Moving forward...

In honor of Bad Luck now having an actual physical place, I have begun working somewhat on getting the website fully functional, please mind the mess while I'm tooling with things and getting them corrected and straightened out... the only site up at the moment would be the store or course, the more you support us, the more we'll be able to do ((^_^))

ALL HAIL THE CHAIR-BOT!

...these things are so bizarrely cute that it is almost guaranteed they will one day rule the world.

Now with easy payment plans!...

Some of you will notice that on the front page at teh bottom we now have a "Donate" button. This is to facilitate those of you ordering online and don't want to go through the messy business of a check and mailing and blah blah blah. So now if you would like to order one of our shirts you can simply email us how many, what size, and which one you would like, give us your address to mail the shirt to you, and make a payment through PayPal and viola! You're done! Remember, shirts are $10 each, $5 for shipping and handling for less than 5 shirts, and we still have buttons which are $2 for a set of 5!

Must See Movie!

...this movie has everything i love... i never thought i'd find a movie with a "drill bra".

*sigh*

anyways... we have not perished under the weight of our own massive pre-conceptions, instead, we have steadily been working towards getting the site live...expect more big news soon....

best ad evar.....

just watch....



...also, will hopefully have the full website up and running soon!

Halloweenies!

Once a year, there comes a time, when we all should go out, find a large orange-ish hued squash from the family of Cucurbitaceae and mutilate it in an attempt to make a discernable countenance once a flickering candle is place inside of it. This is a tradition that dates back to irish immigrants who would carve turnips....until they discovered that pumpkins were much easier and looked better on porches. Last night I forced several of my friends and family members to enjoy this festivity with me, many for there very first time. It was told to me that some people forgo the use of sharp knives and paint there pumpkins! Can you believe this!?!? Half the fun is slicing into and literally CARVING the pumpkin. I mean, who doesn't enjoy watching kids play with sharp objects? Many others had never carved a pumpkin before this night because of parents, religious beliefs, etc. etc. It frightens me how endangered this holiday is becoming. Every year christmas seems to encroach more and more on this, my most beloved of holidays. Every year more parents won't let there kids go door to door trick or treating. How is this possible? That the parents are so paranoid and distrustful of there own neighborhoods that they won't allow there children to dress up as demons, ghouls, or fawking harry potter and wonder the neighborhood begging for candy! It's a sad state of affairs, but no matter, I will still celebrate this holiday in all it's style and flair. And there will be tricks if I don't get no treats....

...here are all our pumpkins in there jack-o-lanternly glory.

OMFGOMFGOMFG...The world as we know it is over...

...is has come to a crashing halt because of this...

(this section has been omitted due to fanboy spazzing, uncontrollable drooling, and excitement of such a raucous nature that it can not be expressed through the English language.)

...all my secret dreams and desires have finally been answered. i can die in peace now.

this month in "Modern Secret Bases"...

i know the guys at Penny Arcade already beat me to this....but....my gawd, i want it so bad my feet tingle....and it's only $1.5 million? i mean seriously, that's less than paris hilton's panties!

...have we gone so far with the internets and ebays that infecting the modern language system with things like "lol", "wtf", and "stfu" not to mention "ROFLMAOSCOMN" (look it up if you don't know) is not enough, now we can even sell super secret military installations to allow some crazed megalomaniacal overlord to begin his reign of terror?....yes, yes i believe we have.

...OMFG

after reading this article in the NYT.... i just had to share....

...so by attracting impressionable young people with the promise of ultra-violent video games, in which there is an allegorical examination of theocracy and class division, not to mention the attempted genocide of several different races of intelligent life, they will become centered and receptive to the message of god and begin towards the road to salvation.....in a warthog....duel wielding Brute "Mauler" automatic shotguns.....

i can't wait until the next big confrontation on how video games make kids violent and walk into there high schools and kill there fellow students and teachers....i will just love to have this link handy.....

Political Side-bar...

I don't usually like to ramble about politics and what not, but I'm feeling a rant coming on. This morning I read an article on ABC news about Bush's veto of the SCHIP bill. Now, first let me state how I am in total agreement that this program needs to not only continue, but should be expanded to help more children and hopefully bring us a step closer to universal healthcare. When reading this article, it is full of sympathy stories and painful realizations gauged to make the reader upset at the Bush administration...is this a bad thing? No. But it's not good journalism either. I do prefer this concept though to 5 years ago when ABC news was supporting the war in Iraq. Either way it is showing how easily and all encompassing the mainstream media is used to not only manipulate, but to insult the intelligence of the general public.

