy to know that I've been working out over the winter.
Wraith: If you call walking over to the coffee pot and pouring a cup of coffee every half hour a work out.
Frank: Well, today's forecast is gonna be more of the same...
Frank: Well, all I can say is that it's more of the same, Max.
Max: So, I don't need to break out the shorts just yet.
Wraith: [chuckles] Now, that just sends shivers down my spine.
Frank laughs.
Max: You'll be happy to know that I've been working out over the winter.
Wraith: If you call walking over to the coffee pot and pouring a cup of coffee every half hour a work out.
Frank: Well, today's forecast is gonna be more of the same...
20140228
Channel Plex: Darkness In The Light
Max liked the anonymity of his job. He had
walked through the convention doors and no one had turned their heads or
given him a second glance.
He was dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and jeans. He strolled past a group of Naruto warriors and past a group of Hollowed before making it up to the registration booth. He actually stood in line right behind a fanboy dressed up like the character he voiced.
Max smiled; he had hit the pinnacle of voice-over actors. For the past three years he had been the voice of "Simon Light" in the anime series Bold Gun Crew Votillard. It was his bread and butter after spending a few years lost in the Saturday morning cartoon world, and he probably would be still if it wasn't for his agent who called him up and told him that the US company who had picked up the distribution rights to BGCV and a producer wanted the guy who had voiced "Chem Finder" in that CGI movie Citadel. They figured it was the perfect vocal tone for "Simon".
The line inched ahead at the registration desk and Max didn't mind. It gave him a chance to hear what manga/anime fans were chatting about and it also gave him fuel for his discussions. He didn't like writing a prepared speech and spouting it out like an automaton.
"Name," the girl at the desk asked.
"Cube," he leaned forward in doing his best Sean Connery. "Max Cube."
The girls eyes widened when she heard the name. "Omigawd!"
Her partner at the desk stopped what he was doing and said, "Mr. Cube! Holy crap it's you!"
"In the flesh," he said. "I'm supposed to be speaking in an hour. What room will I be in?"
He was dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and jeans. He strolled past a group of Naruto warriors and past a group of Hollowed before making it up to the registration booth. He actually stood in line right behind a fanboy dressed up like the character he voiced.
Max smiled; he had hit the pinnacle of voice-over actors. For the past three years he had been the voice of "Simon Light" in the anime series Bold Gun Crew Votillard. It was his bread and butter after spending a few years lost in the Saturday morning cartoon world, and he probably would be still if it wasn't for his agent who called him up and told him that the US company who had picked up the distribution rights to BGCV and a producer wanted the guy who had voiced "Chem Finder" in that CGI movie Citadel. They figured it was the perfect vocal tone for "Simon".
The line inched ahead at the registration desk and Max didn't mind. It gave him a chance to hear what manga/anime fans were chatting about and it also gave him fuel for his discussions. He didn't like writing a prepared speech and spouting it out like an automaton.
"Name," the girl at the desk asked.
"Cube," he leaned forward in doing his best Sean Connery. "Max Cube."
The girls eyes widened when she heard the name. "Omigawd!"
Her partner at the desk stopped what he was doing and said, "Mr. Cube! Holy crap it's you!"
"In the flesh," he said. "I'm supposed to be speaking in an hour. What room will I be in?"
Channel Plex: Lunchtime in the Cafeteria Part One
"I can't believe he took marks
off for that," Mayganne said.
Goner nodded. "So, yeah. Which means my average won't be high enough for the scholarship-thingy. Which means, well shit. It means next year will be shit." He sighed. "Hey, can I have a fry?"
"Finish them," Mayganne said with sympathy. "I'm sorry..."
Goner pouted. He felt like crap. Angie strolled down the aisle towards them, with a bag from the local comic shop.
Goner nodded. "So, yeah. Which means my average won't be high enough for the scholarship-thingy. Which means, well shit. It means next year will be shit." He sighed. "Hey, can I have a fry?"
"Finish them," Mayganne said with sympathy. "I'm sorry..."
Goner pouted. He felt like crap. Angie strolled down the aisle towards them, with a bag from the local comic shop.
Channel Plex: On the Cube Tube
".... and tonight Max's guest are: noted Hollywood
gossip columnist Aretha Dhenti, action star Matt Damon, and musical
guest Muu Junkiez... And without future delay here's the man of the
day: MAAAAX CUUUUUUUBE!...
click
"What do you mean you don't know?"
"Really I don't."
"You have to tell me something more than that."
"How can I tell you when even I don't know?"
click
"... and for a limited time offer we will include this set of tarot cards..."
click
"... repeating the news on the top of the hour. A comet streaking through the night was mistaken for a ...."
click
click
"What do you mean you don't know?"
"Really I don't."
"You have to tell me something more than that."
"How can I tell you when even I don't know?"
click
"... and for a limited time offer we will include this set of tarot cards..."
click
"... repeating the news on the top of the hour. A comet streaking through the night was mistaken for a ...."
click
20140227
Channel Plex: Clubthumper
Darius' fingers were doing the magic. His ears attuned to
the crowd, listening to their reaction as he scratched in another layer
to the groove he was building. They were into it and he was really in
the zone. He had been the house DJ for the past several months and his
reputation was growing.
"You're killing them tonite," said Suzanne as she placed a gin and tonic on the stand beside the turntables.
