Labourer Shortage?

In the past four days I’ve been offered as many jobs. I took two of them, and I might do the third too if scheduling permits. There’s a place two blocks from here called EmbroidMe, which is a franchise, where they (obviously) do embroidery but they also (not so obviously) provide all sorts of promotional product sourcing. So I’ll be doing all sorts of work, and learning about the tools of the trade during work hours on Thursday through Saturday each week.

The other job is helping a friend with her business! Nothing related to my creative talents or anything like that, just doing assistanty type stuff for the Christmas rush.

Music Sweet Music

I’m getting pretty excited about the new album, The Shadow Out of Tim. I hope I can pull off all the storytelling I need while still maintaining just the right amount of rockage – which is, for your information, 100% rockage. When we go into the studio in December I’m pretty sure we’re going to be recording about 13-14 tracks. Two of which will not appear on the album but will be saved for the subsequent album. But don’t worry, you’ll hear them at our live show next Saturday.

Speaking of music, I listened to “Concerto for Clarinet (Part I and II)” by Artie Shaw today, and I was blown away. Briefly, Artie Shaw was one of those wartime jazz bandstand musicians (Glenn Miller being the most famous) and Shaw was famous for his clarinet playing. This youtube clip from some movie has about three and a half minutes of the nine minute track I have on my iTunes. My other favourites he performed are Someone’s Rockin’ My Dreamboat (with Ella Fitzgerald I’m sure) and Just Kiddin’ Around. Go find them.

ps I can’t get enough of that crazy lingo as seen in Jeepers Creepers (not the film).

E-Mail Tip of the Day

To, Cc and Bcc (link to original article)

First, there are the users who have no idea that the ‘Cc’ exists. Every address is listed in the ‘To’ even if the email is only directed to one person. In cases such as this the receivers have no clue as to who should take action so either they all do something or they all do nothing.

Secondly, there are users who feel that every single e-mail should be copied to their entire address book whether it’s relevant to those receiving it or not. These are the ‘cry for attention’ crowd.

Lastly, there are users who never read the names of the people who receive a copy of an e-mail. They are the ‘Did you see this?’ crowd. For example, person X sends an e-mail to persons A, B and C. C immediately forwards it to A and B with the question ‘Did you see this?’ not bothering to see that X already sent A and B copies.

The addresses in the ‘To’ are for the people you are directly addressing. The addresses in the ‘Cc’ are for the people you are indirectly addressing. Copy only those who need to be copied; not your entire universe of contacts. The addresses in the ‘Bcc’ are like ‘Cc’ except that the addresses in ‘To’ and ‘Cc’ do not know that the addresses in the ‘Bcc’ are included in the conversation. The ‘To’ and ‘Cc’ addresses are blind to the ‘Bcc’ addresses.

Quite often* when I send an email to a bunch of people I’ll put everyone in the BCC, because some of my friends might not want their email spread around to people they don’t know, even if they do have me in common.

*And other times I forget.

The Departed

Have you seen The Departed yet? No? Well I’m about to talk about it, particularly the ending.

You’ve been warned.

Sometimes a film tries so hard to be anti-Hollywood that it becomes Hollywood. Especially when it IS Hollywood. And that’s what struck me about the ending of The Departed, which I was quite enjoying until it got to that point. First 4/5ths of the film: 8 out of 10. Last fifth of the film: 4 out of 10 what with all the shenanigans.
PS – anyone know why it’s called The Departed?

Internet Tip of the Day

Do not send HTML emails. HTML emails are harder to read, larger, take longer to download, facilitate all kinds of viruses and security risks, are impolite, are mostly spam and deleted by many spam traps and can’t be read by all email clients. Be nice: Send plain text emails.

7 Reasons HTML Email is Evil

Yeah, they've encased him in carbonite. But I mean he should be quite well protected. Well, if he survived the freezing process, that is!

I went to an audition today and all I had to do was sit in a chair and rhubarb with two other actresses while the camera focused on another party’s reaction. We were just making dialogue up completely from scratch, but it occured to me that it would be much more entertaining next time if I started quoting Star Wars or Ghostbusters lines as if I came up with them in casual conversation. It would be fun to see if these shoe-shopping Gilmore Girls-watching actresses would roll with it.

