About
What’s a “Mindcryme”?
Operation: Mindcrime is a concept album by the progressive metal band Queensryche. In it, a man named Nikki is brain washed into being a trained assassin by a man known as Dr. X, a leader in an organization that is both political and religious. When Nikki hears the word “mindcrime” he becomes Dr. X’s puppet.
The stories you will find here are, to us, either absolutely insane or totally rocking awesome. Either the people have lost their minds or the government has or both. Because bottom line? The world needs a change.
Authors:
Melen – Melen is the thirty-six-year-old father of seven children, grandfather to a brand new baby boy, the husband of Rayne and an old friend of PumpkinG. He’s employed by a local internet service provider.
Almost entirely self-taught (minus recent network training and occasional instructional sessions), Melen’s currently managing the company’s network, Linux servers, VMware clusters and NetApp. He’s recently started experimenting with a storage system by Sun and is teaching himself how to manage that as well.
In his spare time, Melen enjoys creating 3D pictures from programs such as Vue D’esprit and Poser, among others. He also enjoys reading (everything from the news to Horror fiction), Geocaching and music. But his real passion, these days, is photography.
Melen’s currently looking for models of all races, genders, shapes and sizes to practice portrait photography with. You can find some of his work on deviantART. Right now, due to the economy, he can only offer free prints in return for your time. If you’re in the Capital District in New York and are interested in modeling for him, you can email him at rahl (at) mindcryme (dot) com.
Melen modified the template for this site, did all of the back end work and came up with the concept for the blog.
Rayne – Rayne is the twenty-nine-year-old mother of four children, the wife of Melen and new friend of PumpkinG. She’s a housewife with a couple paying writing gigs (If you count sex toys as payment. We do!) of a sex-positive nature.
Rayne’s passion is writing. Fiction, non-fiction, opinion… she loves to write. She’s been blogging about the unique aspects of her marriage since 2003. She has kept a journal and written fiction and poetry of many genres since she could spell her name. She’s had a poem published and has been published on a couple sex-positive blogs.
When she’s not writing, Rayne is reading, Geocaching, listening to an eclectic array of music from classical music to hard rock to gangsta rap to everything in between, or relaxing with her husband. She occasionally enjoys photographing nature and architecture and loves walking through old cities. But her favorite places to spend the day is one of the various local cemeteries or tiny cafes.
Rayne is always looking for writing work. If you have questions or are interested in hiring her, you can contact her at rayne (at) mindcryme (dot) com.
PumpkinG – PumpKinG is a twenty-nine-year-old father of no one. As far as we know, that is. The DNA results have yet to come back. He, like his good friend Melen, is a completely self-taught Network Monkey that’s been hacking since he was 8 on his Commodore 64. Pheer?
PumpKinG, also referred to as ‘Asshole’ or ‘Dickhead’ by both friends and strangers alike, enjoys Strawberry Daiquiri’s and long walks on the beach. He is also a part time Astronaut and crash test dummy. When not testing seat belt efficiency and solid rocket fuel, he enjoys consuming copious amounts of alcohol, recockulous amounts of socially unacceptable chemical compounds, strippers and of course lacing up his 14 eye steel toe Doc’s and jumping into a bangin ass mosh pit.
PumpKinG currently resides in Orange County California, the Tragic Kingdom to be specific. He hates the tourists that plague his shithole city, small fluffy animals, Fords, mayonnaise, guys in pink shirts, people with an IQ of less than 130, girls that try too hard, tweakers, society in general really. So yes, he probably hate’s you too.
When not pissing in random corners along the boardwalk in SoCal, or using his T-shirt (that doesn’t say Affliction or Ed Hardy and cost $75 *FAGS*) as a rag for those pesky spontaneous nose bleeds, he likes wrenching on cars and flirting with punk rock girls with tattoo’s and piercings at any venue that does not include a DJ.
PumpKinG is anti-social, demented, perverted and an elitist that lives by the motto so eloquently put by one of his favorite bands Anti-Flag,
“I’m Not Lazy, I Just Don’t Care”
Feel free to contact PumpKinG at pumpking (at) mindcryme (dot) com, he will most likely not respond. Well… unless you’re really hot and include pictures.
To leave you with a few parting words.. just remember.
“We All Do Dumb Shit When We’re Fucked Up” – Iron Mike Tyson
“Cocaine’s a hell of a drug” – Rick James
OI!
CrAzYLoCaL – CrAzYLoCaL, born June 10, 1980, is the father of one daughter who is the most important entity in his life. But let’s be clear here: She is not allowed to date till she is married, which will be prearranged by LoCaL himself.
OK!
Now that that’s outta the way, here’s the skinny on CrAzYLoCaL.
His low self esteem is at an all time high. He is a Gemini with a major inferiority complex and has wasted most of his life trying to find that thing that ‘mom and dad’ had back in the 80′s… BLAH!.. What a waste of time.
LoCaL enjoys long walks off of tall buildings. He finds that falling flat on your face brings out exceptional qualities that hide themselves from most, if not all, people on this mudball you people call earth.
Local is a science junkie, loves the facts of life, has more knowledge about the things you can’t see than most people know about themselves.
LoCaL, like PumpKinG enjoys long walks on the beach, PSYCHE! He would rather steal drugs from a junkie *COUGH*PumpKinG*COUGH* than ever share a moment of truth with another female. No, he’s not gay… He’s just not worthy of their excellence, so he chooses to not grace them with his presence. This way he always seems to win.
LoCaL met up with PumpKinG in 1997. It has been nothing but good times ever since. LoCaL had to teach him to evaluate the concise state of being great. He’s my first mate. No he doesn’t rap, but he does have to live with that giant piece of crap. He has always typed in his shadow, and the guy’s so damn tall, he casts a really big one. *But I still can’t print….hrmmm*
LoCaL would say that he never found a job that he loved. He is a wire guy by accident. It’s intriguing but such a waste of ability.
LoCaL enjoys to ride. He escapes from this disaster by twisting his right hand and trying not to break anymore bones. Burning gas and kicking ass is what he believes in. Nothing helps sooth his soul more than doing 180 MPH on a public road with PumpKinG following right behind.
OI! to being stupid *just like PumpKinG’s infatuation with Brody Dalle for the Distillers, for whom he will never be able to convince to marry him*
Pay bills, drink beer, whistle at girls; this is what his life is all about. Computers are merely an avenue to exploit his pr0n habit and to excel in the career of never ever paying for a piece of software… *thanks to Pump for that, he has shown me the light, but I still can’t print.*
Ever want to know the god forsaken truth? Just Email me!
