I had a longer post, but I accidently pressed the "turn off the computer" key on my computer (for the third time today, but the other times were because I was taking off the keys on my keyboard to thoroughly clean it) and I don't feel like retyping the preamble. To sum up in point form:
* nice, quiet Christmas
* tasty homemade treats
* Anna sent mom a letter about Grammie
* Mom cried
* I teared up
* I became sort of jealous of Anna (She remembers Grammie more vividly than I and she expressed her feelings in a well-written letter that I was jealous of as an aspiring writer)
* Lots of turkey to use up.
* Spent two days in a row in Pajama pants (ooooooooooooh, yeah)
Here's what I got for Christmas:
Corinthian Cream Wafers: Delicious treats in a nice can.
Terry's Chocolate Orange: A Christmas tradition.
Sniff tissues: It's a Christmas tradition (I had a really runny nose as a child).
An Ice Scraper: Mom, I love you but... the Hell?
Cartooning Kit: I got this last year. I really should use it.
Mouthwash pocket paks: I like 'em.
A Toothpaste and a Pen: I love getting a fresh new toothbrush and I like pens. But what sort of sick fuck thinks that they must be sold in the same package? Now, how about some panty hose and a spork? This is a product for crazy people, by crazy people.
Gorillaz - Demon Days: A sweet CD, but I haven't had time to listen to it all. Still, I really like a Gorillaz style of cross-genre tunes. Plus it's nice to know that comic artist Jamie Hewlitt is still getting work drawing the band.
Frank Black - Honeycomb: Not as sweet as some of his other stuff, but still really good.
Simpsons Mini-Calendar: It contains some classic Simpsons moments. Also, Smarch.
Sweater and Socks: Warm and fuzzy.
13 Hours of Noir: a cheap little DVD collection with 9 public domain noir flicks. They don't all look that great but there are some premises in there. I only watched "Detour" which had a great premise, but little pay-off.
Wolverine Action Figue: Damn cool. He's about to pounce on my Heap figure as we speak.
Shadow of the Collossus: I want to play this sooooo bad. Now I have to wait till the PS3 comes out, (assuming my budget will allow it). Or maybe see if Jordan would sell his PS2 after he gets his PS3. Come on Jordan, unless the PS3 decides not to have backwards compatibility with PS one, you won't need it. Do it! Do the deed- *ahem* sorry.
The Comic Book Encyclopedia: Really big and informative, though I have issues with the lengths of certain entries, plus there's way to much unimportant and uninteresting golden age info. Also, some of the info on certain recent projects seems unimportant enough to not be listed. Also ,some entries could have better pictures. And there's the occasional typo that is distracting but other than that it's pretty cool.
The Quitter: Harvey Pekar's (American Splendor) most personal work and first new work for DC. Looks like it's going to be a great read.
Superman: Secret Identity: Awesome! One of my favourite comics, this is the tale of a man named Clack Kent. As a boy, he hated being a Kansis farmboy named Clark Kent, mostly because the name and background is too similar to a certain fictional man of steel. Growing tired of nothing but Superman-related birthday gifts and stale jokes, he's sick do death of the character and his name. But while on a camping trip, Clark discovers that he has more in common with Superman than just a name. A great, touching story of gorwing up and growing old.
Vinamarama: I haven't got it yet, but I was told I would. I'm really looking forward to reading it. It's about an Indian 20-something who is engaged to be married to a girl he's never meet, must look after his young brother and must find away to save the world from being destroyed by an ancient force. A romantic comedy on the cusp of the apocalypse.
$40 gift certicate for Strange Adventures: I assume this is from the twins, but there was no identification oon either the envolope or the certificate. I used it to buy:
Ultimate Spider-Man Vol. 14: these things come out faster than I can by them. I love the book but please give me at minute! Stop being so prolific Bendis!
Doom Patrol: Down Paradise Way: Super-powered schizoids! Sentient transvetite streets with frilly gun shops! A fictional super-hero teaming up with a non-fictional fictional superhero team. This books like having David Lynch doing the Fantastic Four.
Friday, December 30, 2005
Friday, December 23, 2005
Tippy Tippy Tay
Well, we had our final annual all night get together last Saturday/Sunday and the next day we had said had a going away party for the twins and frankly, I'm still a bit tuckered. I think I could use a break from my friends. But nonetheless, I had a great time. Here's a quick log of what happened in those three days.
