Goodbye To You
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So glad I did. It's a fabulous race through some woodlands before I suddenly empty out into the Don Valley Brickworks - and it's like I've stumbled into a little piece of heaven. How I missed this all these years of cruising the valley is beyond me. It's perfectly quiet (in spite of the DVP only a couple hundred yards away!), there's a handful of people strolling around, and as for the locale itself.... well good lord in heaven I gotta make a movie here. I'm going to get back there as soon as I can and do a proper run of the place.
I got a bit wrongfooted coming out of there and ended up having to ride the rails until I could clamber out of the railbed near that new housing development at the head of the Bayview Extension, and then finally, mercifully, homeward.
So now, it's time for a bit more fun. My downstairs neighbours, who are ever so lovely and quiet, are away for a week. So, my noisy next door neighbours, who deserve millions of varieties of death, are about to hear what Fellowship of the Ring really sounds like.
Hey Dr. Jones, no time for love, we got company!
Apr 26 2003 - 10:32 a.m.
I slept like the dead last night. Ten and a half frickin' hours. My sleep patterns have been completely erratic ever since Chris' party. Averaging about six hours a night. Of course a lot of that goes to the construction outside (although they finally filled the boom tombs this week) and the Ongoing Antics of Prick (who will become the subject of my next film, hopefully starting this weekend).
Yes, one of my dreams last night involved Woogie driving himself and Mojo, in a little orange electric car, into opposing traffic in the southbound lane of Bayview at the 401, and miraculously surviving, but causing a large bus accident. That cat and his crazy adventures. Then my night of frenetic rapid-fire dreaming ended with a wide shot of me, Mark and Adam (aged 12) standing in the back yard of a house I've never seen before. We all yell "uh-oh, termites!" and the house collapses with one of the most fantastically satisfying BOOMS I've ever heard in my life, setting off car alarms all over the neighbourhood.
I'm now completely and formally hooked on other peoples'
weblogs. I kinda wish Hilary was still blogging since she's the one who started
all this. But she's not, and I've sought solace elsewhere, and now I pry into
the lives of people I don't know, as far-flung as Thailand and even the woolie
wilds of Edmonton. Kind of weird being on the other side of the fence....
what's wrong with you people? What's wrong with me? What the hell is going
on here?! 
All right, it's been a while, so here's my latest dose of What I Think Will Happen on Buffy. As usual, don't read it if you don't want to, even though it doesn't technically constitute a "spoiler" as it's all complete guess-work. And forthaluvagod don't e-mail me and tell me what's really going to happen. In that unlikely event, I will find you and strangle you.
Le Buffe:
A while ago I forwarded the theory that the season would end with Buffy relinquishing her Slayer Strength. I still consider this to be the case, but for different reasons. At first, with the specter of Dawn the Vampire Slayer looming, and Joyce's telling remarks in "Conversations with Dead People," and all the extra-series finagling, it seemed to me that the most logical end would be to have Buffy survive, but not be a Slayer any more. Although a few bumps have been thrown into the road, that still seems to be the case.
"Extra-series finagling" is my name for the fact that although we can learn a lot about Buffy by analyzing the series itself, there's also a lot to be gleaned by having a practical look at the realities of television series production. i.e., Buffy is a franchise and nothing's going to happen that will damage the future of the franchise or the possibilities for another spin-off. So, Buffy will survive; so will Angel, and so will a lot of the Scoobies. The world will not end, the First will be shoved back down into her little bottle (funny that I see an amorphous essence of evil as female... but I guess she usually wears girlypants, doesn't she?), and Caleb will get the living shit knocked out of him. Those are all givens.
Now, the funny thing is that DTVS (and Spike: the Series) are very much looking like impossibilities. First, Joss hath said that no spin-off will move ahead for next season: it will be a while, and in the real world, that often translates to "it'll be never." (Look what's happened / hasn't happened with Ripper and Buffy: Animated!)
Second, even if there were a spin-off, Joth hath emphatically stated that it won't be like BTVS or AtV, so that kind of rules out any series with a perky Slayerette heroine or a brooding vampire with a soul as the lead character.
