Hayo! I've uploaded a new video to my YouTube channel.

It's a new video series that I want to do. It's about my border collie named Flash; my E.S.A & I.
I am training Flash to tow me around on my skateboard as a part of his mobility assistance training. Because my right leg has only half of its calf muscle due to an unfortunate radio controlled model helicopter incident in 2009.

So, go watch the pilot. Comment here (or over on the video, whatever floats yer goat), lemme know what y'all think. 'Cause I want this thing to take off after a few failed attempts at getting my channel off of the ground.

TAKE US WITH THE FLOODS!!!

Right! Now PanterA aside, I'm now back in Picton for good this time. Fuck Whangarei with a fifty foot pole. Don't ever go there again. =>/.<=

It's all of the roughest places I can think of in the Wellington Region (Taita, Pomare, Naenae, Wainuiomata, Karori, Porirua, Stokes Valley, Upper Hutt) all compiled into one hellhole. Well, not Hell because I've literally been there & Whangarei is WAY worse than Hell.

So, with that said & done. My gear is 95% with me. The other five percenter is PantherA's bsss guitar & amplifier.
Also, I now have a border collie named Flash & is getting her border springer (Border Collie/Springer Spaniel mix) named Lilly.
Lilly will be her seizure & anxiety alert service dog & Kiraki will train Lilly up herself. =^/.^= Good luck, Pup. You're gonna have your work cut out for ya. Lilly is a force a nature.

Also, I've officially-unofficually met the very lovely Turns out he lives across the road from where my ex boyfriend used to live. =o/.O= With that being said, he & I get along like petrol & fire. Gah! I even have a bit of a crush on this adorable lil' foxxy. But, that doesn't mean to say that Kiraki's not going anywhere anytime soon. Heh heh don't y'all worry yourselves. I still love her until the end of time & then some. Talvi is just my pet.

So, what else is there on the board? Ah yea! It's a cold hearted world. I've recently had to pull my best friend out of committing suicide. Yeah! I know, pretty fucking heavy shit. & NOT the kind of heavy shit that I am into that y'all have come to know. So, that's rattled my cage a wee bit & serves as a reminder of how common something like this is.

Ah, what else is there? Yes! Femboyism or otherwise known to me as genderfluidity. Yes. I am genderfluid these days. So, don't be so surprised if I post up some pics o' me lookin' all female 'n what not. =^/.~=
I'm still the same Liger In Black with a firey attitude. I'm just slowly starting to get into the swing of portraying myself in a different light as it were & I'm still figuring this out. So, gimme a break.

So, that's an update of things happening since the last three months (last update here). Until then...
Keep that amp cranked to 11 & never look back!


\m/ =>/.<= \m/ R.I.P Dimebag Darrell 1966-2004. He came to rock & rocked like no other!

So, number 13! This one's gonna be about my sound rig.
Yes, I finally have all of it up here with me in Whangarei; that means my Line 6 bass amp, my custom-built 'Mississippi Mouse' tube amp, my Roland/Boss ME-25 & my M-Audio USB adapter too.

Last night I had an idea "What if I dual-plugged my ME-25 into the Line 6 AND the 'Mouse?"
So, I did that this morning, played my BCR-500 through both amplifiers & by crikey! What a sound it was.
It seemed to have filled out my tone a lot more. Particularly if I"m playin' lower down on the neck for some heavy rythm riffs & adds more edge to my already searing solos.

The next step would be to setup my laptop to play my drum & bass tracks via FL Studio through both amps.
'Cause my ME-25 has two output channels: Left & Right. The right channel is plugged into the Line 6 bass amp & the left channel is plugged into the 'Mouse... So, my theory is...
If I pan the bass-frequency stuff (EG Bass guitar, kick drums & floor toms) over to the right & the mids & highs over to the left channel (EG mid-high toms, snare, crash cymbals), the Line 6 SHOULD be receiving stuff from the right channel of the ME-25 & the 'Mouse should be receiving stuff from the left channel.
All the while both amps are receiving sound from my BCR-500 (MY guitar).

Oh & one other thing before I go... I'm teaching myself coding in C so I can work with programmable digital electronic chips. :P

Well, my trip down South was an absolute bust as it turned out to be some eleborate bullshit plan conjured up by my mom JUST to get me down there (& possibly stay down in Picton... FOREVER).