Saturday, 1:34PM -Arrived at Jordan's late. It wasn't my fault, but I kind of wish it was, since Jordan being pissed off is hilarious. He was watching a poorly animated cartoon about pixies trying to become Christmas elves. So, does this mean that elf is a rank rather than a creature or are these guys just trying to change species? If these are different races and Santa only desires help from an elven race, does that make santa racist? And in what way where the species different. I was clearly way in over my head here. Clearly, this is a subject that Oliver Stone should handle in his next film. It would have to be better than that piece of shit Alexander film.
2:20ish PM - After we watched Jordan mess around with Katamari Damashi (or is it Damacy. For some reason I remember some un-Japanese like spelling) for a while, we played Mario Kart Double Dash. That game does not get old. Of course, then again, we don't play it that often, but I love it. There's something fun of the teamwork of the game, especially with Aiden. Now there's a teammate. Now don't get me wrong, I like Darcy and Jordan, but Jordan is the bossy type and Darcy... we'll it's not his playing so much as his personality. I can't put my finger on what it is about Darcy that doesn't make him my choice but I guess it's that. I like him and I have no problem with his personality (except when he smells or tries to dry hump me) but it doesn't seem appropriate for the game. I just don't feel that he wants to win. I know he'd like to win but he doesn't want it.
Jordan, on the other hand, has the "winning edge". That's the name of the switchblade he'll cut you with if he feels that, as a teammate, you impede his winning. I'd much rather be his hated enemy with than his hated teammate. After all, he makes a more than worthy opponent and I still have someone to fall back on.
Aiden makes a great other player because he knows how to support my so-so game playing and turn my second place into first. He found a way to take a seemingly shallow and empty supporting player role (on his insistence) in which he just shoots stuff, and made up for my weaknesses in cornering and trap evasion. Plus we were all about the blue sparks. Bravo Aiden. Even when we weren't number one... I wasn't on Jordan's team. Oh, and I felt like a winner or something.
6:00-ish PM- Dinner was good. I suck at old arcade games. I know that they're hard... but man do I suck.
7:30-ish PM - Jordan's a timewasting dick. Driving around with Trevor on top of us might seem fun to you, but the joke didn't really get any funnier. Strange how Trevor actually believed you when you said you were taking him to your place for, like, the third time. Some people never learn.
8:40-ish PM - We played Karaoke Revolution. It was awesome. None of us sang well, but half of us sang competently and used the right pitch that the game wanted, so good enough for me. The twins did well towards the end, but the problem is that they are even more shy than Jordan, and he aspires to be a recluse. The hardest parts were the bits of song no one seems to remember (I assumed that there was just mostly refrain in "Play that Funky Music.") I was the overall victor, but I think that Jordan was a damned good contender and even beat me in a song neither of us had heard of (probably because it was terrible). I think I did as well as I did because most of my song picks were eighties hits, and I have a thing for the music of the eighties. They have a certain melody that I follow better than generations of music. I think everyone wanted to play again, but Jordan didn't want to have his money wasted on board games.
12:50-ish PM - Pictionary. I really don't remember this game sucking as much as it did. It was cute for a half hour, but FOUR FUCKING HOURS OF THE GAME IS FUCKING ANNOYING. I also don't remember the terrible rule set. I hate the "all play" turns, which are seemingly all of them. I think it's dumb in principle cause often when we did simultaneous pictures, we'd would kinda point to the guy closest to the truth. I like idea of making crappy drawing and trying to get people to figure out what it means is fun. Unfortunately it doesn't last as long as the game thinks it should.
4:00 PM: Scattegories - This is a fun game. Unlike Pictionary and Taboo, which is about conveying a simple idea with limitations, it is more about trying to think of an original and less obvious answers with keeping in the guidelines. Still, I had issues about some player's choice of hero. I really don't know whose less of a hero: Kelsey Grammer or King Kong. Very depressing.
6:00 PM: Taboo - Great game. The last time we played this the best part was Darcy screwing up and saying things he specifically wasn't supposed to say. This time the best part was Jordan going psycho when his players couldn't figure his clues out. Oh, Jordan, you're hatred and your competitive nature are so entertaining.
