Last night I had a dream that I went back to 3QF, and found out that half my DVD collection was still there, along with Chris and Human Rights Lawyer, who were a) living there together in connubial bliss and b) surprisingly athletic. (This dream could not possibly be related to current anxieties about career, life planning, or the end of the world). The fact that I can remember this dream seems to demonstrate that I did in fact sleep, which does not tally with my recollection, but there ya go. I do recall shoving my now-22-minute Guy in the Sky assembly cut into a kind of rough order before retiring to the bedroom in a spectacularly bad mood, and after that there was a lot of tossing and turning and accidental punching of Zam. Which is fair, given her behaviour lately.

I watched Rhapsody in August the other day, which I rather enjoyed, and puts me within a single movie of getting to the end of Akira Kurosawa's rather significant body of work. (I do then have to do some back-catchup thanks to that Eclipse set of the postwar years that Criterion released recently.) I also redirected some Christmas Chapters money towards The Sinestro Corps War, which is shiny and absorbing and much more enjoyable than The Silmarillion which, Beren and Luthien aside, just ain't any fun any more. I also, after a treat of a date with my ladyfriend the other day, finally found that goddamned Joker, so I can stop prattling about that. I still wouldn't mind finding myself a pair of the socks, though.

Today, I am trying to ride out what has been a spectacularly frazzling work-week with a modicum of grace, before fading into the weekend. I may walk home.

Posted by tederick at 8:54 AM in 3QF & books & comix & dreams & j-o-b & movies & shinydisks & socks & tederick films & toys! & zam!
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The selling-shit-off thing actually worked out better than I expected. I'm down to just two or three items left and they aren't exactly the ones I expected to fly off the shelves. I cannot believe someone is actually taking the TV: that thing is so HEAVY. I feel like a weight has been lifted from my soul.

"How was your long weekend?" Well, it was fine. Not long enough. Sarafina and I had a pretty decent day of just lazing around doing nothing on Saturday, which we haven't had opportunity to do in a good long while (and probably shan't again for a while yet). But I coulda done with more of it. Actually all in all I'm in a very "nesty" mood these days. I wish it was winter, because I seem to crave little more than bed and vidja games, but it's just too goddamned hot at 3QF to accommodate my need. I am forced to go outside, where parasites are choc-a-bloc and the radiation ball rules. Is a little self-imposed agorophobia really so impossible to achieve in August in Toronto? Apparently it is.

Speaking of August: Brian K. Vaughan's meticulous re-work of the 2003 blackout within the fabric of the Ex Machina storyline is really rather breathtaking. As Shortbus pointed out, there's a unique relationship between 9/11 and blackout '03, and also a lot to do there in terms of massaging our own fond recollections of the night the lights went out (vs. the morning CNN would not go away). In narrative terms, the summer of '03 also makes for the middle of his storyline, doesn't it? I am liking that title more and more with each book that comes out.

Sockvivor continues. I've thrown away my lucky socks - I guess sixteen years is simply too much. Things are getting lean around my place - more and more stuff siphoned off to 108, to friends, to the trash heap. I feel cleansed, for the first time in forever.

I have a fondness for Star Trek III that is disproportionate to its worth.

Posted by tederick at 4:17 PM in 1701 & comix & miscellaneous crap & socks
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I can't seem to get the Juno "pie balls" line out of my head today. I've also taken to using "turducken" as a swear word... though the latter is more of a secret, vulgar ambition than a curse.

When you're moving, you want to move as little "stuff" as possible, so I've stopped mending socks. That's right: sock pops a stitch, sock go bye-bye. The socks are terrified. They saw what I did to these bastards, and they're running scared. My side of it is brilliant; not only do I get to terrorize my socks, but I also get to look forward to a mid-September socking spree. New socks!