"Mos def," he replied. Sweat was pouring from his brow. He was in the zone and he wanted to elevate these poor desolate people who came in for a night of merriment to the next level.
"Who are you playing anyways?" she inquired. She didn't recognize the main underlying groove.
"Chakra Secrum Project," he said as he shot a glance to the album cover. "An experimental group in the 70's."
"Wicked," she replied.
"You're killing them tonite," said Suzanne as she placed a gin and tonic on the stand beside the turntables.
"Mos def," he replied. Sweat was pouring from his brow. He was in the zone and he wanted to elevate these poor desolate people who came in for a night of merriment to the next level.
"Who are you playing anyways?" she inquired. She didn't recognize the main underlying groove.
"Chakra Secrum Project," he said as he shot a glance to the album cover. "An experimental group in the 70's."
"Wicked," she replied.
20140226
Channel Plex: We Don't Need No
We don't need no...
We don't want no...
We can carry on without...
It's Sunday night and I'm feeling down,
After the encounter with the clown,
You said you loved me, but you left me anyhow
So I don't know what I should do right now,
We don't need no .... (Time)
We don't want no .... (Time)
We can carry on without ... (Time)
Yo, my name is Max and I'm here to stay
I've been itching on the back of your brain,
like a maggot on a piece of meat,
Like Gunga Din without a treat
It's the only thing I can say
We don't need no .... (Scratch)
We don't want no ....(Max)
We can carry on without ... (Tax)
They call me Aqua and I'm a hip chick
I like to rap my rhymes, like honey on a stick,
You see me here and you see me there
and if you see me in my power gloves
yo you better beware....
We don't need no... (War)
We don't want no ... (More)
We can carry on without ... (S'mores)
We don't need no .... (Time)
We don't want no .... (Rhyme)
We can carry on without .... (Chime)
Words written and spoken by Max Cube, Aqua and Tatter
Music composed by The Professor
We don't want no...
We can carry on without...
It's Sunday night and I'm feeling down,
After the encounter with the clown,
You said you loved me, but you left me anyhow
So I don't know what I should do right now,
We don't need no .... (Time)
We don't want no .... (Time)
We can carry on without ... (Time)
Yo, my name is Max and I'm here to stay
I've been itching on the back of your brain,
like a maggot on a piece of meat,
Like Gunga Din without a treat
It's the only thing I can say
We don't need no .... (Scratch)
We don't want no ....(Max)
We can carry on without ... (Tax)
They call me Aqua and I'm a hip chick
I like to rap my rhymes, like honey on a stick,
You see me here and you see me there
and if you see me in my power gloves
yo you better beware....
We don't need no... (War)
We don't want no ... (More)
We can carry on without ... (S'mores)
We don't need no .... (Time)
We don't want no .... (Rhyme)
We can carry on without .... (Chime)
Words written and spoken by Max Cube, Aqua and Tatter
Music composed by The Professor
Channel Plex: Living Outside The Lines
Tatter smirked as she was told for the
hundredth time today that she was their favourite character on the show.
She nodded and smiled as she took the sharpie and signed her name on
the glossy 8x10 photo of her face.
Leonard Nimoy probably felt like this, she thought. Here she was sitting at a booth at a convention and signing autograph after autograph. It was a good thing that she was getting paid $1,000 for just a few hours of work. She knew that she wasn't top end of the sci-fi convention scene. Heck, Wil Wheaton was making more than her, but considering Wil was also an internet geek that upped his convention fee as well.
"I like your performance in the episode 'Die Now, Pay Later'," a little girl said. "It moved me."
'Die Now, Pay Later' was her breakout role in the series. Up until then she was just a secondary character only guaranteed five minutes of screen time. After that episode her screen time doubled and eventually tripled.
The little girl brought out her sketchbook and flipped to a page showing Tatter as her character. "Could you please sign this?"
Tatter marveled at the illustration; she had seen her fair share of artwork and fan drawings but this one was a definite labour of love. She was afraid to even mark it for fear of ruining such a masterpiece. She placed down the sharpie and reached for a ballpoint pen. She knew the sharpie would bleed on the paper and a pen wouldn't. This was going to be a very special autograph... one that might even pay this girl's way into college several years down the road if she was willing to part with it.
Leonard Nimoy probably felt like this, she thought. Here she was sitting at a booth at a convention and signing autograph after autograph. It was a good thing that she was getting paid $1,000 for just a few hours of work. She knew that she wasn't top end of the sci-fi convention scene. Heck, Wil Wheaton was making more than her, but considering Wil was also an internet geek that upped his convention fee as well.
"I like your performance in the episode 'Die Now, Pay Later'," a little girl said. "It moved me."
'Die Now, Pay Later' was her breakout role in the series. Up until then she was just a secondary character only guaranteed five minutes of screen time. After that episode her screen time doubled and eventually tripled.
The little girl brought out her sketchbook and flipped to a page showing Tatter as her character. "Could you please sign this?"
Tatter marveled at the illustration; she had seen her fair share of artwork and fan drawings but this one was a definite labour of love. She was afraid to even mark it for fear of ruining such a masterpiece. She placed down the sharpie and reached for a ballpoint pen. She knew the sharpie would bleed on the paper and a pen wouldn't. This was going to be a very special autograph... one that might even pay this girl's way into college several years down the road if she was willing to part with it.
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