1.31.2004
Music: Eric Clapton - My Father's Eyes
Mood: Drunk
I don't usually like Bill Maher, but..
Scientists at NASA have stopped high-fiving. It seems that the Mars rover no longer wants to talk to us. So minutes ago
President Bush announced that this proves that Mars is not cooperating with our inspection and the war is on.
-Bill Maher
Music: My Bloody Valentine - Sometimes
Mood: Anxious
Okay - so comment. Yey or ney, for the new look of the blog.
Is it too, as Alex* said, "Ikea"?
*Alex Finiak --- Alex G. will for henceforth be refered to as Evil Alex, as per Alex Finiak's request
1.28.2004
Some place warm
Music: 50 Cent - In Da Club
Mood: Tired
I'm back in Chicago for the night - for no real reason except to upload the next episode of SR. Except - it sucks, and, it's not really even an episode. Still, I've noticed that whenever I take these little breaks the listener numbers drop dramatically, and having just picked up a nice chunk of listeners over the last few weeks, I'd like to maintain that trend, instead of going back to where we were. And hopefully the addition of the re-run episode will keep people happy. Richard - if you happen to read this - the ACen eps of SR is back up and running. Much like your package, it's late - but.. hell.. it made it ^_^;;
While walking back to my apartment today, from the L, with snow and subzero winds slamming against me I came to the conclusion that although I do enjoy my seasons, it may be time for me to relocate to a warmer place. Such as... Australia. I've been thinking about it, and it would seem to me having experienced snow for 20 straight years of my life, that I have reached my quota for a couple years. As a child, I'd always see TV specials - during Christmas - of kids wishing for it to snow because they had never seen it (being in California, Florida, Hawaii.. etc.) I could never relate to that. The thing about snow, unless you're some strange snow sport enthusiast (in which case just smoke pot), is that it loses its novelty reallly fucking quick. Snow is only pretty for about 10 seconds, then a car drives down the street and one of two things happens - the snow turns a dirty brownish black, or the car loses control and hits a tree and explodes.
Actually, the snow will turn brown no matter what...
My point is that the whole pretty snow scene only exits for, at most, 5 minutes - unless you live in the middle of nowhere.
I would tell the story of "Brendan Jamieson: Cinema Vigilante"... but that'd take too much time and I'm lazy.Maybe later. (Smart ass: why'd you even mention it then? Fucker!)
How about a cool download?
Aha - I bet you would enjoy Rejected - by Don Hertzfeldt. Whatever audience I have reading this blog probably knows Don Hertzfeldt by his short film "Genre" that's made its way to the Anime Hell program that pops up at various anime cons (if it sounds familiar - Genre takes cute bunny characters and sticks them into various film genres, from the horror film to porn to the avant garde sci-fi western). Anyhow, Rejected is a series of TV spots Hertzfeldt produced for The Family Learning Channel... that were rejected.
1.27.2004
1.25.2004
Divine delays
Life cane be really strange some times.
If you can recall, last month during my little mental breakdown and descent into self-pity and depression I ranted about how I'd missed Gary's Christmas Story on the Roe & Gary Radio Program. It's become a staple of my Christmas tradition, and I haven't missed his telling of a Christmas of his youth for the last several years. This year, however, in the midsts of fighting with family and friends - I missed it.
Last night, as Sarah slept on my floor at 10:30pm - I wandered around my room pulling out old boxes and whatnot (being home for break and all). I found a box of old cassette tapes. That's pre-CD media. Most of the tapes were old mixes I made as a junior highschool student and so forth, but I also found some unmarked tapes as well as the press panel interview I had with Shoji Kawamori at Otakon 1998. Anyhow - lacking the necessary ancient equipment in my room to play these tapes, I decided I'd take them with me to my car to go through when I took Sarah home later that night.
Fast forward to 2:00am, having just dropped her off. I pulled out one of the unmarked cassettes and popped it into the deck.
It was the last 10 minutes or so of the Roe & Gary Christmas episode from last year - just in time for Gary's Christmas Story.
I glanced at my watch.
January 25th.
1 month to the day, after Christmas.
Crazy.
So I pulled over, turned up the heat, and for 5 minutes imagined it wasn't a cold Janurary night, but a cold December night. Christmas night, and I pretended I was hearing Gary's story right when I was supposed to. And it felt good.



