THE STORY BEHIND THE GOAT SUCKER...

I had started chunky chupacabra chowder productions a few years ago as a way to vent artistic ideas. I was a major gamer back in those days, and I had come up with some idea that was connected to some of the games I was playing at the time.

Needles to say game movies back then were pretty unimaginative to say the least. Every so often a gem would come alone, but for the most part it was one lame frapp after another to the tune of " let the bodies hit the floor" . A very sad fact is that my very first movie was in SWG (star wars galaxies) to that very song. I of course shortly after removed it. It was a joke and I only wanted to see where I could take this mother.

My first piece of work was no one there, a stab at the eyes , hearts and with luck the cold souls of the developers of SWG who at the time destroyed the game with the now infamous NGE ( new game enhancement) and from there I started to get into other games and in time went my own direction.

I started to do video for ken of metal fanzine to try and gain a following to the idea of getting blue oyster cult into the hall of fame. To try and enhance my work I got into some pretty hard core movie making and studies to make my work better for all to see. Within a year, thanks to the push for the hall of fame, I became self taught in photo shop, poser7, bryce6, vue6, and several movie editors and image processing. Sadly the push did not pan out and pieces of human garbage like Madonna and such got into the hall. Why do they still call it the rock and roll hall of fame when they don't let true rockers in like boc, hawkwind, dio...? The list goes on and on.

But not all was at a loss. I started to use my new found skills to create the art and images I have had in my head for years, I met along the way some very cool people and friends. So not all was lost. I started to meet bands in the local Nashville area, and from time to time I tape shows to promote their music. And even, when I get the chance. Make a video for them as well.

Time will only tell where the CCCP (now CCCPS as to not piss off the ruskies) will go. I still have some good ideas in my head, and I hope to very soon start to use my own fiction on tape and in my video work. The childhood spooks are already in my art, perhaps a live action apparition will not be far behind. And with all I have self taught I am now thinking of going back to school for it. Who knows what the future will bring. I guess time will only tell...

top art work by Stephen Ramsey. bottom by tom karais based on the original.

ABOUT ME...

Hello and welcome. My name is Thomas George Karaisaridis. I go by tom karais to keep it short. But I also go by George and in certain circles kosh or nighthawk.

I am half Greek, 16% Chickasaw Indian, and 34% Anglo Saxon (mix of English and Irish) and all American baby!!!

I currently live in Tennessee in the lovely little hamlet of Antioch. Well, it was till the real estate vultures flocked in and started to build, and over build. Now it's nice and cramped to say the least. God you got to love progress.

I was born in New York in 1968 in Bronx (da Bronx) at Bronx Lebanon on the grand concourse. Nothing special about me, or so it seemed. I was born with an ulcerated colitis and had to have surgery at 6 months to keep me from bleeding to death. Hell of a way to start a life eh?

From the age of five I grew up in Mississippi. My home town was a sleepy little hamlet named Ellisville. (And it still is). It was here that I learned how to fish and hunt and fight (lots of that. Let’s see you try growing up Greek in southern Mississippi and not have to put up you dukes) but that's how it was back in those days. We were the odd ones out so of course we got the blame for every little thing that came down the pike.

I am proud of my heritage, and my family history. But there was a time growing up when Grecian (as they called me) to me was equivalent to nag$# , sp!ck and g@@k (or as they would want me to think). But I got over it, and the haters are not worth the effort.

Back in those hot and sticky summer days of my youth I spent a lot of my time exploring and dreaming. Dreamers tend to migrate to the odd and the bazaar. I was no deferent. I was only 10 when I found out I wanted to be a writer. The childish aspirations of being an astronaut and such had left me far behind. And the visions of fancy were getting stronger and stronger. It was after meeting a now long time friend (and the best man at my wedding) Robert Scott Cramford who encouraged me to try and write. (He now is a writer himself). But I also have a dark curse named dyslexia. And writing does not work very well with Me.

Dyslexia is a hand-eye-brain disorder. I can read something, but the brain scrambles it pretty good. The spelling comes out just as scrambled. I learned to read by memorizing over punctuation. I can read, in fact I have a pretty good vocabulary. But the words become shuffled, and I sometimes have to read something twice to get the true gist of it, and I have to rely on spell checkers and gamer checkers. (Even with these words, and in the end I am sure you will still find typos.)

I moved back to New York when I was 19 and spent some time in the army and New York National Guard. I got some wonder lust around 13 years ago (time is now 2009) and after a short stint in Tucson Arizona I found my way to Nashville TN. After a 6 month trial period in nashvagas I went back to New York for what I refer to as my time in hell. (I had a nervous breakdown.) I returned to Nashville and have been here ever since.

I have worked as a banquet room set up guy at Opryland, ware house sofa monkey for la-z-boy and now currently I work as a maintenance man for an apartment complex with over 10 years at the same company. I also write, mostly up until I broke down and got a computer 5 years ago. Up till then my writings had been by hand and in note books. I did try and publish a poem, but got shot down by the publishers saying " there was no money in it" you know, they never even asked me if i was in it for the fucking money. Amazing how some would assume, not to mention be out for the cash themselves.

