Friday, April 25, 2003
Sunday, April 20, 2003
Holy Fuck!
Shit! This ad is *brilliant*! The icing on the cake is that there's no cgi. That's what you get after doing it in 606 takes.
Shit! This ad is *brilliant*! The icing on the cake is that there's no cgi. That's what you get after doing it in 606 takes.
Being Rob Andrews
I posted a survey on the Buzz earlier this week about casting. It was a fun survey if only to see who would play whom. As of now, the actors selected to play me are: a business/professor in a suit,Seann William Scott, Chow Yun Fat, Anthony Hopkins, John Cusak, Russel Wong (care to explain that, David?), and Jonathan Rhys Meyers.
I think that I'll write up a casting list of my other friends later.
I posted a survey on the Buzz earlier this week about casting. It was a fun survey if only to see who would play whom. As of now, the actors selected to play me are: a business/professor in a suit,Seann William Scott, Chow Yun Fat, Anthony Hopkins, John Cusak, Russel Wong (care to explain that, David?), and Jonathan Rhys Meyers.
I think that I'll write up a casting list of my other friends later.
Saturday, April 19, 2003
Dreams: Theater experience
I was in a theater away from my home, presummably the CineCenta. I was sitting in my seat in the upper left hand row (which I usually do in real life as well) near this cute goth girl. In my dream, I had a crush on her for months, but had never spoken to her for some reason or another. The film that we were seeing as a musical that was writen in the 30s which, strangely enough, was about Grant Morrison. As the credits began, the sound crackling with antiquity, a man walked onto the stage, an actor that was presumably going to play the role of Morrison. He began to sing about sigils, memes and living comic book universes. The movie was turning into an interactive play, a la Rocky Horror Picture Show. As the film went on, the goth girl moved closer to me and started to cuddle. Without even knowing each other's names, we began to give each other small kisses and then would periodically look at each other like school kids in love.
Next thing I knew, she and I were in bed, with her discussing rabbit costumes and sex.
And then I woke up.
I was in a theater away from my home, presummably the CineCenta. I was sitting in my seat in the upper left hand row (which I usually do in real life as well) near this cute goth girl. In my dream, I had a crush on her for months, but had never spoken to her for some reason or another. The film that we were seeing as a musical that was writen in the 30s which, strangely enough, was about Grant Morrison. As the credits began, the sound crackling with antiquity, a man walked onto the stage, an actor that was presumably going to play the role of Morrison. He began to sing about sigils, memes and living comic book universes. The movie was turning into an interactive play, a la Rocky Horror Picture Show. As the film went on, the goth girl moved closer to me and started to cuddle. Without even knowing each other's names, we began to give each other small kisses and then would periodically look at each other like school kids in love.
Next thing I knew, she and I were in bed, with her discussing rabbit costumes and sex.
And then I woke up.
Friday, April 18, 2003
Next book on deck: Testament
The CBC has been hyping this book since last summer, but I've forgotten about it until today. Ironic, isn't it? I suppose it's even more ironic consideing that Testament is fictitious look at the life of Jesus Christ through the eyes of four of his comteporaries. Instead of having the book told from the points of view of Mathew, Mark, Luke and John, as in the Bible, it instead is told from the perspective of Mary, his mother, Mary Magedelum, Judas and a Syrian shepart called SImon. Instead of paroting the miraculous events of Jesus' life and death, the story instead focus' on Jesus as a revolutionary, a man who wanted to change the world. Should be an intersting read and I hope that it's compelling it's been made out to be.
The CBC has been hyping this book since last summer, but I've forgotten about it until today. Ironic, isn't it? I suppose it's even more ironic consideing that Testament is fictitious look at the life of Jesus Christ through the eyes of four of his comteporaries. Instead of having the book told from the points of view of Mathew, Mark, Luke and John, as in the Bible, it instead is told from the perspective of Mary, his mother, Mary Magedelum, Judas and a Syrian shepart called SImon. Instead of paroting the miraculous events of Jesus' life and death, the story instead focus' on Jesus as a revolutionary, a man who wanted to change the world. Should be an intersting read and I hope that it's compelling it's been made out to be.
