2002: The Year in Tederickland
Dec 31
2002 - 12:01 a.m.
My complete year wrap-up is
HERE....
In the Nick of Time
Dec 30 2002 - 8:10
p.m.
Spent the past few days tidying up the last few films that I
thought might have potentially made it into my Top Ten... yesterday was
Bowling for
Columbine and today it was
Gangs of New
York.
And tomorrow... the Big 2002 Wrap Up hits the web. Been working
on it all day, you'll love it.
....this year, there will be no ties....
The Bad News
Dec 29 2002 - 12:48
p.m.
For everyone who's interested in the upcoming demolition of
North Toronto C.I., I've tracked down the article that started the furor and
scanned it. You can check it out
here. It's about
260K.
My Hero!
Dec 28 2002 - 5:26
p.m.
So early this afternoon at my parents' place, Woogie is howling
to go outside. He's let out as usual and only then do we realize why he's so
desperate to get out there: he's seen that two neighbourhood cats are
tag-teaming Mojo and she's in a lot of trouble. Woogie goes bombing over there
and pounces on the black cat, then proceeds to chase said black cat out of the
back yard altogether, running faster than he did on Wednesday when he was
hopped up on catnip. Then he comes back and goes after Schnitzel (the second
cat). By this time Mojo's back inside and safe, and Woogie - he'll be 20 years
old in March - has once again claimed his place as the Master of the
Universe.
Caitlin pointed out that in fact, Woogie is a lot like Yoda. He
plays frail, for effect, but when the chips are down, two of your friends are
about to get chopped into lightsabre-suey, and the bad guy's gonna get away,
you can always count on the Jedi Master.
Other news: I drank a ten-year-old can of Coke today. Not
surprisingly, it tasted like rust. Oh: and I saw a girl on the subway who was
the spitting image of Megan Corbett, age 12, which creeped me out
completely.
Wedding Bells
Dec 28 2002 - 10:07
a.m.
Congratulations to Blair and Kelly on their wedding day!
Just about the cutest couple I've ever met. It's all good. Best wishes!
Meanwhile, I'm going to buy curtains once and for all. And a
blender, galldarnit.
Oh, and because Tederick.com will be celebrating the New Year a
little early, here's my final review of Star Trek: The Next Generation,
whose Season Seven boxed set will be available on Tuesday. Which makes it just
over a grand in less than a year... and Deep Space Nine is on the
way!
You'll have to catch me
Dec 27 2002 -
5:19 p.m.
My review of Catch Me If You Can
has been posted. I combed the city looking for a DVD of Minority Report
so that I could make it kind of a theme day, but no success.... apparently
there isn't one damned DVD in the whole city of Toronto. Bastards!
Stuff that's going on
Dec 27 2002 - 10:42
a.m.
Godfather trilogy was lovely, thank you very much, and
perfect weather for it too. Of course now my back hurts a bit. But you can't
have everything.
Here's a snap of Kwon Boa, the girl who's potentially playing
Cho Chang in Prisoner of Azkaban:
She's some sort of Korean pop star. Not confirmed. Nor is David
Thewliss' casting as Sirius Black, although that sounds like a good choice.
Also noteworthy is the fact that Christopher Lee's final word on the Dumbledore
matter is that he has never been offered the role, ever, but would take it if
he was. And weigh that against the news that the Sun is saying that next week,
they will formally announce that the role has gone to Ian McKellen. I think
either would make a fine Dumbledore. As a matter of personal choice I tend to
lean toward Lee but given his age I can't see that being the most sound choice
for the ongoing series... they might have to go through this all over again in
a few years. 
Boxing Day with the Corleones
Dec 26 2002
- 1:42 p.m.
It's fast becoming a post-Christmas tradition: watching all 3
Godfathers in 24 hours! I've just finished Part I and will be diving
into Part II shortly... and Part III before midnight. Now that's Boxing
Day. As with the in-depth study of any other subject in an abbreviated period
of time, you come out the other end believing you have a profound Understanding
of the vastness of time and space... but it usually fades in a day or two.
