I'm going to miss TV. The strike was so long, and then, a few weeks after it was over, all the shows came back like a big warm blanket of forget-about-everything-for-40-minutes.
Re: The House Finale. I haven't cried that hard since Deathly Hallows. Geez.
I really need a job.
On the Knitting front, there is not much to report. I have started knitting a skirt of my own design using Noro Silk Garden. Hopefully it will go well, and not end with me frogging the whole thing, on the verge of tears at my own diy incompetence.
A girl can dream.
I have actually officially finished all of the blocks for the SLAfghan, however, I am afraid to block them. I don't know what I would do if something went wrong, especially since these (64) blocks have been 1 year in the knitting. I guess I'll just have to do it one day, for gods'sake.
I have also started a new entrelac afghan, with yarn (Noro Kureyon) and needles supplied by my mother. (Enabler.) It's going to be quite cool in a horrible-but-brilliant sort of way.
I am excited to recieve my Grandmother's sewing machine at some point in the future. Though sewing, to me, is one of those things that more for the exact patience, and less for the crazy winging it. Which is not me, so much.
In Other news, I think I may have done alright on my first Osteology exam, though I don't want to speak too soon. We shall see.
I think I am actually ready to start writing my first feature-length screenplay, but I am afraid I will screw it up before page 10. Nevermind telling me that there's such thing as editing and a backspace key, I am made of paranoia. Too afraid to start something for fear of screwing it up.
This is my life.
---
I leave you with a song, which attempts to create some sort of angry-grrl vibe, riffing on the popular subject of pretentious douchebags. (None in particular, of course) Inspired by a single line in an episode of Supernatural, if you can believe it.
Millertime
It's a bit skippy in places because it's two takes cobbled together.
I'll accompany this with a reminder of my usual caveat regarding my musical (in)abilities: I know I'm not good, but dang'd if it ain't fun for me.
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May 21, 2008
May 7, 2008
R.I.P. Frederick.
Good Wedensday, to you all.
I finished my Dad's birthday present. I have made him this friendly little fellow:
Hopefully my Dad will think this is adorable and not A Bit Sad.
Till next.
Here are some things I have done today (with no semblance of chronology):
-Walked to the comic bookstore.
-Subsequently got Jossed. (By Drew Goddard no less.)
-Made a bow out of kleenex.
-Knit 10 rnds on my right-hand fishy glove.
-Recorded a song. (Possibly not for public consumption)
-Continued reading/making notes on my WWII project.
-Worked on breaking down scenes for my Hamlet project. (Things are getting wack in Elsinore, yo.)
See, I am doing lots of work. Just not work that is going to see me getting paid anytime soon.
See, I am doing lots of work. Just not work that is going to see me getting paid anytime soon.
Summer! Bah!
I need to get a job. I am bored. I am boring.
I finished my Dad's birthday present. I have made him this friendly little fellow:
It's a Nautiloid!
His tag reads "Hi, my name is Floyd. Nice to meet you, Rick. I'm so glad we are going to be friends. Here is some stuff about me:
Likes: Reefs, Crustacean Exo-skeletons, Paleontologists.
Dislikes: Poachers, Predators, Extinction."
Hopefully my Dad will think this is adorable and not A Bit Sad.
In actual sad news, yesterday when I went to get the mail I found a dead bird in my garden. After much hemming and hawing about maggoty carrots, I decided to give him a proper burial in an unused part of the garden. I named him Frederick. Poor guy.
I have decided that my summer project is going to be a stop-motion film, with yarn as my medium. Specifically, knitted things. For this I require three things: Cheap Yarn, a small tripod, and more patience than I possess. Wish me luck!
(Generally my summer projects are pipe-dreams and never actually occur. We shall see.)
In closing, here is a song that I whipped up for the Sunday Song exchange. It is entitled Robot Song.
Till next.
May 1, 2008
You're all in Europe anyways.
Well, I have just experienced the fun time of having written a whole post and then having it disappear before my eyes.
Since I am bored and lonely while everyone I've ever met is in Europe for the month, I will try to recreate my efforts. Only for you, internet.
Since I am bored and lonely while everyone I've ever met is in Europe for the month, I will try to recreate my efforts. Only for you, internet.
Things I have been up to:
1. Cruising Craigslists of various cities, looking for interesting story ideas. Here is a winner: from the Strictly Platonic section of Los Angeles, I uncovered this gem. Does the phrase 'Knee Deep in Poon' give anyone else a very literal image?