Thursday, April 17, 2003
New fiction
Perdido Street Station lays heavy on my desk, beckoning me to start reading it. It’s been a while since a novel has coaxed me to spread it open and devour it’s contents (or a woman, for that matter). I don’t know much about the novel except that the author is an artist, loves comics by Warren Ellis and he’s getting a Ph. D. The novel has been catagorized as “weird fiction”, (weird fiction? Sold!) a mishmash of genres turned on their head. Briefly looking into the book, I see that it begins with a quote by Philip K. Dick. It’s setting the tone for something grand. More once I start.
Perdido Street Station lays heavy on my desk, beckoning me to start reading it. It’s been a while since a novel has coaxed me to spread it open and devour it’s contents (or a woman, for that matter). I don’t know much about the novel except that the author is an artist, loves comics by Warren Ellis and he’s getting a Ph. D. The novel has been catagorized as “weird fiction”, (weird fiction? Sold!) a mishmash of genres turned on their head. Briefly looking into the book, I see that it begins with a quote by Philip K. Dick. It’s setting the tone for something grand. More once I start.
Wednesday, April 16, 2003
I hate it here
At the beginning of the year, things seemed full of promise. I was starting my dream career as an editor for a company in Grande Prairie. I had moved into a great apartment that was much bigger than I had expected and it looked like I was going to have a relationship with Heather, who really helped me go through some tough shit during the holidays.
Fast forward three months later. Because of the cuts with the CTF and a year long delay for the project that I was hired to do, I lost my potentially break through job. Three weeks after I moved here, after intense communication, Heather decides to hook up with someone else. To top it all off, turns out the apartment that I was renting had mould in it and I had to suffer through months of loud construction and de-carpeting as well as hearing domestic abuse next door. So, faced with living there, and getting a shit job in hopes that I’ll eventually get work in the future (which isn’t looking great as the CTF cuts have affected Canada’s biggest shows like This Hour Has 22 Minutes and Air Farce), I’ve moved back home.
I hate Fort St. John. In elementary school a friend called Joe Brooks remarked that it’s a black hole and no one can escape it. It’s true, sadly. Whenever the shit hits the fan in my life, I return and lick my wounds. The smells, the sites, the people all remind of me defeat, that I’ve fucked up again. I hate it here. Last time I came here I had something to look forward to in the summer, Pearl, but now there’s nothing for me to look forward to, besides going to a college in a city infested by red neck fuckheads. I can’t wait until I get buried in my work again. At least then, I don’t have to think about that shit.
Ah well. I guess that I can think of it as a forest after a forest fire. Trees grow again, among the ashes. Hopefully, in the end, it’ll turn out for the best. Here’s hoping.
At the beginning of the year, things seemed full of promise. I was starting my dream career as an editor for a company in Grande Prairie. I had moved into a great apartment that was much bigger than I had expected and it looked like I was going to have a relationship with Heather, who really helped me go through some tough shit during the holidays.
Fast forward three months later. Because of the cuts with the CTF and a year long delay for the project that I was hired to do, I lost my potentially break through job. Three weeks after I moved here, after intense communication, Heather decides to hook up with someone else. To top it all off, turns out the apartment that I was renting had mould in it and I had to suffer through months of loud construction and de-carpeting as well as hearing domestic abuse next door. So, faced with living there, and getting a shit job in hopes that I’ll eventually get work in the future (which isn’t looking great as the CTF cuts have affected Canada’s biggest shows like This Hour Has 22 Minutes and Air Farce), I’ve moved back home.
I hate Fort St. John. In elementary school a friend called Joe Brooks remarked that it’s a black hole and no one can escape it. It’s true, sadly. Whenever the shit hits the fan in my life, I return and lick my wounds. The smells, the sites, the people all remind of me defeat, that I’ve fucked up again. I hate it here. Last time I came here I had something to look forward to in the summer, Pearl, but now there’s nothing for me to look forward to, besides going to a college in a city infested by red neck fuckheads. I can’t wait until I get buried in my work again. At least then, I don’t have to think about that shit.
