Our lizard eyed Prime Minister expelled some poison from his venom sacks to the Canadian press corps this week. Suckling on the teat of the Republican party, our new government has decided that Canadian reporters have to sign a paper requesting the ability to question the PM instead of the traditional way of reporters asking in the order they arrive. Harper, whole being interviewed for a radiocast verbally shat on the press saying that they had a definate liberal bias.
"WE must change this so system so that the message gets out without filtration," he said, before unhinging his lower awy and inhaling a live pig. Undetered, the Canadian media shaved their testicals, shorn and waxed them and dangled them in heavy defiance by boycotting the PM's briefings. The CBC, wanting to address the issue, reaninmated decagenariain Helen Thomas long enough for her to comment on the situation.
"Thre press' job isn't to be well liked," her ghostly voiced coughed, "It's job is to antagonize power. If the prime minister odesn't like the question, he can't always say "no comment". A leader of a decomcrazy is answererable to the people and that's what we do." After the program, she once again returned to her grave beneath the Washington monument.
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Sunday, May 28, 2006
the Unhealthy X-Men
After the near record breaking opening weekend of X-Men 3:the Last Stand, I have no doubt in my homo sapien brain that Brett Ratner is furiously masturbating on a pile of hundred dollar bills while Jackie Chan fists him with Wolverine claws. Cash, semen and KY Jelly, this is the smell of Hollywood sucess.
X-Men 3: the Last Stand? More like I can't stand this shit. Instead of the movie being a metaphor for how oppressed gays, blacks, jews are, they've turned the flick into a typical Hollywood actioner. After noted homosexualist Bryan Singer left to do Superman, the powers that be decided to choose Wolverine cosplayer Brett Ratner to direct tge movie. Have you ever wanted to see a movie where Colin Powell leaves president, dresses up like a leather daddy and rips people apart? That's what you'll get when you see Kelsey Grammar as Hank McCoy. The more I think about it, the more Beast sounds like John Macain. Lets vote Republican in 2008.
Do you like Hugh Jackman's nipples? In X-Men 3, they're as hard as adamantium. There was a scene in the movie where my sexuality was questioned where he used his totally masculine areolas to carve Jean Grey a statue out of clay. Art sooths the dark Pheonix. Glorious Canadian art.
There's this guy called Bobby Drake in this movie. He's quite skilled at looking slightly confused. Wouldn't you be confused when your love interest who is 19 looks like she barely entered puberty? X-fans, you my masturbate without guilt when you see Kitty Pride in her leather suit. I digress. Bobboy Drake's alias is Iceman and yet he's not allowed to fly the plane. Does this make sense in the post Top Gun world. The answer is a sad shake of the head.
How gay is Ian Mackellen in the new X-flick? Not as gay as he was in X2. Although both he and Professor X argue like old lovers when they meet Jean Grey at the beginning of the movie, there's no super queer moments like him giggling like a school girl and lisping to Rogue, "I love what you've done with your hair." Bring back Fagneto.
The Juggernaut. He's unstoppable until stopped by Shadowcat. And did we need to change him from a black pimp into a lovable cockney footballer?
"Oi oi! I'm the Juggernaut, you twat! Me bollocks are so large!"
X-Men 3: the Last Stand? More like I can't stand this shit. Instead of the movie being a metaphor for how oppressed gays, blacks, jews are, they've turned the flick into a typical Hollywood actioner. After noted homosexualist Bryan Singer left to do Superman, the powers that be decided to choose Wolverine cosplayer Brett Ratner to direct tge movie. Have you ever wanted to see a movie where Colin Powell leaves president, dresses up like a leather daddy and rips people apart? That's what you'll get when you see Kelsey Grammar as Hank McCoy. The more I think about it, the more Beast sounds like John Macain. Lets vote Republican in 2008.
Do you like Hugh Jackman's nipples? In X-Men 3, they're as hard as adamantium. There was a scene in the movie where my sexuality was questioned where he used his totally masculine areolas to carve Jean Grey a statue out of clay. Art sooths the dark Pheonix. Glorious Canadian art.
There's this guy called Bobby Drake in this movie. He's quite skilled at looking slightly confused. Wouldn't you be confused when your love interest who is 19 looks like she barely entered puberty? X-fans, you my masturbate without guilt when you see Kitty Pride in her leather suit. I digress. Bobboy Drake's alias is Iceman and yet he's not allowed to fly the plane. Does this make sense in the post Top Gun world. The answer is a sad shake of the head.