Monday:
That was a pretty good time. Does anyone know how to light a stove anymore? Very informative... that's all I can think of.
Saturday, 1:34PM -Arrived at Jordan's late. It wasn't my fault, but I kind of wish it was, since Jordan being pissed off is hilarious. He was watching a poorly animated cartoon about pixies trying to become Christmas elves. So, does this mean that elf is a rank rather than a creature or are these guys just trying to change species? If these are different races and Santa only desires help from an elven race, does that make santa racist? And in what way where the species different. I was clearly way in over my head here. Clearly, this is a subject that Oliver Stone should handle in his next film. It would have to be better than that piece of shit Alexander film.
2:20ish PM - After we watched Jordan mess around with Katamari Damashi (or is it Damacy. For some reason I remember some un-Japanese like spelling) for a while, we played Mario Kart Double Dash. That game does not get old. Of course, then again, we don't play it that often, but I love it. There's something fun of the teamwork of the game, especially with Aiden. Now there's a teammate. Now don't get me wrong, I like Darcy and Jordan, but Jordan is the bossy type and Darcy... we'll it's not his playing so much as his personality. I can't put my finger on what it is about Darcy that doesn't make him my choice but I guess it's that. I like him and I have no problem with his personality (except when he smells or tries to dry hump me) but it doesn't seem appropriate for the game. I just don't feel that he wants to win. I know he'd like to win but he doesn't want it.
Jordan, on the other hand, has the "winning edge". That's the name of the switchblade he'll cut you with if he feels that, as a teammate, you impede his winning. I'd much rather be his hated enemy with than his hated teammate. After all, he makes a more than worthy opponent and I still have someone to fall back on.
Aiden makes a great other player because he knows how to support my so-so game playing and turn my second place into first. He found a way to take a seemingly shallow and empty supporting player role (on his insistence) in which he just shoots stuff, and made up for my weaknesses in cornering and trap evasion. Plus we were all about the blue sparks. Bravo Aiden. Even when we weren't number one... I wasn't on Jordan's team. Oh, and I felt like a winner or something.
6:00-ish PM- Dinner was good. I suck at old arcade games. I know that they're hard... but man do I suck.
7:30-ish PM - Jordan's a timewasting dick. Driving around with Trevor on top of us might seem fun to you, but the joke didn't really get any funnier. Strange how Trevor actually believed you when you said you were taking him to your place for, like, the third time. Some people never learn.
8:40-ish PM - We played Karaoke Revolution. It was awesome. None of us sang well, but half of us sang competently and used the right pitch that the game wanted, so good enough for me. The twins did well towards the end, but the problem is that they are even more shy than Jordan, and he aspires to be a recluse. The hardest parts were the bits of song no one seems to remember (I assumed that there was just mostly refrain in "Play that Funky Music.") I was the overall victor, but I think that Jordan was a damned good contender and even beat me in a song neither of us had heard of (probably because it was terrible). I think I did as well as I did because most of my song picks were eighties hits, and I have a thing for the music of the eighties. They have a certain melody that I follow better than generations of music. I think everyone wanted to play again, but Jordan didn't want to have his money wasted on board games.
12:50-ish PM - Pictionary. I really don't remember this game sucking as much as it did. It was cute for a half hour, but FOUR FUCKING HOURS OF THE GAME IS FUCKING ANNOYING. I also don't remember the terrible rule set. I hate the "all play" turns, which are seemingly all of them. I think it's dumb in principle cause often when we did simultaneous pictures, we'd would kinda point to the guy closest to the truth. I like idea of making crappy drawing and trying to get people to figure out what it means is fun. Unfortunately it doesn't last as long as the game thinks it should.
4:00 PM: Scattegories - This is a fun game. Unlike Pictionary and Taboo, which is about conveying a simple idea with limitations, it is more about trying to think of an original and less obvious answers with keeping in the guidelines. Still, I had issues about some player's choice of hero. I really don't know whose less of a hero: Kelsey Grammer or King Kong. Very depressing.
