Wii love you

Zibbudie Babbuhl has pledged it's undying support to many different heathen images:

The Xbox:

-Zibbudie Babbuhl's first foray into unified gaming, we tore it up for a solid 2 years with Halo2 and Splinter Cell,we established my godhood at basically everything that requires a controller during this period(Jems was pretty good too ;/)

Some memorable quotes:
"Who's Nephilimk?! stop sniping us!"
"I like my cookies the old fashioned way"
"Pickup or distraction?!" "DISTRACTION DISTRACTION WAIT WAIT PICKUP PICKUP"
"Delivery"
"Gryeah"
"you're a pistol bitch Kyle"

Ahh memories, we had a sort of revelation at a point...instead of going fowards nto the industry we decided to go into another realm entirely.

The Nintendo DS:

The purchase of the system came to me in a dream, much like everytihng else I do, I shared this cryptic dream with Jems and we both decided it was a good idea, and well we were suprised on how much fun we could squeeze out of the damn thing.

Games we played:
Animal Crossing:DS
Advance Wars:DS
Mario Kart:DS

and now we play Super Mario Bros:DS.

As much of a hard time I have playing Mario now(Luigi for prez) kicking Jems' ass and taking his stars just proves to be too much of a distraction for me to pass up.

We've always had ol' Elenor and Bessie to back up up though!

(not actually either of our computers)

We played many games on the computer...actually I think it's just one...Jems can correct me on this one..but we only played DoD together..we won the war though, trounced those Nazi's, we learned that our world was not a monotheistic one, we had another lord...and his name was the M1 Carbine. I became a God with that weapon, and all learned to fear me.

One of Jems' old comics is based off one of our old matches on Avalanche, unfortunately the comics are basically sacrosanct and I no longer have it, although someday it would be nice to see the Comic where I end Jems' comic career as a character someday.

We became a feared sight in DoD, angels of death if you would.
M-M-M-M-Monster Kill!(I am aware that i'm not from New York city, that joke is old and overplayed shut up about it)

We still play DoD alot, nothing will ever replace that, there is no greater pleasure than extinguishing the Nazi forces of 1945.

BUT!

We have a new friend!


The Nintendo Wii!(that's just the controller)

The Wii will bring a revolution in gaming, and Zibbudie Babbuhl will be at the forefront of this wonderous crusade creating the path for others to bask in it's holy radiance.

And now I can actually snipe people!

Uh also I guess we're also playing Warhammer 40k, Jems is reluctant to do so but throws his Orks in harm's way whenever we need him to be there.

May Zibbudie Babbuhl game until the end of existance when my head is placed into a jar and the universe is about to collapse.

-Kyle out
When there's something strange..in the neighbourhood..who're you gonna call?

BOYS ARE BACK IN TOWN

Woohoo! i'm back yeah! WOOHOO YEAH!

I had some adventures and revelations.

But i'm not going to tell you guys.

It would blow your fucking minds

However.

Stuff is happening and stuff has happened, my grandfather Charles Hindley is in the hospital for a hip replacement, i'd appreciate a prayer for his swift recovery.

My sister Bailey had dental surgery today, got rid of all her wisdom teeth and she has 19 stitches in her mouth, she cried her little heart out and she's in terrible pain, again a prayer would be appreciated.

Simply be confident that your favorite muse is here to save you all.



I leave you with this sentiment.

I'M FUCKING INDESTRUCTABLE

-Kyle out
We gotta fight back and start a revolucion

It's starting to feel like summer!

The sun is shining, birds are singing, children laughing.

It's hell on earth.

Bereft of significant employment or academic pursuits, I'm like a ship without a rudder, just kinda floating along. I think this is what being a loser feels like.

What does this have to do with you, the readers? Nothing.

HA!

And now for the true purpose of this post:

Like 70's fashion, I have risen from the grave! Small children will run in terror and dogs will bark, for Andre...has...returned!

For good. No jokes. I'm actually here to stay and post regularly.

Next time, on Zibbudie Babbuhl Lane: Mike Myers, Human Chameleon!

Established; three things:

1. Kyle picks up what is put down. This kind of mystifies Best Buy employees.

2. He does not have a soul. He has a rotten, empty husk where dreams go to die.

3. If there was ever a muse for stupid, morbid crap, he is it.

If he won't post, I'll post about him.

Bastard.

NEW MOVIE TIME OH SNAP

Under the banner of Zibbudie Babbuhl I've crafted another few minutes of zaniness that completely betray the medium of film. It's a big whopper, requiring literally years to even begin to compress, so I'll have to hold an interest check before I get it onto the usual channels. Also I'm wishy-washy about everything I do so here's your chance to tell me to go fuck myself and bring it on anyway.

For what it's worth, the film involves Evan, Claudio, and myself in various states of disarray. Evan beats me with a baseball bat, I yell at Claudio, Claudio fakes his death, I tell Evan he doesn't have a family. Stuff like that. Fun stuff. I quite like how it came out, mostly because it's not just people getting hurt as my description suggests but a little dance between genres on top of excessively dry humour and some attempts at being a little more than a cacaphony of noises.

I will edit this with links to consumption in due time. Just shout out in the comments if you're at all interested. A pulse-check, if you will, for the mostly imaginary ZB community.

Thank you.

Edit: Thank you two.