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Release the Butterflies!

Ok, Who's job was it to feed the butterflies?

One of the many reasons I'm dying to get out of L.A.

So, Friday, I'm going to see Art Brut (great band btw) and I end up chatting in line with this older fella who turns out to be a former L.A. Times journalist turned blogger.  He name drops a lot, but not in a 'guess who I know' kinda way, but in a way that makes sense because we're talking about shows we've seen and music we love.

Anyway so we're on the smoking patio and he gets up to get another drink and I'm people watching.  There are three guys standing near me and I can't help but overhear their conversation:

Guy 1:  So..how did you end up hearing about this?
Guy 2:  I was at this party and I ran into an old buddy of mine.  He writes for the Office now, but I knew him way before.  I was like 'hey man, what have you been up to?' and he's like 'nothing much' and I'm like 'come on...' and he's like ' Well actually, I'm writing Ghostbusters 3 with Harold Ramis right now'
Guy 3: Damn.  That's cool.

Guy 3's line I sorta made up.  He said something to that effect, but honestly it just came out as pathetic groveling. 


Personally, I nearly barfed up my $7 beer back into my plastic cup. 

If you could actually overdose on narcissicism and self-absorbtion there would never be a traffic jam in this town again.

On a more postive note, the blogger guy was really cool and the band was amazing live.


Originally uploaded by connorhalo
So, probably one of the most awesome gifts I've ever been given arrived the other day.

Sonja knew I was a big fan of Brom, the fantasy artist. I went as one of his characters, the Harlequin, a few years back in NOLA.

Well, my sneaky wife got in touch with him and actually commissioned an ORIGINAL piece from him.

This is it.

A couple of observations.
random observations:

1) People often don't apologize.  Even when they say 'I'm sorry', it's usually followed by a 'but'.  Which means they aren't really apologizing, but explaining.  Explaining is not an apology, it's a justification.  Justifications are fine, but not to be confused with apologies.  We could use more apologies.

2) No matter how well you write, even if you are Earnest Fucking Hemmingway, you should never, ever attempt to write a story that involves any kind of authentic view of New Orleans unless you have lived there.  Visits do not count.  I can love every word they write, but the minute a person starts writing about New Orleans, I can tell instantly if they've lived there. So, writing rule #3486:  If you've never lived in New Orleans, don't write about it (unless you are writing from a tourists point of view).

Fuck you (very much)

I love this song. I love Lily Allen.

"Fuck You (Very Much)"

Look inside
Look inside your tiny mind
Now look a bit harder
Cause we're so uninspired, so sick and tired of all the hatred you harbor

So you say
It's not okay to be gay
Well I think you're just evil
You're just some racist who can't tie my laces
Your point of view is midieval

Fuck you
Fuck you very, very much
Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch

Fuck you
Fuck you very, very much
Cause your words don't translate
And it's getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch

Do you get
Do you get a little kick of being slow minded?
You want to be like your father
It's approval your after
Well that's not how you find it

Do you
Do you really enjoy living a life that's so hateful?
Cause there's a hole where your soul should be
Your losing control of it and it's really distasteful

Watchmen merchandise that should be...

First off...I loved Watchmen.  The comic AND the film.  Both are great, and both are very different.  Apples and oranges.

Okay, with that out of the way, let me say, the official watchmen merchanise is almost entirely lame. Lame on a huge scale. Like on a 'someone needs to be beaten with a rubber hose' scale.

It bothered me enough that I decided to come up with a list of ideas for Watchmen merchandise that I think would not only sell better, but would be WAAAAAY cooler.(This list is a reboot from my Twitter account)

1) A t-shirt with a painted bullet hole in on it and says "The Comedian got me pregnant, and all I got was this lousy t-shirt"
2) Blue glowing condoms.
3) A thermal lunch bag designed to look like an old take-out bag from the Gunga-diner.
4) A toy mechanical owl that says things when you push a button like "It's okay, it happens to lots of guys."
5) A can of beans. Served cold.  Oh yeah, on the label it says 'As seen in Watchmen'.
6) An accurate replica of the mexican porn (TJ bible) that the anonymous fan gives to Sally Jupiter in the film.
7) Oh..I don't know...a smiley face pin, with a blood smear on it!? (not kidding, they aren't doing those)
8) A poster of that most amazing kiss during the opening credits with the Silhouette.
9) A bottle of Nostalgia perfume. Or alternately, a costume kit to dress your kitty up to look like Bubastis.
10) Lastly:  A Tales of The Black Freighter LEGO playset.

