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the used new album [28 Aug 2009|01:46pm]
im so psyched for the used's new album "artwork". Here's the video to their single "blood on my hands"


this monday they're having a listening party on twitter. check it out!

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[03 Apr 2009|11:35am]

hey everyone,

how awesome is this chadam skate deck i just got?  Its only $40 too.


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BIG Chadam News [10 Sep 2007|08:37pm]

I know this place is nearly dead, but I'm posting anyways.

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Source: Chadam's Myspace blog

X-Posted to theused
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Made some icons. [22 May 2007|12:10pm]

[20] Chadam Lives
[20] My Chemical Romance
[1] FO Banner (Chadam Lives character)


the rest are here.
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Chadam's Box! [17 May 2007|11:33am]


Sorry I deleted this entry before; couldn't get the embed right :/
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[21 Apr 2007|12:20pm]
18: alex pardee, chadam, chadam icons, gwyneth paltrow, lies for the liars, manda the panda man, microscopic civilizations, not waiting, not wanda sykes, originality, pink ooze, stories, swamps, the bird and the worm, the box, the used, three knocks, tiny apartments.

those are our current interests. what would you guys like to see added? (chadam related only please)
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[21 Apr 2007|10:47am]

chadam posted a new blog with an FAQ. he talked a bit and answered a lot of questions, it makes for a very interesting read.

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love. we should start a street team, y/n? i'm planning on handing chadam flyers out at the my chem concert i'm attending tomorrow. :]
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PART ELEVEN :D [19 Apr 2007|07:10pm]

[ mood | thinking... ]

Part 11




I can't help but be put in mind of the front of berth. Y'know? The blob thing with all the green glowing lights coming out of it? Does that have anything to do with this story? Will we ever know? And also, has he turned into mr box head yet? Or am I not reading it right?!

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Part 10 [19 Apr 2007|12:24am]
It was a little after 6am according to my cuckoo clock. That's what it means when the wooden bird with the broken beak comes springing forward and makes a violent jerking motion with his head like he's struggling to breathe 6 times. A noise used to come out of its antique, shattered beak, but I would awake with every caw, on the hour. And since I can't afford to lose any more sleep than I already do, I decided I would operate on the clock, and I dismantled its noise-box. In the process, I broke his nose. I couldn't get rid of clock because I bought it out of pity (and a little bit of charm) from a homeless man a few years ago who I saw every day on my way to the grocery store, and he would ask about it EVERY time I walked by him after that. "How's the bird workin out for ya's?" he would ask, "ya knows, if yous move to the east coast yous gotta reach in them bird guts like you're deliverin a baby and turn your wrist to the right about 30 degrees to reset that aviatin bastard of a machine…never did like that sombitch. Gives me the creeps, all broken, and cryin like a squished baby when its time on the hours…nevertheless, how IS she"?
I would always just simply reply "She's good", drop him a quarter or a dollar, whatever I had, which was never much, and that was that. But he always asked. Every day. He didn't even take holidays off. It was raining when I saw him get hit by that car. Little tiny Geo Metro, too. Took his right arm, from finger tip to right breast, clean off. The wound was so large that every drop of blood from his grimy, frail body INSTANTLY (I mean within a millisecond) threw itself on the blacktop, and his body, before his brain even realized there wasn't enough blood to USE his brain, turned immediately white. As white as teeth on a cartoon game-show host. No one can survive with no blood, despite how much they use it. So…I kept the clock, out of respect. Or guilt, I suppose.
After the 6th epileptic, silent spasm of the cuckoo, my vision focused immediately back on the box (can I even call it a box anymore? It has more life than I DO!). I usually keep a pretty sharp scalpel that I stole from the doctors office a few years ago in one of my drawers in the kitchen. I have never used it, I just always WISHED there would be a time and a place where someone would say "Chadam, scalpel", and I would hand them a scalpel, and a life would be saved (by someone other than me because I know SHIT about anything medicine-related). I figured if C3PO WAS here, like I wanted him to be, HE would be translating the "weird-box" language into "Chadam, scalpel please…" So it was a good time to pull the scalpel out.
Because the box, regardless of its living qualities, was still shaped like a box, with the same folds and flaps I'm familiar with, the decision as to where to cut it open wasn't hard. So I pressed the scalpel into the middle seam on the top of its surface, where the packaging tape was adhered so haphazardly. As I inserted the blade, I felt a chill rain down on my back from the heavens, and, as I pulled the knife gently toward me, a bellowing, haunting moan leaked out of the gradually growing opening. I could almost SEE the sound, as it moved all of my arm hair 45 degrees during its run. Before I even finished with half of the cut, I could see a pulsing light radiating from inside, attempting to escape like the blood of the cuckoo-bum….