How gay is Ian Mackellen in the new X-flick? Not as gay as he was in X2. Although both he and Professor X argue like old lovers when they meet Jean Grey at the beginning of the movie, there's no super queer moments like him giggling like a school girl and lisping to Rogue, "I love what you've done with your hair." Bring back Fagneto.
The Juggernaut. He's unstoppable until stopped by Shadowcat. And did we need to change him from a black pimp into a lovable cockney footballer?
"Oi oi! I'm the Juggernaut, you twat! Me bollocks are so large!"
Friday, May 26, 2006
The circle of knives
It's 3:11 and I can't sleep thanks to the miracle of life. My dad, feeling his biological clock ticking for the fourth time has decided to birth chickens again. This is how the process works. You get a bunch of fertilized eggs from the coop, this time, forty, put them in an incubator, monitor the temperature and wait for nature to work its magic. The downside is that incubators are cold mercless machines, cold merciless machines incapable of love. This lack of love is responsible for killing off many an egg. Out of the batch of 40 eggs, only 16 of them developed into fetuses, or whatever you call half formed chicks. The rest: breakfast.
Have you ever made eggs and toast and had a little bit of blood in your egg? Imagine doing that, but cracking the egg and having a dead psuedo chicken come out. IT's the best of both worlds, really. You get the runny flavour of an egg plus the delicious texture of a chicken. Advantage of these chickens: small bones! You just bite into their small bodies with a satisfying crunch. Also: the eyes aren't fully formed, so you don't have to pull them out. Bonus: chickenbrains! Oh yeah!
But I digress. Just like most men, the little pecker is up bright and early. Right now I can hear it's amazing struggle trying to break it's way out of the egg. Its kempf has been going on since 10 last night and I wouldn't be suprised it it continues until 10 this morning. But my sleep, like Andy Serkis' cock ring, is precious and I need it as a porn star needs it. Why can't chickens be scientologists? For the love that is all thetan, why?
Have you ever made eggs and toast and had a little bit of blood in your egg? Imagine doing that, but cracking the egg and having a dead psuedo chicken come out. IT's the best of both worlds, really. You get the runny flavour of an egg plus the delicious texture of a chicken. Advantage of these chickens: small bones! You just bite into their small bodies with a satisfying crunch. Also: the eyes aren't fully formed, so you don't have to pull them out. Bonus: chickenbrains! Oh yeah!
But I digress. Just like most men, the little pecker is up bright and early. Right now I can hear it's amazing struggle trying to break it's way out of the egg. Its kempf has been going on since 10 last night and I wouldn't be suprised it it continues until 10 this morning. But my sleep, like Andy Serkis' cock ring, is precious and I need it as a porn star needs it. Why can't chickens be scientologists? For the love that is all thetan, why?
Friday, May 19, 2006
The Da Vinci Load of Shit
My brother Simon and his Itallian girlfriend, Illainia, both ardent Catholics are going to join with the local chapter of the Catholic League to protest the premier of the DaVinci Code this evening. The Catholic Church is worried that the message of the film with create more instability within the church and its followers. Being a Catholic, I'm privy to some of the reasons why we should avoid the film on theocratic grounds.
-The film postulates that Da Vinci would ejaculate into his inks and used the tainted art material to create his finest works. Many men who see DaVinci's works, such as the Mona Lisa have felt compelled to engage in various homosexual acts because of this. No doubt a method for Da Vinci to create more homosexualists.
-Acording to the film and the book, if you move up up, then down down then left right, left right, then hit the B Button and then the A button before pressing start, you'll be granted 30 lives. This is in direct contrast witht the Catholic Church that says that we have only one life and can "continue" into the next through acceptance of Jesus Christ, our savior, who died on the cross for our sins.
-The film suggests that the earth rotates around the sun. This is preposterous. The truth is that the sun and the stars revolve around the earth. Another scientific note is that lava comes from hell and that eruptions happen when there's an overcrowding in Hell. AFter the release of the book, there has been more eruptions than ever recorded in human history. It's quite possible that the release of the film might cause the Rockies to return to their volcanic state in the next 30 years as viewers of the film begin to die off.
