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...will be the name of my autobiography (or leadership management course).

From day 3 of the Paper Places shoot, February 8 2009 (more photos on Facebook):

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From Day 1 of the Paper Places shoot, February 1 2009:

Plenty more on Facebook.

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There's something about the stupid useless camera on my Pearl that I like; I just can't figure out what it is. In some spots, and with a lot of Photoshopping, it's within a stone's throw of being this century's Polaroid.

I really oughta carry my real camera more.

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It's so awesomely blizzardy outside, I'm not even willing to interrupt the hush with TV or music while I work. I'm just listening to the world.

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Shoulda nixed a leprechaun, they explode.

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Some people might be inclined to call it the armpit of creation (because armpits smell) or the asshole of the world (because assholes make poo), but I'm not gonna. Because armpits are rather lovely in their way, aren't they? And assholes don't deserve your sass. But Lawrence & Allen Road just sucks.

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These stills beg the question, what could this movie possibly be about that doesn't rhyme with "shmomoerotic shmubtext."

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That wasn't really the genesis of the costumes, but it was an unexpected side effect.

Don't get me started on the poser Jack Sparrow in the background, or his ferocious moonshine.

Posted by tederick at 10:49 PM in jedi antics & photoblog
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Sherwood Park, October 25 2008

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BEST THING EVER.

When I looked at him a minute ago I thought it said "I rip out your heart, Charlie!" which is in a lot of ways even funnier.

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Today, I hiked here:

And took this:

among others which I choose not to post out of sheer laziness.

Matty Price and I oughta do a better job of keeping track of where and when we hike, but in the meantime I will say only that I did not get outdoors nearly enough this year and I am rather disappointed with myself about that, but I guess I can only endeavour to do better next time. Cripes, there's a pool in my building that I haven't even been in yet. It's time for some focus.

D-Coc came over the other night and we went over some obstructions I have set up for myself for new writing projects, and today I started to try doing that old five-pages-a-day thing that worked so spectacularly well for a couple of years there and then started to really, really not work. It seems we are still in the "not work" phase of that, which translated in my journal to a very boldface MY WORDS ARE MUD out of sheer frustration. But who knows, maybe if I get enough gunk out on paper I'll eventually be able to not suck again. Until then, this feels like razorblades.

I am strongly considering giving up coffee, for environmental and personal reasons.

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Helloooooo internet! I am 32 years old now, which is the age between 31 and 33. This technically still qualifies as "early 30s" but really feels like "in my thirties" which translates to "soon I'll be dead." You might just as well be reading this blog from beyond the grave. Wouldn't that be something.

For my birthday, Sarafina took me to the ROM to see the dinosaurs. This turned out to be excellent. You know how we all griped about the crystal for a really long time? Unnecessary! The crystal makes a hell of a dino-display case, even if it had to be connected to the ROM proper with rickety gantries that even Indiana Jones would be nervous about crossing. Anyways, here's me with a short-faced bear:

There were also giant turtles, stegosauruses, and mean-looking Tyrannosaurs with their wimpy arms. Plus, in other parts of the museum, mummies, dresses, and Shanghai. Not to mention the Stair of Wonder, which is really just a staircase, but give the ROM points for upping the rhetorical ante with their naming conventions. There's really a lot going on down there.

Later on in the evening, 1701 hosted its very first BYOC party - bring your own chair, cuz I ain't got none. Sarafina made ninja cakes: cupcakes which are ninjas.

I got some Duchov-love from Bex, plus my first household plant from Demetre. It's a Reggae Breeze, which is a type of Hydrangea... an awesome type of Hydrangea. Plus several other excellent people came by and sat on my floor. So it was pretty decent as these things go.

Then it was the Reservoir Lounge for somewhat down-tempo swing dancing, but it was still fun. Here's me and Mark and Sarafina, c/o Demetre's camera:

I like those people a lot. Unfortunately there are no pictures of us dancing but I guess that's just as well since I never really mastered "dipping" Sarafina.

2 a.m. eggs at the Griddle, 9 a.m. wake up call for driving to Brantford, lovely downtown Brantford all day Saturday for the Brantford International Jazz Festival, and then stuck on the QEW for what seemed like the rest of my frickin' life because nobody thought it was worth mentioning that all arteries into and out of the city were going to be closed on Saturday night. Sunday cleaning house and watching Spider-Man 2, perhaps a little high, which was an excellent way to end an excellent weekend, and that brings us to here, whereupon I am actually feeling good again for the first time in six weeks, and not just tired. So all right: I likes me some September, and walking around town with my love, and thinking forward to the next thing.

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It occurred to me recently that, I guess, I have a beard now. I am a person with a beard.

This occurred to me only recently.