The question of Joyce's prophecy in "Conversations" has haunted me for the entire season. The way things are rounding out, Dawn is slipping into the background, so I'm starting to wonder if that thread will ever play out, given that it used to be my prime evidence for the whole Buffy-no-Slayer theory. But fortunately, a new tidbit has arisen to bolster my theory:
In "Get it Done," the Hokey Pokey Men told Buffy she was "the Hellmouth's last guardian." Since we assume Buffy won't die, and that the world won't end, this must mean that either the Slayers go down for ever and ever, or that the Hellmouth goes away. Since the Slayers going down for ever and ever would mean that the First wins (and we know she won't), and since the Hokey Pokey Men didn't mention the Slayers by name at all anyway, let's move on to the more obvious conclusion: Buffy's final act as the Slayer is to close the Hellmouth in Sunnydale, perma-like. Whether this ties directly to her abdicating her powers (Hellmouth close = no Slayer juice) or if the events are separate, those are my predictions for the two Big Events of "Chosen."
There's always, of course, the question of whether Buffy is actually the Slayer. She may very well not be. In "Get it Done" we learn that Slayerism is actually kind of a demon virus, not unlike vampirism: the girl is infected by an ancient and powerful demon, resulting in mega-strength and whatnot. When Buffy kicked it in "Prophecy Girl," the mojo could very well have upped and left her altogether, hitting first Kendra then Faith, meaning that the "proper" Slayer line runs via Faith, not Buffy.
(This is borne out by the fact that Buffy's second death didn't activate yet another Slayer... at least that we know of.)
How this explains Buffy's ongoing Slayerness is anybody's guess (maybe, a la Matrix, if she believes she has the power, she has the power?), but I'm sure answers will be forthcoming if any of this is actually true in the Whedonverse.
Which leaves me with one last stab-in-the-dark idea. A couple of days ago I guesstimated the casualty list for the finale... I'm making a change. I think Spike is going to die. Although this would seem to fly in the face of all logic given that Marsters thinks he's going to be on Angel next year, I'll say it goes down like this: the blonde dude bites it for Buffy in the grand romantic gesture we all knew was coming (while poor Angel looks on, gobsmacked), and then, Darla-style, comes back to life next year on Angel, probably as a very changed man (Shanshu'd into humanity, or reverted to Classic Spike, or somethin').
From beneath you it devours....
Survival of the Uglies
Apr 24 2003 - 9:00
p.m.
Yeah, Rob really is the stupidest player in the history of Survivor. When has the Alliance Swapperoo ever worked? Count Rob out in next week's vote, when the Ugly Sisters throw a major hissy-fit and PsychoMat goes with the flow, as is his wont. But on the whole I'm pleased with our potential Final Four: it's looking like Matt, Butch, Christy, and (somewhat unfortunately) Jenna. Jenna's "loss" at the auction tonight was one of the most bizarre bits of character-baiting on the show thus far: it calls into focus the degree to which the producers have gone out of their way to make Christy out to be some kind of alien, setting her against "all american girl" Jenna.
I hit the mother lode tonight and downloaded a fuckload of Buffy music.... getting my mind in gear....
Vampires, Werewolves... what moral field did you think you were
playing on?
Apr 24 2003 - 11:42 a.m.
Yes, we're a bunch of Christian-hating demigods.
YES, YES, YES!!!
Apr 24 2003 - 10:24
a.m.
THE RETURN OF THE WOOKIEE!
Starwars.com has confirmed it.... Peter Mayhew will be stepping back into the yak-fur suit to play CHEWBACCA THE WOOKIEE in Star Wars: Episode III! This puts such a big smile on my face. Yay Chewie!
Living the Plague
Apr 23 2003 - 6:37
p.m.
I just love it when our charming little hamlet gets put on the map. And being put on the map as the Plague Capital of the World... hey, bonus!
