(Posting from my Blackberry, so we’ll chalk up any sentence/grammar weirdness to Transit rage).
Hey there. Been a couple of months (seriously, MONTHS?) since I last posted but wanted a quick “Don’t delete my RSS feed yet” before I forget entirely that I even have a blog. Twitter’s been my primary method of getting the word out, and since that’s limited to 140 characters, I guess I haven’t had much word that needed getting out as of late.
Work’s good, family’s good, there’s the Olympics coming, and so Vancouver is suddenly swamped with seemingly equal numbers of teal-jacketed volunteers, and black-jacketed security/police. Come the revolution, it’ll be like game of Risk, fought in colours.
Over xmas, I ripped ALL of my CDs to MP3 format (that I had left and/or re-bought, after two break-ins in the mid 90s), and I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t actually like very much of my music. Wait. That’s not true. I don’t like it on shuffle on my iPod. It’s like having everyone you’ve ever had a meal with come by and eat one fry with you, and then leave again.
It’s jarring, you know?
I didn’t ride my bike to work today, because it’s 1 degree out there, which means there out undoubtedly some icy bits, and I’m getting too old to have my 240lbs hit the cement from a height of three feet (at a speed of 35km/hr).
New Podcast is up at the podcast. It ain’t pretty, cause we were drankin’. Yikes.
Whoa, listening to a remix of Deelite’s “Groove Is In The Heart,” and there’s an alternate rap from Bootsy Collins. So maybe not all shuffling is jarring. Lots of stuff I have I wouldn’t think to listen to unless it was random.
Lots of life is like that.
Good parenting moment on Sunday. Rip was feeling low (tired, wanted to go home to play with his newly-purchased toys) and so we stood there in our jackets with our hands in our pockets, and instead of joining him in a mope, or telling him to cheer up (nothing makes me grumpier than being told to not be), we started having a rousing round of “elbow boxing,” which involves leaving your hands in your pockets and “boxing” your opponent with you elbows. It’s silly, but fun, and soon Ripley was throwing slow-motion haymakers with his elbows, sending me flying backwards into the nearby shoppers.
We have these little moments when it’s just us, cause we’re just waiting for something, and I enjoy making anybody laugh, but making a grumpy eight-year-old laugh is especially rewarding.
Gotta go now, Craig Fergusson is on Twitter as of last night, and somehow he totally translates to the blipvert style of microblogging.
Not so much.
So, National Blog Posting Month wasn’t exactly a action-packed thrillride adventure, but it’s good to at least feel guilty about not writing every day, so I have some reason to take note of the world around me, and at least think “Hey, I should probably write about that tonight, so I have something for Nablopomo.” Oh well. I think I only missed three or four days. Not too shabby.
Today, during my ride to work, I was listening to something from an EP by Burial, and at the 3min mark of the first of two 9min tracks, I closed my eyes for a moment (I’d been reading Twitter feeds, and for some reason, sitting sideways on the bus was making me a little queasy), and was suddenly and completely taken away, lost in the track. That hasn’t happened in a long time for me. Music is something that keeps me motivated when I’m cycling, keeps me sane when I’m overloaded by the maddening crowds, and keeps me focused when I’m at work and there’s too many things going on that threaten to knock me off the task at hand.
But it’s been a while since music just pulled me completely out of what’s going on. Not even an escape from, but instead an ejection of the moment at hand. Just gone. Used to happen when I was making music. I’d just put together a bunch of noises, and bleeps and bloops and drums and samples and whatever the hell else I happened to have handy and then hit play and started slapping loops together. I refuse to challenge myself to make another album, not just because I feel let down when I don’t do it, but because it reminds me of why I quit. Not because we had a new baby in the house. Not because I started a new job, but because at some point after my second album I actually started to get noticed, and it freaked me out.