2. Buying stuff off Craigslist. For $100 I got all five seasons of Angel. What a steal!
3. Watching ungaurded webcams/security cams. Thanks SA Forums! I spent a bit of time last night spying on some sketchy suckers manning the front counter of a porn store. Also tried to catch a glimpse of Fritz, but to no avail.
4. Reading a new personal WWII account. This fellow's platoon was in the 4th Canadian Infantry Division, and they were involved in the Battle of the Schelt, and apparently the fellow himself was the one who planned the Battle of Bergen-op-Zoom, so it's right in the area/timeframe that I'm considering setting my series. (Should I ever have the opportunity to make it.)
As a result of reading so much about Canadian WWII Soldiers, I ended up putting together a little ditty. It's just sort of what I've gotten out of reading this book and 'A Canuck in England' by Howard Clegg. I want to find out what happened to Clegg after 1942 but I can't seem to dig anything up.
In other news, got accepted to Vancouver Film School for August of 09. I am so excited and very very pleased, but am now starting to really notice all the things about Victoria that I will really miss.
Like living down the street from a place that not only has excellent pizza, but has hot, fresh, excellent pizza 15 minutes after you order it.
Oh, and most of my friends and half my family live here.
But nonetheless I will bravely go to Vancouver, a large city where I know few people. I will weather the storm of finding someplace to live, and learning my way around the city. But know this: I will be terrified the entire time.
HOORAY!
March 28, 2008
For the people who are still alive.
This is a Wrock post!
But first, allow me to briefly talk about sandwiches.
I have discovered the secret to making the finest grilled tuna sandwiches west of the Mississip. Prior to this discovery, I had a serious grilled tuna problem: It took a very short time for the cheese to melt, but quite a long time for the tuna to become entirely heated.
The solution?
Warm the tuna in the microwave for exactly 43.5 seconds prior to placement on the bread. Then, in a frying pan on medium-low heat, put the cheese side down first. Let the cheese melt and the bread get crispy-good, and then flip until bread is crispy on opposite side.
It is so simple I can't believe I didn't think of it before.
Today's sandwich:
-Whole Wheat Bread
-Tuna (mixed with mayo, cut up snow peas, dilly dip and feta cheese)
-Kraft singles (Oh you shudder, but this is heaven)
Lovingly grilled to perfection and served with chicken soup. Truly Alison Day is a day of Kings.
Now, on to the Wrock!
The band I attempted to start previous to The Violent Puffskeins was called "The Wet Blankets and One Very Lonely Marauder." This is, indeed, a Shoebox reference. The thing about the band was that I started writing songs after reading Shoebox, and they were all related in some way, to the events of Shoebox.
I got all excited about it, and then I scrapped the band for these reasons:
-It wasn't entirely canon. I didn't want to start some sort of horrible Paranthropus Wrock movement, where soon people would be creating bands based on their horrible Mary-Sues. I do not want to be responsible for that shit.
-Most of the songs I had written didn't really have that many canon references in them, which I find is a staple of Wrock music. They were mostly conceptual, and about feelings. Well, some songs had direct references to Shoebox in them, but not everyone considers that canon, so...
Anyways, I still like the songs I wrote, and I feel like it's a waste for them to sit around, so I thought I would post them here from time to time.
Take note: these songs won't make too much sense if you haven't read shoebox. Or Harry Potter for that matter.
This song takes place in the summer of 1976, (Part Thirteen) while Remus is keeping his dream diary, and trying to figure out his shit. That's mostly what the song is about. That and Sirius.
If it sounds kind of twangy, it's because I suck at guitar, and if the singing is bad, that's only because I'm bad at singing. Enjoy!
This is Not Rational but Oh Well
And for those who don't want to hear about fictional boy-love in the 1970's, here is that song about burning all my files to CD because my hard drive died. IT'S SAD OKAY.
300 Gigabytes
(And I urge everyone to download the Portal soundtrack and to listen to "Still Alive.")
But first, allow me to briefly talk about sandwiches.
I have discovered the secret to making the finest grilled tuna sandwiches west of the Mississip. Prior to this discovery, I had a serious grilled tuna problem: It took a very short time for the cheese to melt, but quite a long time for the tuna to become entirely heated.
The solution?
Warm the tuna in the microwave for exactly 43.5 seconds prior to placement on the bread. Then, in a frying pan on medium-low heat, put the cheese side down first. Let the cheese melt and the bread get crispy-good, and then flip until bread is crispy on opposite side.
It is so simple I can't believe I didn't think of it before.
