coffee has turned on me. i have had 7 cups today and am still yawning like it is the end of the world.

i will sleep out in the gutter.

may i, once again, re-direct your gaze elsewhere? all of my extra energy is being utilized by composing other letters of which you suckers will never read.

so, as a constellation, go here.


till next time.
trb.

good news.

i received a letter yesterday:


Congratulations! Your film THE THINGS MY PARENT TAUGHT ME has been selected for exhibition in the 15th Annual $100 Film Festival to be held March 8-10, 2007.

and.

The festival provides one way shipping of your work. At the completion of the Festival, your film will be shipped back to you, pre-paid, along with a souvenir program, poster and screening fee.

a screening fee?!?!

how exciting is that?

trb.

walked home tonite with my old banker. this kid had the most fantastic laugh and is going to teach me to be a hypnotist.

learned of new funding under way for my delightful animation project.

things are so fantastic when the mood strikes.

trb.

i have been having a morning of pure indulgence. i am still in my pajamas, watching movies, and drinking coffee floats. i am going to be eating nachos with yogurt soon.

the coffee float was so delicious. java blend's fog city blend, with real vanilla bean ice cream. i feel like some sort of celebrity, except for the dingy pajamas.

well, got to get back to lounging.

p.s. if you are in the hali area, this is a warning. apparently this evening is the world's largest pub crawl or some shit. i am not stepping foot outside of my apartment after sunset.

Five Minutes of Intense.

Dearest LuLu,

You have made me stand proud.
With thoughts of you, my swagger increases.
You sold me my first professional mustache.

I think of you and I can enter any room I want, with pride.

I will miss you forever.

I will cherish you forever.

truly,
Andy Rogenous.

That Mitchell and Webb Look - Toothbrush Marketing

i picked this little gem up from discokuusisto's site. i laughed so hard.

and.

i am too effing lazy to do my own update still.

Giving in to Tempation.

Yeah, so I am feeling lazy and plagiaristic. I saw this on someone else's posting. Avoiding work on the computer and linking through Friend's pages can do this to you. I tried it out and was oddly impressed.

You know the drill, player on random and watch the results roll in.

Enjoy.

Opening Credits:
The Hardest Button to Button - The White Stripes

Waking Up:
Chile Your Waters Run Red Through Soweto - Billy Bragg

First Day At School:
Lesson 02b - Language Learning Sapnish

Falling In Love:
Lonely - Tom Waits

Fight Song:
Bus-A-Bus Interlude - Missy Elliott

Breaking Up:
Her Room - Tiger Lilies

School Ball:
Accept Yourself - The Smiths

Life's OK:
Doot Doot Ploot - Hidden Cameras

Mental Breakdown:
Naomi - Neutral Milk Hotel

Driving
Capturing Moods - Rilo Kiley

Flashback:
I Know It's Gonna Happen Someday - Morrissey

Getting Back Together:
Flight of the Icarus - Iron Maiden

Wedding:
William, it was Really Nothing - The Smiths

Birth of Child:
No Name #4 - Elliott Smith

Final Battle:
Big Black Mariah - Tom Waits

Death Scene:
Is There a Beat Generation - Jack Kerouac

Funeral Song:
Can I Play with Madness - Iron Maiden

End Credits:
Closing Time - Tom Waits

My day kinda sucked enough to not want to tell you people anything, so, take what you can get.

hahahahahahhahahahahaha.

trb.

The painting is drawing to a close. About time as well. There was a mishap which set me back quite a bit. The paint store mistinted the green I had chosen for my room, so I had to repaint it. I love the colour of it now though.

The living room is quite smashing as well. Imagine you have a can of magic, you open it up and it covers your walls. That is what my living room is now. Pure magic.

Still no phone.

A friend of mine bought a gorgeous road bike of which I will be eternally envious of. When we went to the bike shop, I fell in love with a bicycle. A Jamis Aurora touring bike. A shoddy photo is at the top of this post. It is 1000 dollars, so it will not be parked next to Bertha any time soon.

My studio is well on it's way to being fully functional, and I am looking into funding for another animation. Such fun.


over and out.

practising hermit.

on the road to loserberg.

i am so giddy about my new place i never want to leave it. so, i don't.

well, i do. i went to lunnenberg today. that was fun.

still no phone and i am kinda enjoying that. i may forgo the phone forever. i have a bike, two legs, internet. what do i need a stinking phone for?

so, funny moving story.

i fell out of the back of the u-haul. it was about a four foot drop. i went from a standing position to landing face/head first on rusty fence and frozen ground. the large bin of bedding i was carrying did not touch the ground once. my killer instincts kicked in to protect the tupperware container full of duvets and sheets. i shielded them with my body. how fantastic is that?

also.


i need help with the colour scheme for my kitchen. the budget is non-existent now, but i can be resourceful if need be. if you are interested in putting in your three cents (i like the wage increase) and help me pick a color, drop me a line. or just drop in.

i am too high on paint fumes to continue.

yesssssssssssss.

trb.