So, this past week, Kiraki & I have been stayin' with my dad right here in Wellington & last night was our final night. Tonight, Kiraki & I are gonna be on our way up to Whangarei, via the Mana Bus. I think the next time we decide to come down from Whangarei, we'll only be stopping in Wellington. As my mom's just too difficult to even tolerate these days (the last time she pushed me over the edge is one of two reasons why I'm in Whangarei to begin with).

With all that said & done, the main two weeks in Picton was a waste, but the few days in Wellington wasn't.

So, Easter is on it's way 'round the bend & this ol' liger is heading to Wellington for four nights to spend some time with my dad & then onto Picton for two weeks to spend some time with my mom down there.

Also, for those of whom don't know, ya can hit me up on Steam: http://steamcommunity.com/id/zz_cat & I'm on Skype under nicad.heli.flier

(As written on my Tumblr page)

Yea, I know, I know. I’ve posted jack shit in the last few months.

Why? Because I’ve moved into a new flat with my girlfriend at the end of November.
So, I have no internet (bugger!). My main source o’ income disappears on groceries, power (& you guessed it) water (Ya, in Whangarei, ya have to pay for water. =>/.<= what a scam) & I am left with less than $20 to fund my projects.

I have no internet because I don’t have the money to fund it.

Also, my UAV is well overdue for it’s scheduled maintenance overhaul. Again because I lack the required $1500 to fund it.

So, in the meantime I am basically takin’ one step at a time & I’m reviewing the projects I have been working on in the past year (I do this at the end of every year anyways) & I go to my girlfriend’s parents’ place to use THEIR internet about once to twice a month (Which is far less than ideal).

I’ve only JUST been able to pay for a replacement tremolo bar for my BCR-500 after I broke it last month.

I am just gonna wait until the “silly season” blows over before I make any decisions regarding my financial status.

Shit sucks when I don’t even have the $$$ to fly my UAVs.

So, as you may (or may not) have heard, I did one too many squeals on the BCR-500 & the tremolo bar snapped.

Getcha pull: http://zz-cat.tumblr.com/post/10056.....in-tremolo-bar

There was this one time... at band camp... we got drunk & whacked this donkey with a stick & we all chanted "Pinata! Pinata!"

NO THAT DIDN'T HAPPEN!!! C'mon guys, I ain't talkin' about THAT kind of Band Camp.
I'm talkin' about my band camp page.
I am working on a new album, it's called "The New Generation." So, what's gonna be on that? You may ask?
Good question. 'Cause here's what's gonna happen:

• Rock. Is an instrumental track that sets the tone for the whole record.
It starts off with that groove of blues-rock & carries that over to

• Park Flyin'. This track is about the rush of excitement I get when I go out to the field to fly my UAVs. Again it's another groovin' blues-rock song that's carried over from the previous track like what ZZ Top do with Waitin' For The Bus and Jesus Just Left Chicago.

• Who Am I? As the name implies, this track introduces me as the Liger In Black.
You guys have seen the lyrics to this song as my intro right here on the F/A. It's heavier than the last two tracks & certainly something you can head-bang too. I know I love to swing my long mane around to this. =^/.^=

• Dime's Solo is NOT one you'd want to have playing when you've left your stereo on full volume & forgot about it. This track kicks things off with a high-pitched squeal & a fake echo. It's named after Dimebag Darrell as a tribute to one of the greatest metal guitarists that once walked this planet.
What better way to have a tribute than to base the song off of PanterA's signature groove? This one will NOT disappoint.

• Rage Of The Liger. Here's a track for you metal heads out there. This track's so wild that the time signature changes just as often as the chords do. All in all, it's about a dark time that I went through in my past & the accompanying baritone-tuned guitars compliment the demonic tone of this track.

• This Life stretches the very limit of my ability as a guitarist & a composer as a whole. Mainly because I was so aggravated when I wrote it. It comes with a warning:
If you're easily offended by the use of profanities such as the "F-word," this track is not for you.

• Had enough of head-banging? Neck getting sore? When I'm With You will give you guys a nice break from the groove & heavy metal by playin' a sweet 'n tender 12-bar blues ballad about a long distance relationship that existed between & myself.

• New Found Justice is a collaborative effort between Shredderman (Best friend o' mine) & myself. For those of you that are familiar with the classic FPS game, Doom - New Found Justice takes its roots from that... But, with a blue tinge. =^/.~=

The set date for the album is December 8, 2014 to mark the ten year anniversary of Dimebag Darrell's murder.