Not because of the attention to the music, but because I didn’t know what I was doing, so I felt like such a sham. I had the NinjaTune label ask if I could spin my own stuff, and I couldn’t so that was out for opening for someone (and I think I would probably just pass out cold if I had to stand up in front of a crowd and play something *I* made, even if most of what I made is just arrangements of sound, and not what I consider composition). A few months later, I was asked if I could open for a fairly well-known electronic artist in Vancouver, and again said no because I didn’t know how to “play” my stuff live. That spooked me away from live shows, and then on top of THAT, CBC2’s New Music Canada (that’s the online component of the stereo wing of Canada’s Broadcasting Corporation) played my least-favourite song from my first album TWICE in as many weeks.
That was all becoming more and more intense, and while it was exciting, it was also scaring the shit out of me, ’cause I kept wondering when the unmarked helicopters of audio engineering were going to show up and take away my mouse so I couldn’t do it any more because I wasn’t a “real” musician.
And then I joined the one-day music group, Immersion Composition Society (Neptune Lodge). If you can call participating once “joining.” I mean, I met Tricky once, even shook his hand, does that mean I’m in his band?
The point is to make a brand new piece of audio in a single day, and play it for a group of other folks that evening. You could do anything you wanted to, using whatever method you wanted, but you had to go from nothing to something in that one day. It was terrifying, and exhilarating, and inspiring to hear the sorts of amazing weirdness that geniuses like Dave Cheong can come up with in a day. But mostly, I felt like I failed. Felt like what they were doing was awesome, and what I was doing was crap. That everyone had something to say about the other pieces (myself included) and there was discussion and dialogue, and then when it came to what little bits of audio lint I’d scraped together, the collective response was “Huh. Well. Next?”
It hurt. What made it worse was that it’s not like anyone was being a dick or anything, they were just responding with whatever they’d felt, which was, it seems, not much.
Haven’t done a full single track since, and that was almost eight years ago. Woof.
Back to where I started. Buhbye biker dude.
In other news I shaved off my Movember moustache. Planned ahead enough to get one last photo before I went two miles up and nuked the place (it’s the only way to be sure), didn’t actually look at whether or not the “before” picture was wildly out of focus before I grabbed the shaver and went crazy on the ‘stache.
Whoops.
Oh well, thanks for reading, and if you’re not someone who’s commented before, drop a line and I’ll add you to my RSS feeds.
Helped Jonny Vancouver moved yesterday, but he was so planned that I was 30 mins late to get to his place to help load the truck, and he was already gone by the time I got there. Now THAT is fast. Many many years ago I moved out of a place on Pacific, but I was such a packrat I had WAY too much stuff, hadn’t thrown out enough, and hadnt packed in a reasonable way (too few boxes that were too big). The fact that Arwen didn’t leave me during that move is just further proof that uh, that she… uh… that I…
Yeah, I’m just really REALLY lucky she didn’t leave my ass that day.
Tate and I went out to the mall together, which I was happy to do, ’cause he and I rarely get time to hang out just the two of us. Funny, too, to find out that half of the stuff that Tate and I did that *I* thought was new stuff for him was stuff that he does every time he goes to the mall.
Tonight we’re we had dinner with Crankenflaire, which was nice, ’cause we get our collective acts together about once every two years to have a meal and conversation together. Fun.
One more day of this moustache, and good, ’cause I’m about done with the vaguely distinguished biker look.
Was watching a commercial tonight for Disney, and it opens with two Dumbo cart things flying through the city. As they swing past us in that opening flight shot, there’s a lens flare, and…
…and I start thinking about lens flare, and I was thinking that Ripley and Tate don’t know what lens flare is, as they haven’t yet seen movies that uses gigantic lenses for the, for the glass of it, y’know? Lens flare is an artifact of using glass lenses, and is something that’s become a cliche for computer-generated film folks, as it’s one of the first tools that people started playing with in Photoshop while making the pamphlets for their illegal rave, or their new Business Improvement Project, or whatever.