Ah well. I guess that I can think of it as a forest after a forest fire. Trees grow again, among the ashes. Hopefully, in the end, it’ll turn out for the best. Here’s hoping.
Tuesday, April 15, 2003
Monday, April 14, 2003
Dammit, now I have to pick up X-Statix
Mike Allred on the upcoming X-Statix arc
"Later on, we'll have what we hope and intend to be a highly controversial three-part storyline that will, if we do our jobs right, put an end to all our respective careers. One of the late-twentieth century's most iconic, photographed and talked-about figures is resurrected from the grave... and in America. And made an honorary member of X-Statix."
For fuck's sake everyone. Princess Diana is joining "X-Statix."
Mike Allred on the upcoming X-Statix arc
"Later on, we'll have what we hope and intend to be a highly controversial three-part storyline that will, if we do our jobs right, put an end to all our respective careers. One of the late-twentieth century's most iconic, photographed and talked-about figures is resurrected from the grave... and in America. And made an honorary member of X-Statix."
For fuck's sake everyone. Princess Diana is joining "X-Statix."
Sunday, April 13, 2003
Tidbits from the new Ren and Stimpy show
Taken from this week's All The Rage.
Happy happy, joy joy, indeed!
Taken from this week's All The Rage.
Kricfalusi will also continue the R&S tradition of creating fake commercials, like theone for "Log," where a big, brown log is promoted as a cool toy like Slinky or Hot Wheels. This time, John K. has created a new faux commercial for a very distant cousin to My Little Pony--a donkey toy--called "My Little Ass." wicked song parodying syrupy TV cartoon theme music. "There's a rainbow over Ass Canyon..." he sang, continuing to a chorus of "My Little Ass.... my sweet Little Ass!"
But all is not well in Ass Canyon, because the My Little Ass(es) have a dastardly foe--a mean rooster called "Wrinkly Old Cock." "Don't let Wrinkly Old Cock rub up against your Ass!" warned Kricfalusi."
Happy happy, joy joy, indeed!
Japanese Fim Suggestions for David
This was taken from a conversastion that I had with David earlier today. I figure that since I'm sharing them with him, I should share it with everyone else. I should also note, that all of the films that I've suggested can be acquired at most good video stores. Rent 'em or buy 'em, they're all good, baby.
Audtion: I suggest Audition. To know nothing about the film is bliss. Rent it and sell it to your friends as a romance. *giggles*
Seijun Suzuki films: I recommend any of the yakuza movies by Seijun Suzuki. They're not overtly violent, but rather, they're incredible examples of style and class. His movies were filmed in two weeks and got him fired from the most prolific sudio in Japan because they were "out there". If you're going with Suzukie, I recommend either Youth of the Beast or Tokyo Drifter, as they're the more accessable of his films. Tokyo Drifter is artsty action, and if was there with you I'd gush about how good it is scene after seen. It has to be seen to be believed. Brilliant. If you want to go with a double bill, I suggest that you rent Branded to Kill followed by Ghost Dog. Scratch your head as you try to decipher the plot of Killer #2 and his fetish for boiled rice. Swoon as you meet his love interest who's presence causes rain. Be shocked when you watch Ghost Dog with it's blatant rips of some of the best scenes.
After-life: Do you want a movie that will make you comtemplate the meaning of life and what happens when you die? If that's the case, I suggest that you watch After-life. I like After-life because it forces us to look at our lives and asks us the question: "If we are to live one memory for eternity, which memory would it be"? Slow moving and slightly arty, it might be up your alley with your liberal friends.
Brother: This is probably treading your violence line a little bit, but I recommend Beat Takeshi's Brother. Brother his Takeshi's first American film since Johny Mnemonic and I assure you that it's ten times better than that. Whereas Jackie Chan's American films deal with Chan losing his Chinese identity for a more American one, Brother deals with a mobster kicked out of his gang after two warring factions combine into one. AS a result, he heads to America and becomes more Japanese than he did there. Fantastic performances by all the actors, especially Omar Epps. Although it's not my favorite Takeshi movie (that would be Fireworks), it's the one that I've seen more than any other. I have fond memories of watching the film. Dig Beat beating up punks and giving out lots of money.