Short answer: I hate my own gender; I hate being a male.

For now, I will just identify as what's commonly referred to as a "femboy."
That means, I still have my male genitalia & my fucked up baritone voice. Yet, I would rather look like a pretty little female as opposed to adorning a male appearance.

Why do I hate myself so much? First off, I want to tell you about my voice -- I fucking hate it with a vengeance. My vocal chords are damaged enough so that they flap around in my throat, if I force enough air over them. EG When I laugh or when I sing & it sounds like fingernails bein' dragged down a blackboard. Absolutely dreadful.

Another thing is the limited range. I wanted to have a wide vocal range that could span the lower bass note right up into the high tenor-low soprano range. But, no.
I'm stuck with a horrible baritone voice which is common as mud & the only natural "effects" I can put on it are distortion & overdrive.
Alright for metal, I suppose.

Time for a history lesson: My human name that was given to me at birth was Nicho-Chahn Cedric-Alan Cudby-Robinson & is commonly shortened to Nicho Cudby. Think my name sucks, yet? It gets only worse.
The common man seems to have a lot of trouble spelling my first name correctly. It is considered a massive insult to a person to mis-spell their name -- intentionally too, I'll add.
My full name is too much of a mouthful for anyone to comprehend.
The pronunciation of it is not fluid either. It doesn't roll off of the tongue like names such as "James Hetfield" or "Dimebag Darrell Abbott" or "Stevie Ray Vaughan."
THIS is why my human name sucks.

I am not human either. In fact I am a hybrid of about three species; two of which being feline.

I am a lion/tiger hybrid known as a 'liger.' Yet, whomever's in charge of 3D modeling creatures in God's little corporation up there thought they'd be a wise guy by puttin' the conscience/soul of a liger into a human body... Fer teh lulz XDDDDDD LLLELELELELELELELELELEL

The result... Me.

When I looked in a mirror one day, I couldn't believe my eyes at what was starin' back at me. My sandy colored fur coat was replaced with a peachy-pinkish colored... what the fuck? Skin? WHAT'S THERE TO KEEP ME WARM WHEN IT SNOWS!? I'LL FUCKING FREEZE TO DEATH!!!

My muzzle was far too short. Like, how am I supposed to fit my maw around large prey with it bein' the size of a riverstone? Where the fuck are my fangs? What good are these piddly little square shaped teeth to me? They don't remotely look formiddable at all.

My paws were no exception either. My back paws - Yea, okay, I can stand upright on them now without falling off-balance - But, they were an odd shape. They were elongated and the.fingers were shortened to tiny stubs that ALL pointed forward.
My front paws are the most peculiar appendages to my new body. They are fully articulated and all ten fingers can move independently from one another and my arms and legs have a few extra dgrees of motion.

With all of that, sadly the claws are somewhat useless. They are thin - too thin & are fragile. Handle with care.

At least I've kept my eyes and my long 'n' gorgeous chocolate-brown mane. That was what set me apart from the.other ligers in my pride in the past.

Althogh these human eyes don't handle the way my eyes function too well. There's one too many nerve cells & not enough cone receptors. But, hey. At least I can still see what I'm doin' in the dark.

So as I've been forced to grow in accordance to this human body, I am expected to stop being a cub when my body is 10 years old and it will be 95% mature when it's 16 years old, being fully developed at 25 years of age.

This body will begin to expire after 80 years of operation & expected to shut.down completely once it reaches a century old.

ONE CENTURY!? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!? I'm two and a half thousand years old and I'm STILL just a baby. I owe the creature designers a knuckle sandwich for this.

So, what do I do for a hundred years? Well, I'm gonna start at the birth of my human body. August 18 1993.

Lower Hutt Hospital, Wellington, New Zealand. 50,000 miles South of Siberia (my REAL home).

Damned humans. I feel sorry for the female gender of the species. That's a lot of unnecessary pain JUST to bear a child. I mean, C'mon, I've seen other creatures die in less pain than that. That's just downright cruelty.

Movin' right along, the fanily that was picked out for me to be born into is somewhat disfunctional (puttin' this lightly as I possibly can).

The mom was in a car crash that almost killed her about two months beforehand. This lady is somewhat stupid because she was a passenger of her own car & the other lady that was driving at the time had no sense of judgement.