But it’s supposed to invoke the reality of an actual camera filming something, to make you think you’re watching film of Dumbo flying over the city. That’s all well and fine for ME, ’cause I know what a camera looks like from the shoooter’s side, but do my kids know? They have always known digital cameras, with framing your shot by looking at the little 1.5 inch screen on the back of the unit, and not looking through the lens, but only at what the result will be.
But with 3d movies and IMAX and jumbo televisions, I wonder if lens flare makes sense for kids’ films any more. If I’m watching something like A Bug’s Life, and I’m pulled in. When I watch Final Fantasy – Spirits Within, I’m in there, ’cause it’s so pretty, and the motion is so well done. I’m good. I’m there.
Lens flare though? It puts a camera between me and the story. I’m not IN the story, I’m watching a movie of the story. I’m outside, at arm’s length, watching from my seat, not even looking through the lens. I wonder why that is, (for me, at least).
Oddly, the opposite happened in Surf’s Up, when they rigged out the action in virtual space, and then put a real camera operator in a room, and captured his “filming” of the action, ’cause that’s what he was seeing through the eyepiece of the camera. Somehow, that made us feel more like what we were seeing was immediate and real. We were there, even though it was totally fake. Our eyes know real camera work when we see it, I guess.
Neat.
Weird. I just watched 8 minutes of utterly scripted material with Henry Winkler on Craig Ferguson. I don’t even know why he was on as a guest, ’cause it was just a string of premise/joke non-stop the whole time.
- Up at 7:00am… well, to be honest, up at 7:07, 7:15, 7:23, and finally up and out of bed at 7:30
- Finished reading a short story by Stephen King last night about a guy who has OCD because he’s guarding the world from destruction, and because I always read in bed right before falling asleep, it took me a few nights to get through the story, and every night I’d take about a page to remember what the story was about.
- Went to Quaker meeting today. Sat in silence for 45 minutes with a group of people who are also sitting and thinking (or not thinking) about whatever comes to them. Sometimes people talk about what they’re thinking, but mostly it’s just silence. It’s interesting, can be meditative, but can also be surprisingly… what is it? Apt. Apropos. From outta nowhere, yet outta somewhere. I described it today as hearing a song you don’t quite know, and when the 3rd verse starts, having someone else say that first word, and suddenly you’re clicking into it too. Interesting. No pressure. Very little “Lord Christ Jesus” vibe. Very unlike my experiences in Chilliwack.
- Lunch at WhiteSpot,with Pirate Packs for the kids, and theywere out of something for the sundaes, so they used Gummy Penguins instead. Awesome.
- Saw “500 Days of Summer” tonight. It was good. Quite good. Sweet. I felt like I’ve come a long way baby when I could see the point when the “boy” in this boys-meets-girl movie makes the mistake of asking her where they were going in the relationship, but does NOT say specifically why he wants to know. What it is exactly that he’s afraid of. 20 years ago, I would have equated this guy with Ducky and thought “girl” was being deeply unfair, and that he was doing everything right. Now, I see him pushing. Interesting.
- Totally unrelated, but why does the Media-Center thing that pushes data to my XBox360 have more problems and worse performance than the 3rd party Vuze/Azureus, which is a torrent download/search client? It’s open source, so you’d think Microsoft could figure out what Vuze does right, and do THAT.
- Tonight, we had home-made caramel corn for dinner. With grapes, to there was nutrition in there. Peanuts in the popcorn count too, right?
- 1am, my Blackberry’s freaking out, ’cause every system starts yammering about what kinda day it had. Bing bing bing bing (go to bed).
- Night all.
- Today’s pic is on the Movember (Mo’09) page. Go look, and donate a few bucks, if you have ’em. I don’t think the stache is gonna get any better though, sadly. I think Emma’s comment wins, but mostly ’cause I think it’s the ONLY comment.
Low-key day. Made breakfast for the kids, which included a smoothie. We opened up the fridge, crammed banana, blueberries, an orange, some baby carrots, two icecubes, and some milk* into the cup thing for our brand new immersion blender we picked up at the Supastow yesternight. Time to fire that baby up, and see what it can do, yeah?