Beware: You can contract SARS through computer screens! Your families are at risk! MWA HA HA HA HA HA
Here's the evil SARS cloud preparing to devour Toronto, before it moves on to your neck of the woods:
click for high-res
No, I don't have SARS. I don't know anyone who has SARS. Statistically, it would be unlikely that I would, given that there's only 124 people with SARS in a city with a population of 3 million. I'd have to shake about 25,000 hands to even be at risk, and mostly I just stay in my apartment and mope.
So, UNO-WHO's little declaration, which is bound to shut down my fair city for the rest of the decade, is really just the punchline of a mildly amusing joke. First we get robbed on the 2008 Olympics, and now we're lepers?!
Finally, Perks!
Apr 22 2003 - 11:40
a.m.
It's a dull gig most of the time but sometimes working on deadend.com does pay off... like when I get e-mails from porn star Lita Chase!
All right, I'm just searching for meaning.
Bon Voyage, Mon Ami
Apr 22 2003 - 10:25
a.m.
It's (fairly) official: Patrick Stewart, still stinging after Nemesis' shite performance at the BO, has stated that he's done with Picard and all Trek for Ever and Ever. If he's lying, we get to break his kneecaps, right?
The good news is, there will be a Trekkies 2. It's filming right now at conventions around the world. As with all sequels, it will be even scarier than the first.
Best line from last night's dream, in a Jasper voice: "D'you think these peas would squeeze cement if I hit them with radiation?"
I am NOT going to be able to handle this...
Apr 21 2003 - 11:40 p.m.
Buffy... (sniff).... wrap party.... (sniff sniff) .... (snuffle)
more pix, including a slutbombed-up-the-yinyang Michelle...
Thank God for Eco-Challenge
Apr 21 2003 -
11:02 p.m.
After a long day trying to build a better blog for Tederick.com, there's nothing better than sitting down and watching Eco-Challenge to remind myself that I'm just a pasty-assed loser doing nothing particularly interesting and living in the lap of comparative luxury. I love Eco-Challenge! If the late-season dregs have got you down, and Survivor ain't turning your crank any more, and you can barely sleep from Buffy anxiety, it's the best annual dose of spring air you could hope for.
David Duchovny's laconic narration doesn't quite match the hystrionics of Holly Hunter's gig last year, but the sheer fun of watching Hayden Christensen slog his way through a very real jungle is fabbo. I'm thinking that if Ewan gets too whine-happy in Sydney this summer about how hard it is to act in front of bluescreens, Hayden's going to bitch-slap him like nobody's business: "You want reality?! I've been to reality! TAKE THE BLUE SCREEN!!"
Moving on.... the 200th DVD Poll was yet another scintillating success (can you believe I had thought of skipping it, in favour of waiting for #250?). The poll is now closed. Although some wanker rallied a couple dozen of his close friends (read: himself, re-voting frequently) to try to snag Project Greenlight (a $75 purchase) the top slot, surfer-babe magnum opus Blue Crush squeaked through with a grand total of 23% of the vote, edging out Office Space's 17%. Oddly, after snagging third place in last year's poll, Crocodile Dundee has taken a dizzying fall to the bottom of the slag heap, netting only 3% of the popular vote. Doesn't matter; I'll buy it next week anyway.
Thanks for participating!
Last week I realized that I missed the halcyon days of 4-day Easter weekends so much, I decided to give myself one. The problem with this is that I now look at tomorrow's work pile with a dread not unlike that I were awaiting my own execution. Somebody saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaave meeeeeeeeeeeee!
I've read so many blogs today and researched so much blogsoftware, that I've realized that I'm not a very good blogger. However, this is nicely seasoned by the fact that I'm not sure if I should really want to be a better blogger. So for right now, the status quo holds....
Duplico Fantastico!
Apr 21 2003 - 1:02
p.m.
Spending most of the day trying to build a bigger better Tederick.com for you the viewer, but it's going to take a while so enjoy VCR2, exclusively in the Tederick.com Theatre, instead. Now that you've all got RealOne installed and happy, there should be no problems.
Thank Gollum...
Apr 21 2003 - 9:42
a.m.
