Canned Hamm's End of an Era farewell one show tour

Robert Dayton (aka Little Hamm) is moving to Toronto, to bigger and better things, putting Canned Hamm on temporary hiatus. Their last show was at Rayme's Basement in White Rock.


Also; photos from the previous show @ Rayme's, roughly two years ago

































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My new favourite game

Hey! You got your art student in my video game! Hey you got your video game all over my art student, hey wait, this is so much better than either of those things on their own.

in fact this whole site is kinda interesting.


I really want to play braid.































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Disposable IV

Best disposable ever, so far.









































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Snorflax

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I spend a lot of time thinking about pretty.

Too much ,probably.

I haven't had date or a girlfriend or sex now in 3 years. At this point, this far in, it's obviously a choice I've made, and I know that I have a whole vault of insecurities regarding girls, and maybe sometimes it's just easier to avoid the whole mess entirely, rather than confront that particular wall of issues

The thing that fucks me (intellectually), is that other people are not alone, and really, none of us deserve the women in our lives. There are girls I know that I am attracted too, who are smart and funny and beautiful (and beautiful matters to me), but they are miles out of my league. And they're miles out of everyones league, even though they probably aren't, it always seems like I'm going to like them so much more than they are going to like me. Like, who on earth has the limitless reservoir of awesome it would take to keep her, or her, or her interested. If this girl woke up one day and decided she would conquer the world that afternoon, THERE IS NOTHING ANY OF US COULD DO TO STOP HER.

I think about economics a lot when I think about girls.

I find that I am only attracted to girls who are out of my league, or rather that I feel every girl who is attractive (read: thin and cool) is out my league. I'm always amazed and even more depressed when I meet some of their boyfriends, because I always feel that a) I would be a better partner than they would) and b) if they have been chosen and I have not, and they are boring or dumb or both, then I must be way worse.

There's a lot of girls out there, there's only one of me, it shouldn't be this hard. Clearly I'm doing something wrong, and I'm probably doing it on purpose.

Perpetual loneliness makes you think a lot about economics, and it would seem that I'm not the only one who thinks that way.


I remember I met a girl at a rehearsal for a show I did a long, long time ago, and I made some self loathing remark, and she looked me in the eye and told me straight out that I had said the wrong thing, that heart on the sleeve is the wrong way to live. She said that some people subconsciously feel the need to instantly confess their sins when flirting, either out of guilt or pathos or fear or whatever, but that it was a sure way to freak someone out. She was totally right, I was (unconsciously) trying to flirt with her, and mentioning problems up front to me feels like due diligence, but it's really completely crazy and wrong.

I made profile for myself on a dating site last night, and looking at the maudlin, challenging, and no wave no fun "about me" section, I realized that I have lived my entire romantic life like a melvin's concert,
where they play 10 minutes of skullshattering feedback at the start of every show, to clear out the weak of heart. I've made dating me like the opening of saving private ryan, but haven't given the girls any reason to storm the beaches. The thing is that I'm becoming (or have become) desperately lonely, and the longer I go without love/approval, the harder I make it for a girl to date me. yay! I've doomed myself to misery again! woohoo! sadness equals truth! yeehaa! Radiohead time!

thanks to Facehunter for the pictures of girls

88 miles per hour @ 1.21gigawatts

Kat hosted an excellent welcome to summer party and now summers almost over.
I'm starting school in two weeks.
For three years.
After eight years in the world.
I'm a bit freaked out.
It feels like this summer is evaporating quickly, and I feel like again I haven't done the things I wanted to do. Part of that may be the work thing: I took a second job, and have had no weekends and little energy to go out. I missed almost all the concerts I want to go see (no age, les savy fav, boris, crystal castles and the sasquatch festival), there is still radiohead and beck coming up, although I'm not sure I can get the time off work for either of those.

I'm feeling a little lost.

Barack Obama said sometimes you have to be the change you need, or something like that. He seems smart. I've been more depressed in the last week than I have been all year, and I've been thinking about those words. a lot.