Yes, it would not surprise me if the Democrats padded the bill forcing Bush to veto it, or instate a rudimentary system for universal healthcare....but would that really be so bad? Either way, it's a political game being played with the lives and well being of it's citizens. That is not how a government should be run. In a quote from one of my favorite graphic novels, "People should not be afraid of their government; governments should be afraid of their people" - Alan Moore

"...childrens DO learn!"

...is it just me, or is it nearly impossible to make our President look any more foolish than he already does himself?

anyways...coming quickly on the heels of my last post...i wants theeees....

...in other news, we still have tshirts for sale! yay! if you're interested just email your name, addy, which tshirt you want (or both!), and what size to store@wearebadluck.com. They cost $10 a piece and then there's a $5 shipping charge for the whole order...also, we still have buttons! if you get both shirts you'll get all 5 buttons free! otherwise it's $1 for 3....keep those orders coming!

Another day older...

Sometimes I wonder if my age has finally begun to catch up with me. For those of you who do not know my real age.... you never will. For those who do, you will probably laugh at my whining, but bear with me.

Halo 3 has launched in a blitz of media and video game propaganda. Am I excited? Yes. Did I rush out and wait in line to buy the limited edition gold plates helmety-goodness version? No. Do I even own one of the new video game systems? No. Have I succumbed to some dark and insidious sickness of the brain that has prevented me from enjoying vicarious death? Possibly. It's not that I don't WANT to own a new system and spend countless hours playing game after amazing game, it's that I simply don't have time. My responsibilities keep me away from such forms of entertainment and I believe I'm growing tired of it. I have been saddled with enjoying an hour or two of Super Smash Bros. Melee on a Gamecube to try and take the edge off, but I feel it will soon be no use. Sooner or later, and possibly sooner, I will need to engorge in video game goodness once again.

...in an afterthought... my gawd how the release of video games is growing into an even more climatic frenzy. I mean, they had Marines riding replica Mongooses to usher in the new game! They had Mountain Dew's own special Halo 3 "tastes like death" flavor on hand for free! This is the kind of insanity I expect with the launch of a new Apple product, but for a video game? Am I that out of the loop, have video games finally ascended the pantheon of entertainment while I wasn't looking? I've seen the steady grow in excitement and people playing, but it is becoming a cultural milestone, even if it is spearheaded by a game like Halo 3. I must return to the forefront and claim my OG (Original Gamer) rights!

This is just plain scary....thanks to Kotaku.

WE HAVE RECEIVED BUTTONS!

We got the buttons in! There are five different designs, you can scroll down if you want to see them again, and they cost $1 for 3 of them, or if you order a shirt or track us down we'll probably throw a few at you for free.

SHIRTS HAVE ARRIVED!

Just wanted to let everyone now that the booty of shirtness has arrived, on this, National Talk Like a Pirate Day. If you already have your order in and are paid up, we will start sending them out this week! If you haven't ordered yet, what be the barnacle in your gizzard? The shirts are still $10 each, if you find one of us on the street you can score one right then and there, if you want to order through this amazing series of tubes we call the internets, well, you can't yet because I don't have the store ready on the website yet....but you can use snail mail, just send $10 for each shirt you order (be sure to let us know what size(s) you want and the addy to send them to) and $5 for shipping and handling to;

Bad Luck
715 State St.
Millersburg, PA 17061

Once we've received your payment our cabin boy Pawl will be sure your order is sent post haste! or he will be whipped..... with crabs......

...buttons haven't come in yet, I'll be sure to let you know when they do.

My Bad Luck Brothers....

The Days of Gloriousness in New Jersey

Day 1 - After successfully navigating the hellish lakes of molten rock New Jersey calls roads, we arrived at the home of my little brother, Jimothy. Upon arrival and ceremonious dry humping, we preceded to tour his humble abode, meet his three legged cat Sir Integra, and finally, get to drinking. Much fun was had, we waxed philosophical about "whiskey dick", we learned the story of one Fatty McGee, we attempted to watch Real Genius but instead got too wrapped up in our own festivities to be able to concentrate. There was also a moment when I imitated a dragon with Bacardi 151 and a tiki torch to everyone's enjoyment, and Juju locked my keys in my trunk, which turned John, Jimothy's roommate, Pawl and myself back into our old habits of picking locks and stealing cars to which Pawl was finally successful (and the least drunk). However, the keys were recovered, John and Emiry decided to play a game of hide and seek with everyone else, but no one else played. We fell down..... a lot. And then finally, our minds and bodies exhausted from the strain of so much excitement and possibly alcohol, we collapsed into a comatose state.

