The Ryndex

I finally got around to installing the new and famous Hello picture sharing application — here’s some great photos! If you feel like sharing some of your photos, install this application and invite me (tinfoiled) to join you. It’s free and secure!

Glennbridge 

Ryan is sooo high! 

Ryan and the firement 

Stop and smell the flowers. Move and smell like cheese. 

Update: Hello didn’t survive the site move — I replaced the images above with local content. Booo hello!

This post relates to Gilman’s Model: The Fotonovel.

ALAIN: Aha, the audience has been manipulated into complacent slumber, as is our hero Doctor Ward. But I have a few tricks up my sleeve. Yes. YES!

RYAN: I wasn’t really sleeping, that was just acting. Then we moved to the attic, and I pretended to wake up. When you put the two clips together, it looks like I magically moved!

ALAIN: The horror of Gilman, the excruciating pain of his unholy visage. What torments he has seen — what torments he has caused — they are all written on his drawn and pale face.

RYAN: Of course, in real life, you can’t really teleport. Mainly thanks to bus and airplane workers unions. And I usually wake up where I go to sleep.

ALAIN: This is the pay-off, what the audience came to see. Behold, Gilman! Gilman! Gilman! I told Makeup to go all out, and they all went out, so we had the idea to use a molded latex rubber prosthetic animatronic operated by a hideously deformed dwarf orangutan.

RYAN: I’d like to point out the set construction here. See the angles of the walls and stairs? I don’t think I could teleport through those, even with a magic ring.

ALAIN: The orangutan died under mysterious circumstances of which I will not speak, so we just got this guy hanging around on set to do it. He was originally cast as “surprised janitor”, but his scene got cut.

RYAN: I don’t remember this part.

ALAIN: We got Ryan to follow Gilman down the stairs by luring him with a juice box.

Happy halloween! I ate bone marrow!

Update: I added the story in the comments.

Update Update: Halloween is over. Just before moving on (in angsty disappointment), I encourage you to read this harrowing tale of unearthly harrowment. Also, next year, I’m going to dress up as angsty disappointment.