6:00 PM: Taboo - Great game. The last time we played this the best part was Darcy screwing up and saying things he specifically wasn't supposed to say. This time the best part was Jordan going psycho when his players couldn't figure his clues out. Oh, Jordan, you're hatred and your competitive nature are so entertaining.
Monday:
That was a pretty good time. Does anyone know how to light a stove anymore? Very informative... that's all I can think of.
Thursday, December 08, 2005
A serious post
You may not be interested in this post in that it deals with a personal loss. If you are looking for frivolity please wait until my next post. There might also be typos since I think the keyboard is rather insensitive.
My Grandmother had past away this past Monday. She will be missed by many just as she was loved by many.
Frankly, I haven't had a really good cry yet and the loss itself hasn't really sunk in. And it usually doesn't take much to make me cry. It just feels weird and I wan to cry but I could only cry for short intervals during the past week.
I found out on Monday night and on Tuesday I just went to work like nothing happened. I knew what had happened and I knew things were supposed to be different, but it didn't really feel that way.
I didn't cry really cry until I arrived in Moncton on Wednesday and even then I was only for a few short minutes. We went to the wake that day, which was rather uncomfortable. I spent a good amount of time in the coffee/tea room, drinking what can loosely be referred to as tea, but is in fact brown hot-sugar milk, since I felt like having a lot of sugar. The wake was not as uncomfortable as I thought it would be and there was as much laughter as there were tears. I guess I expected everyone to subdue any sort of joking but if anything, I think the loss and the need for comfort made us joke around more and made us feel a bit better. The funeral home was friendly and respectful, bu my one complain is seeing the body. Frankly, I though I would cry longer after seeing the body, bu I was more comfortable with it than I expected, but I had to comfort my mother, who began to cry loudly before the body. What was most discomforting about it was the fac had some imperfections removed, making it not look like a real body.
I actually perferred the wake to the funeral mass today. I wasn't uncomfortable or offended by the mass, but I felt that there was a bit more closure in the wake and the wake was a bit more personal. I also acted as a pallbearer (I don't remember or feel like looking up the actual spelling). This was my first funeral, and in my heart I wish it was my last, but we all know that's not true. I just though you should all know.
I'll most likely show up for anime Saturday night, but don't try to "act" natural, because there is nothing more unnatural than someone acting natural. Don't worry about me, I think I'll be normal, if a bit more soft spoken. Just warnin' ya that if I spotenious start crying (and I doubt I will), you'll know why.
My Grandmother had past away this past Monday. She will be missed by many just as she was loved by many.
Frankly, I haven't had a really good cry yet and the loss itself hasn't really sunk in. And it usually doesn't take much to make me cry. It just feels weird and I wan to cry but I could only cry for short intervals during the past week.
I found out on Monday night and on Tuesday I just went to work like nothing happened. I knew what had happened and I knew things were supposed to be different, but it didn't really feel that way.
I didn't cry really cry until I arrived in Moncton on Wednesday and even then I was only for a few short minutes. We went to the wake that day, which was rather uncomfortable. I spent a good amount of time in the coffee/tea room, drinking what can loosely be referred to as tea, but is in fact brown hot-sugar milk, since I felt like having a lot of sugar. The wake was not as uncomfortable as I thought it would be and there was as much laughter as there were tears. I guess I expected everyone to subdue any sort of joking but if anything, I think the loss and the need for comfort made us joke around more and made us feel a bit better. The funeral home was friendly and respectful, bu my one complain is seeing the body. Frankly, I though I would cry longer after seeing the body, bu I was more comfortable with it than I expected, but I had to comfort my mother, who began to cry loudly before the body. What was most discomforting about it was the fac had some imperfections removed, making it not look like a real body.
I actually perferred the wake to the funeral mass today. I wasn't uncomfortable or offended by the mass, but I felt that there was a bit more closure in the wake and the wake was a bit more personal. I also acted as a pallbearer (I don't remember or feel like looking up the actual spelling). This was my first funeral, and in my heart I wish it was my last, but we all know that's not true. I just though you should all know.
I'll most likely show up for anime Saturday night, but don't try to "act" natural, because there is nothing more unnatural than someone acting natural. Don't worry about me, I think I'll be normal, if a bit more soft spoken. Just warnin' ya that if I spotenious start crying (and I doubt I will), you'll know why.
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