Oh great and powerful OZ was it loud at 8am. Milk with bits of blueberry was flying everywhere, it was making a huge mess, Tate started yelling “WoooOOOOOOooooOoOoOo” in tune with the blender (are kids trying to do some sorta noise canceling when they yell in harmony like that?)
So yeah, after I cleaned up the cutting block thing, and poured it into cups for the kids, Ripley scarfed his down, but Tate (who’d wanted the smoothies in the first place) wasn’t convinced after maaaaybe one sip.
*Didja spot the mistake I made there?
Watched TV with the kids and alternated between telling them they couldn’t have candy at 9:30 NOR could they play with the computer. I’m the meanest dad in the whole wild world. Ignored my Saturday Blackberry calendar item that’s been there for about a year and a half that says simply “GO DO SOMETHING” at 10. Was probably a bad idea. Rubber boots and big puddles would probably have been a good idea for the kids.
Lunch was grilled cheese sandwiches with ham in ’em, but the little tiny sandwich griller iron thing must’ve not been entirely cleaned from the last time I’d made french toast, ’cause lunch had a distinctly cinnamon-y vibe. Just… odd.
Also. When was the last time I made french toast? Couldn’t have been too TOO long ago, ’cause I think I’ve only used it about six times, ever. Still, ew.
After lunch, Arwen took the kids out to Richmond mall, and I slept. Well, I washed a load of laundry, and put it in the dryer first, but once THAT was done, I lay on the couch “watching” Aliens. Seems that I’ve programmed my brain to knock me out cold if anything directed by Ridley Scott is on, ’cause I made it to the landing where the eggs were before I was out, and woke up for a bit just in time to catch the chest buster scene (kept hearing “Hello My Baby, Hello My Darlin” in my head) and then crashed out again until the very VERY end of the movie.
Kids home, I made spaghetti with tofu chunks (Tate’s fave) and Arwen headed out into the night to go visit with the ladies, and do ladies things. Good for her. Glad she’s out for an evening to have some fun.
9 is a very cool movie. Looking forward to whatever Tim Burton’s doing next. There wasn’t a huge amount of emotional impact for me, but I was so busy being sucked into the world they’d created, I didn’t have time to feel much of anything in the post-apocalyptic world populated by Matrix-esque badguy machines, and Little Big Planet-like main characters. So pretty, but so sad an environment. It was like HDR film meets videogame action, with a nicely “but what does that mean?” story. Didn’t suck. Style for the win.
Alien Resurrection is on. Arwen and I saw this as a date in 1997 when it came out, and I remember the gootastic ending, and both Arwen and I walking outta there feeling like we needed a shower. Geiger was missing from this one, let me tell ya.
Oh, and Shaw Cable Systems? Quit putting editorial content in the first ten words of your synopsis for the Guide for movies and TV shows. I’m tired of almost always having to push the Info button to get more plot than “Sigourney Weaver returns as tormented…” or seeing Daily described as “Irreverent skewering of…” while leaving out who the guests are.
With some of the movies, they also will say things like “This deeply terrible film…” or “Unintentionally funny cheese…” and similar things. Look, if my job was to write that stuff up, I’d probably start putting in my own editorial comments too, but I’d put them at the end. Maybe even a spoiler or a warning “Don’t bother…” “People over 14 will hate this…” but I’d put it at the END of the descriptions.
While I’m providing an irreverent skewering of Shaw, why is the volume on their OWN AD for their own 30 year anniversary set at slightly below 10% of everything else? It’s like one of those screamer things on YouTube you see once in while, when then try to get you to turn up your speakers really loud, and then suddenly have really loud scream, and put a monster picture on the screen.
So yeah, whoever’s in charge of the volume, way to go there, cowboy. Doing a heck of a job.