Christmas was fabulous, although spending the night in my old
room was a lot more strange than I thought it would be. The 2-day eatathon
wasn't quite as daunting as last year's but I still managed to eat enough for
four people. And I got 2 more of Nigella's cookbooks, guaranteeing further
gluttonous eating for years to come. I'm really enjoying cooking these days,
and my preparation of the Holiday Cheetsa was probably the smoothest and most
effective yet.
We hopped Woogie up on catnip early Christmas morning and he
proceeded to forget his age and act like a 2-year-old. He actually ran -
ran! - around the house, played with wrapping paper and ribbons, ate
three whole meals for breakfast, and promptly passed out on the couch. I
imagine he's feeling worse than me today.
And could you believe the snow?! I haven't seen a white
Christmas that white in a very long time, and I spent the whole week believing
the weather reports that it would never drop below zero. I went for a walk in
Sherwood in the afternoon and it looked like a damned Bob Ross painting. Very
groovy.
Enough about that, here are some Christmas pictures c/o
Adam(Jesus). 3 out of 6 feature cats!
Me, making the Holiday Cheetsa 
Caitlin, puffing on the Holiday Narghile 
That's right, I said Holiday Narhile 
Mojo reclining in front of the fire 
Snojo 
Woogie opening his present
On to Part II...
Dreaming of a White Christmas...
Dec 23
2002 - 9:52 p.m.
I've watched an episode of My So-Called Life per day for
the last nineteen days... and today I ran out. That still bugs me every time.
Anyways I'm
working on a massive MSCL essay for the site but who knows when I'll
ever finish it. I just found out a third of it was accidentally deleted last
week so I'm a mite pissed.
Meanwhile I'm also formulating the 2002 blowout wrapup...
although I've got a few more movies to see before I crown the Top Ten. And yes,
it'll actually be a Top Ten this year, as opposed to last year's abysmal Top
Four... and there will be no fantasy-genre ties this time around.
Didn't get to see Gangs of New York today so I did
Adaptation instead... spoilers in the review, as always.... and I can't really
claim that the review makes any kind of sense, but then again I am a very
meagre writer, as was demonstrated to me repeatedly between the hours of 1 and
3 this afternoon.
So I'm going to my parents' tomorrow to make and then consume an
unholy amount of food... and then on the 25th, we'll do the same again with
different food, more people, and larger portions. Sigh. The 26th is not going
to be fun.
Merry Christmas everybody! And by "everybody" I mean Christians,
non-practicing former Christians, and anyone else who thinks that "Holiday
tree" is but the latest of Mel Lastman's many abominations.
FIVE DOWN
Dec 23 2002 - 12:02
a.m.
Unbelievable - five feature film scripts in one year,
including, at long last, the completion of a project I have literally been
working on since I was fourteen years old. Absolutely insane.
Unbelievable. Incredible!
Finished it all of five minutes ago - I did a whopping 30 pages
today to get the third act out and on cyberpaper and out of my head for ever
and ever and ever, thankgoodness.
The "five scripts this year" thing was the most uselessly
ephemeral of goals when I came up with it - in fact I think it was actually a
Resolution, last new year's - and I didn't even begin to deal with it
aggressively until around June.
The key to this has been the Four Pages a Day approach, which
sounds absolutely nutty, but it revolves around the fact that a good 52% of me
really HATES writing in every conceivable sense. Therefore, just doing it at
all has always been really difficult for me - until I came up with this notion
that no matter what, with absolutely no excuses, I would write four pages of
script per day, with no thought to quality or enduring relevance. Just
write.
Well, do the math - even going back and scribbling over what
you've already done, with four pages a day you can crank out a 120-page script
in under two months. For an Insane Theory, I swear by it religiously.