Day 2 - Upon awaking and moving in what appeared to be slow motion, we collected ourselves into a working model of a group and began to make our way towards the New Jersey beach. We of course had to stop for breakfast, and the only place that was acceptable was one with the title of "Budd Crud Diner", not it's official title mind you, but the one that Jimothy had described to us. Upon encroaching on this unaware establishment, Jimothy in his hawaiian shirt, my pornstar tshirt from 10 years ago, and board shorts, myself in my tweed houndstooth fedora, TMNT (80's cartoon style) tshirt and bright blue board shorts with large orange flowers printed upon them realized that we were unwillingly about to re-enact a scene that very possibly could have been in Fear and Loathing. Burdened with new found knowledge and elated to possibly apply it, we entered and were required to occupy two booths across from each other. What other's did not realize is that this would create a disturbance that the entire diner would then have to live with. However, Jim soon told me that being loud, obnoxious, and talking with great abandon on any subject was perfectly acceptable in New Jersey, thus confirming something I once thought to be a myth. After creating quite an uproar we decided to move on to actually attempting to find the beach. With a comatose Pawl we made our way down through the American version of the Autobahn known as "the Parkway". After two and a half hours of New Jersey traffic we finally arrived. At the beach we preceded to crash our bodies upon the ocean surf and shortly retreated to the safety of our towels. We then cruised the fascinating boardwalk, amazed at Jimothy's skill with crane machines, and entertaining ourselves, and many others, with our antics. Upon returning to the spot where we had left the majority of our stuff on the beach, we realized the gates had been locked due to fireworks. Jim, being the heroic type, jumped the fence and retrieved our much needed shtuff. We continued about the boardwalk, eating, playing games and enjoying the overall merriment of the day. We watched as they launched fire propellants at the sky and ocean as if to anger or appease some ancient New Jersian sea gods. After watching such a magnificent pyrotechnics display, I found myself craving semi-raw red meat. Having no luck finding an Outback, we managed to find an Applebees where we took a corner booth and looked a lot like a New Jersey branch of the Irish Mafia. Our waitress, Theresa, was at the end of a very long day and was having great fun on picking on our own mental exhaustion, even going so far as to help Pawl with what he wanted to eat. Afterwards, being unbelievably tired, we returned to our base of operations and promptly fell asleep.


Day 3 - Ah, the day of great expectation. Unbeknowst to Mr. Steppenwolf, Jimothy and I had planned our last day in New Jersey to be a celebration of all things Kevin Smith. Steppy had preceded to bug us all the previous day about stopping in Red Bank and visiting the Quicke Stoppe. I had feigned annoyance and Jim beautifully played it off as if he had never heard of this "Kevin Smith" person and knew not what Steppy was rambling about. Once arriving at the first stop, THE Quick Stop, I swear to you the dear Mr. Steppenwolf had but a single tear glistening in his left eye. Much goodness was had, and of course, I bought a Coke. It was slightly disturbing how very little the store had changed in the 13 years since it had first appeared in the movie that was destined to become legend. Swiftly making our way through the tri-city area to Red Bank we were surprised to discover they were having a fair upon the street. We mingled our way through the crowds and interesting shops to the Secret Stash where I was overcome with a wave of nostalgia, not because I had been there as a kid, but because it was a REAL comic book store. The type of which I had not seen for many a long year. I was saddened slightly that it was not closer, but I grabbed some good swag, even going so far as to buying a Ranger Danger tshirt, after seeing Jim had already grabbed one and my keen detection skills had missed it. I then further annoyed him by putting it on and wearing it the rest of the day, as he was also wearing his. Upon our return to Jimothy's we stopped at our last great New Jersian site. White Castle. We set forth consuming an entire briefcase of burgers and then watched as Jim attempted to construct a tower of White Castle containers. We also learned that no matter how you order fries, you will always get a sack of them. Once finished with our wonderfully greaser, and yet small, square burgers, we set forth for home.



