Thursday, July 01, 2010


naked tv-headed girl riding a dinosaur

An ending. is no longer my domain. someone really uninteresting to me bought it while I wasn't looking and has set up camp. Google still thinks it belongs to me, but my question is, why would somebody do that? what motivates them? I had sorely neglected that site for years, but it was mine.

I am reviving an old project. I was inspired by a request from Ben (at Gluten Free!) to use one of the images from the project for his comic.

If you have the inclination, please send me a drawing/painting/digital art/photo of a naked lady sporting a tv-head riding a dinosaur. Please see the collection for more info or inspiration. I love them all equally, but like anyone blessed with such riches, I want more.

Wednesday, October 07, 2009

fists up

I saw these beautiful posters on the internets today. The discovery is timely since I dreamt two nights in a row about a giant crocodile (or alligator, I didn't get a good look at it) trying to eat me and my cat.

Link to purchase at Polish Posters: The Wilderness Party / Crocodile Dundee II

Friday, October 02, 2009

running from the wind

links: Flip Mino HD / Pentax K-X
Moto Cliq / Nissan Leaf EV

I'm holding out on the pocket camcorder until I find a review of the Samsung HMX-U10. The Pentax is gorgeous in white, too, but I keep reminding myself that I don't take pictures as it is and I detest fiddling with menus on cameras. It does shoot in HD though.

Around mid-November, I want to be back on my 'only consumables' spending plan. It worked beautifully last year through January.

Allowed items on said plan:

Movie tickets
... other consumables / experiences

Thursday, October 01, 2009

silver lining

What I did this morning:

(link to size comparison)

Sunday, August 30, 2009

you gonna need my help some day

Alien life-cycle

as illustrated by Pierre 2008-05-02

Movies I enjoyed this past week

Sunday, August 09, 2009

give me love

fun things i used to do in Cincinnati in the summer:

pop warm tar bubbles in the driveway with a small twig
catch frogs around the swimming pool
stand barefoot for a moment on the golf green
drink little bottles of ginger ale from the bar
find fireflies and let them crawl around on my hands
look through old illustrated books
eat graeter's ice cream (black raspberry or mint chip)

I went to my cousin's wedding in Ohio last weekend where my mom officiated (first!). It was beautiful, but i didn't take any pictures. I always forget that I have a camera.

Friday, July 17, 2009

in the echo chamber

this month from emusic:

david bowie reality- even though it is new stuff, he is good. i recorded Pennebaker's Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars off of Palladia and have had Space Oddity stuck in my head for weeks.
eels hombre loco- i used to listen to them all the time.
hoodoo gurus stoneage romeo- just the half of the album i somehow didn't already have.
michael jackson thriller- because it's good and i heard it a lot this week for some reason.
st. vincent actor-because the singer was described as having "photogenic gamine looks" and the title sounded vaguely tragic.
pixies- a couple songs that have gone missing off of various hard drives.

if someone asked me my favorite album I would probably say:

the pixies doolittle

three great movies i saw this week that may be some of the my favorite films released this year:

Great writing, great filmmaking. Love scifi. Love it. Makers of really good scifi have a special place in my heart and, probably, heaven. Sam Rockwell (as Sam Bell) was awesome as the lonely mooninite and demonstrates that having yourself as company isn't all that great. Of course, we already knew that. I just googled some Moon soundtrack-related questions and stumbled upon a review that called Sam a 'shambolic everyman'. It sounds right, but according to my close-minded spellcheck, it isn't.

I must be feeling pretty disconnected because being alone in space felt both ominous and familiar. Sometimes, I too feel like my heart is somewhere else and I'm just winding down the clock. Writer/director Duncan Jones is David Bowie's son. Inevitably, my "Space Oddity" mental soundtrack resurfaced with a vengeance. What a great song (not in the movie, to be clear).

The Hurt Locker
I spend a lot of time thinking about war. Too much, maybe, but that is what the current job entails. I went to see this with a bunch of people from the office after my enthusiasm for the trailer proved contagious. Katheryn Bigelow's film effectively conveys how i've envisioned the experience of war would be: harrowing, randomly unjust, confusing as hell, and completely devoid of bullshit St. Crispin's day-style inspiring speeches. I thought a lot about disconnecting (from community) and sitting in a tin can after seeing this, too.

A couple of months ago, I was editing an interview with a war hero who'd attempted suicide (and is still struggling with PTSD and wrote a book) and the realization that he and I were the same age stopped me cold. I'd known already, but hadn't processed exactly what it meant. I discussed this briefly with a few people who wrongly interpreted that I was marveling at our vastly different life experience, but it was actually the responsibility I owe him. Not not me --or him-- specifically, though. Generations collectively bear their burdens-- and these are my peers. Iraq war II is our albatross and it won't be going away any time soon. It was just the sudden and overwhelming vision of a society touched by that kind of trauma that gave me pause. The Hurt Locker gives glimpses of that without making it the focus of the film.

500 Days of Summer
I saw myself in it, but instead of feeling run over by a truck, I felt good. It was like something that might be called... perspective. It was also funny. This was augmented by the dude with the great laugh sitting in the center of the theater near the front row. I also fell deeply in love with Tom (Joseph Gordon-Levitt) when he sang "Here Comes Your Man". (see above) It turns out I have a relatively new and surprising fondness for karaoke since my first experience with it this past January at a gay bar in Indiana.

I decided a while ago that I was not gonna write any more reviews. Consider these shambolic post-list ramblings.