What's been most amazing and involving about this most recent
script is the fact that every time I found myself in trouble, I would just go
back to the original ideas - stuff that is over a decade old; plot
points and character material that I had completely disregarded years ago - and
to my astonishment, it almost always worked like gangbusters. Sometimes you
don't write the script, the script just writes you. I'm always amazed by how
relatively uninvolved I can be in the process... there are so many points where
the characters take over (or new characters just show up, and then take over),
and they're off to the races, and I'm just furiously trying to write it all
down before they stop talking.
MWA HA. I'm very pleased with me right now. Next up: Toronto
Omelette, the long promised romantic comedy about the lives of my
friends.
With Friends Like These, Who Needs Clients?
THE BEARSHARK CHRONICLES: YEAR TWO
Dec 20
2002 - 3:58 p.m.
Deep breath in.... slow exhale.
Let's cut straight to the brass tacks: 2001 was not fun,
Bearsharkically speaking. The company was officially formed in March of that
year, and although we did moderately well out of the gate, securing a small
coterie of reliable clients, the hours were long and the pay was microscopic.
(My total income for that year, including my Brookfield settlement, was less
than $5,000.)
In around November of last year one of my closest advisors asked
me, how long are you going to give this to succeed? And ironically enough, I
actually replied "I have this lingering suspicion that in January, things are
just gonna explode."
Understatement of the year.
On January 4th, 2002, the new year kicked off for Bearshark, and
kicked off hard. We've had a ludicrously busy year. Relationships formed
in 2001 translated into big business in 2002. We began tackling some major
clients, and formed a nice niche for ourselves in small-to-midsized business
and not-for-profit organizations.
The highlight was certainly the fact that by May, the company
was doing well enough to buy Jason and myself two tickets to the charity
premiere of Star Wars Episode II... which, as we all know, kicked
ass. A truly great memory.
The insane thing, it keeps coming. Already a truncated month due
to my Christmas holidays (which will start in exactly one hour and two
minutes), a comical number of clients chose December to start coming out of the
woodwork, and now the first quarter of 2003 looks as though it'll be as busy as
anything we've already taken on.
I've got a few things to clean up before I'm done, and then I'll
be done in the most fundamental sense of the word, although I'll be back
to jumping the bearshark in 2003.
To check out our animated holiday card for this year, click
HERE. You will need the
latest version of Flash installed on your computer. And for god's sake turn
those speakers on!
Okay. I'm almost done... almost done......
Today's Stupid Link
Dec 20 2002 - 9:37
a.m.
Naturally, an ass man like me scored a whopping 12 out of
14:
Do you know your arse from your elbow?
Half, Right?
Dec 19 2002 - 11:10
p.m.
So, at least one side of my brain was mostly right. That ain't
bad. Now I'm thinking all the way back to the first episode, when I was also only partially
right. I had Brian in a tie at "most likely to succeed," but the person he was
tied with was Stephanie.
On the whole this was probably the best Survivor finale yet, if
only because it was the most excruciatingly ass-biting. I really thought Brian
would sail through any final vote, but the jury really laid it on him and Clay,
and I basically sat back and watched as the two victors slowly dwindled before
my eyes from able competitors to a couple of desperate thieves, huddled around
a fire. It was a bloody night, which I suspect partially explains Brian's
subdued response to the win - he never even cracked a smile once! Of course,
the fact that no amount of restraining orders will keep his wife from taking
half of his winnings because she stayed at home with the kids while he was off
winning Survivor probably had him a little down in the dumps.
I gotta hand it to Jeff Probst for actually going for the balls
with the tough questions - he even brought up Tanya's dad - although his
preoccupation with the amount of time left was a little irksome. God only knows
what (yet another) magnificent twist they have up their sleeves for Survivor 6,
but you know I'll be there.
The Amazing Race also wrapped up this week, although I
damn near forgot all about it in the Two Towers madness. I cannot tell
you how pissed off I am that Flo won - even if that means that Zach also won. I
hate that woman. I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate that woman with every fibre of
my being...