-The film postulates that Da Vinci would ejaculate into his inks and used the tainted art material to create his finest works. Many men who see DaVinci's works, such as the Mona Lisa have felt compelled to engage in various homosexual acts because of this. No doubt a method for Da Vinci to create more homosexualists.
-Acording to the film and the book, if you move up up, then down down then left right, left right, then hit the B Button and then the A button before pressing start, you'll be granted 30 lives. This is in direct contrast witht the Catholic Church that says that we have only one life and can "continue" into the next through acceptance of Jesus Christ, our savior, who died on the cross for our sins.
-The film suggests that the earth rotates around the sun. This is preposterous. The truth is that the sun and the stars revolve around the earth. Another scientific note is that lava comes from hell and that eruptions happen when there's an overcrowding in Hell. AFter the release of the book, there has been more eruptions than ever recorded in human history. It's quite possible that the release of the film might cause the Rockies to return to their volcanic state in the next 30 years as viewers of the film begin to die off.
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Mighty Joe Young
I've been sent to the bush with the brothers Gladyz for the last three weeks. Tim every day; Joesph, Mondays
Wednesdays and Fridays. Sweating's not bad, my face drips with filth like an ugly icecream cone by the end of the
day. When Joe Gladyz sweats, he smells like old fruit and oil. It's rancid. He doesn't expire liquid, he expells
muck. Tim takes it in stride and so, in the efforts on making our well lubricated work machine run smooth, I've
ignored Joe's problem. That's until he stopped going to work. his brother Tim told me that Joe's been progressively getting worse. For the last couple of weeks, his stomach has started to bloat, distending
to strange proportions. The way that he describes it, when he's naked, Joe looks like a starving African child, except, you know, white. Joe went to the hospital earlier and it turns out that there was a hole in his stomach. That bloating and the smell were caused, from what I understand, from rotting food stuck in the area between the food sack and his skin. The situation is so dire that he's going to have to get a stomache transplant, an incredibly rare procedure. Tim and I have been crossing our fingers for a fatality in the next couple of days so that Joe can get back into the work force. Failing that, Joe'll have to be sent off to Calgary where U of C students have been working on transplanting cow stomaches to human ones. No one is sure if the operation will be sucessfull, but you have to try somewhere. Willful ignorance only gets you so far
Wednesdays and Fridays. Sweating's not bad, my face drips with filth like an ugly icecream cone by the end of the
day. When Joe Gladyz sweats, he smells like old fruit and oil. It's rancid. He doesn't expire liquid, he expells
muck. Tim takes it in stride and so, in the efforts on making our well lubricated work machine run smooth, I've
ignored Joe's problem. That's until he stopped going to work. his brother Tim told me that Joe's been progressively getting worse. For the last couple of weeks, his stomach has started to bloat, distending
to strange proportions. The way that he describes it, when he's naked, Joe looks like a starving African child, except, you know, white. Joe went to the hospital earlier and it turns out that there was a hole in his stomach. That bloating and the smell were caused, from what I understand, from rotting food stuck in the area between the food sack and his skin. The situation is so dire that he's going to have to get a stomache transplant, an incredibly rare procedure. Tim and I have been crossing our fingers for a fatality in the next couple of days so that Joe can get back into the work force. Failing that, Joe'll have to be sent off to Calgary where U of C students have been working on transplanting cow stomaches to human ones. No one is sure if the operation will be sucessfull, but you have to try somewhere. Willful ignorance only gets you so far
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Google notebook
When I first heard about Google Notebook, everyone speculated that it would be google's answer to del.icio.us albeit with a quicker search function. With the program's release yesterday, I found out that assesment is partially true. Like del.icio.us, you can bookmark pages and allow them to be searched online using user made taxonomies (bet you haven't heard that word thrown around that often. Horrah for Web 2.0 and New Slang), however it lacks the non-hierarcal structure of classifiying info, or in del.cio.us' case, tags which makes del.icio.us so appealing. I find google's decision not to do that to be a tad boggling since gmail's label system is so useful. On the other hand, google notebook is much more friendly when it comes to reseach. Notebook allows you to add tremendous amounts of notes to a topic that you're working on without having to link the information to a website. Also, notebook allows you to add a much larger description of the site, or note, than del.cio.us. I find del.icio.us to be pretty limited because often I find that I want just a snippet of the website quoted in the description field and it's often too large and gets cut off. Notebook allows you to bookmark images and shows them when you go to your notebook's page, something that I wish that del.icious would do. If google allows the ability to add multiple tags to each website as well storing the page's website, like Furl does, it'll be a del.icio.us killer. Until then, I'll be using del.icio.us for bookmarking and most likely be using notebook for heavy research.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
BrassEye on youtube
Thanks to youtube's lax enforcement of copyright laws, you can check out the ultra controversial pedophile episode of BrassEye. What's BrassEye? It's a politcal satire in the same vein as the Daily Show mixed with celebrity interviews that predated Ali G. The humour is as black as coal, but you can't help but to laugh at the audacity of the stuff that they pulled off. Anyhow, check it out and see what you think.