So, me comin' into the physical world was a rough ride alright and I tore a muscle in my upper left leg on the ride down, ouch.

Fortunately, some more humans were able to repair the damage.
They say, I came into the world earlier than they expected me to. Silly humans. Didn't they read my profile? I like showin' up early to things. 'Cause showin' up late is rude as hell.

So, it looks like my mom was a two-timer. Well, that's a bad move in my opinion. She cheated on another guy when she was married to my apparent biological father. Ha! My step dad was around me far more often than my biological father was. Hell, I still don't know his name.

Anyways, these two got me into this mess and got me accustomed to my new surroundings and I was in my element. Why? 'cause DIAPERS, PACIFIERS, BOTTLES & HI-CHAIR =^/.^=

I always favored poofy nappies too.

Sadly, it wasn't all that glittered. My mom and my step dad faught. A lot. Much to my horror, I'd hide in amongst all my plushies in my room and cry.

I suppose that's what humans like to do; fight. Fight over anything... and everything. I'm like "can't we all get along? Pleeeeeeeeeease?"
Which fell on deaf ears. Nobody could understand what I was saying at the time.

Time marched on, it's now 1998 and I'm sent to a massive compound which what the humans called a "school." School. What a weird word. HA HAA!
But what was this place? Why would it look like a prison?

Apparently the adult humans send their babies here to "learn." But, that's odd, you don't need to be held in a prison to learn how to live. That's what exploring the world is for. So, I tried just that & wanted to find out more of this place.
But two older humans caught up to me & dragged me back to "class."
I have a "class?" Is that what the humans call a new pack, huh?

This was very difficult for me. They were imposing their ways onto me and I HATED it. So what did my mom do about this?
Tell the other humans that I have something called "Aspergers Syndrome."

I don't even know what that was and I.still don't know what it means. But judging from the way the other human offspring treated me changed after that day & the roller coaster started to descend.

The year is now 1999 & I had a gutful of the prison these humans called a "school."
So, my mom and I went to explore the world for a short while.
We went to the United States of America.
Strange, I knew that place as under a different name.

But, how we got there was fascinating & something I will never forget.
We gathered a few of my plushies and went to an open space in Wellington that was called an "airport."
I have never seen so many humans in one place before.

One thing that stood out to me was a massive white giant with wings and a huge dorsal fin and a big head.
These things are called "planes" & they fly.
Humans operate these planes inside themselves with lots of devices that work in harmony to transport other humans to different places around tge.world.

Our plane was named "Boeing 747-400" and had "Air New Zealand" for its stripes on its tail.

How something so huge could fly so well was beyond me. But, I had to find out how these awesome planes work.

In the U.S.A there are things called "trains" these are like planes in the sense of transportation. But, trains are more ground based.
Trains traverse parallel lines called tracks and their wheels are shaped in a way to keep the trains ON the tracks.

They are more diverse than planes, ranging from steam locomotives to electric locomotives. I personally favor steam locomotives 'cause thar shiny.

Another thing tge U.S.A has is "roller coasters." Ooooooohhh yesss. There's lots of roller coasters. These things are very similar to trains. But rather than the usual point-a-to-point-b scenario, these things traverse a circuit - one big circle almost. Twisting and dipping and looping and barelling throughout their track layout, giving their riders a rush of adrenaline.

Did I mention these things have a signature sound? Oh yeah, that "clickitty-clack; up the track" is when the train is towed uphill by a chain and then drops the train over the top of the first hill.

Yeah, yeah. I know, I'm obsessed. But what can I say? Roller coasters kick ass.

I also met a black catamount in Arizona. He called himself "Moonshadow" and was known to the locals as the "Panther of the night" or 'PantherA Noctis.'
He kept following me around for some reason until one day, he ran straight toward me & leapt into the air & knocked me unconscious in a single bound.
I woke up again in Santa Fe, New Mexico with a native Indian shaman.

He told me of the panther of the night & said that he will choose only one to do his bidding. The panther of the night chooses a host and possesses it by rendering the host unconscious.
The host will wake up maybe a hours later to days and weeks later with a hole in their memory.
Only to their dismay that carnage and death has been left in their wake.
The blood slain by the panther of the night is the responsibility of the host.

With all of that said, I never saw that panther again until.
the year 2004.

I had been back in New Zealand for four years when the panther of the night appeared to me again. THIS time during the day and while I was at school. In front of my friends and classmates.