This was taken from a conversastion that I had with David earlier today. I figure that since I'm sharing them with him, I should share it with everyone else. I should also note, that all of the films that I've suggested can be acquired at most good video stores. Rent 'em or buy 'em, they're all good, baby.
Audtion: I suggest Audition. To know nothing about the film is bliss. Rent it and sell it to your friends as a romance. *giggles*
Seijun Suzuki films: I recommend any of the yakuza movies by Seijun Suzuki. They're not overtly violent, but rather, they're incredible examples of style and class. His movies were filmed in two weeks and got him fired from the most prolific sudio in Japan because they were "out there". If you're going with Suzukie, I recommend either Youth of the Beast or Tokyo Drifter, as they're the more accessable of his films. Tokyo Drifter is artsty action, and if was there with you I'd gush about how good it is scene after seen. It has to be seen to be believed. Brilliant. If you want to go with a double bill, I suggest that you rent Branded to Kill followed by Ghost Dog. Scratch your head as you try to decipher the plot of Killer #2 and his fetish for boiled rice. Swoon as you meet his love interest who's presence causes rain. Be shocked when you watch Ghost Dog with it's blatant rips of some of the best scenes.
After-life: Do you want a movie that will make you comtemplate the meaning of life and what happens when you die? If that's the case, I suggest that you watch After-life. I like After-life because it forces us to look at our lives and asks us the question: "If we are to live one memory for eternity, which memory would it be"? Slow moving and slightly arty, it might be up your alley with your liberal friends.
Brother: This is probably treading your violence line a little bit, but I recommend Beat Takeshi's Brother. Brother his Takeshi's first American film since Johny Mnemonic and I assure you that it's ten times better than that. Whereas Jackie Chan's American films deal with Chan losing his Chinese identity for a more American one, Brother deals with a mobster kicked out of his gang after two warring factions combine into one. AS a result, he heads to America and becomes more Japanese than he did there. Fantastic performances by all the actors, especially Omar Epps. Although it's not my favorite Takeshi movie (that would be Fireworks), it's the one that I've seen more than any other. I have fond memories of watching the film. Dig Beat beating up punks and giving out lots of money.
Webjunk: Epitonic.com
Ever since Audiogalaxy died, I've been looking for a website that fills my musical needs. Although epitonic doesn't have the mp3 downloading capabilities of Audiogalaxy, it is a great way to sample new music that you wouldn't normally be able to on the radio. Basically, you select a musical artist that you dig, click on the streaming option and you get a radio station whose selection is similar to the artist. It's a good way to expand your musical palate and I've been listening to it all evening. Give it a whirl, why don't you?
Ever since Audiogalaxy died, I've been looking for a website that fills my musical needs. Although epitonic doesn't have the mp3 downloading capabilities of Audiogalaxy, it is a great way to sample new music that you wouldn't normally be able to on the radio. Basically, you select a musical artist that you dig, click on the streaming option and you get a radio station whose selection is similar to the artist. It's a good way to expand your musical palate and I've been listening to it all evening. Give it a whirl, why don't you?
Current input: Aural sex
The Beginning Stages of...- the Polyphonic Spree
Recommended by prolific British comic writer Warren Ellis, the Polyphonic Spree is a mix of the musical stylings of the Beach Boys and the High Llamas with the lyrical joy of the Flaming Lips and you get their music. Very upbeat music performed by a 10 person choir and a 13 peice band performed by men and women that would probably look best in place at a kool-aid sipping cult. Every track buzzes with bubble gum sweetness only marred by the last track which feels so out of place that it should be on another CD.
Musical samples: Soldier Girl
Reach for the Sun
Apparat Organ Quartet
Lately, Iceland has become my personal haven for intersting new music. In 2001 I was introduced to Sigur Ros, whose music I feel sounds either like whales swimming through the rings of Saturn or God crying on the moon. In 2002, I got into Mum, a minimalist electronica band. This year, thanks to Micah Wright, I've been introduced to the Apparat Organ Quartet, another fun electronica band. Like an efficient meme, their music weasels it's way into your head and stays there, allowing you to savour it long after you've finished.