Part 1
Part 2
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Part 1
Part 2
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Monday, February 13, 2006
Weirdness with T.Rex
T.rex has infected everything. A couple of weeks ago, Mike sends me the Breakfast on Pluto trailer, which makes the little girl inside me shriek because Cillian Murphy (aka Killian Murphy if you've seen Red Eye) runs around in a tress, but it makes the man inside me growl because of the trailer music. Crunchy guitars, sexy violins, men sound like bats' screaching falseto. Children of the Revolution by T.Rex. The music tongues my ear hole and it turns me on. So I go searching for glam rock. The results, like some weird shit by ELO turns my interest flaccid. But T.Rex is still gold. Whoosh! It's the present and I'm reading the Engine and Matt Fraction says that the new Flaming Lips albums sounds like T.Rex. I figure that the album is released and I check out their website. No dice, it's coming out in April. They do tack about the album and said that they were inspired by Devendra Banhart. I check that out, only to find that one of his albums was inspired by T.Rez. Odd how things went full circle.
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Monday, October 17, 2005
An amusing story about Danny/Denny, pussy fucker
I told this story to Miwako and Mike a while back, but since I've lacked content here for the last week plus, I figured that I'd retell this thrilling story of weirdness and shame.
When I went back for Thanksgiving, Danny/Denny and his girlfriend, Jill picked up a kitten to bring back to Danny/Denny's place here in PG. As of yet, they haven't named it yet (I suggested Lightbulb). Last night, they
both came over to visit Anson. Danny/Denny asked Anson if he could give him some condoms, for obvious reasons. Anson gives him three. To this, Danny/Denny says "This will do for the night." Jill, hearing
this, tells Anson that the condoms are for the kitten. The fucking kitten. I'm not sure if she's either ashamed of their sex life or they have unspeakable plans for the kitten.
When I went back for Thanksgiving, Danny/Denny and his girlfriend, Jill picked up a kitten to bring back to Danny/Denny's place here in PG. As of yet, they haven't named it yet (I suggested Lightbulb). Last night, they
both came over to visit Anson. Danny/Denny asked Anson if he could give him some condoms, for obvious reasons. Anson gives him three. To this, Danny/Denny says "This will do for the night." Jill, hearing
this, tells Anson that the condoms are for the kitten. The fucking kitten. I'm not sure if she's either ashamed of their sex life or they have unspeakable plans for the kitten.
Friday, October 07, 2005
Italian zeitgeist and Fell
Ho ho ho! MKZ has once again captured the attention of Italian smut lovers. This pleases me greatly.
I haven't picked up any of Warren Ellis' work since he was signed his exclusivity deal with DC a couple of years ago. Sure, the first couple issues of the Global Frequency were ace, but it quickly petered off until they got to the Japanese and Hyper Violence issues. His other stuff was a mixed bag. I wasn't exactly fond of MEK or Reload and I missed out on Red, which supposedly retreads everything that Reload did, but with a man instead. His Marvel output hasn't been exactly fantastic either, if you forgive the oblique pun. Now, it seems that Ellis has exited the valley of shit material and is on his way up to producing good material. This brings me to Fell. Normally, I pick up Ellis' stuff in trades, as they look nicer on my shelf and they tend to flow a lot better. Fell, on the other hand, is the anti-thesis of Ellis' other work. Instead of being an ongoing story like Transmet or Desolation Jones (which looks super ace), each issue is a stand alone packed to the gills with dense goodness. Best yet, Fell is extremely afordable, costing you a fistful of change. With the extra material in the back, it seems to me that you're getting a better bang for your buck than most comics out there. Pricing comics like this would definately make me pick up more monthlies than I do (which is none, currently).