The next day I went back to school, everyone was dead silent as PantherA stood by my side grimmacing the other humans.

It was only in December that PantherA showed up again. But, he decided to stay with me as he claims me to be the only one he can contact the physical world through.

In the interim between Christmas and New Years, my mom decided to break off with my step dad & she took me with her.
She did this because she couldn't handle fighting with my step dad any longer.

So, here and I got a place of our own in a tranquil place known as Belmont Domain.

In the absence of my step dad, my mom had nobody else to fight with. I was the only other creature in that house. So, guess who copped it? Me.
So started the long trail of how my mom "had a happy life before she met that asshole" & "every man should be put up against a firing squad & shot to death."

With this still goin' on when I started attending Hutt Intermediate School, I couldn't focus on my schoolwork at all. All I could think of is how to commit suicide.

So, my teacher contacted my mom and GUESS what she told them!? "Nicho has Aspergers Syndrome and is Autistic"

Some of the other pupils caught ear of that and started bullying me about.something that wasn't true.

So, I called on PantherA to help me out with them and help me out he did.
Sadly, that had only exacerbated my nightmare at Hutt Intermediate School.

One kid in particular beat me up using his roller blades as a weapon as his lackey held me down with his skateboard and shouted in my ear "Where's your Moonshadow now, ya stupid handicap?"

By 2006, everyone in the school wanted to try to kill me because they knew of PantherA.

By then, I had already taken a few cuts to my chest in an attempt to get rid of my pain and to get rid of PantherA.

In 2005, I went to see a psychiatrist to help me deal with the amount of bullying I was getting at that hellhole.
The psychiatrist would often speak to PantherA on the same subject.

So, 2007 rolled around and the Government shit canned the sector in which my psgychiatrist worked. So, began my hatred toward the government.

In 2007, I went to an all-nigger school known as St. Bernard's School which was an all-boys high school in the Lower Hutt Central Business District.

By then, I was a mess. Not only that, I was gettin' thoughts of turnin' gay too. Yea, bein' gay in a marist catholic school is probably as much of a good idea as a flyscreen door on a submarine.

So, some niggers started callin' me shit like "homo" and "fag."
One kid sat next to me and punched my right temple.
PantherA immediately jumped to my aid by picking up my metal pencil case & slamming it over his head, cutting the skin on top the little asshole's skull.
PantherA lept out of my body and I awoke with the kid having me in a death grip around my neck. That kid was trying to sever my spine from the base of my skull. All the while, blood was pissing out his head & all over me.
Had another teacher not intervened, I would have died.

Later that day, I found a group of kids nearby smokin' marijuana. They could see the blood all over my face & they asked me in. I basically said to them "I nearly died today, so why the fuck not?"

They were regulars too, so I hung out with them for a short while during lunch breaks, smokin' the 420.
Those kids got expelled for it, though.

So, 2008 came 'round and everybody.wanted a piece of me. Oh how this scenario looked familiar to Hutt Intermediate. Only, PabtherA thought he'd give 'em somethin' to remember me by grabbin' my Lynx Voodoo can and my Zippo lighter.
He blasted those porch monkeys, yard apes, coons & maoris with the biggest.flame I've ever seen that can throw.
PantherA then walked me home and I never set one paw in that school ever again.

PantherA didn't walk me to my mom's house, he walked me to ny dad's house in 2008 which sparked a big court case over who got custody of me.

So, that became a game of liger in the middle where my mom would tell evsrybody that I'm living with a criminal, ergo I will becime a criminal myself.

She did this one day by calling on PantherA herself & he put her in a sleeper hold in an attempt to shut her up.

I woke up again at the Lower Hutt Police Station being charged with "Male Assault Female."

On top of that, my mom added that to her feminazi insults about how I'm "just another fuckwit criminal male that deserves nothing less than the electric chair and even THAT's too kind."

So, I decided to stay with my step dad & he told me his side of the story between me, my mom and him.
Okay, my step dad admits his actions were wrong but, he was all too often forced into a fight or flight situation as I have been.
My step dad's an otherwise nice guy. He's funny as hell too & straight-up honest.
If he was the conniving criminal like what my mom had painted him up to be. I would have suffered abuse from him too for the three years that I have lived with him.

Sadly, I had to leave his place because in my attempt to keep everyone happy, I've moved back in with my mom.