Today's sandwich:
-Whole Wheat Bread
-Tuna (mixed with mayo, cut up snow peas, dilly dip and feta cheese)
-Kraft singles (Oh you shudder, but this is heaven)
Lovingly grilled to perfection and served with chicken soup. Truly Alison Day is a day of Kings.
Now, on to the Wrock!
The band I attempted to start previous to The Violent Puffskeins was called "The Wet Blankets and One Very Lonely Marauder." This is, indeed, a Shoebox reference. The thing about the band was that I started writing songs after reading Shoebox, and they were all related in some way, to the events of Shoebox.
I got all excited about it, and then I scrapped the band for these reasons:
-It wasn't entirely canon. I didn't want to start some sort of horrible Paranthropus Wrock movement, where soon people would be creating bands based on their horrible Mary-Sues. I do not want to be responsible for that shit.
-Most of the songs I had written didn't really have that many canon references in them, which I find is a staple of Wrock music. They were mostly conceptual, and about feelings. Well, some songs had direct references to Shoebox in them, but not everyone considers that canon, so...
Anyways, I still like the songs I wrote, and I feel like it's a waste for them to sit around, so I thought I would post them here from time to time.
Take note: these songs won't make too much sense if you haven't read shoebox. Or Harry Potter for that matter.
This song takes place in the summer of 1976, (Part Thirteen) while Remus is keeping his dream diary, and trying to figure out his shit. That's mostly what the song is about. That and Sirius.
If it sounds kind of twangy, it's because I suck at guitar, and if the singing is bad, that's only because I'm bad at singing. Enjoy!
This is Not Rational but Oh Well
And for those who don't want to hear about fictional boy-love in the 1970's, here is that song about burning all my files to CD because my hard drive died. IT'S SAD OKAY.
300 Gigabytes
(And I urge everyone to download the Portal soundtrack and to listen to "Still Alive.")
March 18, 2008
Elegy for a Kitty
I do so love Spring.
Today I was going to post the song I made up about burning my files to DVD because of how I my external hard-drive (containing 300GB of TV!) died, however, if I am going to pay tribute to anything, there is something much more important that must first be mentioned.
Last month, my cat, Blackie, died. I was upset about it, because I've had her since grade two, and no one really cared about her as much as I did. I don't want to go into detail, cause I'm not about airing my laundry on the internet.
Anyways, today I made up a song about her, and I wanted to share it.
Blackie's Song
I tried to find a picture of her but I don't have any on my computer.
(Also I am sorry that there is a really flat note near the end. I told you, I am no good.)
I hope this post hasn't been utterly depressing. I assure you, there are knitting hijinx ahead.
Today I was going to post the song I made up about burning my files to DVD because of how I my external hard-drive (containing 300GB of TV!) died, however, if I am going to pay tribute to anything, there is something much more important that must first be mentioned.
Last month, my cat, Blackie, died. I was upset about it, because I've had her since grade two, and no one really cared about her as much as I did. I don't want to go into detail, cause I'm not about airing my laundry on the internet.
Anyways, today I made up a song about her, and I wanted to share it.
Blackie's Song
I tried to find a picture of her but I don't have any on my computer.
(Also I am sorry that there is a really flat note near the end. I told you, I am no good.)
I hope this post hasn't been utterly depressing. I assure you, there are knitting hijinx ahead.
March 15, 2008
Good Morning
I thought that I would post a poem. I'm not usually a big poetry fan (aside from Dorothy Parker) but I wrote this for the poetry section of Writ 100, and I found it last night as I was puttering through my files. It nicely sums up my feelings about knitting, and the catharsis therein. Hurrah!
It gets a bit "salty salty tears of pain and angst" at the end.
--
Yarn Tales
i'm knitting a story
each row is a sentence
each thread is a word
and i am the writer.
i'm repenting
in brightly colored wool
and as i slide my stitch
a sin, over
from one needle to the other
i am absolved.
each quick click is a feeling,
a plotline, a character
woven out of me, slid past
the plastic taptapping
a clear cathartic rhythm,
exorcising my demons
and trapping them
in knotted cotton holes
i'm knitting my biography
my mistakes, my words, my sins,
into something i can wear
instead of feel
--
HarHar, poetry! What is the deal with bears. Anyways.
I have something else for you too. Something you won't necessarily want.
Here are two (poor) covers of songs that may or may not be about me in the first place.
(I'm 99% sure they are not)
Dear sirs,
I am sorry that I broke your songs.
Look, all I can tell you is that when I woke up at 3 a.m., and couldn't sleep, and needed something to do so that I could, at a later time, actually get to sleep, this was hilarious.
It gets a bit "salty salty tears of pain and angst" at the end.