This time, there shall be no tie
Dec 19
2002 - 12:16 p.m.
Yeah, there's that Two Towers thing. Taking the whole day
off probably wasn't the most responsible thing to do under the circumstances
but who can resist? It was an immense amount of fun. Unfortunately it was also
exhausting, a factor exacerbated by the fact that Prick kept me up until
6:00 watching The A-Team and literally banging on my wall every few
minutes. The result of this was that by the time I'd seen the film once, I felt
like I'd been to Mordor and back, and then there was all the drinking and
watching the film again. The road goes ever on and on.
In any event, the Two Towers review is
here. Some minor spoilers regarding
the adaptation are present. And it's a very Smeagol type affair, my
precious.
Another Gollum moment: I'm of two minds about Survivor. It's the
last episode tonight, and the left side of Matt and the right side of Matt are
having an argument:
Left side sez, it's a longshot, but I'm going to go with my gut
and say Helen to win, Brian to place. I've had this unshakeable feeling
that Helen will win a couple of Immunities and bust up Brian and Clay's 'hood
once and for all. Here's how I think it'll shake down:
Immunity #1 (probably the Trivia challenge): Helen wins. Brian
and Clay hit Jan; Jan and Helen hit Clay. Clay and Jan face off in some sort of
tiebreaker which is either skill or luck based, but in either case, Clay wins
and Jan is ejected because Jan is, fundamentally, a lunatic.
Immunity #2 (probably the Indiana Jones style challenge): Helen
wins again. Makes the classic Colby decision to stick with honour over glory
and boots Clay.
Helen and Brian enter the final 2. Someone in the jury box (Ken)
has been spreading the word about Brian's porno-star past. The jury votes
thusly:
Clay: Brian
Jan: Helen
Ted: Brian
Jake: Brian
Penny: Helen
Ken: Helen
Erin: Helen
making Helen the winner of Survivor 5. Bring on the post-game
show!
But the right side of Matt says that left side is almost
certainly wrong in all of this. It's quite clear to everyone involved that the
winner is Brian with Clay as runner-up. And really, I don't have
a problem with that... Brian has played this game to near-perfection in every
regard, the lovable, large-shlonged pornmeister.
So after Immunity #1 (Jan wins, Helen booted) and Immunity #2
(Brian wins, Jan booted), the jury vote goes like this:
Helen: Brian
Jan: Brian
Ted: Brian
Jake: Brian
Penny: Brian
Ken: Brian
Erin: Clay
making this one hell of an embarassing defeat for Clay. Bring on
the post-game show!
my.... precioussssss.....
And speaking of survival, I'll be lucky if I get through the
rest of the day.... but tomorrow's my last day. Thankgod...
The last thing I'll say before Lord of the Rings
is...
Dec 17 2002 - 8:23 p.m.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!
Weekly Buffy Drool, and also much sadness and facial
hair
Dec 16 2002 - 11:11 p.m.
I have never loved Buffy in my life as much as I did for the
last two minutes of tonight's episode. (Of course, I half-expected the Summers
residence to explode immediately following her rousing speech, but I guess that
wouldn't really have worked out, huh?) Her words tonight meant that finally,
after seven seasons, she has accepted her fate... no longer in reaction, no
longer solving each puzzle as though it's the last. It's all good. The
mention of Faith sent tingles down my spine, as did the reappearance of Juliet
Landau. (But seriously: can we get Dru - herself, not Morphy - back for an
episode or two?) Here's hoping Sunnydale is positively teeming with
Slayers-in-training the next time we see it, because enough of this one-on-one
shit: it's time for the Buffy equivalent of the Battle of the Pelennor
Fields.
Now for the bad news: I learned today that North Toronto will
probably be torn down within the next five years. Apparently the building is in
rough shape and they're planning to start over, either building 2 new schools
on the site (one Catholic and one not-so-Catholic), or possibly any number of
other things.