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part 9, flyers and shiz, and the bird and the worm video. [18 Apr 2007|11:11am]

I wasn't frightened of the box until now. But there was still something mesmerizing and calming about it. I sensed that it was attempting to communicate with me. If only I was friends with C3PO, who can translate 6 million dialects, perhaps he can speak "weird box"? I continued to stare at the box in admiration, finally curious as to what was inside, beyond the living surface. Finally curious as to WHO brought it. Finally curious as to WHY it was given to me. Finally curious if I should be worried that some of that pink mystery-shit got on my hands and clothes. I would guess "yes" to the latter, but I'd worry about that later.
The surface of the box had changed. Fuck, maybe it HADN'T. I hate the fact that sometimes I think I am more observant than I really am. Maybe the cardboard exterior ALWAYS felt like skin, but because I never associated cardboard with skin, maybe I passed it over. Either way, the box's surface was no longer corrugated, recycled, coarse paper stock. It was an organ. And the more I looked at it, the more I noticed living qualities about it. Tiny pores and imperfections were dominant throughout all sides. Scattered, minute hairs. When it breathed, I could see almost invisible veins waxing and waning like a sped up time-lapse of a crescent moon. And the marking on the box was, indeed, a marking, but not in the usual sense of alcohol-based stencil marking ink. It looked like…yah, it was a tattoo.
The packaging tape that was clumsily adhered to its skin from who-knows-how-long-ago was practically begging to be ripped off. Its slightly upturned corners flirting with my urge to tear it off. However, part of me felt like the pain of getting a couple of layers of tape torn apart from its skin and hair would cause it to let out a deafening scream from its tape-made mouth.
I decided I would be careful, as I didn't want to hurt it, but I was going to open it…


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I hope I'm not the only one who laughed out loud at "Click here for instructions on how to make paste."

The video for The Bird and the Worm is out next Tuesday on MTV2. Watch and see if Chadam is gonna be in the video!
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Part Eight! [16 Apr 2007|07:06pm]





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[16 Apr 2007|12:09am]

everytime Chadam posts, The Used post a few minutes later. i'm beginning to think that Chadam is the alter ego of one of our boys...
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[15 Apr 2007|06:01pm]

I'm away for a couple of days and he's already on part 7.. I have a lot to catch up on.

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After reading this I got this image of Gil Grissom in pigeon form stucked in my head.
Pigeon CSI has to be the most amusing idea ever.
Thank you, Chadam.
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[15 Apr 2007|07:29am]

Sorry if this isnt allowed, i will delete it. Yesterday i made this shirt, and ordered it on cafe press, im very excited, tbh.

the shirt
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A close up of the image
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[14 Apr 2007|03:46pm]

new picture, courtesy of myspace.Collapse )
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Part 6 (already) [14 Apr 2007|11:30am]

Part 6

I didn't open the box right away. It did such a great job of peaking my curiosity and simultaneously triggering my paranoia that I really didn't know how to react to it. I looked in the thesaurus, and I found over a thousand words to describe its exterior, but the word that keeps going through my head is "alert". It's not the most descriptive word, but it's the most accurate. Though it was a joke when I first thought it as I picked up the box from my doormat, the box "smiling" at me didn't seem impossible anymore. As I subtly pivoted my neck back and forth, sweeping its cardboard surface with my eyes, I could swear to you that the imperceptible fibers making up the paperboard were FOLLOWING my eyes, moving along the surface as if to make sure I wasn't sneaking up on it. And the surface seemed to change periodically. Once again, I wrote this off as my over-imaginative brain arguing with my ridiculous lack of sleep and resulting in my eyes seeing dreams that my mind had vandalized the real world with. Insomnia is a weird thing, and staring at something with such intensity when you haven't slept in 5 days turns your eyelids into TV remotes, and every time you blink, a different channel appears on what you're staring at. The cardboard turned to water, then to a galaxy, then to a Bob Ross painting, complete with a burnt umber barn and a field of "happy little bushes". Staring at the box made me smile, and aside from catching "American Movie" on cable a few times, I can't remember the last time I genuinely smiled. Time passed, I continued to stare, mesmerized, and surprisingly, I was never really curious about what was IN the box. At least not yet. My imagination ran wild as I stared at the corrugated imaginary tv screen, but in mid blink, I jerked out of my trance as there was a loud slam against the sole window in my apartment…
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Part Five!! [14 Apr 2007|03:30pm]

[ mood | giggly ]



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Pixelart. [14 Apr 2007|02:25am]

I showed this to bertaids and she told me to post it here, and on Chadam's art page... Nothing special, but it turned out pretty cute. Done in paint!

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[12 Apr 2007|08:11pm]

just a head's up -- the official chadam fan art myspace profile has been created, link here.

on a similar note, i made minor changes to the layout -- there's a new background now, hooray for change. i made it using the vector i spent the greater part of my afternoon yesterday creating.

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looks like we didn't get a chadam tale update today, how depressing. tomorrow, hopefully.
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[11 Apr 2007|10:18pm]

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