The Blog that Skrillex Helped to Write

Hello intrepid friends!

It is I, your friend Lindsay! Not entirely sure what this blog will be about, so just bear with me. It may even be amusing!

Let's begin with a wee bit of gloating: my former tenure at Curse garnered me some neat stats, my favorite among them being that 6 of the top 10 most popular videos on Curse Entertainment feature yours truly with the most viewed video having 122,974 views as of today. Ahem. Juuuuuust sayin'.

I seem to be getting the hang of this working from home schedule. I gotta say, it's a little tough... even though I don't have an imperious boss looming over me and telling me I suck anymore and the commute is really hard to beat. Hell, I can even work on my stuff without wearing any pants! (Proud to say that today I am wearing pants, thankyouverymuch.) Proof:

Where we're at: iMac is coming home again FOR REALS this time. My Weekly Geekly show will happen! FUCK YEAH. I have people in mind to interview, and I cannot wait for everyone to see the results. And even though my iMac was D-E-D dead, I still managed to get a weak-sauce craptastic video out yesterday, which is a rough concept for my Monday morning show.

Working on some video projects apart from the weekly show, like Magehaven. We shoot in February and I get to show off my l337 ren faire skills.  And thanks to Pico Mause and her boyfriend Jeremy for the lead on this one.

Also working on ASOIF video with my Beastie, Jon, from Mars Rising Films down in LA as well as Trucker Pirates, a Grindhouse-esque movie trailer about revenge and... trucker pirates. I get all ass-kicky in this one.

Streaming seems to be going well. The learning curve on League is really steep, especially since I never really PVP'd before. I kind of panic and mash buttons until I die or am able to outrun whomever is stabbing me. Also on the list of streaming shenanigans is to play some Minecrack with David and Toby from Minecraft Forums. Hopefully, Sacheverell will join as well because I love me some Sach. In that way. Want to also organize lowbie raids in WoW.

And there you have it. All the news that fit to print. Or something. I'm going to head offline now and clumsily strum my banjo and then head to Cancan rehearsal. HISTORY NERDS FOR THE WIN.

Please be sure to share this to your friends, and check out my YouTube channel: www.youtube.com/geektroncodex. Sharing and retweeting really does go quite a long way to help, so thanks to those who help. To the rest who just take and take and take: TAKE THIS:

KTHXBYE,
Lindsay

Noon Came and Went, or, Feck Off, Universe

Hello trusty friends,

It is I, your Failure for the Day: Lindsay. Let me preface this post with a picture of the Monster Coffee (and our Rebel for comparison) I have to get me through today:

My protestations of having my new show debut at noon today seem to be for naught. I'm sure some of you may be curious as to why I've gathered you here today. STORY TIEM, KIDDIES. Grab a seat and some crappy popcorn, because this is funny. In a sad WTF kinda way. It's how I roll, bitches.

Yesterday, your pals Lindsay and Misha retrieved our crApple from its' 4th vacation on the exotic island of Fuck You, We're Apple and We'll Take our Sweet-Ass Time Fixing Shit. Our way home was delayed by me forgetting my driver's license at the Apple store and having to turn around with no U-turns and using an Ikea parking lot to flip a bitch, little old ladies driving 10mph, women crossing intersections with their strollers, a million red lights and I'm fairly certain a vengeful, angry Universe telling us to calm the fuck down. \o/

So, we get home. I was patiently waiting on the Class Fucking 10 SD card. It arrived early. And it also happened to arrive the same time construction dudes showed up to install new windows in our penthouse. They were scheduled for Wednesday, but being in cahoots with the Universe, they arrived the day I was supposed to shoot.

Fuck. OK. Whatever. I'll just hang out. And by "hang out", I mean spin my wheels and sit stewing in Impatient Soup. So the installers finish up around 4, leaving me alone to my own devices. Now, I'm not sure how much experience y'all have with shooting video. It can be a real old bitch sometimes when you have a whole crew and shits' not lining up and you're hemorrhaging money. Shooting video by yourself with manual focus on a 50mm lens? I felt like Sisyphus with the largest goddamned bolder you've ever seen with Oprah perched on it.

 

Being the super awesome bad-ass that I am, however, I persevere. I do some test shots to test focus and white-balance, and prep audio. Everything is set. I shower, get my Face on, look reasonably attractive but nothing to skanky. I'm going for that credible look here, people. I know my bullet points to keep me on track, know what I'm going to say and I even have some funny quips about cats and the new Illumiroom from Microsoft. I'm set. Speed on camera. AND GO.

10 minutes, and I'm done with Take 1. That is, until I realize I forgot to get speed on sound.

