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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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.

Posted by tederick at 1:53 PM in photoblog & zam!
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Today, my cat Zam is eight. EIGHT! That is a fat stupid age.

Also today, my team got me a 1960s Batmobile model to put on my desk (next to my other Batmobiles). I am all Batmobiled up over here. So far for Christmas 2008, Matt Brown: 2, rest of the world: 0.

But wait'll you see what I got YOU.

Tonight I have to do one of those things where I have ten different things to buy, at ten different stores, which actually form a straight line (well, more of an "L") between Yonge and Wellesley, and Queen and Spadina. So I guess I'll just walk along. I've been slowly back-filling the blog archive with material from before the Movable Type migration lately, and reading all my florid former prose has me riled up.

Posted by tederick at 4:09 PM in batman! & j-o-b & tederickdotcomdotcom & zam!
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Honestly, the entire gall-darned topple-the-Canadian-government dealio right now makes me shriek laughter right down to the toes of my pink pirate socks!

Super special extend-o-cut of The Dark Knight score available next week in time for the blu-ray which is, I just learned, actually being sold at midnight at HMV next Monday night. Because... why? So folk can run home and watch Batman until 3:30 in the morning on a school night? But extend-o-cut soundtracks are always fine by me, and that DK score grew on me like a heroin rush.

I guess, with the Hot Toys Joker also cruising into town day-and-date with the DVD, I needed yet another Batthing to spend money on. And on the same news cycle, it seems that three million shy of a billion is actually enough for the judicious souls at Warner Brothers. Good for them, resisting the temptation.

Today I took Zam to the vet, where she was very good. The most traumatic experience of the entire event for her was the ride in the elevator. My cat! Strange.

Now I'm at home watching The X-Files on blu-ray. Unsurprisingly, the new X Files movie plays better on DVD. (Somewhat surprisingly), it's actually substantially better. The thing's shit-hot-n'-pretty, and it's hard to feel underwhelmed when you're watching blu-ray snowflakes drift down around Mulder's face. Chris Carter's shots make sense. The venue seems creepier. Even Billy Connolly seems creepier / makes sense. Why did they release this flick in July? It's a winter movie.

Posted by tederick at 6:32 PM in batman! & goddamn politics & movies & shinydisks & zam!
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But it sure feels nice to have some.

Last night was lovely. El familia and I and Sarafina went to Scaramouche, and I had quail and pasta and a very strange and interesting wine. And boy, they're not kidding about that coconut cream pie. Everything golden and nice and I went home very happy. Adam and Caitlin gave me The Force Unleashed for the Wii, which didn't exactly set the world on fire, review-wise, but I'm ready to yank a Star Destroyer out of the sky with my mind right now anyways thanks to my contentious and highly frustrating relationship with Ikea over a certain $1300 they owe me and/or a couch that apparently is never, ever going to show up. Can I give you some advice? Don't ever buy anything from those Danish fucktards ever. "Ikea: Swedish for we're assholes."

Otherwise, things are coming together. Zam is now the nicest cat ever; she was apparently so traumatized by the move that she even started sitting on my lap while I watch TV on my complete and utter lack of a couch. I am going to get her a scratching post. I have internet at home at last, some more furniture hand-me-downs coming, and the makeshift couch-bed on the floor of the living room ain't bad for watching movies, looking out at the skyline, and/or musing abuot life / plotting the downfall of the wicked. And I ordered this. It's gonna be somethin'.

"Honey Kisaargi, an android created by her scientist father, is attempting to balance her dull office job and her secret life as the constantly costume-changing, pink-clad superhero warrior of love, Cutie Honey. When the dreaded Panther Claw gang returns to create evil and steal our hero's Love System necklace, it can only be Cutie Honey to the rescue!"

Posted by tederick at 10:23 AM in 1701 & foodin' & movies & wii & zam!
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I am a dizzying 17-storey height above the city right now, it is a beautiful Tuesday, and I am on vacation. Were it not for the slight inconvenience of spending the only truly gorgeous weekend of our entire apocalyptic summer not on a cottage deck drinking beers (a lack felt so painfully that, in Canadian Tire the other day and confronted by a truck-sized billboard of Canadian Shield granite poking through a mist-shrouded lake, my eyes started brimming), I'd say everything's going off without a hitch.

In comparison with my former roommates, it turns out I am relatively monastic in my quantity of possessions. I figured I'd be in the middle of the pack (nobody was going to out-clutter Brandy) but after spending 2 hours on Sunday night just bringing boxes of stuff down to the living room from Chris' room, I felt positively Spartan. All in all my move was a piece of cake, a lazy Sunday afternoon in the driveway at 3QF with my big truckin' fuck. It was only after an existantialist nightmare trip to Ikea, when the sun went down and we started loading Chris and Brandy's big truckin' fuck, that things started to get frazzly. I have consumed more sugar in the past 48 hours than in probably the last month (including a bushel of Cinnabons which, had I the means, I would have pre-digested Fly-style and sucked up whole), enough sugar that, after midnight on Sunday and while the others thought we had gone off to slack, Steve and I even hoisted Brandy's beaten, broken couch out the front door of 3QF and smote its ruin on the mountainside.

