I'm coming over to plow you right now.

impressionist thought flow on saturday nights proceedings.

I am alone now and drunk or sleep deprived and it is 4:38 am, the time of day when no one is anything but honest with themselves. I am WIRED AS FUCK with a bizarre cocktail of hormonal rage, intellectual frustration and betrayal at the hands of social norms, which speak one way on paper but cut another in real life. and I'm drunk. I did three things today:

I went to Megahn's birthday party after getting 5 minutes advanced warning that it was a game themed party, you are supposed to go as your favourite game themed thing. I whipped up some highly attractive Manny Calavera masks for Tyler and myself and we arrived to find many attractive girls and ordinary looking people who had all worked harder on their costumes than we had. We talked to a few people, and it was a good party, but we quickly realized that there wasn't much chance of us being a match with any girl there. This is to say, except Megan herself, who looked great and I find really attractive, and we were totally hugfucking. I don't think I need to explain hugfucking, but if you don't instantly understand hugfucking, it's when you hug somebody you are not currently fucking like you want to fuck them, and fuck them sincerely. It's an simultaneously an invitation and command. So anyways maybe I was imagining it, but Megan and I hugfucked the shit out of each other, then we left. I don't think she reads this.

We went to a secret rock show in the middle of the UBC endowment lands. These guys had advertised online, and set up a glowstick path a few hundred meters in with a generator and a bunch of christmas lights. It was pretty much exactly the same as me and greg wanted to do for our cross canada tour, except it took them like 2 hours to set up. For real, 2 hours. It would have been cool but I had other stuff to do that night and had to drive, so i couldn't drink and make friends. I know you don't nnnneeeeeeeeedddddd to drink to make friends, but c'mon, with total strangers you have no reason to approach, it really helps. During this time I met a nice girl that was friends with Tyler, met two girls who reminded me how much I hate meeting people and the whole event was on one hand cool, but ultimately a depressing and
frusterating, because I was getting bored, and I was thinking the whole time about the mechanics of attraction and flirtation. I thought about a lot of things and got mad about a lot of things but I am too tired to write anymore so I will go to bed. now is not the time for this to be written.

it's five days later. After that we went to Kats where she was having a toga party. We arrived just after two am and everyone involved but us was either angry, crying, getting in touch with today's youth by means of sleeping with them, and life once again felt like like it never hits the chorus.

pictures up tomorrow

On being shot in the throat.

Interesting things from the week:

George Orwell on being shot in the throat by a sniper. Completely fascinating.

This song by Liars is awesome. Liars have been a band that has always been on the original and worthwhile side of the art rock divide, but have previously been so deliberately obtuse and simply difficult to listen to that I've never really been able to get into them as band I actually listen to in real life. Hearing this makes me think that after training for years in the realms of pure abstraction, they are ready to produce original and dynamic rock music, which is way harder than art rock. It is apparently one of the hardest things to do on the planet, or we'd have more than 4 bands at any one moment doing it.


This is Dan Deacon at the Pitchfork festival. He's not making rock music but he is still amazing. He really nails the addition by subtraction and then addition again idea.


I've also been working on my song all week, and I think I might finally be close to finishing it. It's the same one I've been working on for roughly 8 months now, and this will be about the seventh version of it, but I'm hoping it turns out ok. Everyone has always said to me that I should just write some dumb song to start, just to get one finished, and I see there point, because I've been working on this band thing for almost 3 years now, and I've yet to have anything at all to show for it. Greg is writing his own music now, and I work on mine alone, and that seems to be working well, except I can't seem to move on until I get this one out of my system. anyway, it's a pretty direct rip off of a that dog song, a bedhead song, and a built to spill song that are all pretty direct rip offs of each other. once I get it finished I will post it, and then start writing more faster. then an e.p. , then some shows and an album. Then I can sleep.

no sleep till brooklyn

it's 5:30 am. This is ridiculous. I bought cardigans, ram, and a hard drive today. Cardigans and an amazing physique will be my new calling card. I am going to be mad grumpy at work today, what with the two hours of sleep and all.

here's a bunch of pictures from a last Saturday, when we got drunk and rode around and ate Vanessa's fantastic cupcakes at her party, and some stuff from awhile ago I uploaded just for the sake of having something to post.