The Two Towers DVDs have finally been announced.... streeting on August 26th and November 18th. All the usual doo-dads. Good timing, too; I was just enjoying some of the Fellowship supplementals over the weekend.
And now is the time that I confirm my goofy, unabashed love for the American Pie films and my intense happiness with the teaser for American Wedding, a.k.a. Alyson Hannigan Has Never Looked Hotter, Even In The Lesbian Stuff In Buffy Season Four.
Well Shut Me Down!
Apr 21 2003 - 1:09
a.m.
Okay, I really thought I made that harder than I did. Tederick.com reader Trace found all six eggs and is of course the winner! She describes herself as a "SW/Survivor chick who had nothing better to do on Easter." Time well spent, I say! Prize to shortly be en route.
Special mention to my man Chris, who sneaked it in shortly after
the winning entry. Cuz apparently he has a penchant for just barely missing the
win in contests of this nature.
And to Jason, who
was actually the first to get all six but is of course inelligible as a
Bearshark employee.
Eggs were hidden under Hermione's lovely visage, on the Men In Black 2 review, on Lando as a White Guy's page, in the journal archive, on Lex's page, and in the Jasper season 13 archive.
Well, there's nothing left to do now except VOTE FOR DVD #200!
And if you're just joining us after a long weekend away from Tederick.com, well, you missed the party. The Easter Eggs have all been eaten, but the 200th DVD poll will stay open for a little while longer. Who keeps voting for Blue Crush?!
First Annual Tederick.com Easter Egg Hunt!
Apr 20 2003 - 1:21 p.m.
You're right, I do buy too many DVDs and it is time to start giving some away.
Welcome to Tederick.com's first annual Easter Egg Hunt!
It's simple: "Easter Eggs" are hidden gizmos usually found on DVDs. I've hidden six on Tederick.com. They lead from one to another to another, with special instructions and whatnot. Your knowledge of Tederick.com's layout and areas will be scrupulously tested. When you've found all six (never gonna happen by the way) you'll be given a secret e-mail address to contact me. First person to send me a message through that address, listing the locations and descriptions of all six Easter Eggs, will win a DVD copy of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (or another disk of equal or lesser value.... we can negotiate).
Here's a clue for Number 1:
Four on the page boxed in white,
One is a slayer, another's a knight,
Pick not the hottest, but the youngest instead
If you choose Yoda, you're better off dead!
The Egg Hunt will only be open till Monday night at midnight.... No, it's not open to Bearshark employees.... I don't think any of you will make it anyway. Prove me wrong, folks!
Or, you could just vote on the 200th DVD, below, and quit yer whinin'.
SPEND MATT'S MONEY!!
Apr 19 2003 - 4:55
p.m.
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It's an opportunity that only comes around once every hundred DVDs or so... you get to tell me what disk to buy! Yep, I'm at disk #186, with only thirteen slots left to fill before the big two-oh-oh. To celebrate, I'm letting Tederick.com readers pick the two hundredth disk.
Once again I've compiled a list of ten potential DVDs that I would never get around to buying if they weren't listed in this poll. (Some are leftovers from the last poll.) Just click the handsome button to my immediate right to vote!
The poll will be open until it closes.
The Ninth Factor
Apr 18 2003 - 11:21
p.m.
Is everyone having a good Friday?
(heh heh heh)
Come on, I only get to use that one once a year.
I'm finally getting my shit together on VCR9 - you'll get a taste once the rest of the VCRs have finished their run in the Tederick.com Theatre. And man alive - these puppies just keep getting better and better! Thankfully, VCR10why will be the very final entry in this all-too-long-running series.
Oh right... I still haven't done 5.1.... shit. I'll do that tomorrow.
For reasons I'd best not get into, my computer now has a subwoofer in addition to its speakers. The result? I listened to the Bone Daddy music this morning and got damn good and excited. Maybe it was a washing machine orgasm sort of situation, but I'm starting to think that when this baby's finally done, it's gonna be pretty sweet. When will that be? I'll let you know.
