CB4 & The Monkey

Britain? We don't need no stinking Britain! Or do we?

usetube@gmail.com (Cory Bates) — Thu, 7 Sep 2006 13:15:00 -0700

We really do.. Had an amazing time overseas and would love a host family to contact us to support our trip back to the motherland. See all the fun we had in the attached video..

When the Pill Goes Down

usetube@gmail.com (Cory Bates) — Tue, 20 Dec 2005 13:08:00 -0800

By all accounts then, this should really work..
here goes nothing!

Sad Bastard, Emo Wave, Definite Article & Noun?

usetube@gmail.com (Cory Bates) — Mon, 21 Mar 2005 19:53:00 -0800

Man, I can't get enough of "the" stuff lately. All the "The" bands, the angry, the frantic, the elated and the desparate.. The Dears, The Stars, The Decemberists, The Features, The Coral, The Postal Service but not The The.. Though "Dogs of Lust" was a killer track. Is it because it has been so long since there has been a flood of interesting music, or is it just that these bands ARE really good and we'll be singing these songs on our porch as we fade away, leaving our high-tech rocking chairs to our grandchildren? Doesn't matter to me, it's just nice to have something to sink my teeth into again, and i am looking forward to those high-tech rocking chairs.

tftmedia - the Promo?

usetube@gmail.com (Cory Bates) — Mon, 31 Jan 2005 17:17:00 -0800

Here is the initial promotional video created for ten feet tall media, made generally for experimentation, fun, and to find other people like us. If you like us, or ARE like us, let us know, bring your friends!
We'll bring the silly string!

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StarCollector - The Promo

usetube@gmail.com (Cory Bates) — Fri, 28 Jan 2005 11:27:00 -0800

Star Collector recently traveled overseas, enraging the locals at pubs from Liverpool to Koln! See the trouble here.

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part 3

usetube@gmail.com (Cory Bates) — Thu, 23 Dec 2004 15:42:00 -0800

If not for the distractions of daily subsistance Jacqueline may have ended up soundly fixed in a stare, locked in a battle between her conscious detachment and subconcious yearnings. Unknown, unexplored yearnings eager to feed on the mystery. Just as coy fish feeding serenely at the surface belie the complexity below the murky park pond water her colours were radiant just below a stagnant surface being fed by tourists of literature and documentaries, sitcoms and reality shows.

Each day the stain took on more fascinating and unique forms. She found herself looking forward to returning home from work and settling in to her favourite recliner in the center of the room (where she had now placed it) just below the morphing blot.

part 2

usetube@gmail.com (Cory Bates) — Wed, 22 Dec 2004 15:50:00 -0800

She squinted her eyes and scratched her brain while running her fingertips across her brow. The hairs on her arms stood at casual attention. Her analytical brain spun, bobbed and weaved... pulling out the occasional Judo move attempting to pin down the phenomenom.... trap it in a hold and slap it into submission... "Tell me what you are! Explain yourself, rogue anomaly! Ready phasers!". But try as
she might she could neither replicate nor explicate. The demon seed of doubt was planted. The ogre of uncertainty was loosed and together these miscreants would rain chaos on her logical mind.

Monkey Monty's Unfinished Tales Of Gibberish

usetube@gmail.com (Cory Bates) — Tue, 21 Dec 2004 15:30:00 -0800

She wasn't born beige but Jacqueline did enter the world quietly.
The surgeons mask was not eggshell but a suggestion of eggshell...
non-offensive white... neither too white nor too creamy. The lights were maybe even a little dimmer that day...but not enough to call the birth on account of bad weather. In the months leading up to her scheduled arrival her mother occupied herself with internal debates and diplomatic
cooking while father was indifferent to his office potlucks, choosing instead to lunch at a nearby falafel stand of reknowned blandness. With little fanfare and minimal clean-up she joined the Jejune family that day. A day later, under the protection of flannel and the locomotion of Chrysler, they travelled home to Placid Bay.

It was on a similar day shortly before her 28th birthday that she noticed it. The voices down the hallway had a lilt...dare she say it? (dare her thesaurous protest) ... a twang?.... a resonance?..... a melody to their cacophony? (Nearby an ant in a tuxedo limped across the table. A junebug hit the window with a daytimer set to August. A moth spasmodically tried to escape the light fixture while attempting to dial the locksmith). She looked up and noticed the slight stain on the ceiling from the leak in November. It held the glowing persona of religious iconolatry. Only briefly. A fraction of a second. A flea's gag reflex in length...but it was there.

to be continued

First attempt.. Please standby

usetube@gmail.com (Cory Bates) — Tue, 21 Dec 2004 11:06:00 -0800

This is where myself and my partner, the Monkey will be making posts in the foreseeable future.. We may be somewhat nearsighted, but hopefully not.. Please be patient and tip your waitress.

CB4
ten feet tall media