And because that wasn't shocking enough, a quick trip to Yonge
& Eglinton revealed that my Second Cup has been boarded up! So there ya go,
five years of my life were flushed down the crapper today. I'm not happy about
any of this.
In the good news department, Adam's back from Europe, sporting a
hippie beard and otherwise seeming pretty much unaffected by his travels.
Death, Finally
Dec 15 2002 - 1:15
p.m.
So as anyone who reads this page on a regular basis knows,
Star Trek: The Next Generation will probably always go down in history
as my favourite television program, ever. It's a sentimental ranking, to be
sure, but you can't beat those memories built in adolescence - they're fairly
resilient.
(Spoiler warning: I will be giving away the ending of Star
Trek: Nemesis, about four paragraphs down from here.)
Nemesis grossed a paltry $18 million this weekend, the
lowest Trek opening ever (even lower than Star Trek V!). Given
that Two Towers, Gangs of New York and Catch Me If You Can
are set to dominate the box office through the end of the year, this was
Trek 10's one and only chance to perform.
Now, my general feeling about the film is that it's a stinker,
and its (admitted) good elements can't redeem its bad. It's endlessly
frustrating that the Next Generation movies have never really been able
to get off the launch pad - each one arrives with the general feeling of "this
time we're serious, this time it'll actually be good." I really enjoyed
Generations, but admit it's a flawed picture, and none of First
Contact, Insurrection or Nemesis leave me feeling
particularly charitable towards the franchise.
God knows, no amount of fan complaint has ever been able to
convince Rick Berman that Trek should have been retired after the
conclusion of Deep Space Nine, but finally, hopefully, we've found a way
to go around the Big Man and get to the Even Bigger Man: Paramount. With
Nemesis a failure, it would be nothing short of lovely if
Paramount would retire the good ship once and for all, let the past be the
past, and stop tormenting the planet with bad Star Trek clones.
In the midst of all this (here comes the spoiler), I find myself
dealing with the Death of Data. Which, I admit, I reasoned would happen in this
flick. Still, it's odd to actually see it, and even more odd to continue
plundering through my Season Six box set and have the ongoing process of
remembering just how fond I was of the character, way back when. They killed
Data! Even knowing it was coming, that one, definitive BLAST that sent his
atoms sparkling all over the cosmos hit my gut like a cannon ball. (This is me
being sentimental about a television character, and I understand that, but once
again, the memories of adolescence... especially a particularly unpopular
adolescence... well, one sticks to what one gains meaning and pleasure from,
and TNG was it.) So yes, some small part of me is in mourning this
weekend... while the rest of me points and laughs.
Let's hope that Data's death will parallel the final mortality
of the series, the franchise, and the whole (NPI) enterprise itself. We have
the show on DVD; that's all we need. It's time to let those memories regain
their nice, burnished glow, undarkened by poor sequelizing.
Al Gore is a Genius
Dec 14 2002 - 11:48
p.m.
The seven-minute makeout session was fine enough, but the Trent
Lott bit sealed the deal. What would it be like to have a clever man in the
White House?
Egg + Nog = BLECCCH!
Dec 14 2002 - 10:16
p.m.
Today I tried to make homemade egg nog for the first time in my
life. I've been looking forward to this all week, and man alive did I have fun
doing it. Unfortunately it was more learning experience than success, and I
wouldn't wish the fruits of my labour on anyone. But next time... next time
it'll be perfect. I did, on the other hand, make a mean steak & Guinness
pie from scratch. So I'm learning.
The Phantom Nemesis
Dec 13 2002 - 5:00
p.m.
New Star Trek movie came out today and honestly, I didn't
even start to get excited until 7:05 last night. So I went to see it,
here's the review. Some important
stuff happens in this flick, so avoid the review if you are
spoiler-sensitive.
Respect the...
Dec 12 2002 - 9:10
p.m.