I haven't picked up any of Warren Ellis' work since he was signed his exclusivity deal with DC a couple of years ago. Sure, the first couple issues of the Global Frequency were ace, but it quickly petered off until they got to the Japanese and Hyper Violence issues. His other stuff was a mixed bag. I wasn't exactly fond of MEK or Reload and I missed out on Red, which supposedly retreads everything that Reload did, but with a man instead. His Marvel output hasn't been exactly fantastic either, if you forgive the oblique pun. Now, it seems that Ellis has exited the valley of shit material and is on his way up to producing good material. This brings me to Fell. Normally, I pick up Ellis' stuff in trades, as they look nicer on my shelf and they tend to flow a lot better. Fell, on the other hand, is the anti-thesis of Ellis' other work. Instead of being an ongoing story like Transmet or Desolation Jones (which looks super ace), each issue is a stand alone packed to the gills with dense goodness. Best yet, Fell is extremely afordable, costing you a fistful of change. With the extra material in the back, it seems to me that you're getting a better bang for your buck than most comics out there. Pricing comics like this would definately make me pick up more monthlies than I do (which is none, currently).
Thursday, October 06, 2005
I am not dying, thank God!
First thing's first. I talked to the doctor yesterday and he said that I have restless leg syndrom. After a conversation with my mom today I found out that she has it too. Sounds like spasmatic legs run in the family.
As I am leaving for FSJ this weekend for Thanksgiving, I'm gearing up with a lot of music for the ride there. Thanks to the heavy layer of trees in the pinepass, the radio is dead for 90% of the ride. Thankfully, I have one of those things that plugs into your tape deck allowing you to hook it up to any portable music device. Armed with soulseek, I'm downloading lots of tunes for the drive. On tap first will be the Pixies concert live from the Commdore Ballroom in Vancouver last year. Listening to the first couple of track I've decided that this is probably the best recording of a concert *ever*. The energy that flows between the Pixies and the crowd is electrifying. The crowd's bellowed sing along mates well with Frank Black's squeals. This surpasses my recording of the Flaming Lips in concert ten fold.
I'm also working on getting music by Radio Birdman, a punk band from Australlia from the mid 70s. If you haven't had a chance to listen to them, give them a shot. They have a crunchy guitar punk sound that's blended with a Hawaiian surfabilly twang. They're fairly obscure, but definately worth checking out
As I am leaving for FSJ this weekend for Thanksgiving, I'm gearing up with a lot of music for the ride there. Thanks to the heavy layer of trees in the pinepass, the radio is dead for 90% of the ride. Thankfully, I have one of those things that plugs into your tape deck allowing you to hook it up to any portable music device. Armed with soulseek, I'm downloading lots of tunes for the drive. On tap first will be the Pixies concert live from the Commdore Ballroom in Vancouver last year. Listening to the first couple of track I've decided that this is probably the best recording of a concert *ever*. The energy that flows between the Pixies and the crowd is electrifying. The crowd's bellowed sing along mates well with Frank Black's squeals. This surpasses my recording of the Flaming Lips in concert ten fold.
I'm also working on getting music by Radio Birdman, a punk band from Australlia from the mid 70s. If you haven't had a chance to listen to them, give them a shot. They have a crunchy guitar punk sound that's blended with a Hawaiian surfabilly twang. They're fairly obscure, but definately worth checking out
Saturday, October 01, 2005
Rob's twitch
I don't often write about my health because it really hasn't been much of an issue to me in the past. Sure, I still have troubles moving my middle finger on my right hand and I have Christmas toe on my left foot due to tree planting, but besides that, I'm in okay shape. Lately, that's changed. For the last couple of months I've noticed that my body has developed some pretty bad vicious twitches/spasm when it's at rest. For example, when I'm in bed, trying to sleep, I'll feet a sharp poke on my body and another part of my body will twitch or spasm. It's not so that I can't sleep, but it's starting to affect my peace of mind. I've had minor twitches for the last three years. When I worked at the Lido theater in FSJ I'd have occational face twitches, but they didn't happen in the places that it does now nor with the frequency. One of the people that I worked with said that I might have Torrettes. Hah hah hah. My ex-girlfriend Pearl, who is training to be a nurse says that she doesn't know much about what couple be happening to me. She said that it could be neurological, but I'd have to talk to a doctor to make sure. Anyhow, sinceI'm relatively new to Prince George, I'm going to have to find a family doctor as the walk in clinic nearby isn't very good. I went there a couple of times to help out Anson and his friends and the doctor's diagnosis has always been quick and I I've felt that they didn't give patients enough time to talk about their symptoms, et cetra. I suppose this is due to the crumbling medical system here in Canada.
