grateful.

i am so happy i am not being chased by a dinosaur. it is all i have thought about for the past few days. i have started to worry that i may run into a dinosaur around the corner and cannot bike away fast enough.

i am developing some sort of dino-phobia.

i don't kiss losers and i don't kiss winners.

my head is buzzing with fantastics tales. my fingers have no desire to type them out.

one thing i will tell you, i had a fantastic weekend. i meet some wonderful folks.

i also experienced some folks making "suggestions" for how i ought to conduct my affairs, or rather lack thereof.

i am referring to being happily single for a significant period of time. is it really so bad to like being alone? having a queen size bed to myself? not finding someone else's hair in the sink?

dating someone bossy would suck. i am waiting for someone spectacular to travel my way. i think i deserve it, being such a catch and all.

Marry Me Jon Stewart.

The following link is to a clip from the daily show regarding a person going through a transition and being fired over it. The Daily Show has managed to do another wonderful job.

enjoy: http://www.ifilm.com/video/2845521

for pete's sake.

what an effing seven day stint it has been.

i used to have dreams that Vonnegut and I were drinking whiskey in random bars. He would just happen to be where ever I was.

i am going back to bed.

trb.

Failure to destroy.

my plan for last evening was not followed through. instead of hitting the sauce as i had planned, i chatted with friends. today i am not puking.

i did manage to put together a crack team of animators though for a collaboration.

fucking heartbreak.

i lost a very dear friend and it is making me crazy. one second i am doing that scream cry, sobbing uncontrollably, then a split second later, full calmness.

i feel like kicking and screaming and punching and biting.

three days now in a strange sobbing paralysis.

fuck.

there are many folks that i am supposed to get a hold of that are just going to have to wait.

tonite, i drink myself silly.

tomorrow, i puke for hours, hopefully.

i will be fine by next friday.

my ears are in love.

two of the best things i have heard in the past few days are:

1) you put the suppository up the old cooley,stand on your head and let it get to work. (cooley is also the nickname of my old housemate)

2) you've seen my downstairs mix-up (after flashing someone).

chances are, these are not as amusing for you folks as they are me, but that is the way the cookie crumbles ya brats.

trb.

cue the whirring sound...I am back folks. the kid downstairs is back into paying bills, and i am piggy backing once again. no more standing in the library or sneaking off at parties to send poorly written e-mails in a mad dash to stay in touch with all my favorite kids.

life is pretty good these days and i am currently pursuing my life long dream job. working with the post office. this is no joke. i want to be a letter carrier so badly. what better job for me. i could get jacked up on coffee, strap on an over-weight carrying sack and wander all around town avoiding human contact. i do that now for free, it is just as well i join one of the best unions around and make an effing career out of it.

plus, i love the mail. some could say it is a slight obbsession.

so, look for me wandering the streets, looking surly and uniformed and know that my heart is singing.

such fun.

till next time losers,
the recess bandit.


oh yeah, the picture above is a shortbread cookie made for me for my housewarming party by my former housemate.

it was so delicious.

out of the loop.

i do not have internet at home anymore. as it turns out, my downstairs neighbour, whose router has been providing me of late, has neglected to pay the bills. maybe i will have to suck it up and pay for my own connection.

in the mean time, have you been to indecisive's place recently? there are some hilariously gross tales there, and her cynicism is still in place. in a world of unreliable internet connections, i can still rely on my kid sister to see the dark at the end of the tunnel. whatever you do, don't wish her a happy new year!

till we meet again....if internet ever returns to my house.


the recess bandit.

i have decided to grow a moustache through sheer will power.

Finally Snapped.

Something strange is going on.
I think I may have finally snapped, or, I am actually such a pure genius I have kept it under wraps from even my self up until now. Recently, I have started muttering to myself, well, I should clarify. I have always been a mutterer, rattling about town, grimacing and chatting to myself. It is just something I have learned to accept and not worry to much about. The problem is not the mutterings, rather the direction they are taking.

It seems as though I have started to solve math problems in my head. I catch myself going through these strange equations to which I haven't the slightest idea where the numbers came from. Seriously. It over took me one day, and I actually stopped dead on the street, trying to calculate as many decimals as possible for 14 into 333. I had arrived at these two numbers through a series of multiplying and dividing, but haven't any idea what, if anything, I was trying to solve.

The ridiculous thing about all of this, I am hopeless at math unless I use a calculator. I am a finger counter. It has always been a slight embarrassment, but I could never calculate in my head. I still can't, when I am fully conscious. But these Math Trances are different. My fingers stay in my pockets, I am solving the equations without their assistance.

I have gone through a ton of theories as to why these strange states are hitting me. My favorite one yet? Somehow I am connected to the Eye of Jupiter and that the fleet is tapping into me to chart their path home, to Earth. Worst case? It is the cylons that tapped in, and I am, in fact, one of the remaining five.

So, who wants to help me with the buckles on my straight jacket?

trb.

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.