The year is now 2014 & PantherA is by.my side right this very moment I am typing up this story & my mom still continues to blame my step dad and I for all the things that have gone wrong in her life.

Now, the only thing stopping me from taking a blade to my wrist or my chest is a deal that I've made earlier this year with a sweet and adorable little gray wolfie, known as Kiraki.
She is the sweetest anyone's been to me for my entire life. We've only been together for one year and four months at the time of writing this, but it feels like I've know her throughout my entire existence.

Kiraki, if you're reading this, I love you so much with all my heart and soul & even though it may not look like it or you don't see it, but I'm fighting just as hard to stay alive as much as you are. To not give in to suicide. Even though, I hear the darkness calling my name, I know to run toward the light, because PantherA's the least of our worries in the darkness.

I feel like an angel that has been chained to the ground and had his wings trampled to pieces and had them cut off of my shoulder blades, leaving me to die in a pool of my own blood.

The more I am told of the hatred of the male gender, the more I hate.myself for it & I'm tryin' all I can to keep my head above the waterline in a tiny tank that's filling up very rapidly.

I personally think, that if I go ahead and give into my feminine side and DO trans-gender, it'll feel like I've a bew pair of wings & I'll learn to fly again & THEN, I will be free.

Free from being hated for being born the wrong gender at least.

Someone asked my why do I refer to my guitars as axes?

It's a common colloquial term used amongst guitarists to refer to their instrument of choice as such. I prefer it, normally when I'm referring to my BCR-500 which does resemble a big bloody axe.

Another thing I'd like to add is my current sound rig as of June 14 2014:

Axes:
>BCR-500
>Also known as "The Great Southern Trendkiller" or "Trendkiller"
>Mainly features as my rhythm guitar, but I play lead on it on some of my PanterA covers.
>"Radioactive" strap.
>Strings are Ernie Ball® Cobalt Power Slinky .11-.48"
>My first axe with a Floyd Rose® bridge & lock nut.
Means I can pull some wicked squeals on it. \m/ =>/.<= \m/
>Twin passive Humbucker pickups on the bridge & neck positions.
I wanna try a set of EMG's active pickups in this thing.
>24 frets.

>Jackson® JS-23 Dinky
>Also known as the "Super Strat"
>First axe of mine to have 24 frets, compound radius fret board, humbucker for a bridge pickup.
>Two single coil pickups; one in the neck position & the other in the mid position.
>Strings on it are Ernie Ball® Super Slinky .09-.42" I used to use D'Addario's EXL120 of the same gauge.
>The bridge is a knife-edge tremolo & I don't use the whammy on it simply because the axe goes outta tune if I do.
>This axe features as my lead guitar for 90% of my stuff.

>Roland/Boss ME-25
>This has replaced an array of about 5 pedals for me.
>My main "drive" tone on it's very 'chuggy' as I've basically cranked the overdrive on it to bring out the harmonics in just about any guitar I plug into it.
>My "solo" tone is shaped specifically to play ONE song :v
>Got this tone by accident & rolled with it ever since. It's a nice all 'rounder for playin' lead.
>I have two "clean" tones. One with chorus & the other is more warmer & better suited for playin' jazz.
>I am currently using about four out of a potential sixty memory slots in the ME-25.
>All of my current settings on this, I use the whammy pedal to make my guitar sound tuned down either half-step, full step, or baritone.
>Just because it has a wah pedal doesn't mean I'll use it. I friggin' hate using those things.
>USB interface = FUCK YEAH!!! Use that in conjunction with FL Studio.


So, what happened to the rest of my guitars? Good question.
I'm sad to say that my Nugent Custom Thinline Telecaster has accumulated mold on the fret board.
The binding on the body of my Nugent Custom Stratocaster is peeling away, the volume pot on it has broken loose, all three pickups in it have lost their magnetism

My Squier Bullet is now my slide guitar & seein' as I play little to no slide anymore, it spends its time in its case.

I find playing my Gretsch Traveling Wilbury's axe too painful because it goes outta tune far too easily & it's now in storage.

The first fret has somehow popped up on my Blitz Les Paul copy & is in the North Island until further notice.

I'm expecting to get an 80 Watt amp stack bein' built for me in the up & comin' months. So, watch this space.

Check out the main sector on my page for full information. It's all there & I'm back on the internet.

Hey guys, I've just started working on a new song. It's about the amount of mental abuse I'm being forced to put up with at home from my mom.

my parents in real life are separated & both have a long term history of abuse toward each other & now my mom takes her frustration, anger & anxiety out on me.