Might as well make it a theme day, huh? Survivor finalist
Brian's hottie pornstar wife took a swing at him a few weeks back, connected,
and got thrown in jail for a couple of days and is now under a restraining
order, keeping her away from the Big Stud for ever and ever. Guess they weren't
soul mates after all.
Think that's fun? Tune in next week for my masterful pre-game
analysis of the conclusion of Survivor 5! In the meantime, have some porno:
Yeah, what the hell
Dec 12 2002 - 4:25
p.m.
The final version of
SURVIV.ORg has been added to the Tederick.com
Archive. Fortunately the e-mail address has been deactivated and the
archive is cloaked from search engines. God I miss the old days.
Ted-rick dot gone
Dec 12 2002 - 2:51
p.m.
Right down to the wire, and Big Ted's oafish manner will soon
catch up with him. Seems crazy that Jan will make to the final four, doesn't
it? The really oddball thing - that nobody, not even myself, seems to have
realized - is that this is it. This is episode 12! The 2-hour finale is NEXT
WEEK! Can you feel it? The excitement in the air? Me neither. That's the
trubble. See, doesn't it feel like nothing's really happened yet? From one of
the strongest starts for any Survivor series, my interest in S5 has waned
pitiably in the last 12 weeks. It's better than Marquesas, but that's not
saying much. I was watching a bit of the Survivor 2 DVD the other day, and man
alive, that's just a different order of goodness compared to what's going on
now. Of course, they had flood and fire, Colby and Bess, but still...
STOP THE FUCKING PRESSES
Dec 12 2002 -
10:32 a.m.
New Buffy next week! AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! Giles and 3 slayers
and.... AAAAAHHHHHH!!! Happy Christmas!
Twinporn
Dec 12 2002 - 1:01
a.m.
I cannot tell you how gleefully happy I was to see the
Doublemint Twins ousted from The Amazing Race... and the fact that it
was a lovely bit of duplicity from Ken and Gerard that sealed the deal made it
all the sweeter. I am geniunely astonished that Ken and Gerard, and Teri and
Ian, are among the final 3 teams going into next week's grand finale. As long
as either team keeps the prize away from that unbelievable witch Flo, I'll be
happy, but I do hope Ken and Gerard pull it out in the end - it would just be
too damned funny.
One Royal Flushes
Dec 11 2002 - 11:46
p.m.
Did well at poker tonight, which is good, because it means I can
afford the Legolas doll I bought this afternoon as part of my desperate escape
from the Roof Noise. (mmmmm.... second floor....) Man alive it was hard to work
in here today.
Two weeks till Christmas, still haven't found anything for the
'rents but otherwise my shopping is almost completely sewn up. Which is far
more organized than I usually am, so I'm worried....
whack! whack! whack! whack! whack! whack!
Dec 11 2002 - 10:22 a.m.
Jumped out of bed this morning, making noises not unlike Vernon Dursley,
thinking the house was either being invaded or that a Wampa was in the active
process of jumping up and down on my roof. Turned out to be closer to the
latter, as a team of large burly men proceeded to tear the roof of my abode.
Well not really. But that's sure what it sounded like. Now they're putting a
new one on. Is this conducive to a stress-free work environment? Certainly not.
No problem, it's not like I've got a month's worth of work to squeeze into
the next eight days, or anything. Fucking bastard sunzabitches... At one
point I actually just started screaming (including "shut the fuck up" several
times). Had to read the appendices of Lord of the Rings to calm myself
down. (It's an old Navajo trick, on account of the extreme boringness.) But
hey, I now know conclusively how Return of the King (the film) is going
to end... and it ain't what you think.
(today's sound byte dedicated
to Re: Becca Wood)
BLACKOUT
Dec 9 2002 - 2:57
p.m.
I'm floating around in a milky dark netherspace characterized
neither by strong odours nor pleasant textures. It's that nowhereland
affectionately nicknamed my internet access is out!!!
Yeah, it's a pretty spooky state of affairs, for a web designer
with enough on his plate already, to be back in the Stone Age for 24 hours.