Now watch as I tear a strip off this: What is the deal with the Facebook Friend Finder? That thing is retarded. Never, not even once, has a single person who appears there been someone I can identify by name. Am I getting someone else's picks? Whose Friend Finder do I show up in? Maybe they invented the FF as some kind of second law of thermodynamics motivator within the naturally-structurecentric Facebook universe. Where we attempt to build logical roads between the cities of our social profiles, the FF tunnels through the earth to random out-points that are unrelated by any commerce to our Facebook cities. (Yikes... that metaphor barely held.) The inevitable result of following the Friend Finder to its disconsolate ends is utter entropy across the board: networking with everyone rather than select few; "friendship" as a meaningless watchword in a hazily homogenous Facebook fog. Fie!

Well anyways. I've had coffee, and written in my journal about two or three of the more beautiful things of the last 72 hours, all while sitting in the sunset rays of my soon-to-be-erstwhile home of the Danforth. I remember the summer of '04, when I did nothing else...

Posted by tederick at 5:56 PM in 3QF & miscellaneous crap & socks
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Faaaaaaaaaaancy. He even has the socks.

Also, there's gotta be a joke in this Holy Grail paperclip holder, but I can't think of one right now. I throw it open to the floor.

This week I am giving up coffee, toys, delicious foods, spending unnecessarily, DVDs, books, and moping. (It's important to give up moping when you give up other things.) By "giving up" I usually mean "am cutting down / reconsidering / giving a short break", but whatever. It's been a fat and decadent couple of months, but honestly, who has the time any more anyway?

Posted by tederick at 9:07 AM in batman! & dr. jones & socks & toys!
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I got about 130 minutes of sleep last night and I was probably still a teensy bit drunk when I got to Starbucks bright and early this morning, and showed them my pink striped pirate toe socks:

which are my favourite thing. Well, favourite clothing item of the moment, anyway. Are they for girls? Oh definitely. Did I wear them to work? Very much so, yes. "Work" by way of "school" again today, but I am the Lord and Master of the Simulation Groups and won many prizes, none of which involved harps. Now I am home and would desperately like to be in bed but must go to an art opening of a friend of mine. I think I actually just fell asleep in the shower (standing up).

Oh look: more stuff for me to buy. I know what you're thinking: Will, Matt, really? But perverse as it seems I've grown rather fond of the miserable lump, especially when he's wearing his red "I'm so badass now" pirate shirt. That said, I cannot for the life of me figure why licensees are so certain that Cannibal Jack Sparrow is the thing we all want. There's gotta be versions of him painted up like that in every toy line and merchandising accessory deal in existence. Honestly: we've all painted eyeballs on our face and nibbled on toes. It's just not that interesting.

Ah fuck this is gonna be a hard slog down to the Gladstone.

Posted by tederick at 6:28 PM in j-o-b & jedi antics & pirates & socks & toys!
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I have GOT to get those socks.

I'm becoming quite interested in socks, actually. OK, admittedly, it started with pirate socks. But then my mommy got me some striped socks and I started wearing them to meetings. And then I realized I was into socks but was being intimidated by my brother's formidable sock collection. But then I flipped over and said "WHY NOT ME?" and now my socks are on par with Adam's and in many cases, kick Adam's socks' asses. So there: another hill conquered.

It finally happend, people; a big Thanksgiving weekend markdown made me finally go starkers and order the complete Buffies and complete Angels on DVDs for no other reason than to save space on my shelves. Between the sales and the dollar, I'm getting both for under two hundred, and I can sell my old DVDs for something in that ballpark. It feels like a no-brainer, but then so many things do.

Can I just say for the billionth time how much I'm enjoying the scripted reality TV show that is House this season? I mean I guess I knew that Cameron and Chase and Foreman were always pretty extraneous, but I had no idea how much so till the new ducklings showed up. Fuck, were the originals even in last week's episode? I don't remember. Hey I hope Kumar wins. I love that guy.

Posted by tederick at 7:06 PM in batman! & dr. house & shinydisks & socks
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