Call of the Wintermoon

The other night, our friend Taylor (the artist who created the No Babies infamous "R Belly" aka "Dibby Dibby Bear" design) invited us to the theater at which she works for a surprise screening of the Black Metal documentary, Until The Light Takes Us. We were elated! For years, I have been entranced by the mysterious culture, one laden with finger gauntlets, spiky boots and eating your friends brain for no good reason at all. And here I was, getting offered a free ride aboard the Black Metal express to the hoary hinterlands of the darkest parts of the human experience, by way of this documentary that was sure to be brimming with K-Mart witch hats and dry ice from the party store.

In anticipation, my friend, Amber and I, walked about 3 miles to the local 24 hour CVS Pharmacy Supercenter in beautiful Oakland, CA in search of greasepaint to adorn our faces in the style of such super stars as Grishnak, and that other guy, too! After a couple hours of walking, we found the store, to discover that they only have these strange tiny crayon like makeup kits of 6 colors for $3.99 each. At a loss of other viable options, we acquiesced, and walked to Taylor's house to rendezvous before the screening. We scramble to apply the makeup a mere 3 minutes before the showing, arriving mere minutes before the movie is scheduled to begin.

Unfortunately, Taylor's coworkers were not as jazzed on Norwegian sociopaths who play D&D as much as our friends were. They decided to project the John Cusack modern classic, 2012, as directed by Roland Emmerich (Independence Day, Godzilla, The Day After Tomorrow & 10,000 BC). Needless to say, we were less than enthused. At least I got in a good nap sometime within the 2 hours and 33 minutes of limosine acrobatics contained therein.