Fortunately the darkness has lifted, and I'll say one thing for not being able
to check your e-mail: you get a lot of shit done.
Among them, the Unstoppable Yellow Wall site... should have at
least part of it online tomorrow. And I've done 2 of my 3 proposals already,
just gotta put one more quote in writing and I'm off the clock early for the
day. Who knew?
Sesquisumthin'
Dec 5 2002 - 11:49
p.m.
I should start by saying that today made almost no sense. It was
a very, very odd day. And not odd in a good way - odd in a "my brain hurts, why
won't the universe stop spinning?" sort of way. And the e-mail from Doug Liman
was only the first major act of weirdness. But - also oddly - it was the first
day all week that I actually completed every single thing on my agenda. Every
last thing. Spooky.
But enough about that. MSCL holds the vaunted 145 spot in
my DVD Profile. Since I'm only buying Back to the Future between now and
Christmas, odds are good that someone's gift will christen the big one-five-oh.
Not that I was planning to do another big fooferrah like I did with 100,
but.... well actually I was.
Survivor was all good tonight, despite the utterly
predictable conclusion.... the first Gross Food Challenge that actually worked
since Australia. Ah, Australia. I really miss Australia. Remember Australia?
With the flooding and the starving and the burning oh the rotting
flesh... glavin.... But no complaints.
Big complaint: Tallship Chronicles is over! The final
episode was heartily depressing. Kinda hope they release that on DVD too. But
now I basically want everything on DVD, so that I can eventually build a whole
house just out of DVD boxes.
So my last day is December 20th (although I am of course taking
the 18th off as well) and it's really looking like the biggest Christmas
miracle of all will be if I just survive long enough to get there. But there's
all kinds of hobbity goodness waiting for me.... they stole my precious
and we wants it!!! Done now.
Survivorama
Dec 5 2002 - 12: 16
p.m.
Unless the gods change the laws of physics, Jake is a
goner tonight (obviously). Which leaves us pretty much where we started at
Chuay Gahn, with Brian and Clay well-primed to sit in the final two. I'll toss
in Helen as a wild card - in spite of her (seeming) lack of strategic alliance,
I suspect she's got some cards yet to play, including, potentially, an
invisible agreement with strategic mastermind Brian.
My So-Called FINALLY
Dec 5 2002 - 10:15
a.m.
My MSCL DVDs finally arrived today, Caitlin will be
bringing them over tonight. At which point I fully expect to find that they
don't work. But
that's comedy for you.
And also in the finally pile: check out the cloak on
Anakin! (Been a pet peeve of mine, the lack of cloaks on figures recently,
especially given how cool Ani's is. Just FYI.) And that Boba's pretty spiffing
too.
That's My Line, Cocky, Get Your Own
Dec 5
2002 - 9:50 a.m.
Went to see Bex's production of Jitters last night and it
was infinitely fascinating on a number of levels. First and obviously, Bex's
cross-gender performance as Robert (Bob) Ross - where did the boobs go? She
came down the aisle on her first entrance and I didn't want to look directly at
her to psych her out but damn I almost got whiplash when I saw the outfit.
Eerily good.
But second: Jitters! Eep. Mark kindly (kindly?) pointed
out that it's been ten motherfucking years since our production back at
N.T... I don't know what's scarier, the fact that I still had most of the
script memorized, or that I couldn't remember Brian Corcoran's name for three
and a half hours. Boy, it all took me back, to those heady Paul Robert days.
But yeah, the creeping advance is creeping. And speaking of creeping, wandering
around the halls of Leaside getting harsh looks from various teenyboppers
really stuck it to me: I am now, unavoidably, a creepy old man. And that's just
irritating. How can a person with this many action figures be a creepy old man?
Some crazy old geezer on the subway yesterday asked me if I have kids of my
own! Didn't even ask if I was married, just assumed I already had a whole
family going! I grew six grey hairs on the spot.