Enter Quadratica
Apr 17 2003 - 11:54
p.m.
So how can you tell my mind ain't on Survivor right now - I made a boot pick without knowing that tonight was the clip show! How embarassing. The really sick part was that I found myself wondering, earlier today, when the clip show would be. And I had no clue. McSigh.
Tonight I did math. I want to thank Lise for giving me the opportunity to do math. And more importantly, to Show Work, which was the most fun part of doing math in high school. I had this teacher named Mr. Oki would would give you good marks even if you got the wrong answer, as long as you showed work. It led Mark and me to invent a version of poker called Oki Poki, where you could win any hand as long as you could show work (for example, in a seven card hand, if you had a 5, 6, 7 and an 8 but lacked a 9 to complete the straight, but you did have a 3 and another 6, you could add the 3 to the 6 and that would serve as your 9 - you've shown work).
I read an issue of Star Wars Republic last night that I actually really enjoyed. Since I've only particularly enjoyed the Zam Wesell 1-shot before out of the entirety of the Star Wars comic canon, issue 52 of SW:R was quite a discovery. Maybe this Clone Wars thing isn't such a bad idea after all? From the creator of Samurai Jack? Meh. And by the way: Lucasfilm is looking to hire a content writer for starwars.com. Among the necessary qualifications:
- Demonstrated solid knowledge of and discerning appreciation for the Star Wars universe.
- Exceptional written and verbal communication skills.
- Meticulous attention to visual and written detail.
- Published on the Web and/or print medium a plus
- Exposure to the entertainment industry required.
So, if I'm in San Rafael next week, you'll know why.
bloghop... bloghop.... bloghop......
All Hail Gozer!
Apr 17 2003 - 10:12
a.m.
Yep, I've pretty much determined that Caleb is the scariest sun'bitch ever to grace the contours of my lovely 16x9 television set. Makes me wish Firefly was still around so I could enjoy some of Captain Tightpants' patented homilies. Sure, I have a weak spot for demented preachers spewing biblical fire. Sure, I have a weak spot for induced blindness. But surely that's not enough to disqualifiy my opinion, is it? Let's see if we can't do something about that.
It's drought time here at Tederick Central; my water's off for the day. I guess I'm lucky it's not thirty degrees outside, huh?
Not sure if it's Rob or Alex tonight but I'll hit Rob again because I fucking hate that guy.
My X-Files collection takes a hit: the knobs at 1013 have determined that the transfer of "Triangle" is just fine, thank you, and there will be no replacement disk. Which is hogwash. Damn you Chris Carter, damn you to hell!!!
Get Yer Media Fix
Apr 15 2003 - 6:59
p.m.
If Cameron wrote it, and Scott directed, and Weaver starred in it, would you call it the best Alien film ever? Iron Jim's fairly convinced he'll write and produce Alien 5, and of course Sigourney and Ridley have discussed their interest in involvement quite a bit over the past 8 months. With Ghosts of the Abyss finally out of the way, it might be the right time to move forward. Cameron's other big thing right now is to shoot his next feature (narrative, mind you) completely in 3D, as he did with GOTA. Too bad Rodriguez is going to beat him to it by a couple of years... actually, it's too bad 3D suckssssssss.
And fear not, Simpsons fans, the 3rd season is finally hitting DVD on August 26th.
X2's only three weeks away... and then it all gets crazy....
Survival
Apr 15 2003 - 4:02
p.m.
Twenty-seven damned degrees. And tomorrow it plummets to eight again. Why isn't the weather making sense any more? This defies my understanding of how the universe works.
Okay, here it is, based on last night, my take on who will and won't get out of this season alive on Buffy. Don't read if you don't want to know. And if you actually do know, don't tell me if I'm right or wrong:
Buffy - can't die a third time, can she?
Faith - dead
Spike - "lives" in the vampiric sense
Angel - Shanshu's in Sunnydale?
Xander - all fun and games till... you know. But he'll make it.
Willow - lives
Anya - dead
Dawn - lives
Giles - dead
Andrew - very, very dead
Wood - lives
Kennedy - lives
Caleb - gets killed by Xander
The First - can't die... how we gonna get out of this one?