A Little Thickets News

So don’t forget, you Vancouverites, that my little rock band, The Darkest of the Hillside Thickets, are playing at the Backstage Lounge on the 21st – mark it on your calendar! Do it! It promises to be a good show, with lots of new songs. Speaking of new songs, things are going well on the writing front. We have a song that Warren describes as a cross between Nomeansno and Iron Maiden – it’s a really fast bass-driven song with a bitchin’ drum soloesque part, and I sing falsetto through the entire thing. And it’s pretty hilarious. I just did the singing at home on my ‘puter so it’s pending approval from the Chilliwack Jam Triad. It’s called “Ride the Flying Polyp” and, Cthulhu willing, it will appear on the album The Shadow Out of Tim. Here’s a recap on how the album is looking, for you literary punkophiles:

Track 1: prologue: A Marine Biologist

“My own ancestry and background are altogether normal. What came, came from somewhere else – where I even now hesitate to assert in plain words.” – H.P. Lovecraft, The Shadow Out of Time

Track 2: Chapter I: Some Things Man Was Not Meant To Know

“Man…must be placed on guard against a specific, lurking peril which, though it will never engulf the whole race, may impose monstrous and unguessable horrors upon certain venturesome members of it. It is for this latter reason that I urge, with all the force of my being, final abandonment of all the attempts at unearthing those fragments of unknown, primordial masonry which my expedition set out to investigate.”

Track 3: Chapter II: No Way

“From the moment of my strange waking my wife had regarded me with extreme horror and loathing, vowing that I was some utter alien usurping the body of her husband…These feelings were shared by my elder son and my small daughter, neither of whom I have ever seen since. “

Track 4: Chapter III: It’s Automatic(?)
Track 5: Chapter IV: (to be determined)

“If the mind came from a body whose language the Great Race could not physically reproduce, clever machines would be made, on which the alien speech could be played as on a musical instrument.”

Track 6: Chapter V: Return to Melanesia

I was given charge of my funds, and spent them slowly and on the whole wisely, in travel and in study at various centres of learning. My travels, however, were singular in the extreme, involving long visits to remote and desolate places.

Track 7: Chapter VI: They Come in Threes

“Other ugly reports concerned my intimacy with leaders of occultist groups, and scholars suspected of connection with nameless bands of abhorrent elder-world hierophants.”

Track 8: Chapter VII: Operation: Get the Hell Out Of Here(?)
Track 9: Chapter VIII: Ride the Flying Polyp(?)

The basis of the fear was a horrible elder race of half-polypous, utterly alien entities which had come through space from immeasurably distant universes and had dominated the earth and three other solar planets about 600 million years ago. They were only partly material – as we understand matter – and…they had the power of aerial motion, despite the absence of wings or any other visible means of levitation. Their minds were of such texture that no exchange with them could be affected by the Great Race.

Track 10: Epilogue: Downtown (In the Cenozoic)
Track 11: Footnote: Sleestak & Yeti

“My own history was assigned a specific place in the vaults of the lowest or vertebrate level – the section devoted to the culture of mankind and of the furry and reptilian races immediately preceding it in terrestrial dominance.” H.P. Lovecraft, The Shadow Out of Time

Track 12: Footnote: Nyarlathotep

“I talked with the mind of…Khephnes, an Egyptian of the 14th Dynasty, who told me the hideous secret of Nyarlathotep

MEANWHILE…Tonight I’m going to Drexoll Games for their weekly German Board Game Night. Join us, won’t they?

ALSO…Martin Scorcese’s “The Departed” is getting good reviews and is playing at the best cinema in town until the 19th. If anyone wants to go I’m game.

ps – Here’s a fun simulation game to download: Truck Dismount (thanks Jeff)

Sorry, Nonsense

Here’s a quote from a dream I just had:

That is going to give you a “Sorry, Nonsense.” A “Sorry, Nonsense” gives you one point. And what does a point get you? Sorry, Nonsense.

Weird. The dream also featured some kind of nude stage show with three girls and a guy who did magic tricks with a ridiculously large strap-on.

My subconscious has made up a house that seems to be recurring in my dreams. In this house I live with my parents and brother, and quite often other relatives my be visiting. The house isn’t exactly the same in all my dreams; it has elements of real houses I’ve lived in with my family but it’s definitely not a real house. Anyone else have this sort of thing?

Slackademics: Musicology

Tonight Joyce and I met John at Stephane & Sheri’s for a night of food and learning how to read music! It was very edumacational, as are all Slackademics courses. There was some degree of surprise to find out that I do all my “songwriting” by humming and vague drawing.
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Does everyone know what the Circle of Fifths is? I do. Jealous?

Well you’ve got another chance for learning, just pipe up and let me know what you’re in the market for. We got some call for comic book appreciation, voice acting, vegetarian/vegan cooking, horror/scifi film theory, and Photoshop/Digital graphic manipulation.