This is probably gonna be more of my blues-metal genre & I'll be writing the score for this & will post a Guitar Pro rendition in my scraps folder. So, be sure to look out for that.

If I get around to recording it (I don't know if I will) I will post the file in my submissions folder right here on the F/A.
So, anyways. Here's what I have written for the lyrics:
(PS It follows the 12 bar blues chord progression)

ZZ Cat - This life is misery.

When will the mental abuse end?
these wounds that will never mend.
blackened are my skies
mixing truth with lies

I'm not the scum you make me out to be
Why can't you accept me for what you see?
So set in your ways you don't hear my plea!
This is not what it should be.

Imprisoned in a cage.
THIS LIFE IS MISERY!
Forever you rage.
THIS LIFE IS MISERY!

Wake up & see the truth
Or flip through the roof.
We've all had a hard life.
We've all been through strife.

You're actions are unjustified.
You're out of your mind.
Using any excuse you'll find.
Venting your rage on me.

Imprisoned in a cage.
THIS LIFE IS MISERY!
Forever you rage.
THIS LIFE IS MISERY!

Day in & day out
Talking to yourself
day in & day out
sitting by myself

Imprisoned in a cage.
THIS LIFE IS MISERY!
Forever you rage.
THIS LIFE IS MISERY!

"Our lives are a result of the choices we make." -ZZ Cat

"Success is effort over time." -ZZ Cat

"Nothing is hard, but merely a challenge. To say "it's hard" means to say one is not up for the challenge." -ZZ Cat

OK, I've had a few people question me about my abilities "Why do your eyes change color? What do the colors mean?" "Why/how do your eyes glow?" "How is it possible you're able to teleport?"
Well, lemme tell you what's goin' on...

My eyes are bio-luminescent by nature & have three main pigments; red, green & blue and the different colors correspond to my emotions & feelings among other things.
I am able to blend these color pigments in such a way that my eyes reflect the entire color spectrum & adjust the amount of light emitted from my eyes to suit a particular situation.

Here is what each color means:
-Red: This is the most intense I get before Panther shows his ugly mug. My eyes turn this color
when I am extremely aggrevated or am in intense pain.
-Orange: Halfway between yellow & red - Basically gets more intense than yellow, but not as bad as red.
-Yellow: This color means I am either mildly annoyed or I'm hurt (Depending on the circumstances).
-Green: Neutral. Just my natural eye color.
-Blue: Sadness/depression. My eyes usually go this color before I start crying.
-Indigo: I'm in love.
-Violet: Frisky liger is frisky :P
-Black: Just my pupils are fully open - so that I may see at night.
-White: Very intense "pleasure." (If ya catch my drift).

How do I teleport? You keep telling yourselves that. Because that's for me to know & you to find out.
=^.-=

OK Here we go, this is my first time writing one of these. So, what to write about?
How about somethin' relevant - Like my sound production?
For a start I like to write a brief update on what's goin' on the main page of my profile, so I guess this should be the full update? No. It won't. So, what WOULD I use this space for?
I have no idea myself, but I'll be postin' stuff in general here, I guess. Albeit, not as regular as I write on the main page - This can take a while to write, and I am often pushed for time.
Which explains why my music production is often slow, apart from the fact that I prefer to go at my own pace with such a thing.

Another thing I'll write about here is my art and photography. Why am I not drawing as much as I used to? What happened to my awesome anaglyphs?
The main factor here is time. A very valuable asset to have when it's available, & I find myself short on time with other factors such as study, gettin' vehicle licenses, flying UAVs, & various trips 'round the nation & abroad with work etc. When these factors are taken into consideration, one starts to think about how limited said person can be on time.
The other factor being my environment. At the time I am writing this to y'all, I'm not what one would consider an optimal environment to say the least.
This means I am still living with one of my parents (Who have not long ago split-up) & in a caravan (God forbid. I used to hate these things, now I absolutely loathe these things). So, I am still copping the fallout of my parents splittin' up (Even though it occurred in 2008 - the red-letter date.)

This does not mean I haven't stopped my digital photography, my anaglyphs or my drawings. It has merely slowed my production of them - substantially.
Ergo, I am probably out-of-practice with bothe (both?) my artwork and photography & I am doin' all I can to get back into it as much as I can.