Oh wait, gotta go. Dave Matthews is on SNL tonight. It’s like Tom Hanks lost his mind and stole Sting’s voice after swallowing Kermit the frog.
While angry.
Retro Encabulate THAT...
The Large Hadron Collider is this most amazingly technical thing, and yet I have absolutely no idea what it does. I mean, I get that it’s a thing that catches particles and whips them around in a gigantic circle (27 kms or something, right?) and then they… uh… measure the… trails… um… with the uh… doohickey…
But hegoly sheggit is it pretty. Reminds me of the tunnels the Canada Line, only with about a billion times the technology. I’ve been taking transit more often than I’d like lately, but the weather’s been rainy and cold, and I promised myself and my wife that I wouldn’t ride my bicycle if there’s a chance of ice, and as I found of today, it doesn’t have to be icy for people to lose control of their vehicle…
Another five feet, and it would've landed in our boardroom.
What you’re looking at there is a parked car turned almost 90 degrees onto the sidewalk, the front passenger tire is torn almost completely off the rim. Behind that is the car that hit it as it came out of the underground parking lot across the street. That tree is crowded by our building, so it’s quite lucky nobody was hurt.
What strikes me is that over the course of my lunch with a friend, they cleaned up everything, and as the grey car was being towed away, someone was putting the mailbox back where it belonged. It was badly beaten. Dented. Paint scraped off. Looking like it lost a fight with car, which it did. Two cars, in fact.
I want to see the look on the postie’s face at the crack of dawn on Monday morning.
Friday came and went, and for the most part, has felt pretty good. I think we’re going to play some Rock Band Beatles, or watch a PPV movie (there’s no video store anywhere near here, I don’t think, but at least we don’t have to worry about paying late fees on rented DVDs that end up costing more than just buying the damned thing).
Annnnnnnd the digital cable box just asplode so… Rock Band it is then.
Speaking of DJ Hero (we were? when?) I wonder if the folks at EA who make Skate are laughing about this comic, cringing, or just glad they still have a job at all…
Hadn't thought of that really, you have to have a table for the... turner.
Latest Movember photos are on the Mo’09 photos (there’s a link to the page at the top of this page.)
So, a while ago (really? April of last year?) I wrote about Microsoft’s new toolkit for police to quickly gather everything they’d need from a Windows-based workstation, called COFEE. I had a bunch of questions about COFEE at the time, and now that I know a little more about it, I’m going to go back and answer my own questions and see if there’s any clarification on some of the (I hope).
(15 minutes go by while I read the documentation).
Are you serious? Is this the right thing?
There’s like, it’s practically, I mean, c’mon.
It’s a nice big batch file that collects a bunch of information, fair enough, but it doesn’t actually DO very much. No passwords are grabbed. No filelist generated (at least, not that they documented), and it looks like all you’d need to do to make it pretty-much useless is disable your USB ports’ and/or mass storage device drivers. The documentation for end-users tells us how to do such things as run the scanner with OR without the autorun enabled on the system.
(Heh, wait. What?)
I thought this was going to be a bootable thing – was I wrong? I thought there was going to be this killer tool that meant you could walk up to a machine that’s OFF, boot from the stick instead of the onboard drive, collect the data from the operating system, and walk away, and as far as Windows knows, the machine wasn’t even powered on.
I’m, I guess, in a way, sorta saddened. Don’t get me wrong – I don’t expect the average cop out there to be able to do a thorough job of collecting all the necessary data by hand, but I was sorta hoping that maybe they’d have something that would at least be on-par with Backtrack, which any person with a highspeed connection and a thumb drive (or a blank CD) could create, and it’ll let you do all SORTS of alarming things to a machine without actually “touching” the operating system (unless you want to, in which case you can pretty much set the thing on “Liquefy” and watch all of Microsoft’s security go away).
(That was a long sentence, woof).