Now in my surprisingly enjoyable new pad - which, for everyone who's missed the subtext, is christened 1701 - Zam is being her predictably adorable self, so needy and clingy (as she is after any traumatic event) that she's almost an entirely different cat. All is well. Sarafina came over last night (her office is a scant 4 minute walk from here) and we made a delightful feast of Swiss Chalet among the forest of box towers, and watched American Graffiti. The roar of the city kept me up for much of the night, and now I am surfing the ether of unpassworded wi-fi, watching DVDs and emptying the boxes I spent the last week filling. Life is insane. So much production, for so little change.

Posted by tederick at 9:29 AM in 1701 & 3QF & the apocalypse & zam!
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Happy Love Day, motherfuckers! As previously reported, my federally-regulated employer decided not to give me the day off as per Dalton McGuinty's crack "Family Day will get us elected" scheme. This has caused me to hate Dalton McGuinty, hate my employer, and hate families. Was that the goal, government?

Speaking of families, my sister adopted a cat last week. His name is Burt. I met Burt last night: he is very appropriate. This would be the fourth cat in the Woogie line, and I am looking forward to scheduling a Burt / Mojo / Zam play date in the near future, for doing so will horrify all three of them. Perhaps we'll bring Woogie's ashes along too. That would be even funner.

A Tederick.com no-prize to the first person to Lolcat that picture.

Let's talk Toyfair! The fat lady has officially sung: here's the last Star Wars figure I will ever buy. In fact, I may buy this and then throw out the lot of them, so I can put Yarna on my monitor and say "Look, they made the Fat Dancer. What else would I ever need?" So end it: there is a contract between us, Internet, and I am a man of my word.

Sideshow Gandalf: weak. And at $90, a pretty terrible price point for weak work. Armoured Obi-wan: much better, didn't see that coming, if I was still buying these things I'd probably buy this thing. But I'm not so I won't, so there.

Yup, it's getting very near time to sell off a big swath of the last ten years of my life. It was fun for a good long while. Now most of it's just stuff in boxes. (I will indulge in Colonel Kira in the Starfleet uniform, because... well... I mean c'mon.) Dear me, a sense of priority is a strange thing.

I'm working six days this week because Sarafina and I are doing an overnight at Blue Mountain next Sunday/Monday. Eat that, Family Day!

Posted by tederick at 11:20 AM in galaxy far & j-o-b & toys! & zam!
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After the movie, there was much merriment with all the various YouTube-related remixes of things related to, but not limited to, The Last Unicorn. And then four hours of not being able to get that song out of my head.

Today started in a colourful whirlwind of chocolate fountains and knit heart-shaped pirate skulls, and then turned into a minor mid-afternoon frenzy wherein I tried, and failed, to do any of the six miscellaneous tasks assigned me by the Powers That Be. In the eveningtimes Matty Price and I drove out to Bloor West Village to go to the Yellow Griffin, which in the three years since I was last there with Kate, has started serving 35 different gourmet hamburgers. I had one with Stilton, walnuts, and roast garlic. It was, perhaps, the best hamburger I've ever eaten. We recorded a fuck-the-Golden-Globes Mamo at an extremely noisy Starbucks, and whisked home on the rainy Lakeshore.

High on the cravings list right now:

• Almond butter (bought some, so this craving is all but dead)
• A Piece of the Action (every time I catch it on WBS I end up watching it for like an hour)
• Brian K. Vaughan's Logan
• A sinfully large, and entirely emotionally-associational, tub of this post's eponymous fruit.

Posted by tederick at 10:13 PM in foodin' & movies & pirates & podcastery & zam!
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"Hey Berle! You know what you're doing wrong? You're standing too close to the audience!" - Statler
"How far back do you want me to go?" - Milton Berle
"You got a car?" - Statler

I'm still sort of fucked up by the fact that when I was a kid, I had Statler and Waldorf backwards. Honestly: doesn't Statler look a whole lot more like a Waldorf? Everything about him from demeanor to eyebrow length says "Waldorf" to me. Shit now I'm starting to freak out.

As for me, I'm hardly eating and I'm rarely sleeping. And yet I live. When I put on my brown hoodie this morning, I looked in the mirror and said "hmmm... cloakier than usual." I know I'm in there somewhere, but you can't tell from the outside. Anyways, I'm sure it'll even out sooner or later, and when it does I'll eat a whole bushel of apples. Till then, I'm unslakeable.

Speaking of things that I am. I don't know what makes me queasier: that the second page specifically references Jason, or that its thing about the "if X then Y" approach to dating so painfully describes my last first date. It would be lovely if anything that I do were not being done by a bajillion other like-inclined losers around the world. Must I wear eyeliner every day? Shiesh.

Posted by tederick at 12:14 PM in miscellaneous crap & tv & zam!
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