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Booyeah! Lifehacker gives props to me!
My younger brother Christopher has been having some troubles with XP lately and has assigned me the task to find him some replacement software. Finding it pretty much impossible to find information from my regular sources, I decided to contact my favourite productivity and webjunk website, lifehacker for advice. And, lo!, they gave me a hand up and gave me a shout out. Looks like my addiction to productivity porn has finally paid off.
Letters from Japan
For the last two days I've received a lot of email from my two good Japanese friends, Miwako and Kazuko. Kazuko's email was the first one that I received since I went to PG, no doubt because I didn't get her email address until a couple of weeks ago from Miwako. For those of you who are keeping score at home, Kazuko was one of the girls that Anson had a mad crush on while we were living in FSJ. Thanks to Anson's machinations, he managed to convince she, Miwako and myself to take a trip to Van so that he could work his mojo on her and make her love him forever. It didn't work and they've barely spoken since. That said, the friendship between she and wasn't affected and we've been pretty decent friends ever since. Anyhow, she wrote me this pretty sizable email that pretty much ends with her asking me if I still like Miwako, saying that's the reason that she wrote the email in the first place. Gotta love how indirect Japanese women are.
Miwako sent me some pictures last night which I'd like to post up here, but I have to get her permission. It's of her and her friend riding camels in the Japanese desert. When I got over the surprise that the Japanese desert looks like a desert desert, my interest was piqued by the camels themselves. They were wearing little SARS masks. I'm guessing that they wear them to prevent sand from getting into their lungs, but they look pretty unreal.
Miwako sent me some pictures last night which I'd like to post up here, but I have to get her permission. It's of her and her friend riding camels in the Japanese desert. When I got over the surprise that the Japanese desert looks like a desert desert, my interest was piqued by the camels themselves. They were wearing little SARS masks. I'm guessing that they wear them to prevent sand from getting into their lungs, but they look pretty unreal.
Monday, September 26, 2005
Danny/Denny boy
Quelle surprise! I just woke up to take a piss and who did I find playing San Andreas in the living room? It's Anson's boyfriend! Staying over for a record breaking three nights. Last night Anson told me, as Danny/Denny's English is pretty piss poor, that Danny/Denny wants to take me out for supper sometime next month. Any place, my choice. Should I milk the cow, and go for a hardcore expensive meal? Or should I expand my tastes and go all Ong Bak on the new Thai restaurant and check that out. Choices!
I have decided to give VIFF this year this consideration. The Korean film line up feels awefully tempting and I really didn't have much of a vacation this summer with all the treeplanting and other work that I did this summer. The only thing that's standing in the way of my trip is the price of gas. I've decided that if I'm to go, I'll have to convince Anson to come with me so that I can split gas prices and so far he's not willing to budge. That said, the CNC has a great film program going. The Cinema CNC is starting up early next month with Murderball to premier the season followed somewhere along the line with Wong Kar Wai's 2046. I'm not the biggest fan of Wai, but I do dig his asthetic and he makes Chinese women look *very* beautiful.
Now that the Hype Machine is down, does anyone have any recommendations for any blog databases where I can get new tunes from?
I have decided to give VIFF this year this consideration. The Korean film line up feels awefully tempting and I really didn't have much of a vacation this summer with all the treeplanting and other work that I did this summer. The only thing that's standing in the way of my trip is the price of gas. I've decided that if I'm to go, I'll have to convince Anson to come with me so that I can split gas prices and so far he's not willing to budge. That said, the CNC has a great film program going. The Cinema CNC is starting up early next month with Murderball to premier the season followed somewhere along the line with Wong Kar Wai's 2046. I'm not the biggest fan of Wai, but I do dig his asthetic and he makes Chinese women look *very* beautiful.
Now that the Hype Machine is down, does anyone have any recommendations for any blog databases where I can get new tunes from?