Oh..and just so you can be aghast with me, here's the link to the actual merch:   http://www.watchmencomicmovie.com/watchmen-merchandise-promo-items.php


Some of the best...
Lyrics ever.  From one of my favorite tracks of the last ten years:
(!!! - Must Be the Moon)

1 drink 2 drinks 3 drinks 4
she had eyes that i couldn't ignore
chatted her up out on the dance floor
she was out of cigarettes so i walked her to the store
skirt pulled up pushed up against the wall
but she pauses just to take a call
joanne says "girl, what the fuck r u doing?
all these boys r gonna b your ruin."

now i can't help but overhear
as i'm kissing from her neck 2 her ear
well if any of them meant it i'd mean it back
it never meant anything but a case of the clap
girl please let me call u back
cuz it's all beginning 2 sound like a rap

sometimes it's just one of those nights
ain't u never had it happen 2 u?
then u go home 2 soon go home 2 soon

u could blame it on the music
but it wouldn't b right
cuz i've gotten lucky 2 some pretty bad tunes

must be the moon
must be the moon

kissing in the cab on the way back cross the bridge
she said "love is love but a fuck is what it is"
"and what's that?" she must have read my mind
cuz she looked in2 my eyes and she said "a good time"
she kissed me on the stairs and she kissed me on the porch
she kissed me as i fumbled with the key in the front door
1 time 2 times 3 times 4
but really who was keeping score
we did it on the bed and we did it on the floor
but i was surprised when i got the cold shoulder
(the next morning)
she said 'u just got me hot, i finished off while you were snoring"

My phone...
has been replaced after being lost.  I still have the same number and my voice mail should be active again. However, if you called over the last week, I won't be able to retrieve any messages left before they temporarily deactivated the number.

It all unravels...

I'm reading Neil Gaiman's "The Graveyard Book" currently and it's a great little adventure.  The predicament young Bod gets himself into at one point got me thinking.  Although it's meant to be a children's book, and in the aforementioned scenario Bod is about 11, both his state of mind as well as his dilemma seem as though they replay themselves throughout life for us all.

Without getting into the details of the book, I'll just say this:  We, as humans, often lay elaborate plans, with the best of intentions and the highest of ideals.  Once put into play though, they often unravel, disintegrate or go haywire on us.  We're often left standing in a pile of debris, usually of our own creation, looking around us, with a large red question mark floating obnoxiously over our heads.

I don't think there's any way to avoid this.  It's intrinsic to life that we repeat the pattern.  I guess that the point is not to figure out how to break that cycle, but how to better deal with the question mark afterward.


Geeking a bit

Warning this post contains geekery, including references to World of Warcraft.  You've been warned.

Last night was a good night for video gaming.  I definitely had a need to zone out a bit.  As it turns out, my longest running character on World of Warcraft was due to hit the almighty '80'.  I've been playing her for about  year now and it's been a lot of fun.  I was lucky enough that Eric, Stacy, Scot, Stacey, Kaimi, Carrie, Kelly, Flea and others were online to pass on congratulations and invite me to do a bit of raiding with them.

I'm also itching to watch the new episode of Battlestar Galactica on Hulu.  Hard to believe that show is coming to an end soon.

I've also started picking up a few comics again.  Nothing serious so far, but Marvel started a 'Noir' mini-series line that has some promise (imagine if Spider-man took place in the 1930's, he carried a gun and everyone was corrupt, warped, non-costume versions of themselves).  I'm also really enjoying the recent re-boot of the Green Lantern universe.  Hard to believe I first read a GL comic more than 30 years ago. We recently discovered a new comic/game shop not far from here and after arranging for the owner to take most of my old comics off of me for a decent trade in value, I got a nice fat gift card to spend there on some new stuff.  Should be fun.

Oh and Judson got us 'Little Big Planet' for the PS3 for xmas, which has to be one of the cutest games ever.  Check it here:  http://www.littlebigplanet.com/

Lyrics and Stuff...
I'm happy Obama won. I'm glad Bush is gone. However, I'm already tired of this National Masturbation Day.  I just want to get on with the work ahead.

Oh..and I'm really digging these lyrics right now.  From the Cinematics "Break":

I like my loneliness and the thoughts it brings
The darkness can sometimes be a pleasure to me
I stand around on the outside of it peering from the edge
Looking for the answers to the questions I'll never ask

It's from this place we'll find our peace
And reconcile our bitterness
We have to
We have to
Break, break, break, break
Washed away
Washed away

It's from this loneliness and the fear it brings
That new doors can open up and be a saviour to me
So i'll open my mind, open my heart
It's the only way to breathe
It's the static of the lights, she said
So don't panic
No, don't panic

It's from this place we'll find our peace
And reconcile our emptiness
We have to
We have to
Break, break, break, break
Washed away
Washed away
(It's just a trick of the light, she says)
Washed away
(Don't panic, don't panic)