Matt Furie has some wicked cool art. Although it is at times disturbing...
Anyways, there is a cool interview with him here, plus lots more art. He is making a comic book and it looks pretty rad.
Also, now that YouTube is back up, watch this:
Now imagine having that song in your head for a week straight. Not that I'm complaining, but still.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
There Goes My Gunn
ALIVE, still.
A refrain from blogging has been kind of necessary lately. Mostly from school but also everything else.
It has snowed like crazy. Cold? Yes, wonderfully so. I smile more in winter than any other season. It's so cold and perfect outside. The wind blows my hood off and my hair is caught in the wind and it's nice. My moustache slowly or quickly turns to ice from walking to catch the bus. I'm ridiculously content in this. My car died again this weekend and we put a new battery and starter in it and it's a new car, all of a sudden.
Still, it was -40 with the wind today. That will freeze the smile off most anyone. So cold you can smell the burning of engines and furnaces trying to fight it off. Farenheit and Celsius meet at -40.
You know in Ghostbusters 2 when there is that river of slime under the city and everyone in New York is angry? That's what it's been like here lately, in Canada's newly crowned murder capital. During the Whyte ave riots, when there were the fires burning in the streets, I could almost taste violence and tension in the air. Downtown has given me that same feeling for the past few weeks. Since the middle of October I've felt dread and anxiety tearing me up. It's weird. I could feel something evil in the air, getting worse and worse. When I was driving, I could see cars driving into me and all the glass and metal crunching around my body. I could see violence at every turn. A couple weekends ago, all those stabbings happened, and Jon and I were within short walking distance of two of them while they were happening. After all that, I didn't see much point in leaving the house, except to work. Even then, I'm worrying about my parents and hoping they are ok even if I have no reason to worry. Friday I had the night off work and didn't bother to leave the house. Still though, I can feel it passing, more or less.
Some days are just good days, and today was one of them. Unexpectedly, the best way.
I don't know. I feel focused, and strangely happy. Must be all this cold...
A refrain from blogging has been kind of necessary lately. Mostly from school but also everything else.
It has snowed like crazy. Cold? Yes, wonderfully so. I smile more in winter than any other season. It's so cold and perfect outside. The wind blows my hood off and my hair is caught in the wind and it's nice. My moustache slowly or quickly turns to ice from walking to catch the bus. I'm ridiculously content in this. My car died again this weekend and we put a new battery and starter in it and it's a new car, all of a sudden.
Still, it was -40 with the wind today. That will freeze the smile off most anyone. So cold you can smell the burning of engines and furnaces trying to fight it off. Farenheit and Celsius meet at -40.
You know in Ghostbusters 2 when there is that river of slime under the city and everyone in New York is angry? That's what it's been like here lately, in Canada's newly crowned murder capital. During the Whyte ave riots, when there were the fires burning in the streets, I could almost taste violence and tension in the air. Downtown has given me that same feeling for the past few weeks. Since the middle of October I've felt dread and anxiety tearing me up. It's weird. I could feel something evil in the air, getting worse and worse. When I was driving, I could see cars driving into me and all the glass and metal crunching around my body. I could see violence at every turn. A couple weekends ago, all those stabbings happened, and Jon and I were within short walking distance of two of them while they were happening. After all that, I didn't see much point in leaving the house, except to work. Even then, I'm worrying about my parents and hoping they are ok even if I have no reason to worry. Friday I had the night off work and didn't bother to leave the house. Still though, I can feel it passing, more or less.
Some days are just good days, and today was one of them. Unexpectedly, the best way.
I don't know. I feel focused, and strangely happy. Must be all this cold...
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Sweet Evil Jesus!
There is a website for dogs in bee costumes.
There is a website full of dogs who are dressed as bees.
Dogs as bees, on a website.
BEEDOGz
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Weighted Down...
Looks like I'm spending the next two nights in Spruce Grove...and I didn't bring any clothes. Sick. With the cold weather my car has decided to quit on me. I asked my landlord if there were anymore parking spaces with plug-ins, and of course there were not, so I look fucked for winter. Where are you now, global warming?!
Winter has come for real this year, which normally would bring a nice relaxed feeling to me, but for the last few weeks I've felt nothing but dread. Something big and dark that I can't even fathom and I've felt something like an alarm going off in my head. Time to get out the old "The End is Extremely Fucking Nigh" sign and walk around downtown.
In much lighter news, Halloween was fun. Jono and I hit up the Old Bar in Stony where Jon took 2nd place and $75 for his Beetlejuice costume. And I drank a lot of tequila and didn't know where I was in the morning. Good times. Actually, when I woke up I felt really good, like everything was okay.
So, what is wrong, I wonder? When we were driving back from Calgary this weekend I couldn't sleep in the car because I had to watch the road while Dad drove. It was snowing badly and I was all "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH THE END IS NIGH AHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!1!" With the ones and everything. Then "You Can't Always Get What You Want" came on the radio, and for the second time that I can remember, that song made me feel like all was well. The other time was when I was delivering newspapers and I'd just watched 28 Days Later and I couldn't stand being outside and I kept running back to my car where it was safe and zombie free and then that song came on and I was all "Why am I running?"...
"I can feel it in my bones..."
zip zip zip zip zip zip zip zip zip zip zip
I hope I can fix everything soon.
I bet tonight I am going to dream. It happens everytime I sleep in my old bed.
GOO'NIGH
Winter has come for real this year, which normally would bring a nice relaxed feeling to me, but for the last few weeks I've felt nothing but dread. Something big and dark that I can't even fathom and I've felt something like an alarm going off in my head. Time to get out the old "The End is Extremely Fucking Nigh" sign and walk around downtown.
In much lighter news, Halloween was fun. Jono and I hit up the Old Bar in Stony where Jon took 2nd place and $75 for his Beetlejuice costume. And I drank a lot of tequila and didn't know where I was in the morning. Good times. Actually, when I woke up I felt really good, like everything was okay.
So, what is wrong, I wonder? When we were driving back from Calgary this weekend I couldn't sleep in the car because I had to watch the road while Dad drove. It was snowing badly and I was all "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH THE END IS NIGH AHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!1!" With the ones and everything. Then "You Can't Always Get What You Want" came on the radio, and for the second time that I can remember, that song made me feel like all was well. The other time was when I was delivering newspapers and I'd just watched 28 Days Later and I couldn't stand being outside and I kept running back to my car where it was safe and zombie free and then that song came on and I was all "Why am I running?"...
"I can feel it in my bones..."
zip zip zip zip zip zip zip zip zip zip zip
I hope I can fix everything soon.
I bet tonight I am going to dream. It happens everytime I sleep in my old bed.
GOO'NIGH
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