I guess what makes me sad is that COFEE isn’t going to collect any data that isn’t obviously available on the system in the first place. Seriously: is it common for prosecutors to bring forth evidence based on which local groups on the machine someone is a member of?
“He must have done it – he’s in the SuperElite Hacker Pwnz0rz group, see?”
I know the “no touchies” forensic methods for data gathering (like ENCASE, which I’ve used in a previous job) are a different class than what COFEE is meant to do, but it looks like it’s only meant to be useful for kicking the door in, pushing the alleged bad guy outta the chair in front of the computer, and then running the launcher to collect your data.
I can literally hear the hardware hackers out there trying to figure out how to set up something that’ll either automatically cram the drive with data that’s bogus, or simply melt it into a little plastic Hershey’s Kiss, or hey, maybe a virus that’ll wreak havoc back at the station.
Not that I want that to happen. As much as my brain enjoys trying to figure out how to defeat whatever security system I come across, I want the cops to be able to figure out what’s real and what’s not about a given machine. I want them to be able to nail the bad guys when the chips are down. I want them to have the tools, I really do.
COFEE isn’t the tool they need (yet). It’s better than taking the machine to the guys at the nearest Best Buy and asking “has this machine been used illegally?” but not much better.
And if any of you have ever had your USB stick’s data go “poof” when being moved from computer A to computer B, you’ll know why I don’t trust that the data will even make it back to the office (or even the cruiser’s laptop).
I just hope what I have is a red herring, and not the real deal.
Oh, and this time last year*? I was yammering about other stuff, but still lovin’ a good run-on sentence…
And now, because most people won’t bother going to my Movember page, here’s a picture of me rubber-facing because my normal face never looks good to me.
Neither does this, but it makes me giggle.
Helps if you imagine me going "Borkely-orkely-yobbley-bawk!"
* I’m tellin’ you? With the uptalking?
Oh man, I just sneezed, and now I instantly have a headache AND feel like I have a cold. Yaaaaay.
Wow, today was a hardcore Vancouver rainy crapfest. Welcome to Winter. Last week was Fall, this week is Winter. The way Vancouver works though, next week will be Spring, after our obligatory three days of snow (which then becomes slush, and then we’re done).
The moustache for Movember is finally starting to look like a moustache, BUT it’s almost impossible to get a picture of it because a flash washes it out, and NOT using a flash makes everything in the room yellow/orange. The best part is that it looks sorta dirty-reddish brown to the corners of my mouth, but then goes completely white. It’s like uh, what, it’s like Hulk Hogan or a two-tone biker or something, but with more crewcut, and less arms. I dunno. You guys tell me when you go check out the photos. While you’re there, make the stupid moustache have a point and donate a few bucks to the cause, mkay?
Today I stumbled across the Bizarroworld’s version of FailBlog – Succeed Blog, and along with something I Tweeted earlier about someone starting a dance party that goes from zero to 300 in three minutes. Now THAT is what you call infectious dancing. There’s also some insane juggling linked from there. I mean, I can juggle three balls, and can do it pretty fast, but this guy can do stuff I can’t even track (and this is coming from a guy who has literally juggled oranges on acid*.) I couldn’t even move my hands in some of those configurations, much juggle at the same time.
I think the thing that drew me to SucceedBlog was that it is all about the most insane, and amazing, and beautiful and truly awe-inspiring moments. Some of the pictures are just sorta cute, which you could find at ICanHasCheeseBurger, or CuteOverload, but some of the video is just a big ol’ glass of freshly-squozed awesome. The sorta stuff that makes you glad to be alive, glad to have a heartbeat today, instead of the kinds of things that just make you glad you’re not whoever that is in the cringe-worthy photo.
So yeah, a good find. I hope they keep going, along with their ilk. At least for the rest of the Winter.
Also, I watched Human Traffic last night, which is a movie about uh… a bunch of kids having a lost weekend (one of many) and all the stupid stuff they do, but it’s sweet somehow. Think Trainspotting, minus any blood or overdoses, and a happy ending for everyone. Two Word Review: Doesn’t suck.