Joyce - stays dead
Tara - comes back to life!
Riley - calls from Guatemala; missed his flight
Clem - who cares?
Willie the Snitch - saves the day, dies in the process
Apr 14 2003 - 8:01 p.m.
As Evil Willow said a little under a year ago, "One down."
Four to go.
The long-promised, five-part grand shebang slamdango finale of Buffy is finally upon us, which fills me with both excitement and terrible, terrible pain. Right around now I really want to watch "Restless" - damn you Fox for making us wait for the Season Four DVD! In fact, now that the end is upon us, how about cranking out the rest of the series in under a year like your friends about Paramount? We could be living large by next Spring, instead of skulking around in Christmas 2004 hoping to get Season Seven. I want Season Four now!! (Actually I'm feeling very pro-Riley in general right now. What's up with that?)
Anyways. Onwards. Tonight's ep was absolutely flawless - a perfect setup for what looks like the biggest events in the series' entire history. Already, every challenge the Scoobies have been set against looks tiny and meaningless. And I'll tell you exactly why:
Xander's scream.
I don't ever want to hear Xander's scream again. That completely fucked me up. I was shaking, man, absolutely shaking. As with "Lies My Parents Told Me," I've been completely spoiler-free about tonight, so as far as I'm concerned all bets are off: the stakes are as high as they'll ever be, anyone can die, and when Caleb grabbed Xander, as far as I knew, that would be it. Nobody's safe, and Xander's the perfect target for the first, deadly wound to the heart of the Scoobies.
Okay, so he escaped alive but boy oh boy, things are different now, aren't they?
Now here's some interesting Xander-related points. First of all, absolutely fab giving Xander the rally speech this time around. Second, if Xander has been the one who "sees," what comes of the fact that it was Spike who witnessed his maiming, and the figurative loss of his "superpower?"
All in all, William the Bloody's contribution to "Dirty Girls" was freakin' great, from the cemetery three-way to the cellar convo with Faith. And boy is it good to have Faith back, and (more or less) on Buffy's good side: there's a reason their scenes together in Season Three are still looked back on as some of the series' best. Two Slayers? Who could ask for anything more?
And Captain Tightpants makes one hell of a scary bad guy. I mean, this is a sadistic motherfucker. We're seeing the performance of a lifetime here... makes me want to buy Firefly DVDs.
So now I'm just apoplectic with fright about what's coming next, and really really irritated that I have to wait two weeks to find out. Oh well. I guess it's better than waiting ... forever ... in vain ... for more Buffy .... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
She Has Cow Spots, So...
Apr 14 2003 -
4:40 p.m.
Here's Carolyn's new kitten. I'm proud of this one cuz I chose her name: Jersey! Perfect. Very happy she went with it.
Because the damn Zam vid's been in there way too long, I've changed things up in the Tederick.com Theatre. It's VCR Month! So for the next month - well, actually, 7 weeks - it'll be a new VCR movie every week. We're starting it back at the beginning with VCR One, or as it was originally known, VCR Only. This would be an outstanding opportunity for you all to get the latest version of RealOne installed on your machine, cuz that's the only way you're going to see any of it. Click on "Free Download" in the top left.
Prick vs. Pile Driver
Apr 14 2003 - 3:38
p.m.
Ka-BOOM.
Ka-BOOM.
Ka-BOOM.
Ka-BOOM.
(and so forth)
This is life at Matt's apartment. On my left: Prick, my neighbour. Likes to watch TV really loud until around 3 in the morning. You've met him before.
On my right: the water main replacement crews. Like to start - literally, now - pile-driving their way through the asphalt at 7 in the bloody morning.
7 minus 3 equals.... 4 hours sleep for Matt!
(grumble)
(snarf)
Mer had the fabbo idea of making a 1-minute movie about a neighbour, kind of as a communal film project. I'm concocting some wonderful things for Prick, yes sir....
The Lifting
Apr 12 2003 - 12:01
p.m.
