Selling CDs

Look at all these awesome CDs I’m selling for $5 each. Who wants?

Bad Religion – Process of Belief
Bjork – TelegramSTEWIE
Cake – Fashion Nugget
Atom and His Package – A Society of People Named Elihu
Carter Burwell – Hudsucker Proxy sndtrk MJACKSON
– Raising Arizona/Blood Simple sndtrk
– Gods & MonstersMJACKSON
– Fargo/Barton Fink
Frank Black – Frank Black
– Teenager of the YearMBECK
CKY – Infiltrate Destroy Rebuild
Beck – Mellow Gold
Big Black – Songs About Fucking
– Hammer Party WARREN
– Rich Man’s 8-Track Tape
Brazil sndtrkAARON
Crystal Method – Vegas
Failure – Fantastic Planet
L7 – Beauty ProcessMJACKSON
– Hungry for Stink
Millencolin – Pennybridge Pioneers
Foofighters – Colour and the Shape
Filter – Short Bus
– Title of Record
Kraftwerk – Man MachineMJACKSON
KMFDM – Angst
Man or Astroman? – Project Infinity
Nirvana – In Utero
Sepultura – Roots
Simpsons – Go Simpsonic (music from tv series)
– Songs in the Key of Springfield (music from tv series)
Strokes – Is This It
Sebadoh – bakesale
– Bubble & Scrape
Royal Grand Prix – High Performance
Radiohead – Pablo HoneyMBECK
Puddy – Sweet stuff
Pavement – wowee zowee
– Crooked Rain Crooked Rain
Pennywise – Full Circle
– About Time
Veruca Salt – American Thighs
Transam – Futureworld
Tool – AenimaGEOFF
– Undertow
The Weakerthans – Left and Leaving
Ween – Painting the Town Brown
Jane’s Addiction – Ritual de lo Habitual
Star Wars Phantom Menace sndtrkADRIAN
John Williams – Star Wars TrilogyADRIAN
Glenn Miller – Pure Gold
Stereophonic Space Sound Unlimited plays Lost TV Themes
Space Age Pop Stereo Action Dimension vol 3
London Punkharmonic Orchestra – Symphony of Destruction
Simon & Garfunkle’s Greatest HitsMBECK
Khachaturian MBECK
Wagner – The RingGEOFF

Living Life on the Edge

Today on the bus ride to work, some kid forgot his/her lunch and left it sitting on the seat in front of me. Coworker John noticed it and we both rifled through it. I ate the sandwich and Taylor, John and I split the three cookies. I gave the carrots to Mike but didn’t tell him where they came from. John drank the fruit punch. Nobody touched the yogurt concoction.

I’ve never felt so alive!

This is what I have to listen to at work

BLACK EYED PEAS LYRICS

“My Humps”

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps. (Check it out)

I drive these brothers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these ice-ys.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and then Donna
Karan, they be sharin’
All their money got me wearin’ fly
But I ain’t askin,
They say they love my ass ‘n,
Seven Jeans, True Religion’s,
I say no, but they keep givin’
So I keep on takin’
And no I ain’t taken
We can keep on datin’
I keep on demonstrating.

My love, my love, my love, my love
You love my lady lumps,
My hump, my hump, my hump,
My humps they got u,
She’s got me spending.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, up on me, on me

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What u gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
Cos of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps. (Check it out)

I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let’s go.
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Lets spend time not money.
I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.

They say I’m really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin’ a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin’ at my lump, lump.
U can look but you can’t touch it,
If you touch it I’ma start some drama,
You don’t want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don’t pull on my hand boy,
You ain’t my man, boy,
I’m just tryn’a dance boy,
And move my hump.

My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My lovely lady lumps [x3]
In the back and in the front.
My lovin’ got u,
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, up on me, on me.

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
What you gon do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gon’ do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I’ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work.
She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin all your money on me and spendin’ time on me
She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin’ all your money on me, up on me, on me.

Did it all start with clock radios?

I don’t want to watch movies on my computer. I don’t want to play games on my phone. And I certainly don’t want one device that does everything, because when it breaks, or gets lost, or the batteries run down, then I can’t do ANYTHING.

(Inspired by Stewie’s comment about mini “Lost” episodes being produced to watch on your phone.)

"Queens of the Stone Age" was a question on Jeopardy tonight.