Apartment Pix
Dec 4 2002 - 4:51
p.m.
Gotta dash - man life's insane right now - but here are
some pics of my apartment.... (click the one below to get to the others)
Octalogue
Dec 2 2002 - 11:38
p.m.
Just in the nick of time! VCR8 is here! Yes, it's true,
this series just gets better and better. And it's also true: even when drunk, I
am a superlative filmmaker. Judge for yourself! VCR8 is now available in
the Tederick.com Theatre.
And look at this! Got my first very-own Christmas tree today.
Spiffy, no? There's a surprising lack of Star Wars related ornaments but I've
got the Star Trek angle covered.
And because related content really is everything, don't miss my
review of Star Trek: The Next
Generation Season Six, just in time for tomorrow's DVD-o-rama.
Meat Sweats
Dec 2 2002 - 11:19
a.m.
The presence of VCR8 and pictures of my house on the web
site today might have been, as the french say, "woefully optimistique." Woke up
to find about forty items on my to-do list. But I'm getting there.
My
DVD
Profile is up to date with my final 2002 wishlist for all those festive
holiday shoppers. Just click on "wishlist". If it ain't on there, I either have
it or will be buying it soon (e.g. TNG seasons 6 and 7, and Back to
the Future).
Don't wanna buy DVDs? The Silver Snail is notable for having
many genre-friendly collectibles for folk like me, but a word of warning:
don't buy any Star Wars toys, unless you're buying that 12" Luke on a
Speeder Bike that I'll never get around to buying for m'self. All other Star
Wars toys are covered under the "Matt buys them whenever he wants to" Law of
Christmas Gift Exclusion.
Don't wanna buy anything? GET THE FUCK OFF MY WEB SI... I
mean, that's fine with me! It's not like I slave away hour after hour coming up
with viable Tederick.com content that you get to read for free, or
anything.
"They Have a Cave Troll...!"
Dec 1 2002 -
4:27 a.m.
I tell ya, when I've been drinking I become rapidly convinced
that I'm just about the funniest person on the planet. Which isn't vastly
different from sobre-me, and admittedly, there's an element of fundamental
truth to it: in those moments, no one on the planet amuses me more than me. But
does anyone else share the opinion?
I have a lot of truly wonderful friends that I cherish deeply.
But how they put up with me sometimes.... dunno.
Today's bigwildnews: Scott and Chris moved in downstairs, and
they brought a dog with them. So apparently, without mentioning it to
me, my landlord's policy on pets in the building has completely reversed. You
know what that means: it's cat time. And just let him try to stop me.
I attended the symphony with Mer/Steve/Colin/Jason/Jeff tonight,
providing ample opportunity for
- disgust at the deteriorating manners of symphony-goers, as
cell phones went off, people left in mid-movement, folks tried (repeatedly) to
clap between Planets, and some fucking dude coughed right at the silence
following the finale
- disproving apparent prevailing myths that I am some kind of
uncultured, uneducated hedonist.
The TSO's rendition of The Planets was actually quite
enjoyable, and I'd forgotten how much I like the final third of the piece -
after the fanfare of Mars and Jupiter and personal-fave Mercury, I guess the
last three gas giants tend to get lost. But that's some damn good work there,
particularly in Saturn...
High on Holst, caffeine and life, we proceeded to Chris' where I
got damn good and ripped in a way not suited to my new, responsible lifestyle.
While I continue to blanch at the automatic disdain levelled against any effort
to have an intelligent conversation about Star Wars, I gotta say that Chris
makes damn good vegetarian chili. And I had an absolutely fabbo time. So no
complaints.
Oh! And in the midst of all this insanity I finally got
VCR8 shot starring the VCR saga's biggest booster, Daniel (insert
middle name currently unknown) Cockburn. Look for the finished version on
Monday.
I'm basically very, very happy right now.
Yeah, it's late and very cold and drunk. Time for bed....
Christmas tree in about five hours.
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