Now here’s something I am looking forward to — a new barbarian cartoon coming to Adult Swim!
And it looks like more than the poorly animated do-overs of old Hanna Barbara properties.
Now here’s something I am looking forward to — a new barbarian cartoon coming to Adult Swim!
And it looks like more than the poorly animated do-overs of old Hanna Barbara properties.
Joe lended me (yeah, I said lended) the complete first season of the new Doctor Who (Christopher Eccleson), which I am now going to talk about. I like Doctor Who. My favourite doctor is probably the first one. I don’t know why. It’s probably not rational. I remember watching them very early in the morning when I was…probably late teens. I also remember seeing the lighthouse one with Tom Baker like three times, which given that at the time I’d probably seen about a dozen episodes altogether is weird.
Anyhoo.
Certainly the new series (I haven’t seen any with David Tennant) is pretty good. Not great. Better than what I could do. Very few episodes have really engaged me. The writing is peppered with good ideas but is often sloppy. I could give examples but you probably don’t care. I like Eccleson’s performance well enough. I don’t care for Rose or any of the other regulars. I understand why they made most stories only an hour but I liked the old seasons where the stories were spread out over 5 half hour episodes. I like time travel stories, but unfortunately Doctor Who doesn’t deal very often with the paradoxes that are, to me, the interesting bits of time travel stories. The one where Rose saved her dad was closest to the kind of time travel stories I like, but it was so washed out and off kilter that it didn’t thrill me. Doctor Who can sometimes be like Harry Potter and Star Trek. You are often presented with a puzzle but there is no way you the viewer can figure it all out because the solution is in fantastic technobabble that only the writer is familiar with. I am thinking of the first Captain Jack episode with the nanoids. Sure, you may have made the connection between the little boy and the nanoids (I did juuuuust before they revealed it), but the explanation about the boy talking through speakers was explained with some throwaway make-em-ups at the end of the episode. Sloppy.
However, I am now watching the one where they go back to the present and capture the last slitheen who is mayor of Cardiff–it is probably my favourite episode (close in rank to the one with the ‘last dalek’) to take her back to her planet where she’ll be executed. I haven’t finished it yet so they could still ruin it, but the whole bit with the moral dilemma and the dialogue with the alien and the doctor over dinner in a restaurant is well done and very engaging. I love epic sci fi, but I’m glad the writers took time to explore the characters that was more than “I’m the doctor and I am wise but I’m threatened by anyone that Rose likes” or “I’m Rose and why doesn’t the universe work the way I think it should and also I don’t like responsibility.” I want to see more of the characters sitting down and talking so that when they’re running away from monsters I actually care whether or not they get away. So here’s hoping for more good episodes.
“A 23-member team of balloon artists, an eight-member flight crew, and countless community members were needed to launch the first ever piloted latex balloon sculpture. Nearly 20,000 animal balloons were twisted together by the hand-picked team of artists from around the US and Canada to create the Fantastic Flying Octopus.”
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If you like video games and you like fine art, check this out:
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I love the Bubble Bobble one by Luke Chueh.
Warren (you know, our guitarist) emailed me from the UK (you know, where he is living) asking how things were going with the band (you know, The Darkest of the Hillside Thickets). I haven’t got around to emailing him back (it’s one of those emails with 30 questions and you only have time to answer one so you file it for later) so I thought I’d post it as an update and point of interest for the teeming masses.
Writing is going pretty well. It can be frustrating sometimes as a singer because often there is nothing for me to do when the guitarists are working out riffs and whatnot but usually I am plotting and scheming regardless. I find I work better when I don’t have to try to talk over people and amplified instruments (wouldn’t it be novel to write acoustically) and when I have the luxury of time. For example I have created two audio tapes of little melodies and song ideas that I have come up with over a period of months (or years), which I have given to each band member. Now I don’t expect every idea I come up with to be Thicket Hit #1 but I get the impression that the band isn’t interested in homework, whereas that dynamic works well for me. I bring my tape recorder to practice and when the band breaks out with a spontaneous creation I will record it, bring it home, listen to it over and over and try to come up with a melody/structure for lyrics and provide other feedback (and hope it hasn’t completely changed by the next practice). The band has been doing that for themselves as well, but the one tape that Mario was asked to ‘study’ (it had some jam material that Warren was really stoked on which he made a point of getting from me to give to Mario) has sat dormant on the couch since Warren left.
It is also frustrating to spend hours in transit to have to spend a half hour of the writing sessions going over old material so that the other guys can “warm up.” I guess if they need it, they need it, and it’s too much to hope that they could take the time to warm up before I arrive. It just seems like we could be spending that time working on our #1 priority which is writing a new album.
