Thursday, January 31, 2008

The problem with renaissance boy

Phew. So, every weekend of late, I've been practicing and performing with a small church folk band. It's lots of fun, but jeez I want to play every instrument. All at the same time. I've seen those one man band dudes (you know.. the ones with the drum strapped to their backs, cymbals at the knees, guitar/accordion in hands and harmonica in mouth, or perhaps some horn), and that's just crazy talk. So I play bass, cause they need a bass.

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Left to my own devices


Wow would I like a mouse. Not a real mouse, but.. well, I suppose it is real. I mean: Not the mammal, but a computer mouse. I suppose I don't even have to explain that much seeing as this is some sort of blog and it would be unlikely I was talking about the mammal in the first place. Nevertheless, I don't quite have a desk yet, and I can't seem to rig up some satisfactory system for using a mouse. Now that I think about it, I already have a mouse. It's a satisfactory workspace I need.
Anyways, right now all I can seem to use is my synaptic pointing device. I know. Its name gets me excited too, but it really is annoying to use because it always clicks when I don't mean to. Yes yes, I know I can adjust the sensitivity and whatnot, but it doesn't seem to make that much difference. I can't tell you how irritating it is when I'm trying to draw stupid pictures on Paint when little lines keep appearing because I swept across the pad too hard or quickly or something. I am getting pretty quick with the 'undo' function though, not to mention how much harder it is to make nice smooth lines than as opposed to a mouse. Just imagine if I had a tablet or something like those web comic artists. Man that would kick.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

David Chewing

Here's the first movie I made. It was some time ago



Monday, January 21, 2008

Wayne's World


You know, alot of people scoff at me when I say Wayne's World is one of the great movies of our time, and I'm probably wrong. But I often find myself refering to this or that moment in the movie, as I encounter my daily life. Everyone has seen it you know, so when I make casual reference to getting beaten to death with your own shoes (I suppose that's the sequel), we can all understand.
Like yesterday, I heard a Wendy's commercial on the radio that said "rapping to make chicken sound cool is just wrong" and I couldn't help but think about Noah, of Noah's Arcade when he's talking to Wayne on the new set of Wayne's World. He was all like "Come bust a move where the games are played, It's cool It's hip It's Noah's Arcade." Word.
Nevermind. I just re-read that. No wonder I'm always laughing by myself.

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Walking to school

It takes me roughly half an hour to walk to school. I can't wait 'till the snow goes away and I can bike. I guess I could already be biking, but it is all snowing all the time. The snow wouldn't be so bad, but there's no such thing as cold here anymore, so generally all the streets and walks are slushy and salty and dirty. This may sound rediculous, but I bought a shiny bike this fall, and I don't want to get it dirty. Okay, that definitely sounded rediculous, but that's the way everything sounds. So I keep walking. It makes me super-lean.

Monday, January 7, 2008

Polar Bears


So now that i've moved away from the north I can write about polar bears. Had I written earlier, some jerk polar bear, having read my blog in his cubicle out on frozen Hudson Bay, might have made it his duty to maul me to death on my way home from hockey one night. Call me a paranoid superstitious-bot, but wouldn't that have been cream on the cake, or icing, or whatnot.
Anyways, can you believe tourists pay thousands of dollars to go up north to see polar bears?! Some don't even want to shoot at them! Personally, living on the outskirts of town not far from the dump, they're the last thing I wanted to see. Should I want to see one now, I'll go look at a skinny depressed one at the Toronto Zoo.
I did see a fox and a rabbit in Chesterfield. They were cute, but someone said the fox has rabies. They're not bears though, so I don't know why I wrote that.