This saturday I did nothing at all, because I am sick and can't seem to stay awake in the evenings and can't sleep at night.

chainsaw dodgeball

I just want to get this out in the world in case any one beats me to actually making it.

Chainsaw dodgeball is one of my ideas for a video game. It's more or less exactly what it sounds like, players create a character from scratch, from different stat classes, design a uniform or a team and then get launched into an over the shoulder third person action/sports game. You pick up chainsaws, then set your aim and power level, then push different buttons to throw it overhand, bounce pass, hammer toss and throw it. It would sort of be halfway between the nba, max payne and that tank/base game where you choose different trajectories and launch pixels at each other. If a chainsaw gets thrown at you, you try and dodge it or catch it. If you catch it, obviously you get a point and a chainsaw to throw at someone. I think this would be relatively fun on it's own, but the interesting part would come from the fact that chainsaws would throw funny, bounce weird, and if the blades caught in the field, drag the chainsaw along the ground like a bullet train torpedo of sharpness and danger. Also, being hit with a chainsaw would produce all sorts of different deaths, and sometimes not even death at all, like if someone hammertossed a chainsaw and the spinning blade cut your guy in half at the waist, you would have like, 20 seconds to crawl around as just an upper half before either you bleed out or the doctor comes and rescues you. It would be fast paced. there would be chainsaws all over the feild to throw, and chainsaws being thrown at you all the time. there would also be a bonus level where your character would be in rehab, learning to walk again.

It would be an online game too, 16 player, so everyone controls just one character. someone hurry up and develop it and pay me.

it's full of tits and slowmotion comedy. highly impressive.

Cashback apparently went straight to dvd. It's still pretty great , and funny and somewhat meaningful, and you should all try to check it out. Somehow though, the dvd does not contain the original short that they based the whole movie on, which was a bit of a disappointment.

We also watched Reno 911 at 2 am when i was a little tipsy, and it seemed like it was really funny.

headless skeleton guy with tentacle arms.

I have wasted the last year and a half of my life. I'm going to vanish soon, and stayed disappeared until I have made myself proud of myself.

whatever, here's pictures from the lantern festival.

Greg and I missed almost the whole festival because we spent so much time making this guy,and in the end he was a terrible compromise between what I had wanted to do and what we had time to finish. He turned out ok, but next year I am making sure my lantern is finished a week in advance.

We also made a fucked up dice, but it turned out poorly, and I kept accidentally hitting people in the face with it.


Death Star, RotJ version.

Here is a rival bike gang for our NamefightBike Club to rumble with.



We saw the simpsons movie last night, found it to be entirely average. Brad downloaded it, which for some reason incensed me. I have no problem with downloading tv shows or movies that are out on dvd, but something feels inherently wrong about downloading a movie that is still in the theatre. I think it's a combination of
feeling strangely hurt that the downloader would forgo the social aspect of seeing movies, like if everyone was like, let's go see movie X and one person was like, I already saw movie X alone at home, so then we don't go see movie X, I would resent that person very much. I think it also annoys me that people would choose to
handicap their own potential enjoyment of a movie by watching it on a small screen with low volume, where the level of immersion is bound to be limited. It seems like you are making it as hard to enjoy the experience as possible. That being said I just bought a watch that plays video. I has a 1.4 inch OLED screen, and I plan
to watch documentaries and ugly betty with it.

This is definitely the take home shot of the night.


Nicole's new haircut makes it hard to take her picture.



And then when the candles had burned out Kat put it on and looked awesome.


And then she made a sexy escape, and became a beautiful butterfly

This was the other take home shot of the night.




It was totally fun. Next year we just need to get there way earlier and drink more.