OMIGOD, we’re watching a few minutes of Demolition Man before the Daily Show starts, and we just watched the bit with Dennis Leary going on a tear about having your life controlled by the man, which is fun, but just off his right shoulder is a very young, silent (and puffy-haired?) Jack Black, who looks like he’s maaaaaybe 22… could that be right?
* Hi Mom!
Life and all that good stuff seems to have pre-empted (is there a “post-empted”) me posting. I guess that happens to about 50% of the NaBloPoMo types. If we were the sort of people who could easily make themselves post every day, they wouldn’t need to make a special month for posting every day.
One of the things I did was quit the board at Mole Hill. It’s been a really ugly two years that I’ve been on the board, and Arwen had a year or so before that, so it hasn’t really sunk in that I’m not going to run in this year’s AGM again. So much stress. It’ll be a bit before I can really see the place for what it was. There’s a little of the community left there, but not much, thanks to some folks who were willing to throw people into the frying pan instead of admit that maybe they’d slipped up.
Last night was fun, ’cause the kids were at Grandma Beth’s place, so Arwen and I went out to Richmond to see Pirate Radio, which was pretty good, and had some beautifully charming moments, but overall was a bit of a letdown due to some tokenism (there was one woman on the floating station, and she was only allowed because she was a lesbian who cooked, and there was one black guy, who only had black women interested in him, it seemed). A large chunk of the movie’s plot was based on our young protagonist losing his virginity, but it was all in this sorta weird “let’s find a girl and put her in the same room with you for five minutes, and you’ll be all set,” including a attempted setup of turning off all the lights and trying to swap sex partners before the girl notices (literally: “by the time she notices, it’ll be too late.”)
What. The. Fuck?
I know it’s 1966, but… what?
It’s right up there with the Sixteen Candles “Here have my girlfriend, she’s so drunk she won’t notice it’s not me, and then I can break up with her for cheating on me” plot point:
Jake makes a deal with Ted: If Ted lets Jake keep Sam’s panties, then he will let Ted drive home his inebriated, stuck-up, prom queen girlfriend, Carolyn Mulford (Haviland Morris), in Jake’s father’s Rolls Royce. Jake later uses the excuse of finding them together to break up with Carolyn (who had surprisingly fallen for Ted, and thus doesn’t mind the break-up very much).
Okay, so now tonight, we’re watching All Dogs Go To Heaven, and after noticing that the voice of the little girl is the same as the voice for Ducky in Land Before Time, I sorta-kinda watched this movie, and once again have been wondering what’s up with children’s movies having these weird moments of sexualization of little kids. There’s a little orphan girl running around in a short dress and leggings for most of the movie, but during a montage of buying her a new outfit, she does a spin and kicks the back of her dress up, showing her underwear, and then the main character (a dog) howls. A full-on “arooOOOooo…”
Um. What?
There are/were some really freakin’ disturbed individuals working at some of those animation houses, I think. Either that, or they decided that because it was Burt Reynolds doing the voicing, they needed to show that he’s attracted to little girls?
Hm. Nope, that doesn’t make any sense, either.
Oh, and off-topic, but why would they let Reynolds sing (and I use the term loosely).
Heh, first time I typed that, I typed “uselessly” instead of “loosely.”
Also, what’s up with Dom DeLuise having to be in everything Reynolds is in? Is it a family thing, like John and Joan Cusack?
Today was pretty good, relaxed. Low-key. I’m not on the emergency call number any more, after two weeks of being on, so it’s nice not to get calls at 2am asking about emergencies that I can’t really help with. Shows me what sort of things I need to learn more about, and to understand about the two other sites of the company I work for.
So yeah, nothing to say today, ’cause it’s a rainy Sunday, I’m slightly hung over from drinking wine while playing our newly-purchased Beatles Rock Band, and I haven’t really been doing anything today…
Further news as events warrant.