Musical samples: Stereo Rock and Roll
I-Buffalo DaughterA little over last year, when I was moving form Victoria, the new Buffalo Daughter CD, I came out. As a result, listening to the CD reminds of all things moving, the cardboard boxes, empty rooms, eating out of the sink and the smell of the early morning rain in my driveway. Since I'm moving back home in the next week, I thought that it would be a good idea to bring out the CD again. Although it doesn't get nearly as much play as Cornelius' Fantasma, I packs quite a bit of ear candy, starting from a very subdued beginning to a bombastic third track that mixes electronica and hard rock.
Musical Samples: Five Minutes
The Beginning Stages of...- the Polyphonic Spree
Recommended by prolific British comic writer Warren Ellis, the Polyphonic Spree is a mix of the musical stylings of the Beach Boys and the High Llamas with the lyrical joy of the Flaming Lips and you get their music. Very upbeat music performed by a 10 person choir and a 13 peice band performed by men and women that would probably look best in place at a kool-aid sipping cult. Every track buzzes with bubble gum sweetness only marred by the last track which feels so out of place that it should be on another CD.
Musical samples: Soldier Girl
Reach for the Sun
Apparat Organ Quartet
Lately, Iceland has become my personal haven for intersting new music. In 2001 I was introduced to Sigur Ros, whose music I feel sounds either like whales swimming through the rings of Saturn or God crying on the moon. In 2002, I got into Mum, a minimalist electronica band. This year, thanks to Micah Wright, I've been introduced to the Apparat Organ Quartet, another fun electronica band. Like an efficient meme, their music weasels it's way into your head and stays there, allowing you to savour it long after you've finished.
Musical samples: Stereo Rock and Roll
I-Buffalo DaughterA little over last year, when I was moving form Victoria, the new Buffalo Daughter CD, I came out. As a result, listening to the CD reminds of all things moving, the cardboard boxes, empty rooms, eating out of the sink and the smell of the early morning rain in my driveway. Since I'm moving back home in the next week, I thought that it would be a good idea to bring out the CD again. Although it doesn't get nearly as much play as Cornelius' Fantasma, I packs quite a bit of ear candy, starting from a very subdued beginning to a bombastic third track that mixes electronica and hard rock.
Musical Samples: Five Minutes
Thursday, April 10, 2003
Doing the right thing
As mentioned earlier, a couple next door has been fighting for the last couple of days. This evening, it escalated to a point where I believed that there was a possibility for violence. The walls are pretty thin here and I could hear some slapping on some screaming, so on Mike's suggestion, I called the cops. They came after about 15 minutes and checked on the two. They stopped yelling and the cop called me back and said that they were "loud talkers and were fooling around". I'm not sure about you, but I don't consider being called a whore and being told to "fuck off" to be "fooling around". Hopefully she won't get hurt because of my intervention. Here's hoping.
As mentioned earlier, a couple next door has been fighting for the last couple of days. This evening, it escalated to a point where I believed that there was a possibility for violence. The walls are pretty thin here and I could hear some slapping on some screaming, so on Mike's suggestion, I called the cops. They came after about 15 minutes and checked on the two. They stopped yelling and the cop called me back and said that they were "loud talkers and were fooling around". I'm not sure about you, but I don't consider being called a whore and being told to "fuck off" to be "fooling around". Hopefully she won't get hurt because of my intervention. Here's hoping.
Wednesday, April 09, 2003
Tuesday, April 08, 2003
Overheard in my apartment building
Yesterday, for a good half hour, I listened to the moans of my female neighbour. She seemed to be enjoying herself.
Today, her boyfriend walked out on her. I think that the whole apartment heard the fight.
Asshole Boyfriend: "You ungrateful whore!"
Orgasm Girl: "What do you mean? (begins to scream) What do you mean?!?"
Asshole Boyfriend slams the door, several times: "Fuck you! Fuck you!"
Hours later, I can hear her screaming again. This time, no asshole boyfriend.
Yesterday, for a good half hour, I listened to the moans of my female neighbour. She seemed to be enjoying herself.
Today, her boyfriend walked out on her. I think that the whole apartment heard the fight.