I'll be 26 in a few months. I start school. Kat is leaving, Tyler is getting ready to go school abroad, All the svelte boys are awol or mia. my bands never happened. I feel like the small life I cling so fervently to is running through my fingers, scattering away in the winds, and I'm worried that without these people and this life I will have nothing. None of these changes feels like the change I need or want, and I thought after San Francisco I wouldn't be so afraid of being that change that I need.

I'm starting school. that's a huge positive change, I think I just don't feel it yet because it is still abstract. and the ennui I feel lately is probably missing kat/jealousy, and really being lonely for making out. efforts redoubled. onward christian soldiers. sigh.


God give me the strength the change the things I can, accept the things I cannot, and a time traveling cybernetic velociraptor and spacesuit so I can ride around in style while I reshape your stupid world to my vision.

this is taking too long, here's some canon fodder

killer:

the Dark Knight was one of the best movies I've seen this year, easily the best superhero movie ever, but I wasn't blown away the way I expected to be. Now, in fairness, I expected to be 100%, kicked in the face mind shattered completely blown away, and to be left wanting doesn't mean I didn't love every minute, but I felt it didn't quite connect in the end. The obvious issue is that they simply had too much story, too many good ideas, and too much ground to cover in two hours (a lotr-style 4 hour dvd cut would be welcome). The Harvey Dent recovery/transformation definitely felt rushed, and the final showdown between batman and joker didn't really satisfy after such an intense buildup.
There were also some issues towards the end with the efficiency of the plot; The boats were somewhat unnecessary, the magic cell phone machine was totally unnecessary, and Harvey had really no reason to take the comissioner's family hostage. Taking Falcone's family hostage in the same way would have made TONS more sense for the character, and also then the point they try to articulate with the boats (that people can choose to be good) is discussed with just Harvey. I found that scene lacked tension for me because it felt contrived that Harvey would do any of what they had written for him. If he had murdered Falcone's family instead, that would have been more believably motivated, and made it easier to sympathize with Harvey's character at that point. Ultimately though, after Two Face makes the decisions he does, the joker's victory, and the whole theme of the movie would be that much clearer, the poetry and greek tragedy of it all would be more apparent.
Also, at the end Joker could also just have called the police and told them where he (and the hostages) were hiding, which would explain why all his goons are just standing waiting for the cops to show up when currently the only way they find him is with an impossible, never before mentioned magic technology.
And speaking of technology, that's where my main issue with the movie comes in: Batman. He kind of sucked. His suit was bulky, the voice was ridiculous, and his gadgets where massive; he had an 18 inch cable gun thing attached to his hip for half the movie. If they are going to give us bat gadgets that are impossible (like the cable gun or the magic cell phone thing) couldn't they just imagine them smaller? Batman (even with the new armour) would be the least stealthy, least elegant, most shootable guy in any room with the costume they gave him, but most importantly, it's lack of movement made him the least interesting physical presence in the movie. The suit just doesn't convey emotion properly, no matter who is inside, and the ridiculous voice doesn't help. They didn't have to do it that way though, there have been two better Batman's, that showed the way:



Mask of the Phantasm is a masterpiece of plotting and action. It has the best Bruce Wayne (woot kevin conroy!), best Batman look, best batman voice, best fighting by far, and is the closest movie to the best of the comics, albeit a highly sanitized version. A close second is a fan film made by hollywood proffessionals called Dead End. It's not perfect at all, but the costume is so good! It moves like Batman, it looks like Batman (especially the Alex Ross Batman) and it's also the only live action batman suit the could ever be used with even a little bit of stealth. It's not perfect, it looks a bit cheesy, but with some minor changes and proper lighting it can look totally perfect. I also like this costume better because it reminds us that batman is just a man, which is why he's the most interesting superhero, not because he is bulletproof or can shoot eye beams. He's just a motherfucker in a grey shirt and a mask.





I also saw step brothers and loved it, and pineapple express and was dissappointed.