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Today we will address the philosophical question: Is Matt having a quarter-life crisis?
But first I want to give the shout out to my man Peter; that boy's Flie. And any other NT grads reading this site... good for you. I googled all of you last night. Most of you are on here somewhere.
All right, here it is:
Q: Why the hair?
A: Why not the hair? The comedy value alone made the bleaching worth the pain. The other night I was in a crowded restaurant waiting for a bunch of my friends. They arrived one by one in turn, and short of standing up and setting fire to my ass, I couldn't have bought their attention with a hundred dollar bill. People look through me. I stood two feet away from a guy I used to work with and he didn't even know I was there. It's a fucking superpower!
Well, I didn't know all of this at the time I bleached it, of course. Actually I was just bored. I was going to go to a movie but then I was like, I've been to movies before. I've never done this before....
Q: Why the Imperial Shuttle?
A: Not to get repetitive, but why not the Imperial Shuttle? This thing kicks hard societal ass! The fact that I didn't own one of these before just baffles me now that it's sitting on top of my desk, glaring down at me like an angry bird of prey. Sure, its asian origins have bought me a one-way ticket to Courtney's SARS clinic but otherwise I've got no complaints.
Q: Why the blogstop?
A: Blog go way. We no like blog.
One week no blog.
Blog back now. We like blog all along!
Q: How's the Buffyverse?
A: Gina Torres is kicking hard ass as Jasmine on Angel. I'm really liking the way this season is rounding out. I'm also glad they kept the Evil Pregnant Cordelia hystrionics to a minimum. New Buffy on Monday... I'm livid with excitement. And also filled with dread and sadness.
Q: Did you pick Deena?
A: Nope.
Q: What happened when Zam met Woogie?
A: This:
Now, a little cat intro for all the T.C readers who are like, "I thought your cat had diabetes? How can a cat you got two months ago that used to live with your sister have diabetes?"
Woogie (center)
Age: 20
Ownership: Adam
Place of residence: my parents'
house
Temperament: friendly
Alterna-names: Tiger, Shny, Fatty, Bumhead,
Smelly Belly, Oldie McGee
Fond of: eating
Ailments: Diabetes, blindness,
arthritis, thyroid problems
Favourite movie: Meet the Parents
Mojo (right)
Age: 3
Ownership: Caitlin
Place of residence: my parents'
house
Temperament: bitchy
Alterna-names: Molly Josephine, Molly McGoo,
Queen Bitch of the Universe
Fond of: being mean
Ailments: hysterical
pregnancy, violent hatred
Favourite movie: How to Lose a Guy in 10
Days
Zam (left)
Age: 2
Ownership: Mine
Place of residence: my
aparment
Temperament: standoffish
Alterna-names: Zammalammadingdong,
Zmuda, Zoidberg, Crazy Insane-ulon
Fond of: religion
Ailments:
omni-vomiting, the world's stinkiest feces
Favourite movie: Attack of the
Clones
Q: How you doin' on them X-Files?
A: Four episodes into Season Three.
Also gave Futurama a glance and I'm so glad I didn't buy that series. It really does suck. And yet I'm angry they cancelled it. Strange. The "Robot Hell" number, though, that's what it's all about.
All right, that's enough of that nonsense. What else is going on around here? Well, the venerable Attack of the Clones page, that holy chronicle of the best seven days of last May, has been moved into the Archive. So has Jessica Fletcher, cuz let's be realistic: she ain't doin' nuthin' for nobody.
Well, that's it. What are you all doing inside anyway?
The Razing
Apr 7 2003 - 12:01
a.m.
Welcome back to Tederick.com!
I'm taking a break from the whole "daily blog" aspect of T.C while I get a few things sorted. (Anyone want to take side bets on how long I could possibly last without a dose?)
In the meantime, the truly voyeuristic can always read all the old journals in the Tederick.com Archive.
Oh: and all your bosses have asked me to tell you to get back to work and stop looking at this infernal web site!!!
see you soon....
all the things she said
Apr 6 2003 - 6:02
a.m.