That leads me to another point. Bob wants to have a part in the band. Bob has been a problem for years because although he is a great musician, an enthusiastic band member, and a fun guy all around, his commitment levels stink. When Bob says “I’ll be there” that pretty much means there’s about a 50% chance he’ll back out. We’ve cancelled more shows at the last minute than I’d care to remember because of Bob. Now when Bob asked me if he could play a part in writing and performing I said “sure Bob, but only if you can commit.” From a performance perspective that’s particularly important. After Troy (you know, our bass player for the years 2000-2004) left for Calgary we were really in a pickle until we finally pushed through Merrick’s (you know, my brother) resistance to commit as bassist. After we got that commitment, suddenly Mario was picking up the bass at practice leaving Merrick to sit around like me, and I made a point of bringing that up. Jordan and Warren were of the view that the writing dynamic was better with Mario on bass and Merrick didn’t object because a) that was probably true even though a few new songs were based (bassed?) on Merrick’s riffs (also done at home by himself) and b) he probably didn’t want to play bass anyway. Merrick’s attitude has always been “why bother if it’s not going to be perfect” which is why he keeps pointing out our mistakes while we’re live on stage. Which is a crap attitude. I digress. With Warren gone, Mario is playing guitar and Merrick is back on bass and that’s working out fine.
When Bob said “can I come to practice” I said “sure” because we had kind of hit a plateau with the songs we’d been working on and I knew Bob would have something to bring to the work, if he showed at all. I had neglected to tell Merrick, however, so when Bob did show up Merrick overreacted. I guess his first thought was that we were kicking him off of bass again. So I had to smooth things over. It would be extremely useful to have Bob play bass live when he’s available. At that point we had just played with NoMeansNo with Bob so we were still jazzed about that. However, since then Jordan said “no more live shows – let’s concentrate on writing” which isn’t a bad idea (unless you’re a fan who wants to see us live, or a band member who wants more money in the band account). We agreed with that (for now) which basically means we won’t need to practice old material, which in turn means Bob’s value to the band at this time is not as great (again, given his intermittent availability – I’d love to have him help write but it’s problematic).
So when we practice we generally practice from 5pm-8pm on Sundays (the rest of the band also practices on Wednesday nights but I am not available then). That is when my bus is on time and when Jordan doesn’t leave early. For me to make this time in Chilliwack I leave my house at 1:30pm (to catch the 2:30 Greyhound), and I get home some time after 11pm. So that’s ten hours out of my day for a three hour practice. Granted I often spend my time on the bus working on songs with my dictaphone and notebook when the drone of the bus isn’t putting me to sleep. It costs $32 for a round trip to Chilliwack, and since we started writing in earnest I am usually out every weekend. After we sold the van, but before I had a full time job, I worked out with the band that in order for me to make practice with any regularity I would have to dip into band money to mitigate the ~$100 monthly cost. Since I got my full time job I have just been using my own money. Last practice however, I was informed that Mario would be dipping into band funds to the tune of $200 for 2 months retroactive jam space rental, and from here on in we’d be paying $100/month. That was the first I heard of it. I don’t think it’s unfair. I also don’t think it’s unfair for me to go back into some tithing for my travel expenses once in a while if need be. Of course I’m tracking everything in the big book of Thickets lucre. Sorry, is this getting dull?
Finally, the last struggle with the band is trying new things. In my dreams we would have violins and other fruity things on the new album but getting the band to break out of our guitar-drum-bass mold is difficult theoretically and practically. We simply don’t have violins or piano or moogs during the writing process which to some extent precludes their appearing during recording because we don’t plan to accommodate them. I guess if we were all really good musicians with an unlimited studio budget we could go for it. But even with the tools at hand it’s difficult to get out of our respective comfort zones. Getting Jordan to do something quirky on the drums requires constant badgering. There seems to be this small window in the songwriting process–after we’ve sorted out what the main riffs will be but before we’ve repeated the structure more than 5 times–where the band members are receptive to dramatically altering, adding to, or deleting what has been worked out. I really want to make sure our songs stand out from eachother–not quite to the extent of Ween but I definitely don’t want all of our songs to sound the same. The good news is that we were jamming out a very Eastern sounding ditty last practice.
So despite all my complaining, we have been making slow and steady progress and I am pretty pleased with the work so far. Warren wants to come back to help us record in May, but I think it’s optimistic to think we’ll be ready to record by then. We currently have about 8 or 9 proto-songs. I would like to write closer to 20 and if necessary pare down to 15 or so. I always feel cheated if I get less than 12 songs on a CD.
Despite the fact that we have a half dozen well-formed songs, I’ve really only written lyrics for one of them (although I have worked out melodies and structure for all of them). My original idea for the album was that the entire album would be one narrative, and on stage we could act out the narrative like a musical. That would mean we would have to have all of the songs written without lyrics and then I would decide what order they’d appear on the album and then write lyrics that tell the story from song 1 to song 14. I am having second thoughts about this strategy. First off, I’m having a hell of a time coming up with a story that is going to fit a format of a series of songs. Secondly, this may not be in the band’s best interests if, for example, we want to get one of our songs on, say, the radio. Unless the lyrics are very general, they would be meaningless standing alone. I am constantly weighing how important lyrics are – whether it’s the actual meaning or simply the structure of a series of catchphrases that sound good together. I have always taken some amount of pride in the fact that most of my lyrics are reasonably unique, but on the other hand, I really don’t think most people care. Certainly when it comes to most of my favourite songs I have absolutely no idea what they’re about, nor do I particularly care, but they are still awesome songs that I’d be ecstatic to have had a part in. So I’m wondering if I’m going to be hamstringing a song’s “commercial success” by being completely obscure with lyrics or if it just doesn’t matter. In the past I’ve never been too concerned about our music’s commercial success, but this time it would be nice. And I’d like to reassure you there’s no danger of us writing a “lovely lady lumps” song. So I don’t really know how committed I am to the cohesive album narrative concept. Perhaps it will just be a handful of songs telling some kind of Lovecraftian tale, and the rest will be about unrelated nerdy miscellany. One idea I am working on is about geologic time periods.