Sunday, September 25, 2005
New look (sorta) for MKZ and RoBlog
Remember how a couple of days ago I mentioned that I was going to overhaul MKZ? Those with eagle eyes will notice that I didn't do anything of the sort. I spent a good portion of this morning working on a template for it but after a quick chat with Stephen it was decided that it looked too similar to this blog. Thus, the search for a new template continues. That said, I decided to bite the bullet and add a favicon to both RoBlog and MKZ. Since MKZ doesn't have have a real logo (Mike, you gotta design one, man!) I opted for Brian Peppers. I used a toast icon for this one sinc eI couldn't find anything cool, although I might opt for a dada-ist action figure or something along those lines. Any suggestions?
Who needs sleep?
It's loud in Prince George this evening and I can't sleep. In the other room, Anson is making loud noises. Either he's arguing with someone over Skype or he's playing Counterstrike. Black noise snaking into my bedroom. Meanwhile, outside in the city, a cacophony street races blare through my window. Tagged throughout the city with sketchy graffiti is "4:20 racing". This is what I've dubbed these early morning road battles, the 4:20 races. You never see the cars, but you hear the tires squeal like bats. The end of the races are punctuated by police sirens or the chimes of broken glass and corkscrew metal. I can think of better late night lullabyes.
Friday, September 23, 2005
What's on tap for today?
Here's today's plan.
-Go out for breakfast buffet with Anson
The college is throwing a big breakfast buffet for 6.75. If tree planting has taught me anything, it's that a big breakfast is the best thing in the whole entire world. A good meal of eggs, sausage and fruit trumps store bought bread and jam every morning and lives you filled for a whole lot longer. Hopefully Anson can drag his ass out of bed so that we don't miss the sausages. Move, man, man!
-Watch the Corpse Bride
This isn't a *must* see, but I'm a sucker for Tim Burton produced stop motion stuff. The animation was so smooth when I saw it for the first time I was convinced that it was CGI. That's a high compliment,
-Get a gym membership
It's highly doubtful that I'll get one today, but I should really get one. For the last couple of days I've been feeling nostalgic for tree planting. It's not because I miss the work. Hell, my toes and still numb and my finger still fucks up in the morning. I'm missing the adrenalin rush that comes from working my body to its fullest. Right now my life is pretty sedentary and I'm gaining weight. It would be nice to be able to keep the pants that I have and not have to go up a size higher, if I can help it. I'm thinking that if I do go to the gym, I'm going to have to do it alone. Going with Anson last year was okay, but wasn't the greatest. I felt that I was going there more for his benefit than mine (which is true). If tree planting taught me anything this summer it's that I *can* get into shape and I'm stronger than I thought. I'm thankful for the experience because of that.
-Redesign Moon Karma Zero
Looking over MKZ yesterday, I had an epiphany: the site's incredibly ugly. I'm not sure if this is the case, but I'm almost positive that there hasn't been a site redesign since it's inception. Right now, as I look at it, it's pretty gaudy and bloated. What I'd like to do is stream line it a bit and get rid of all the wasted space. My biggest gripe about the blogger templates is that most of them have inelegant design. If you look at the design of MKZ, you'll notice that there's a *lot* of wasted space there. Left and right of the content and links is an ugly gap of empty space. Space like that should be utilized so that pictures aren't squeezed and so that we can put more content there. And thanks to my love of technology, the blog doesn't have a uniform look for posts. This morning, I decided to go back to the old method of tagging posts so that there isn't as much of a visual dissonance that there is right now. Assuming that my code fu is strong enough, I'd really like to make the design bottom heavy which I think is an incredibly efficient use of frames. And you know me, I love streamlined efficiency when it comes to web design.
-Get a new mouse
This will be my third computer related purchase at Future Shop this month. It's getting out of hand, frankly.
-Go out for breakfast buffet with Anson
The college is throwing a big breakfast buffet for 6.75. If tree planting has taught me anything, it's that a big breakfast is the best thing in the whole entire world. A good meal of eggs, sausage and fruit trumps store bought bread and jam every morning and lives you filled for a whole lot longer. Hopefully Anson can drag his ass out of bed so that we don't miss the sausages. Move, man, man!