/sigh. OK. So all is not lost. I can do another take. I can use the footage I shot to check out how everything looks, and make any adjustments before doing it again for realsies this time. I remove the brand new Class Fucking 10 card from my camera, and thinking "I sooooo got this" I slid the card... INTO THE CD READER. NOT the card reader.

In one fell swoop, I managed to mangle my iMac (and guaranteed the 5th vacation) and lost the brand new SD card. Stand back everybody, we have a bad-ass over here. <.<

And that's the long and short of it. I spent the rest of Thursday crying all over the place like a depressed hippo and watching the West Wing, because Aaron Sorkin is a genius and I wanted to make myself feel awful for not making Aaron Sorkin-caliber content immediately, and by myself.

I'm going to stream some League of Legends while I discuss what I was going to talk about on my show after I take a nice, long walk around the lake across the street. Nothing makes me feel better about myself than seeing homeless people fighting over refuse brought in by the watershed. Also, I may have promised to be a second for one of them, as it often comes to blows and they need someone to hold their garbage when they get into fisticuffs.

And being the hormonal Sharknado clusterfuck that I am right now, I'm going to leave you all with my renewed hopes of having my show air next Friday at noon.

Happy Friday, you awesome people.

Much love,
Geektron.

P.S: Thank you to Stefani, Jon and Misha from talking me down from the proverbial ledge. Tough days are tough.

Everything I Need to Know, I Learned from the Internet

Hello dear friends,

So we've come 6 days from my last blog post. In that time, Misha and I have been working diligently on our studio:

We have training.
We have editing software. 
We have lights.
We have sound.
We have picture.
We have composition and focus.
 We even have a possible sponsor for the show already.

Super duper, right? What's the deal? Why am I writing this blog and not filming ALL THE THINGS RIGHT NOW OMFG?

Well, funny thing: when learning something new from people who have been at it for some time is that small details seem to get glossed over and spackled as common knowledge. Because, of course, *everyone* knows you need a special class of SD cards on which to record your video data using a DSLR. Like, that's basic Video 101. Duh. Everyone knows that shit.

Everyone. Except for me. Fuck me, right?

So here I sit, impatiently waiting on our 32 gig, Class Fucking 10 SD card to finally show up so I can get this goddamned show recorded. Coincidentally, I learned all about SD cards from Google. Take that, Kindergarten.

So that is what is up on this cloudy and cold Hump Day in California. I'm confident the show will be posted by Friday at noon on my YouTube channel. But don't worry: I'll be sure to spam the crap out of it. I won't give you the option to miss it. I'm a giver, what can I say? ;)

Stay classy!

~Lindsaurus Rex

My Kingdom for Coffee

Hullo friends! 

Lindsay here, continuing to chronicle the journey to dominate the wily and mysterious Internets. Elusive bugger. COFFEE! Must... drink... all the coffee! Ack! Troubleshooting is such an energy-zapper. Who knew?

Today brought a new (to us) Canon Rebel T2i! Thanks, Random Guy on Craigslist! And HUGE thanks to Misha for his super hardcore mode in driving our asses nearly 2 hours roundtrip to hop on a great deal. /hi5 I think that's his Mutant Power. And now that the focal point (heh) of our Sky High Studio has arrived, we're finally able to iron out the next kink in our massive, sprawling plot-line. Joy! 

Up next for us: to have our Battle Station fully operation by Tuesday. I have a show to produce here, people. Troubleshooting thus far has been the biggest time-sink. The learning curve is quite steep, and testing compatibility between OS X and Win 7 is a tricksy Hobbitses. Not sure if any of you have experience with this sort of thing, however, we are more than accepting of suggestions, advice and recommendations. 

The little I was able to glean from working with others, as well as Misha's inestimable ability to keep us moving forward and organized and flush with everything we need, has served us in getting this venture off the ground. 

Thanks to the support of you amazing people, we now have subscribers on my YouTube channel. I suspect this may be the only time where the number of subscribers will be higher than the number of videos for awhile. I'm so totally O.K. with that. For now. /shakes fist

I'll check in with y'all tomorrow for another post about the goings-on with us. I'll also be streaming some League of Legends on my stream, Lindsay Online, at some point tomorrow. Calloo callay! 

I shall end this post with what will become standard: PLEASE be sure to spread this around like jam on toast. Your reposts, likes, shares and Tweets really do more than money can right now, and it really is just the click of a button. Also, please be sure you like and sub to our channel and FB page, and follow us on Twitter. 

The Facebooks

YouTubes

Twitter

Own3d.tv

Look at it this way: if we garner enough support through you guys, we'll stop spamming you! We all win! ;)

xox

Lindsay

HALP!

Hullo again friends!

We're in search of a camera! While we have have nearly everything else, our current camera does not meet our requirements for producing web content. SADFACE.