Today I watched Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. We underestimated the demand for this movie last night (crowds are the reason I rarely see movies on opening night), so we got tickets for the first show this morning. I was afraid there were going to be screaming children but it worked out fine. I was actually more annoyed by the adult “squee” (as Marlo would say) fans who were to my left. Every time something would happen or a new character would appear on the screen there would be gasps. The movie itself is pretty good. I wouldn’t say it was the best, having had a few hours now to digest it. I still think Azkaban is the best. I’ll add some spoilers in the next paragraph. Chamber of Secrets is actually on in 6 minutes and I’ll watch it while I draw. I am really looking forward to King Kong. I am even more looking forward to Deep Sea 3D, which is a 3D imax pic that comes out next Spring. I saw the trailer in 3D and it looked amazing. We saw a bunch of trailers in front of Goblet of Fire but none of them really interested me (they didn’t show much of Superman), especially not the hiphop-dancing CG penguins.

One thing I’ve noticed about Harry Potter movies (books as well I assume) is that there’s all this stuff that happens, but quite often you don’t know what or why until the very end of the film, and the payoff usually isn’t that great. I would have liked to have seen what the villains were doing behind the scenes. I don’t need all the mysteries handed to me, by any means, but you seem to experience everything through Harry’s eyes and sometimes that can be frustrating. Maybe it’s different in the books. This is exacerbated by the fact that magic is everywhere and basically can negate reality and common sense, so that quite literally anything could be going on despite your best guesses given the clues. Sorcery is the ultimate deus ex machina.

Oddly, in Goblet of Fire, the parts I was most looking forward to were the least interesting, and the bits that sounded the least interesting before seeing the film were in fact the most interesting. For example: you would think a duel with a dragon would make a great transition to the screen, but it was a dull, predictable, and senseless display*. On the other hand, everything leading up to and including the ball was well-done and entertaining, and really gave something (finally) to the characters to display emotion towards that wasn’t Ron making a scared face and whimpering.

*Plus it bugs me how great fierce monsters that look like they’d strike like lightning with millenia-tested predatory instincts are always portrayed as bumbling and ineffectual. They always take forever to size up their opponents and can’t hit the broad side of a barn when they do lash out. Put a mouse in a basket with a snake, or a cricket in a terrarium with a frog, and the prey would be in the predator’s mouth in seconds. Put Harry Potter in a ring with a dragon and he dodges blow after blow and hides in a crevice as the dragon tries to figure out what the hell it’s doing. Yes I know it had a chain on it – but still. If Harry had outsmarted it, that would be one thing, but defeating it with speed and reaction, that just makes this supposedly nasty and terrible dragon look like a pussy.

My girlfriends back and you're gonna be in trouble

Marlo’s back! And her front is too! Yay! She brought me back some DVDs and some exotic snacks! They took up way too much space in her luggage and I love her. Already I’ve watched Singin’ in the Rain, Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, Revenge of the Sith, Beijing Bicycle, and Roman Holiday. Singin’ and Blondes were both gaudy Hollywood, but Singin’ is great fun. Blondes had its moments but I found Marilyn Monroe annoying. I think it’s a real zeitgeist thang. I mean she’s fine when she’s being natural but when she puts on her pouty “sultry” face it looks like key chunks of it are about to explode, leaving the rest to slough off and reveal a Hellraiser-like visage of blood and muscle. Roman Holiday was probably my favourite of the era. Finally a movie with the perfect ending. I was really surprised. There should be more Hollywood endings like that.

We took a taxi from the airport to Marlo’s and she unpacked her multiple bags full of the spoils of tourism. Then we went to Locus for breakfast, watched half a movie, had a nap, dinner at Greens & Gourmet where there was a mind-numbing rigmarole at the checkout, then visiting with the kitties, another movie, and sleepover. I shuffled my work schedule so I could spend both Monday and Tuesday with Mar-mar. Tuesday morning I make her a continental breakfast (meaning sparse and plain) and then we went shopping. I watched Sith while Marlo uploaded photos and internetted. Then she made me dinner and I came home to take photos of Nathan for a drawing. So that was Monday-Tuesday in a boring nutshell.

I had to cancel D&D tonight because in all the Marlovian excitement I had forgotten about an appointment to record voiceover for Stewie’s Sword of the Stars video game trailer. They had recorded everyone else they needed by me so I scootched in after work today.

Koopenkaken (Dutch for 'cupcakes')

For some reason we’ve been getting Turner Classic Movies on channel 46 and that’s pretty bitchin’ – because there are no commercials. I finally got to see Raging Bull.

