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Check out this 2003 Oscar Award Nominee for Animated Short Film.

Rocks “Das Rad”

Put that under your mouse and click it.

It was recently pointed out to me that I’d been nominated for the Canadian Blog Awards in the category of Best Sci/Tech Blog. I asked aloud why this was the case, I was reminded of a few of the geekier things I’ve posted about in the last… while or so…

Let’s recap a little (ooh, ooh, a clip show!):

We’ve got programs that makes phones call other phones, taxidermied robotic owls, optical mice and turntables *do* mix, iPods minus the iTunes, awesome bluetooth iPod remote headphones that crack in half three weeks after you get ’em, elderteapots and yell-controlled blenders (both in one post, too!), sites you don’t click on, network drive mapping problems (my MOST popular post ever, sadly), video/audio fragmentation performances, wicked-looking games that never actually get launched ever, me writing about DNS and Active Directory the way some blogs write about food, Google putting yoni in my bible pocket, going on an absolute TEAR regarding LG’s marketing video made in 2001, commenting on Boogaloo Shrimp (from Breakin’ and Breakin2 – Electric Boogaloo) and then having HIM SHOW UP in the comments on my very own blog, hassling the guy who put Princess Leia in the GoldBikini (it’s okay, I work with him), finding secret messages regarding a certain digital audio format in my can of Edwards coffee, our cat smuggling LEDs in her ocular cavities, guys playing a cover of “Total Eclipse of the Heart” while ruining a number of kitchen appliances, fighting with a whole bunch of people online over who gets to spell what with fridge letters, insane robofish, the Rohypnol version of “Who’s On First?”, carrying a midget around as a cryptographic tool, and who could forget “Why a deep focus in my temporal lobe makes me hate Kirk Cameron in specific, and religious zealots in general.”

So, yeah… It’s been a long and weird trip these last three years…

Thanks to whomever nominated me, it’s nice to be reminded why I write any of this stuff down…

Evil… In a bag…

Now available at my work.

More proof that they’re trying to kill me.

So I walk into the bedroom, and I’m grabbing some socks (in our place, with the dying hardwood floors, socks are more of a necessary sacrificial object, lest you get a toe or two sliced open, instead of a sock or two), and I look into the crib and see Tate sleeping in pretty much exactly this position.

Minus the crayon, and lying on his back. A-heehee…

I received a quick little email today from my blog server, telling me that someone had commented on something, but hadn’t commented before, so I dropped in from my Blackberry to check out what the comment was, and had only this from “Lola.”

“You’re an idiot, burn in hell”

{Full points for using an apostrophe correctly.}
And the religious right wonders why I don’t wanna come to their meetings.

This was in regards to a post I made about a re-written “Little Golden Book About God” (Here’s the real one).

Or maybe check out their Wikipedia User Page, where they’ve made a real name for themselves as someone who vandalizes pages that have to be repaired by the ‘bots. Way to go, sparky! You seem to have some non-bot-friendly ideas about Venezuela, Introduced Species, Led Zeppelin, William Shakespeare, and Acid Rain. Grade 12, anyone?

I remember a few years back, at a party at the “Bonehouse,” launching into a drunken and a-capella “They Want Efx” by Das EFX at poor Duncan, who started out with this bemused look on his face, which rapidly turned into awe.  After I finished the first verse, he asked “Is that from something, or did you just make that up.”

I’m flattered that anyone would think I could possibly have written the following:

Bum stiggedy bum stiggedy bum, hon, I got the old pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
But I can fe-fi-fo-diddly-fum, here I come
So Peter Piper, I’m hyper than pinoccio’s nose
Im the supercalafragilistic tic-tac pro
I gave my oopsy, daisy, now you’ve got the crazy
Crazy with the books, googley-goo where’s the gravy
So one two, unbuckle my, um shoe
Yabba doo, hippity-hoo, crack a brew
So trick or treat, smell my feet, yup I drippedy-dropped a hit
So books get on your mark and spark that old censorship
Drats and double drats, I smiggedy-smacked some whiz kids
The boogedy-woogedly brooklyn boys about to get his, dig
My waist bone’s connected to my hip bone
My hip bone’s connected to my thigh bone
My thigh bone’s connected to my knee bone
My knee bone’s connected to my hardy-har-har-har
The jibbedy-jabber jaw ja-jabbing at your funny bone, um
Skip the ovaltine, Id rather have a honeycomb
Or preferably the sesame, lets spiggedy-spark the blunts, um
Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun

I’m going to see DJ Shadow on Tuesday with Duncan, largely ’cause he still hands me craziness of the audio variety once in a while, and ’cause I feel like he knows, y’know?

Or “How I went from a long-haired zippy geek to a motivational speaker in just Twelve! Short! Months!”

So, for any of you that know me, you’ll not be surprised that I’m the kinda guy who finds Tony Robbins kinda freaky. Same goes for any of those folks carrying around those manpurse (murse?) Day-Timer things with the removable pages and the pen holder on one side, and the PalmPilot pocket on the other. They just give me the willies. Both the people who push the stuff, and the people who use the stuff. I’ve always thought I’m too much of a cowboy to use any of the “How To Organize Your Life Into Three Coffee Cups and an A-Team Lunchbox” sorts of articles. I remember using Lotus Organizer for a while in ’97/’98, and I felt like I could still maintain some sorta street cred because it was LOTUS (not Microsoft) and it was electronic, not paper. Who was I kidding? Just look at that thing.

The only thing missing was the pen holder.

So many years went by, and I kept going back and forth between trying to use my Palm Pilot, and using Outlook, and trying to use various weird programs to keep myself organized, but the main downfall was this:1. Find neat new “organizer” program or plugin.
2. Play with and use/abuse new program or plugin.
3. Get bored/frustrated with new program or plugin.
4. Get disorganized because I didn’t want to deal with #3 any more.
5. Return to pissing on small fires instead of actually organizing myself in any coherent way.I’ve been on step #5 for a while now, and now that my job has changed pretty radically in the last two months, I’m finding myself having to get organized quickly. The main thing is that I need to organize my organization, first, and THEN figure out what I need to organize.

Cute, the rest of this post disappeared.

Yaaaaaay…

So Johnny Vancouver and I sat down once again (after only, what – six/seven/eight months?) and did a show. This one’s longer than our last, at something silly like 1hr 25mins.

Here’s the main link (right-click to download, or hit the little blue arrow to play it via Flash, which will start streaming sooner, but has no search forward/backward capabilities).
Once again, we had a rill rill good time doing this, and hopefully by the next time we do this, we won’t spend an hour+ futzing around with cabling and feedback before we actually put together a playlist of any sort (which we then toss after starting the first song).

I’ll do a proper playlist tomorrow, if I have some time (hah!).

Enjoy, and watch out for the Myspace page, coming soon to a social network near you.

Via Skonen Blades…

This defies definitions of awesomeness.

Check it out here.

Today was my last day of work at the same office I’ve been in for three years.

It was wonderful, and terrible at the same time.

To be working for exactly the same company on Monday morning, but working in an entirely different world is going to be taking some getting used to.

To help bridge the gap, I was sent off with many many beers tonight. KevKev and Tiff, Ingrid and Caitlin stayed up late to watch ourselves be funny over the fireplace 19 floors up… we got drunk. Almost sloppy, but not quite. Very funny…

I’ll miss that place. It’s been my home for my techie brain.

I’ll miss you all, you magnificent bastards.