The trip home was long and relatively uneventful. So we are all home now, returning to the boredom of our everyday lives and making more things for you people to buy, speaking of, I have confirmation that the T-shirts will be in our hands by the end of the week.

I think we will need to take a vacation at least annually, though next time, we're getting a Bad Luck Bus.

Nepal Air official Airline of Bad Luck

Nepal Airlines is declared official airline of Bad Luck after I read this article.

Bad Luck goes to the Beach

Ah, this weekend a few select members of the Bad Luck Team who have made it through the gruesomely heinous tasks that I had set forth as a selection process will be accompanying me to New Jersey. Why in the world would anyone other than Kevin Smith go to New Jersey you ask? My dear friend, and proverbial kickstand to my college tripod, Jim has invited myself and any members who found themselves worthy to visit his humble abode in Jersey, at which point we will consume as much alcoholic refreshments as we can handle, pass out, awake Saturday morning to find a beach, one in which hopefully does not cause genetic mutation instantly upon contact, and spend the day ruining our perfectly cultivated basement tans. Upon our return next week, we shall hopefully be receiving a bounty of Tshirts and Buttons, if you have ordered already, make sure to pay us, and we will send your order out post haste!

wallpapers o' plenty

...just wanted to let everyone know i put some wallpapers up over on my deviantart site, here , so if you would like to show you're Bad Luck pride head on over, click on either of the first two new deviations, then on the left hand side you'll see a lil button that says download, hit download to get the full size wallpapers for your very own!

Just wanted to thank everyone who has already ordered a t-shirt and/or buttons...and also just a reminder that we will start shipping them out in September....for those of you who have not ordered yet....what the hell is wrong with you?!?!?!

Ideas

...ideas are dangerous things. I have found I often have way too many of them floating around in the gooshy juices and sponge like matter that make up this thing some people refer to as "my brain". I am brainstorming different ideas for a new comeek, not so much new, as a correct and interesting direction in which to take it. Those of you who have followed my non-linear progression through failed artistic pursuits will notice a lot of familiar characters returning to the scenes of this horrendous crime that I will perpetrate, along with some fresh faces to keep things interesting. Therefore I leave you with this.... "a sign of things to come?" you will ask... maybe.
"...both feared and revered through the lands, the pengron riders are harbingers of cool, winter-fresh scented doom."

-from the "Joys and Fears of Pengron Riding, 19th Edition"

BUTTONS!!!

coming quickly on the heals of the announcement of T-shirts now being offered, we have what everyone loves....BUTTONS! These five button designs and the two T-shirt designs will start shipping at the beginning of September, if you order a tshirt, or a couple of tshirts, you'll probably end up getting a button or two, if you just want to order some buttons, you can get three different designs for $1.....or you can get three of the same design.....or two of the same and one different....or...well, you get the point....once again, you can email your order to store@wearebadluck.com

Just to let everyone know, in about two weeks we will have our first run of tshirts. They are pictured above. The t-shirts are $10 each, if you order them online there will be an additional $5 shipping and handling charge. If you want one, please give us your name, address, phone, email, which shirt you want, how many, and what size(s) and email it to store@wearebadluck.com and we will get it processed and you'll be one of the first to get your shirts when we get them.

IMPORTANT!!!: Shooting Schedule August 1-15

This is a mostly-permanent schedule for Institutionalized... finally hehe

August
1st- Payback (Pawl and Bobby)/ Jayna's Day (Jayna)
3rd- Harley and Raven Fight (Bobby and Juju)
4th- Power Company (Juju, Matt, Pixie, Tristan, Trav)
7th ?- Basement (Matt, Pixie, Ashley, Bobby)
9th- Funeral (Bobby, Tristan, Trav, Matt)
10th- Radiostation (J.D., Bobby, Pawl)/ Crash and Harley Fight (Bobby and Pawl)
11th through 13th- TINA'S WEEKEND!
14th- River Resolution Morning (Ashley, Trav, Bobby, Tristan)

We dont have nething after the 15th bcuz that's wen Bobby leaves so we have very little else to do. We'll b in contact from the 16th til the end of the month for further shooting.
-Steppy & Juju

The Start of Something New...

So, here it is. The new venture. A perilous step into the great and vast unknown of consumerism. Please stop by often and learn about all the dangerously exciting things we shall be planning to force upon your visual cortex. We hope to see you soon. We are Bad Luck.

...oh, and soon, TSHIRTS!