We're reaching out to you, our community, in order to remedy this sad situation. If you, or anyone you know, happen to have a Canon DSLR capable of 18 megapixels or higher simply hanging around unused, we'll be more than happy to borrow it from you for an extended period (heck, we'll even buy it off of you if it's in good condition and you're willing to part with it!)We're looking at Canon 5d and 7d. We're not married to those, however, we would like to stick with Canon cameras. We're open to other Canon suggestions...

We're not opposed to buying a new camera, however, we'd like to give you all a shot at getting rid of that DSLR no longer in use (if that's the case.)

Let us know whether you're able to help out!

Much love to you all!

I'm a lunatic, part deux.

Hello, dear friends!

It's been almost an entire month since I've left Curse to their own devices, and I am finally ready to share with you guys what, exactly, I've been doing. Like my hero Luke Skywalker, after spending several binary sunsets weighing my options to stick with the Empire or to wander off and find some crazy hermit in the desert, I've decided to hitch my wagon to the hermit and run away to join the Rebel Alliance. That's right, kids. Through careful plotting (no small feat aided by my resident Wookiee/producer boyfriend) and a metric fuck-ton of courage, your creepy pal Lindsay is goin' rogue. I want to be internet famous. I have a lot of knowledge, and I have QUITE a lot to say, and I have a unique way of delivering it. Here's my strategy:

First: I'll be bringing you all the latest gamer news every Friday at 12 noon on my YouTube channel. I'm retaining a show concept I started while at Curse; since my interest in video games drives me, I feel I want to share that with my fans and the world. The show will be primarily me for the first month or so, and then I'll feature correspondents and other features as scheduling allows. (Have ideas for segments? Want to contribute? Email me!) I'll also be blogging regularly so you can follow my process! (LINK)

Second: We're goin' streaking! (+5 to you if you can name that movie.) Or streaming. Whichever. Really though: I've got my own3d.tv channel up and running. I'll be streaming League of Legends around lunchtime my time on weekdays. I fell in love with League of Legends, and primarily so because of Riot's Summoner's Code. I had the privilege of checking out Riot for the NA World Championships down in LA last October, and I met some great Rioters. What they stand for in e-sports and in the larger gaming industry in general are things that resonate with me. Does NOT help my addiction to Sona.

Third: World of Warcraft is what really launched me into the PC gaming stratosphere. In order to pay homage to this most august of games, I'll be organizing events randomly throughout the year which anyone can attend and play (don't worry, you won't need to pay for anything if you don't have the game... it's free until level 20! kek...) so keep an eye out for that schedule on my Facebook page. I also play Minecraft with some really fabulous people, and you can play with us, too. Or I can check out your map and do a video of it, if you want. I'm not limited to just those games, so ping me if you want me to check something out... this is my plate ATM: Hawken, Smite, Tribes: Ascend, PS2, Torchlight 2, D3, WoW, LoL, MC...)

Finally: One of the reasons for my abandoning Curse was because I was told my extra-curricular activities  were deemed "worthless." I happen to politely disagree. In fact, I think there's so much worth in what I do on my own free time, that I'm going to film it and put it on my YouTube Channel. While too numerous to list out (and to save you all from a diatribe on the nitty-gritty) suffice it to say: I'll be producing video content based on these extra-curricular activities. Could be anything from a return of the Baroness (LINK) to my retarded banjo plucking to cosplay events to historical re-enactments to more serious work with other avid filmmakers of my geeky ilk. Yes, Beastie, I mean you.

We need your help! No, we're not asking for money. We're asking for your support, and what that looks like to us is your time in retweeting, "Liking", reposting and sharing the content we're making. That's the only way we'll ever get some momentum. It's really easy, and we'll be forever grateful to you if you wish to support us in our quest for Internet Fame. Ideas, contributions, leads, names, time. All of the ones!

I'll also be making another short announcement about the technical details and whatnot, soon to follow this. I want to thank those of you who have made it to the end of letter. You're fucking rockstars and I love and respect you the more for making it this far.

I look forward to bringing each of you all sorts of entertainment in the very near future.

May the Force be with you,
Lindsay Geektr0n


tl;dr. I want to be internet famous. Please to help! Clicky-click link for more infos. Kthxbye.

How Tripod Lost His Leg

I've been a crazy cat lady before I knew what a crazy cat lady was. I was born a cat-loving goon. So it stands to reason that I would love all cats (and animals for that matter) in a ferocious, determined way. Every. Single. Cat.



People are funny: the more they get involved with something and learn of that somethings' quirks, the more they become snobbish and dull about it all. Buttons are one example. Coins, stamps. Shoes. I know someone who likes yarn. A lot. You name it, and there is some poor sap out there who is completely and utterly obsessed about it and can tell you all about that commonplace item he so raves about until you're dead and he's blue in the face. And then they get a complex about it. Button superiority, coinage hubris. And they're discriminate little buggers. Very discerning customers, those item fanatics. And they love to regale people of how amazing their thing is to everyone in the vicinity; this is why I'm bad with small talk, by the way. I cannot seem to join in their cultish love of shoes. I stand there awkwardly nodding to everything they're babbling on about as if I had some insight or interest.