--
Yarn Tales
i'm knitting a story
each row is a sentence
each thread is a word
and i am the writer.
i'm repenting
in brightly colored wool
and as i slide my stitch
a sin, over
from one needle to the other
i am absolved.
each quick click is a feeling,
a plotline, a character
woven out of me, slid past
the plastic taptapping
a clear cathartic rhythm,
exorcising my demons
and trapping them
in knotted cotton holes
i'm knitting my biography
my mistakes, my words, my sins,
into something i can wear
instead of feel
--
HarHar, poetry! What is the deal with bears. Anyways.
I have something else for you too. Something you won't necessarily want.
Here are two (poor) covers of songs that may or may not be about me in the first place.
(I'm 99% sure they are not)
Dear sirs,
I am sorry that I broke your songs.
Look, all I can tell you is that when I woke up at 3 a.m., and couldn't sleep, and needed something to do so that I could, at a later time, actually get to sleep, this was hilarious.
March 14, 2008
The Violent Puffskeins
Howdy. Two posts in one day. My my, I am a-bloggin'.
I just thought I should point out where I currently stand in the wide world of Wizard Rock.
After several failed bands and poorly-thought out concepts, I am now one-half of Punk-Wrock band 'The Violent Puffskeins.'
We play loud, we wrock hard, and we tear up the establishment. Our music is inspired mostly by The Ramones. If one is curious about the mostly-false history of the band, it can be found at Alex's blog.
However, it is unfortunate that before we can truly delve into the great wealth of Pottery that awaits us, there are several important things I must do:
-Purchase an electric guitar. I am told that one can buy a reasonably priced Epiphone at Long and McQuade, and I am also told that I want to buy an Epiphone so damn, I will have to get on that. If anyone has any advice for my Guitar-Buyery, please do chime in.
-Learn to play Ramones-style punk guitar. Currently can only do passable folk guitar. This must change. Especially if our wrock cover of 'Rockaway Beach' is ever to properly take off.
-Not listen to the Ramones when so I'm tired that, during the song "Glad to see you go" I do not mistake the line 'Gonna take a chance on her' for 'Gonna take a jizz on her.'
-Figure out how to create a decent bassline using music software. I've got drums down okay but the bass guitar still eludes me.
And those are things I must do. Woo!
In other news, this post seems unproductive, so here is a songy:
I made this up for a jam session with my brother and his roomies. It is about them, because they live in a loft, play RockBand, and sometimes seagulls poop on their skylight.
Loft Song for Loft-Livers
I would just like to preface (postface?) this, and any other music post, with the fact that I really enjoy playing music and making up ditties, though I am aware I am not very good.
I find that the way I enjoy my own music equates to how some people enjoy the smell of their own (if you'll excuse my crudeness) flatulence.
My head feels like a massive pulsating citrus fruit.
Adieu.
I just thought I should point out where I currently stand in the wide world of Wizard Rock.
After several failed bands and poorly-thought out concepts, I am now one-half of Punk-Wrock band 'The Violent Puffskeins.'
We play loud, we wrock hard, and we tear up the establishment. Our music is inspired mostly by The Ramones. If one is curious about the mostly-false history of the band, it can be found at Alex's blog.
However, it is unfortunate that before we can truly delve into the great wealth of Pottery that awaits us, there are several important things I must do:
-Purchase an electric guitar. I am told that one can buy a reasonably priced Epiphone at Long and McQuade, and I am also told that I want to buy an Epiphone so damn, I will have to get on that. If anyone has any advice for my Guitar-Buyery, please do chime in.
-Learn to play Ramones-style punk guitar. Currently can only do passable folk guitar. This must change. Especially if our wrock cover of 'Rockaway Beach' is ever to properly take off.
-Not listen to the Ramones when so I'm tired that, during the song "Glad to see you go" I do not mistake the line 'Gonna take a chance on her' for 'Gonna take a jizz on her.'
-Figure out how to create a decent bassline using music software. I've got drums down okay but the bass guitar still eludes me.
And those are things I must do. Woo!
In other news, this post seems unproductive, so here is a songy:
I made this up for a jam session with my brother and his roomies. It is about them, because they live in a loft, play RockBand, and sometimes seagulls poop on their skylight.
Loft Song for Loft-Livers
I would just like to preface (postface?) this, and any other music post, with the fact that I really enjoy playing music and making up ditties, though I am aware I am not very good.
I find that the way I enjoy my own music equates to how some people enjoy the smell of their own (if you'll excuse my crudeness) flatulence.
My head feels like a massive pulsating citrus fruit.
Adieu.
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