-Watch the Corpse Bride
This isn't a *must* see, but I'm a sucker for Tim Burton produced stop motion stuff. The animation was so smooth when I saw it for the first time I was convinced that it was CGI. That's a high compliment,
-Get a gym membership
It's highly doubtful that I'll get one today, but I should really get one. For the last couple of days I've been feeling nostalgic for tree planting. It's not because I miss the work. Hell, my toes and still numb and my finger still fucks up in the morning. I'm missing the adrenalin rush that comes from working my body to its fullest. Right now my life is pretty sedentary and I'm gaining weight. It would be nice to be able to keep the pants that I have and not have to go up a size higher, if I can help it. I'm thinking that if I do go to the gym, I'm going to have to do it alone. Going with Anson last year was okay, but wasn't the greatest. I felt that I was going there more for his benefit than mine (which is true). If tree planting taught me anything this summer it's that I *can* get into shape and I'm stronger than I thought. I'm thankful for the experience because of that.
-Redesign Moon Karma Zero
Looking over MKZ yesterday, I had an epiphany: the site's incredibly ugly. I'm not sure if this is the case, but I'm almost positive that there hasn't been a site redesign since it's inception. Right now, as I look at it, it's pretty gaudy and bloated. What I'd like to do is stream line it a bit and get rid of all the wasted space. My biggest gripe about the blogger templates is that most of them have inelegant design. If you look at the design of MKZ, you'll notice that there's a *lot* of wasted space there. Left and right of the content and links is an ugly gap of empty space. Space like that should be utilized so that pictures aren't squeezed and so that we can put more content there. And thanks to my love of technology, the blog doesn't have a uniform look for posts. This morning, I decided to go back to the old method of tagging posts so that there isn't as much of a visual dissonance that there is right now. Assuming that my code fu is strong enough, I'd really like to make the design bottom heavy which I think is an incredibly efficient use of frames. And you know me, I love streamlined efficiency when it comes to web design.
-Get a new mouse
This will be my third computer related purchase at Future Shop this month. It's getting out of hand, frankly.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
the V Reviews Final Fantasy: Advent Children
The V Forum is an old WEF satelite known for its snark. It's incredibly witty and takes the piss pretty much out of everything. Their review of Final Fantasy: Advent Children is more gold from them. The review, in its entirety:
Don't bother watching Advent Asshat, btw - it's like a cutscene from the game, only with worse plot, you cant skip through it, and you can't vent your rage at having to watch it by using Omnislash on a level 1 bad guy.
Seriously, about 10 minutes in, I had my very own 'limit break'.
Goooooood morning, Prince George!
Normally when I wake up in the morning, there's usually no traces of Anson's shenanigans from the previous evening. Chances are that he's up until 4:30 or so playing Counterstrike which leaves him too weak with "stomach flu" (which happens more often than I can count) and I don't see him until he gets back from school in the evening. This year he's remarkably more sedate than last. I have yet to be woken up to him yelling "What da fuck!"
after being sniped by a clever player. I count this as a good thing. Back to the story. This morning I woke up to find a sheet of his homework quietly placed on my desk for my perusal. How he managed to knock on my door, find out that I was asleep, open and place it on my desk without me waking up will be a mystery to my dying days (or until lunch). On my way to make breakfast, I found out that his buddy Denny OR Danny was sleeping on the couch, no doubt tired out from playing San Andreas and drinking my beer until the wee hours. It's the future, and Chinese people are everywhere.
The internet likes me better when I wake up. My Go! Team mailing list has sent me some new music, the live version of their performance of Ladyflash live from Toronto, Mike wrote a new comic and I found out that you can buy disposable underware. Oh, and busty Japanese women too. Can't forget about that. Oh no.
after being sniped by a clever player. I count this as a good thing. Back to the story. This morning I woke up to find a sheet of his homework quietly placed on my desk for my perusal. How he managed to knock on my door, find out that I was asleep, open and place it on my desk without me waking up will be a mystery to my dying days (or until lunch). On my way to make breakfast, I found out that his buddy Denny OR Danny was sleeping on the couch, no doubt tired out from playing San Andreas and drinking my beer until the wee hours. It's the future, and Chinese people are everywhere.
The internet likes me better when I wake up. My Go! Team mailing list has sent me some new music, the live version of their performance of Ladyflash live from Toronto, Mike wrote a new comic and I found out that you can buy disposable underware. Oh, and busty Japanese women too. Can't forget about that. Oh no.
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