Asshole Boyfriend: "You ungrateful whore!"
Orgasm Girl: "What do you mean? (begins to scream) What do you mean?!?"
Asshole Boyfriend slams the door, several times: "Fuck you! Fuck you!"
Hours later, I can hear her screaming again. This time, no asshole boyfriend.
Monday, April 07, 2003
Conversations with David: Pac-Man Fever
Rob: That's Stan Lee. I thought that it would cure you of your fever.. Sadly, it did not.
David: Why would that cure me of my fever? I mean, I am a "true believer", but still... No, what I've got is Pac-Man fever! I got a pocketful of quarters and I'm headed to the arcade... Pac Man is truly a metaphor for life.
Rob: Really? Explain.
Davíd: It's like we're running around through this big maze of life, constantly eating and running, eating and running, all the while our various fears are chasing at our heels until one day they catch up with us and - Bam! - It's game over.
Rob: But what about the power pellets? And the cherries?
David: Well the cherries (and oranges, apples, pretzels, keys, etc.) represent the extra bonus that we all chase after but, upon achieving it, realize that it doesn't contribute to our survival in any way. The power pellets represent those rare moments of clarity where he can confront our demons head on and triumph.
Rob: Even in your fever pitched sate, you continue you awe me.
Rob: That's Stan Lee. I thought that it would cure you of your fever.. Sadly, it did not.
David: Why would that cure me of my fever? I mean, I am a "true believer", but still... No, what I've got is Pac-Man fever! I got a pocketful of quarters and I'm headed to the arcade... Pac Man is truly a metaphor for life.
Rob: Really? Explain.
Davíd: It's like we're running around through this big maze of life, constantly eating and running, eating and running, all the while our various fears are chasing at our heels until one day they catch up with us and - Bam! - It's game over.
Rob: But what about the power pellets? And the cherries?
David: Well the cherries (and oranges, apples, pretzels, keys, etc.) represent the extra bonus that we all chase after but, upon achieving it, realize that it doesn't contribute to our survival in any way. The power pellets represent those rare moments of clarity where he can confront our demons head on and triumph.
Rob: Even in your fever pitched sate, you continue you awe me.
The National Review on Captain America
In 2002, Marvel responded to the horrors of 9/11 with Captain America: The New Deal, a series featuring a terrorist named Al-Tariq who’s determined to punish the U.S. for its reckless misdeeds. After taking hostages in a small town with a defense plant, the militant addresses Captain America through loudspeakers, demanding: “Tell our children then, American — Who sowed death in their field — and left it for the innocent to harvest? Who took their hands, their feet?” A horrified hostage mother turns with fury on her own husband and shrills: “This is how you feed our baby? With bombs? You make bombs?”
More in link
In 2002, Marvel responded to the horrors of 9/11 with Captain America: The New Deal, a series featuring a terrorist named Al-Tariq who’s determined to punish the U.S. for its reckless misdeeds. After taking hostages in a small town with a defense plant, the militant addresses Captain America through loudspeakers, demanding: “Tell our children then, American — Who sowed death in their field — and left it for the innocent to harvest? Who took their hands, their feet?” A horrified hostage mother turns with fury on her own husband and shrills: “This is how you feed our baby? With bombs? You make bombs?”
More in link
Sunday, April 06, 2003
Thursday, April 03, 2003
Wednesday, April 02, 2003
Dreams: Walkathon
Last night I had a dream Martin Scorceses had directed a musical. It had begun with complete darkness with all the singers and dancers having their backs faced to us. The camera makes a slow dolly when the main actor fills the frame, the lights go on. It's Christopher Walken and his eyes are dead and empty. And he begins to sing and dance, women twirling around him. It was creepy and yet, at the same time, absolutely thrilling.
Last night I had a dream Martin Scorceses had directed a musical. It had begun with complete darkness with all the singers and dancers having their backs faced to us. The camera makes a slow dolly when the main actor fills the frame, the lights go on. It's Christopher Walken and his eyes are dead and empty. And he begins to sing and dance, women twirling around him. It was creepy and yet, at the same time, absolutely thrilling.
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