Today was Stephane & Sheri’s wedding. It was very nice. Not too formal. Very short ceremony. Almost no religious stuff. The justice of the peace was a woman. The food was good – the horseradish sauce was very potent. My diet was ignored, as I enjoyed multiple desserts, although I didn’t have any bread or rice. We (Stewie and I) got a ride there from Sheri’s brother John, but we took a cab to Richmond (the hall was in Delta) and the bus to our neighborhood. A fight almost broke out on the bus with some lowbrow punks in the back.

At the wedding Stewie and I played with fire (the candles) much to the dismay of the “grownups” and I was aghast to find out that the caterers wouldn’t let Stephane & Sheri take the leftovers home.

My Kill is Throating Me, plus Dungeons & Documentaries

I almost went into work today. I got up at 7:22 as normal but my email wasn’t working, so that was the last straw. If I can’t email Marlo to tell her why I wasn’t home when she called last night, then I’ll just have to stay home until the internet starts working. I called in sick (which was no lie) and slept for 11 hours (total). It hurts to swallow. But I did manage to play D&D tonight – although now I am paying for it.

On the weekend I met with a gal with whom I had a meeting with about a year and a half ago. She was going to Vancouver Film School and was interested in doing a documentary short film on D&D for her project. Trouble was, her partner in the project was very Christian and vetoed the idea. But now she’s out of school and still wants to do it. So we met at Max’s and had a good long discussion. I brought her back to grab my copy of Mazes & Monsters and Word Wars and she ended up helping me paint some miniatures. It will be pretty cool if this movie turns out – basically I would be the producer. So – who wants to be in a D&D movie?

I’m starting to look for art agents in earnest. I spent several lunch hours (half hours really) at work poring over my Illustrator’s Market book and decided which reps might suit me, and today I started browsing their websites and sending emails. I need to start looking for a better day job too, if I’m to save up for moving in with Marlo, and beyond. So please – any leads please send them my way!

Kodos and Zuul are pretty funny. They love the teenie bouncer and if I huck it down the hall they’ll both chase it and usually Kodos will get it and Zuul will just sit there almost as if to say “well I was going to get that.” They don’t really get too cozy with one another (although Zuul often smells Kodos’ bum as he walks by) but they play together sometimes and both sleep on the same bed. They were both even sitting on the big black chair as I was DMing tonight. So, that’s the kitty update.

I almost had a total party kill in D&D tonight. So that’s the dungeons AND the dragons update.

Puppy Surprise is back and I have a cold

Puppy Surprise! Puppy Surprise! How many puppies are there inside? Welcome back, Puppy Surprise. You have joined the ranks of Strawberry Shortcake, the Care Bears and My Little Pony as toys from the 80’s that are now back on the market. Now all we need is Baby Luv ‘N Touch, Madballs and Monchichis and it will be like we never left. One thing we didn’t have, thankfully, back in the 80’s was the Mall Madness game, which I saw a commercial for. This is one of the most reprehensible and disgusting things I’ve seen aimed at kids for…well pretty much ever. Shot till you drop! Buy buy buy! CONSUME!!! Nothing like instilling good consumerism in people at a young age.

The Veil @ Cinemuerte

I am enjoying the Real Ghostbusters weekend.

Tonight is the night of the big show. And I hope to heck the costumes are ready and that they fit.

Last night I got to see The Veil in its truncated version at Cinemuerte. There were 19 films shown altogether, about 3 or 4 of which were good. Many were so-so. A few were awful. One was worse than awful. Our film probably had the least blood of all of them, which I think says something about staying true to our given subgenre: Lovecraftian. I kind of wish that they didn’t give out the mandatory phrases and weapons. Ours were “This place is driving me batty” and “air.” Almost every film had to include pancakes as well, which made viewing over a dozen films with pancakes in them drudgery. Some of the other weapons were acid/chemicals or power tools. The SFU film club film was about four guys stuck in the woods, who resorted to cannibalism rather than eat the pancakes they had. They also just happened to have a jug of acid for some unexplained reason.

Anyway, we didn’t win any awards (of which I think there were 3 or 4), and I didn’t expect that we would given that there were two very funny films (their subgenre was “after school special”) and as Mike says, comedy often wins. Ours was the only period piece and I think it was among the most evocative and moody. I am really looking forward to seeing it expanded into a length that more suits the subject matter, which Mike says will take at least a couple weeks.

There was a Hallowe’en party at Mike’s later in the evening that Stewie reminded me about, and we brought Carina with us. Mike showed The Veil there and it went over well. Carina had lots of questions for him, and we all (Mike, Carina, Stewie, me) talked about our super secret Ghostbusters fan film project. I ate candy.