Posted by tederick at 10:31 PM in miscellaneous crap & photoblog
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"I'm not sure this is worth it!" - Maya

"BBQ chips? That's for junkies and crack whores!" - me

"Does it taste like free?" - Jacbo
"Tastes like wet free." - Admo

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...will return in a minute. In the meantime, here's Burt pleasuring a hippo.

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I would totally get that tattooed. (Or, tattoed.)

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[fists skyward] BURNETT!!!

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Keel over topsails, and always with the spinning, spinning, spinning. So:

Last week was hard, but really awesome. I learned so much. Everything from simulation structure to how to eat rasmalai. My ducklings were terrific company even if they did keep me on my toes from about 8 a.m. Monday to just before five on Friday night. So 2008's goal has pretty much become "come up with a business case that gets you to Mumbai." It's only fair; I inflicted a week of Scarborough winter weather on these guys, plus two sixteen hour flights. If I time it right I can hit a rainy season and be as stunned by climate divergences as they were.

Saturday was the office Christmas party.

Holy god it was like the wedding from hell. I took off after the Rod Stewart impersonator kicked the Supremes impersonators off the stage and started singing "Maggie May." Plus there was the whole conspiracy/ambush/"I sense Count Dooku" aspect, to which I dutifully replied "spring the trap." Even ended up getting my goddamned prom picture taken. (Which I never did at my actual prom, now that I think about it, so at least I finally have one.) Damned if nearly the best thing about the deal was that I bought myself what I would enthusiastically describe as a fucking kickass suit. (I also found a oddly uncanny imitation of the Emo Spider-Man suit, i.e. the one he buys and then starts dancing in the street, but I chose not to purchase it, for its use is limited.) Anyways, ultimately this neon-nightmareland was at the very least an opportunity to drink scotch, and a twelve dollar martini, and red wine, and white wine, and rum, in that order, so I guess it was all right. Plus my people were with me. So I give the office Christmas party an A+ for effort, and acknowledge that the competition for my engagement was fierce.

Here's me and the Cannonball:

Me and Al and Al:

So thennnnnnnn, I went back to 3QF and found it once again without power. Which is hilarious in summer but vaguely alarming in winter. Rachie came home drunk and proceeded to give Chris and I about twenty minutes of the funniest fucking free-associative comedy I have ever heard, about her life and her problems. Then Sarafina came over and we decided, yeah, survival wasn't in question and even in a blackout 3QF has charm. So that turned out all right, even if we couldn't watch DVDs. Plus, candles: enjoyable and can make for impromptu, unintended profundity. (Let's go with..... imprunitendundity.) We made up for the movie-watching the next day when the power came back and we spun up Pirates 1 and then Pirates 3 (and it wasn't even my idea!! holy crap), with sushi in between and rum for the latter one. Plus there were crepes and waffles with caramel, and a hoodie. Right: that kind of heaven. It doesn't sound like a lot, but somehow it gobbled up the back half of the weekend, so here I am now. Cripes on a swizzle stick, who is writing my life?

I took today to slow things down, work from home, do some group-support with Jessi, and take a deep, solid breath.

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Look! I found Tia Dalma:

After this picture was taken she became 80 feet tall, and then she turned into a bunch of crabs, and then it got weird.

I also found Hunter S. Thompson:

Which was like... well, you know that scene in Fear and Loathing where Johnny Depp sees Hunter S. Thompson? It was like, with less music, more drugs, and about the same amount of pink.

I joined a secret film society tonight. Shhhhhhh!!! It's a secret. We watched an old print of a film called Anguish. It was goddamned phenomenal. The first bit of the movie is about a psychopath who pops out peoples' eyeballs because his mother tells him to... and then we cut out to an audience watching the movie. Then the psycho in the movie-within-a-movie goes to the movies. Then at the movie theatre where they're watching the movie-within-a-movie, a psycho shows up and starts killing people. And then it got weird. There's hypnosis involved. Man, honestly, there was a high cheese factor in a lot of scenes, but it was an earned cheese factor. And in terms of inter-diegetic weaving, Anguish is the skullfuck of the century. For things exactly like this, I joined a secret film society.

From the screening I scarpered up to the Bloor line and calculated my time out to put me as close to Kipling by 11:13 as I could - because I was going to jump on the ghost train, which was headed back my way. I jumped out at Dundas West and switched over to the eastbound platform, where I made friends. Fuck, "made friends" is pretty much the subtitle of my day. Everybody loves the captain. Japanese schoolgirls took their pictures with me. But that's a tale for another time.

Here's me and Witch Baby:

OK, her costume wasn't actually Witch Baby, but this girl was Witch Baby. I was trying to figure out who she reminded me of, and then I realized it was Witch Baby and I started into a lengthy explanation of who that is because I figured nobody in the world has even heard of those books... and she was like, "oh yeah, I've read them all, I completely identify with Witch Baby in every way." It was odd and perfect and very Hallowe'eny because I shit you the not, this girl was as close as I'm going to get to meeting the real deal. Very cool, highlight of the night.