Dear Airstream,

I like you very much. Now that you have re-designed the Bambi trailer, I am the happiest kid on the block. It almost makes me want to get a job! No trailer has ever done that for me before. Thank you.

heaving boxes.

i am moving. i finally found an apartment on my own. i have decided to stick with hali for just under a year as there may be decent work for me in the near future. my new apartment is huge, and i have a small studio space.


and, i can do four chin-ups in a row, take a 2 minute break and do three more. i am so strong. i would totally date me.



the recess bandit.


p.s. some photos of the new bachelor pad. i am painting the place tomorrow cause it looks like ass currently.

kitchen

living room

and there is a huge bedroom, and stairs with a banister, and a tiny studio. but the studio is 7.5 feet by 7.5 feet, so i guess it isn't that small, really.

Solar Tube Skylights.

This just made my year. Brilliant.

I recently got a haircut from a friend and as a trade I was to take photos of the new haircut. I did a photo shoot with myself, which is very difficult for me. There were a ton of technical difficulties, as well as me being very uncomfortable during the entire thing.

The thing that gets me though is how I look.


Do I really walk around with this look on my face? I look as if I am emotionaly dead or something.

Emotional States.

I keep telling myself that I will not get emotional and sucked into Battlestar Galactica, but it just keeps happening again and again. I am holding my breath during battles and rescue missions. I am getting misty eyed over the drama and touching speeches. I really, really want to know who the other five are. I am shouting to characters on my screen. It is truly ridiculous.

Things are good. The Jesus Season is almost over. This one was my best one yet.

I also received advice regarding my medical condition to see a chiropractor. Get adjusted. I have been trying to find a chiropractor in this city for a few weeks now. I miss getting snapped and popped.


I got nothing else. Not really.

OOOhhhhhhh, two posts in one day....

I got the results from my blood work today. I was hoping for a vitamin deficiency. I even thought it was a good omen when someone I knew came out of my doctor's office, having just had her B12 shot.

Good news bad/bad news scenario. There is nothing wrong with any of my organs, I am not vitiam deficient, so it is probably all in my head. Which is the bad news. I probably have something firing wrong inside my brain, which means I have to go for MRI's, CTScans, and all that jazz. There are soooo many ways in which that sucks.

But this whining and dining my irrational fears is not what this entry is about.

After leaving the doctor's office, I felt really low. I needed a night to myself. I needed relief.

I needed to get drunk.

Only I don't drink alcohol, so, I needed to get drunk on food.

I went shopping for junk food.

This is where is gets ridiculous. You know what I bought?

Two cans of Organic Carbonated Juice, naturally sweetened, and two grapefruits.

Pathetic.

I tried really hard to buy some crap, but nothing appealed to me.

I was even more depressed at my recent failure, so, I forced myself to go out and buy myself a soda pop.

591 ML of Dr. Pepper.


It is going to be magic.


trb.

Still Delirious.

Dear Norwalk Virus, I totally just kicked your ass.

yes, it has been a fun few days for the bandit. When presented with the overwhelming task of dealing with the virus I did not believe in previously, I suggest eating honey-crisp apples very slowly. By slowly, I mean eating one over the course of a day. It is true. I am an eater, a big eater as many know. Others eat nothing during their Norwalk visit. I eat apples.

Ramble.

I have been slowly losing the use of my extensions. My fingers, my toes, up to my arms and my legs. They just go numb, I have been losing strength in them as well. My vision is turning into a fish eye lens, you know the kind that every skate photo is taken with.

I went to the doctor, because my arms have been turning to mush more aggressively these days, I figured it was a pinched nerve. I told my doctor of the ailments and she told me I would have to wear a cloth neck collar while I slept. I laughed and told her of my Nana, and we both laughed at the hilarity of it all. Something was wrong with my neck. hahahahaha.

"So, I guess that explains the lose of sensation in my feet as well?"

Her smile dropped immediately, she stumbled and stretched her mouth out again. My doctor turned away from me and started arranging things on her desk.

"We can get through this, we can totally deal with this." she never looked at me once.
"We have to get you in to the neurologist. Uhm, okay, go for some blood work and then we will make the appointment. Wait, no, we have to make the appointment right away. This is fine."

My doctor panicked.
My doctor panicked, and then she asked me how old I was, and then she told me it was probably a vitamin deficiency, and that I should not worry.

How am I not supposed to worry?

Have you ever seen your doctor panic over your symptoms? It totally sucks.

Carrot Top scares the crap out of me.

And.


My days have been made by the following bit of news that I am sure at least one of you is going to appreciate. Twitch City is now available on DVD. Yes it is. I already have my copy. So lovely.