Pet people are no different. You get dog snobs who turn their noses up at yippy little things hanging out in purses, and small dog lovers who hate clumsy slobbery beasts, especially as they knock into everything. Snake people hate bird people, fish people are lonely little sods, exotic pet people are right out, ferret people hate everyone and so on and so forth. But cat people are a breed all their own.



It's not so much the physical appearance of the cat they go on about. It's the personality. This one is a shit, that one is stupid. Mitsy has a co-dependency with a stuffed bear. Mopsy gets angry when we leave for the weekend and pees on the bed. I'm certain you've heard it, and if you've heard it and did not immediately worry, then I'm positive you are a cat lover. Cat lovers get off on stories of other cats being horrible, selfish creatures.



I am immensely guilty of such exaggerations. I revel in them. I am, however, a cat connoisseur. Everyone I know has normal looking kitties. You get the exception of the Hemmingway types (the polydactyl cats who look eerily like they have furry little hands, which then leads to the even eerier theory that, once they've evolved thumbs, then it's the beginning of the end for man-kind...) and the cross-eyed Siamese. But nothing in the way of a weird cat. This is where I gleefully come in.



I posted a blog about one of my cats, Pharrah. You know, the one with the eating disorder who successfully drove the sea lions from Pier 39 (because, I have discovered, they were jealous that she out-sealed them)? Well I have another one. I collect them, you see. I had Ophelia, that sad, strange little thing who had a water fetish. She would still be with Mother had the mother ship passed her over. It didn't. She loves it in outer space. /squish

In light of my eclectic collection of feline companions, I thought I’d all introduce you to my newest little bundle of fur: Tripod. I fucking hate his fucking name. And so does he. Know why? Because it rubs it in his face, every day, that he has to make his way through life with only three legs. Yep. I have a “special needs” kitty. I think the definition of that is wide, and as a result, I have aptly expanded it to include all of my kitties as “special needs” kitties.

I found Tripod in a Pet Smart cat adoption fair. All the cute, normal kittens were purposefully placed within eyesight, all healthy and shiny and spritely. I love to love kitties in cages, as it rips at what semblance of a heart I have; I do it to remind myself that it is still there and beating, despite what I may think. While ripping at my heartstrings, I stooped down to peer into a dark cage at the bottom, and I see this huge kitten. He’s thoroughly depressed, covered in fleas and has the ominous name of “Tripod” on the little placard. At first I didn’t see his nub—that shiny pink little thing. But as he slept, I caught glimpses of it. And I knew I had to have him. The little old lady seemed dubious at first, but then delighted in the fact that, yes, I did in fact want damaged goods. He was a steal at a discounted price. I think they calculate cat prices like they do cars. This cat comes factory standard, fully loaded. This one has some miles. This one was manufactured just last month. This one has some parts missing, so, we’ll discount the price for you to make the offer more attractive. I was sold. I’m a sucker. Bite me.

When I was buying him cat food after getting him in his box, the clerk was so happy he had another home, because, according to her, he was returned. Who the fuck returns a cat? Peter O’Toole and maybe some other weirdos. Whatever. He was mine.

  

(CALIGULAAAAAA!!!)

I love to gleefully tell people I have a 3-legged cat. It amuses me—they cannot believe it. Sometimes, I get people asking how he lost his leg. My need for attention takes over at that point, and, with the spotlight on me, so I wax hyperbolic different accounts of T-Pod and his Compton days, or some other such nonsense. So I’m here to set the record straight once and for all:

Saigon- 1968. During the Tet Offensive, T-Pod flew a solo mission just after midnight, shortly before the first battle of Saigon. The main point of this was to completely overtake all military operations of the Viet Cong army amassed outside of the US Embassy in Saigon. While the battle primarily fought on the ground, raged, Tripod with his kitty instincts, fired heavily on the advancing enemy, which then drove the Communists back. In retaliation, the Viet Cong army fired on the air strike raiders, downing several planes, including solo pilot Tripod.

While Tripod went down, the US Embassy did not. The Viet Cong army failed to meet their military objectives, in large part due to the daring aerial acrobatics of our hero. Luckily for us, T-Pod’s wrecked plane landed in friendly territory. His life was spared, but he lost a leg in the crash. To him, it was but a small price to pay for driving the enemy back and saving the US Embassy. It is still a point of pride to him to this day. He was honorably discharged and given a life-time supply of catnip, which he promptly sold for booze.

The end.