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Justice League Unlimited has been cancelled.
They’re working on a Legion of Super-Heroes series.
Two animated Hellboy films are in production.
I rode my bike to work this morning. As I came out of my apartment building I was greeted to a life-size triceratops on a flatbed truck driving by. I guess Storyeum is dismantling their exhibit or something. There was no tarp over it or anything – it was pretty cool and I wanted to chase the truck and jump up and ride the dinosaur.
Weathertop was pretty good. With excellent transit karma, it takes almost exactly an hour to get from my apartment to the King George skytrain station. The Days Inn hotel we used for the con was literally right next to the station. There was a good turnout and I played in the Golden Goblet D&D tournament. Our group came in second. I played a druid who was a wildshape specialist – I could turn into, among other things, a giant octopus, though I never got around to it. I also met a couple new gamers. I played a fellow’s game where he was using the GURPS Transhuman setting with Unknown Armies rules, and though I liked my character (whom I named Tsetse) well enough, most of the time I didn’t know what was going on, as there were a lot of highbrow scifi stuff that I was not versed in. I ran two (different) games of Spaceship Zero and that went over quite well. I even got rid of two of my books to happy fans. And Mike O’Donnell made up a mechanic character named “Rusty Jones” and who looks like Kramer. Fun times.
In one of my SSZ games, this one guy who has played previously was present again. He is weird. I’m sure he has something wrong with him because he doesn’t really say anything, and no matter how much I explain how the dice mechanic he needs help every time. Also he doesn’t really participate much. I think of the scene at the beginning of The Sixth Sense with that naked guy in Bruce Willis’ bathroom. I can’t get into this kid’s head and frankly, that’s okay.
I had this weird sensation right towards the end of the final D&D game I was playing at the con, a sensation I don’t usually have. It probably has something to do with the breakup and the fact that I’m not exactly where I want to be in my life right now. There I was, immersed in the scene of this fantasy roleplaying game and for a moment I realize that in a few minutes it’s going to end, and there’s this overwhelming weight…a cold bucket of water in the face….a realization that I’m going to have to deal with the real world in the morning. For one brief moment it was like D&D was more like a drug than the usual escape comparable to reading a book or watching TV. Maybe this is the beginning of the Basketball Diaries for me, but replace Basketball with Bloodbowl.
And then reality got a little better. This morning I signed a contract to do some design illos for a video game. Very exciting. Tonight I am playing racquetball and then Marlo is helping me interpret my notes from Mandarin class. Plus…triceratops on a flatbed.
I haven’t been doing much roleplaying in the past while. Not since my D&D group broke up. I’m not complaining – I don’t have much time for it anyway. But this weekend is yet another VGG convention – Weathertop. Ironically, though I am immersed in rpgness, only very rarely does convention play interest me. Something about the randomness of who I’ll be playing with and the uncertainty of whether the setting and rules and GM style will appeal to me makes home games much more satisfying. The last time I was actually excited to play a con game was to try out the new Warhammer system with Shawn Wowk GMing. That was a good experience, but I know that a home game would still have been at least twice as fulfilling. So, even though I’m kind of sick of D&D 3.5 rules I am looking forward to playing in an old fashioned D&D tournament, as well as playing in a fellow’s modified Unknown Armies game. Plus I’ll be running a couple games of Spaceship Zero. Maybe I’ll sell a book or two while I’m there. Then someone will start a campaign and I can play in it!
And I’ll be out in a social environment (albeit one not known for its social graces) which will be a nice change. So don’t expect much bloggening until Monday. Just reread the old posts and comment some more to make me feel validated.
Come hell or high water, there will be Booberry and Frankenberry at this year’s Saturday Morning Cartoon Party. Additionally, if Tony is willing to help me out in exchange for the autographed Hanson Brothers CD I got him, maybe we’ll have some Choco-riffic Weetos, Ricicles or Chocolate Noughts & Crosses shipped from the UK.
If you’re planning on coming, join www.yahoogroups.com/group/saturdaymorningcartoonparty for updates, and feel free to complete the cartoon request poll here: http://www.misterpoll.com/773939162.html but if you’re not, please don’t.
What would happen if I recorded readings – aka audio books – of H.P. Lovecraft stories and posted them as podcasts? Would you click on a DONATE BY PAYPAL link to support the damn things?