“Heather Permitting” would be a good name for a band. Or if I was dating a girl named Heather and I wanted to go out with the boys to watch hockey down at the pub, I would say it. Or if I needed to jump through some shrubs. That is all. D&D tonight – must prepare.
Upon further consideration I think moving to Japan might be unrealistic. So – if I move to New Zealand, who wants to come with me?
I am still going to learn Japanese though.
Well I’m up and awake now, and strangely the banging and grinding that started at 9am this morning (for those who work 9-5, that would be the equivalent of 5am for you) has miraculously stopped. They’ll burn for this.
I got a crisp $5 bill in the mail and all I have to do is fill out a survey!
In my younger days, when I was more of a fanatic of H.R. Giger than I am now (although I still love his stuff) I used to think it would be cool to do up my apartment with resinous ridges like you would find in an alien hive. The rooms would have no corners (that way it would also be safe from hound of Tindalos attacks, as the diehard Lovecraftianist knows) and would be dark and eerie.
Failing that, it would be cool to have an apartment done up like the Nostromo’s interior, complete with cryogenic beds.
Third prize goes to this guy in the UK who has done his apartment up Star Trek: The Next Generation style. He’s selling it on ebay. It’s really quite something.
Here’s a quite long but very interesting recent New Yorker article about my favourite chain-smoking, Neil Diamond-appreciating squid specialist, Steve O’Shea http://www.newyorker.com/fact/content/?040524fa_fact1 thanks to Sid Swoorch.
And just for fun, if you ever wanted to see what trawling looks like, there are some videos here http://www.greenpeace.org/international_en/campaigns/intro?campaign_id=461050
You’ll have to scroll down a tiny bit. I had to download to my computer for the Real Media file.
An open letter to writers, directors & producers in the movie industry.
Before you release your movie, run it by me first. I’ll save you a lot of pain & heartache from critics by pointing out flubbs, goofs, technical errors, oversights, glaring omissions, plot holes and completely unrealistic bullshit before it ever sees the eyes of the public. And I work for cheap!
I went to three garage/yard sales today but at each address I found plenty of garages/yards but no sales of any kind. Being out in the sun made me want to do something phystical, so I called some people to see if they wanted to go hiking/biking. No takers as of yet. I’ll continue drawing and hoping.
I’ve been watching so many episodes of Batman the animated series (I’m making dubs for Theo) that I’ve been dreaming Batman dreams. I rented a Superfriends DVD from Rogers yesterday and they had the wrong DVD in the case. It made me realize that a great way to rip off Rogers – if you were into doing that sort of thing – would be to switch DVD discs in their cases, rent the thing, and then after you watch it, bring it back and complain that the wrong movie was in the case. They’d exchange discs and you’d be getting two movies for the price of one. That only works for 7-day rentals though.
I require evidence that Magellan actually gelled anything.
I went to Tinseltown today. I went quite early, and took my D&D books with me. I got butter chicken and a taro milkshake bubble tea and prepared for D&D for about an hour and a half. Then Janet showed up and I tried to explain how D&D works but not very successfully. Then we saw The Delicate Art of Parking and I got dizzy about halfway through because of the camera work. That’s the first time that’s ever happened. Apart from that I enjoyed it. I probably shouldn’t have been surprised when Peter New and Shannon Jardine had prominent roles, but I was. They probably told me about it ahead of time, but I don’t listen. One of Peter’s scenes got the biggest laugh of the film – well, from me anyway. On the bus ride back we discussed peeing.
Chris Woods art show The Magic Hour, Part 1 runs from Jun 3-26. The opening reception is June 3 at 6-8 at the Diane Farris Gallery. Don’t miss it!
Before I go to the Drexoll 24-hour game-a-thon on Friday night, I’m going to go to this crazy “57 Varieties” show at the Butchershop. …the second instalment of this (monthly?) “57 Varieties” show series at the Butchershop Floor! We only made it to 39 varieties of performance last time (even that courtesy of some somewhat shady tabulation) but with YOUR HELP (cf. your poems, short films, unamplified musical performance, dance, acrobatics, puppetry, Iron Chef competitive cooking, or some more esoteric specialty) we can make it to 57 varieties and thus fulfill the conditions of the ancient prophecy, bringing about the end times and a golden era of unprecedented prosperity for the 57,000 chosen ones in and around Vancouver’s arts community. Don’t miss this opportunity for a fun Friday night and life everlasting at no extra charge! (Crazy people indeed…) Doors at 8! Entrance by donation or bring something (unplugged or visual) to share!