Here's me with Good Tinkerbell and Evil Tinkerbell, a.k.a. the slutterflies:

And here's me with a goat. Evil goat? No, he was friendly. But he walked on man legs:

And now here's the ghost train:

Which was just unbelievably fun. You know, back when I did Jack Sparrow for Hallowe'en the first time, I got caught traversing town on the Bloor subway at around midnight, and it was the first time the possibilities of the character really opened themselves up for me and I realized that this thing was bigger than I'd done it at that point. Closing it all off with the ghost train ride really solved the whole deal in a big, coherent, satisfying way. All in all this was a fucking awesome experience and I only wish the party ride could have gone on a lot longer. Which, I presume, it probably did, but I jumped off at Pape Station - one thing about parties on subway trains, they get motherfucking hot motherfucking fast. Plus, not exactly a sword-friendly environment; this girl Beth (here she is:

stole mine at one point but I got it back. And I really didn't mind because look how freakin' cute that girl is, but still. I didn't break character today (okay, once when I inexplicably ran into Chad, and nearly once again when I equally inexplicably ran into D-Coc) from 8 a.m. till midnight. By the time I was stumbling home down Pape, every single thing on my body had ceased to be a costume and had just become that thing I was wearing. The wig was my real hair, the swagger was my real swagger, and coming back out to this world was a hell of a lot harder than going into that one.

I climbed the stairs to my room, switched on the computer, saw the Joker picture and the X-Files confirmation and then my jaw hit the fucking floor.

JOSS WHEDON IS RETURNING TO TELEVISION.

Exclamation point.

We could make the obligatory jokes about how he's a) working with Fucked Firefly Fox and b) also Kiss of Death Minear, but let's not. Joss fucking Whedon is doing a television show. Like, it's actually happening. I can scarcely fucking believe the world that I live in. I really can't. That's a big statement, and much larger than any context of pirate costumes or television shows that might be intuited by its inclusion in this post. But I really can't believe the world that I live in these days. It is a supreme challenge, and a supreme pleasure, and the wonder of my very eyes.

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And c/o Adam's shutterbugly fingers, here's your first look at the production of VCR: The Ninth Gate, a.k.a. VCR 9.

I started cutting the flick tonight and yeah, it's gonna work out juuuuuuuust fine. Got a spine now and all sorts of dangly bits. More news as the situation develops...

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Always. (Thanks Spike.)

At least I'm finally trusting my instincts.

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c/o Chris, my personal photographer.

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Now listen up you bastards!! Chris got me Transformers for the Wii! For ten glorious minutes I was a destruction-bent autobot with absolutely no idea what he was doing or why! I destroyed buses full of civilians! I shot holes in bank walls! I climbed the sides of buildings and rained fire down on a dim and unsuspecting public!! And yet, I never transformed... The Wii is a dreamspace in a box, with all the attendant ironies and vagueries.

Meanwhile: Brandy got me the SNES controller for the Wii! So now I can download and play Donkey Kong Country 2, my Favourite Game Ever! So there!!

I am absolutely not coming down with a cold. FYI.

I think I radically underestimated the recovery time for the film festival; I was so fucking tired yesterday I actually lost the ability to pull correct words out of my vocabulary by around 5:00. I was malapropping like a pro for a while there. I passed out in Caitlin's bed for an hour or so and that let me get through the night, but it was a near thing. Note to self: one night of solid sleep and then going hard like a demented undergrad for the next three nights, not so much "good."

Meanwhile, check this shit out:

But when you're Adam, you never get to be in the picture. We went to a place called Il Mulino, which is on Eglinton near Bathurst (though not very near Bathurst) and it was goddamned tip-top. Terrific beef carpaccio and I tried the octopus as well; an imported mozarella so lusty and flavourful it was like I could actually see the cow; and the best gnocchi I've ever had that wasn't made by my mother and brother. Plus, actually the best waiter ever: not only could he detail the interrelating qualities of the entire menu and twelve daily specials, and provide a fucking HUGE wine to go along with, but he could also enunciate the finer points of 3:10 to Yuma and crack a fairly solid joke. If I could import this guy like they import their mozarella, all would be well with the fucking world. I am so in need of a valet.

The owner came out and got to talking to Mom and Caitlin about Torino and Sienna, and I'm beginning to realize that for all my farther-east travel ambitions, I've made an error by not yet having been to Italy. That, and actually going to Egypt (where my mother was born), have been on my mind a lot lately, as little more than angsty sensation waiting to be made form. I wonder what I would do in a year with no film festival.

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Ladies and gentlemen, the Spawn of Chad:

And her name is Leia. And born in the year of the Fire Pig no less. And if you go over to Chad's blog, you will see the funniest "I can't believe I just got born" picture EVER.

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