And now all these years later I am here. All my visions now come true, by pixel and verse. I will soon be self publishing my stories and poems on lulu.com. Not to make money, but to share my vision. The visions of a small dirty and hurt child back in the days, those hot sticky days of summer that had not very many friends in the world, but in his mind as he lay back in the high grass looking up at the stars. He would be never alone.

Ask me who I am, I will tell you a lie. You find the truth; I will only be smoke and mirrors. You look for a smile; I will not give you one. That is, till you turn your back and walk away. Then I will laugh.
You ask me what makes me tick and I will tell you that my philosophy on life is simple. Life is short. Take life by the balls; hit it like a 20 gigaton nuke. Hit it like the angry hand of god. Hit it like a 12 month out of port sailor on a hooker. Leave no survivors...

DETAILS ABOUT ME!!!

so you want to know about my personal life eh? Well, you are here right? So I guess I can give you the 10cent tour.
I am a writer. (It was either that or go insane. And there may still be a chance of that happening. Elron anyone?) I am currently working on a book of poems I need to get out of the way before I can concentrate on my fiction. All my work will be self published on lu-lu.com . I got sick and tired of being rejected by publishers who cannot see a good story to save their lives. (I. E the trash getting noticed today- harry potter/ twilight) what ever happened to the real imaginations? Are vampires and boy wizards all there is now? Where are the elisions and the Moorcock, Hemingway and the Howards (both Robert and Lovecraft)? Now don't get me wrong, I am not saying I am nearly close in any way shape of form to the master. But I can promise you there will not be any fucking day glow, sparkly blood suckers in my stories.

I am a cg graphic artist (self trained). I am a (to Para phase a techno mage from Babylon 5) a conjurer of magic and light, I study the mysteries of circuitry and program. I invoke the spirits of science and motherboard. I am a dreamer and a shaper of image and pixel. I am shadow and light. I can pull down the moon and erase the sun. I can shape shift men and beast by the wave of a laser mouse and keyboard. My magic crystal is made by dell, and my cauldron baubles with the power of poser7 and photo shop. I can conjure your wildest dreams, and your worst nightmares.
Seriously, I use poser7, photo shop, vue6, wings3d, bryce6, and just about anything else I can get on the cheap. (This shit is expansive!!! And for me used old and second hand. But it works... Sometimes...)

I am a shooter and practice when ever I can. I am a firm believer of the 2nd amendment and the right to bear arms. I have a Carrie permit for the state of Tennessee, and I Carrie a smith and wesson 357 snub nose revolver. For hunting I have a nice Russian 91-30 7.62x54, and for practice a smith and Wesson m&p-15 5.56
If you are one who doses not believe in this right, please keep it to yourself. You want to believe that someone will always be there to wipe your ass, that's you. And believe it or not I respect your view. Please respect mine.

I am married to the most lovely and wonderful woman in the world, my baby Gail. It took me a life time to find her, and she was worth the wait. To all you guys who have not found your true love don't give up. She may just be around the corner waiting for you as well.

I like to read when I can. My taste is science fiction, horror.... That's just about It.

I am also a treckie. Surprise!!
Being into science fiction and at my age you know I would have to be. I was drawing crude enterprises when I was 2 years old. I got green Vulcan blood in my vain, and I know some klingon!!!
And on that note I should also clue you into the fact that I am a member of kag ( klingon assault group) a star trek fan club that is completely klingon based. Yes, we are the ones you see at events , bath'leth held high and mugs filled over flowing with blood wine and we bellow out with the song of war and grand battles of warriors long time dead and resting with in the halls of stov'vo'core. If you interested there is a link at the top of the page. We won’t bite. .. Hard...

I love music. I like it loud, hard, fast and never ending. I love all kinds of music, but nothing rap. Sorry, I just don't grok it. No offence.
I like to tell people that my favorite music is rush, Alan parsons project, blue oyster cult and dio, from there fill in the blanks. But there is so much more than that. From the classical to the industrial meal. I love night wish the same as midnight juggernaut. But if I had to tie it down to a small hand full. Hawk wind, anything dio, iron maiden, slayer, Alan parsons, Styx. You can never have too much Styx. (But only from killroy and before. After killroy it all turned to shit) but now and forever my fave would be boc - blue oyster cult-. That band has done more to influence my life than anything else, as well as helped me through some real dark times in my life.

as for past hobbies, I use to ride motorcycles, I was heavy into martial arts, swordplay, and survival camping (week in the woods.). I still have interest in all these things, but with age come wisdom. And with wisdom comes the knowledge that you sometimes have to know when to sit back a while and enjoy life. As well as the memories.
I cannot get out like I used to. I broke my leg years ago in 3 places, and the damage done to my knee slows me down. Don't get me wrong, I have not lost entrust. Just catching my breath. There's no need to rush.

two bulls were up on a hill one day, and they noticed some cows below. The young bull says. " lets rush down there and get some of the cow's"
the old bull says " no. Lets walk down there and get them all."
That joke never ceases to lose its meaning, especially now that I am an old bull. :)

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