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If you know me, and have attended even one social gathering with me in the past six months, you would understand how thoroughly I despise the game Apples to Apples. Christ this fucking game… where do I start?

It’s basic premise is the “dealer” draws from a pile of cards, each with an adjective written on them. Every player has their own deck filled with nouns. Players hand in a noun a turn to the dealer, who then decides which match up is the silliest. And that’s it.

I’m not shitting you. That’s fucking it. That’s all you do. And as I’m sure you can figure out for your fucking self, people thrive at this game the more ironic the card pairing is. If the adjective is “lovable”, you better hope to Christ you have Hitler in your hand.

Which will happen by the way! Hitler comes up at least once a fucking game. So does Anne Frank. So does Vietnam. This game is lost on me, I’m sorry. How often am I supposed to laugh at, “Artistic! I have Mussolini! He was artistic! He was fucking Italian!”

Go to hell Apples to Apples. Go to hell.

As you glance over to the right of the screen, you should see the new poster for Fur Love of the Game, designed by the brilliant Adam Turman.

The movie was created by our team, Zirkus Technik, for Fargo’s 48 Hour Film Contest this year. The plot revolves around a campus club olympics being held at North Dakota State School of Animal Husbandry and Veterinary Science (NDSSAHVS for short). A pair of star-crossed lovers, one a campus security guard, the other a furry with a particular fetish for Panda bears, must deal with the strained relations between their two worlds.

Greg, Mike and I had long wanted to incorporate furries into a production of ours. The siren call of those plush covered sexual deviants (not to be confused of course with Plushies, a separate sub-culture in the mammalia genre), proved too great a song on this turn.

The greatest news that came today was of a co-worker of mine taking my Saturday shift at the Fargo Theatre, allowing me to attend the Free Range Film Festival in Duluth, where Fur Love will screen as well as a number of other films my friends and I are attached to. And the chance to watch movies in a barn? Who could pass that up?

-T

So welcome to the re-design of mother dash tucker dot com. I’m slowly forsaking all of my other points of contribution on the internet, Facebook, MySpace, Xanga etc. for this little piece of land somewhere in the nether regions of the Shasta server, inside the palatial office building where the good people at Dreamhost live.

This is my weblog, my home page, my warehouse, my resume, my museum. As of right now there’s nothing here in the way of videos I’ve made, radio work I’ve done, theatre or artwork that I’d like to display, but these will slowly creep in one by one. Until then, there will always be commentary.

Jesus, I don’t even have links posted yet.

So bookmark me, or subscribe to the RSS feed (I’m not even sure I’ve set THAT up yet), and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible.

(NOTE: the current banner image was not created by me, but by some person on the internet whose page I’ve currently lost)

-t

I have fallen in love with Wordpress. And it’s only taken three days of pain and torment!

-mothertucker

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