What do you know - we really do have more fun!
I can't believe it's this cold - it's fucking April god dammit!!! - or that it's six in the morning and I'm still hours from sleep. A late-starting party and the Daylight Savings conspired to make this an unusually late night.... a year ago, how many times did I outlast Steve and Mer at a party? Now all I have to do is eclipse D-Coc sometime and I'm the master of all-night philandering.
Good times though, and thanks to Chris for the chuckles and talk of the Meaning of Life. The Meaning of Life - who am I kidding? Right not sure I know the meaning of how to get in my own bed. Life.... fuck... confusing. I'll get it sorted tomorrow.
Sympathy for the Devil
Apr 4 2003 - 1:25
a.m.
I don't know who scares me more:
1. Michael Moore, mostly because he's a big fellow and could devour me in two bites if he took a notion to;
2. Dennis Miller, who unleashed such an exorbitant stream of invective upon Moore last night that were I Moore, I would be beyond "them's fightin' words" and well into "where's my free-with-purchase bank rifle?"
3. The folks at MooreWatch.com, who apparently don't think Miller went far enough. Where do people like this get their time? (He says as he scribbles on his web site in the middle of a work day.)
Well I've earned it god dammit. It's been a Travesty week, lots and lots of work peppered with a healthy dose of anxiety and dismay. The weather's absolute shite - I cannot believe it, I shall not believe it - which oughta make today's pro-USA rally down at Nathan Phillips a soggy affair, more so than the anti-USA rally I attended a couple of weeks ago. God bless freedom of expression.
And headlining that concept this week, of course, is Fahrenheit 911: The Temperature at Which Freedom Burns, which may or may not be the title of Moore's next documentary, exploring how the Bush administration used 9/11 to manufacture Gulf War II. Me, my social commentary is kept closer to home: I just look up at the Dooku and Palpatine standing on top of my monitor and say, "Everything is proceeding as I have forseen. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!"
Well. All this gives me a headache. So I've been cruising the other Moore web site, Moore Action Collectibles, trying to scope a pic of the Dark Willow action figure. No success. But isn't life great when you focus on the little things?
Off the Track
Apr 3 2003 - 5:06
p.m.
I've been way off on Survivor for three weeks running.... But tonight I'm fairly content to assume Dave will be the next victim of the Deena alliance's nefarious plot. This is a shame, because Toucan Sam (Rob) is now officially my Least Favourite Castaway, Ever. Hopefully he'll boot next week or the week after.
Black Cat
Apr 3 2003 - 12:21
a.m.
On the way to poker tonight a black cat tore across the road right in front of the car. Scan forward a couple of hours and I've been cleaned out, thoroughly and and effectively butchered, robbed blind. Coincidence? I think not.
Get this: you know last summer, when they replaced the water mains on my old street and I had to put up with three months of pulse-pounding noise while I was trying to work. Well, guess where they're setting up shop this summer! Yep, my new street. The all-day droning has already started. Guess this answers whether or not I'll be moving out this year, though.... they can't possibly come back next summer, can they? I'm staying put.
Masters
Apr 2 2003 - 6:23
p.m.
I covet the Master Replicas licensed Star Wars prop replicas fairly obsessively.... I can't believe there are enough wealthy Star Wars fans out there to make these puppies sell at the rate they do. They had the Luke sabre at the Silver Snail until a week ago but now it's been sold and replaced with the Dooku sabre, above. If you have the time, swing by and look at it. Even I - who spend more than the average amount of time contemplating these things - didn't fully appreciate how wonderfully vicious this design is until I'd seen it in person, right in front of me. My kingdom for an expendable five hundred dollars!
"My man Peter? That boy's Flie!"
Apr 2
2003 - 9:24 a.m.
Hectic hectic hectic life. Everywhere I go.
A bit of sad news: Michael Jeter passed away over the weekend. If you don't know who that is... well... go away.
Actually that's the least of the sad news. There's been a deluge of mortality soaking the bones around me lately.... it's a very strange, dark time. Bad things apparently now come in eights.
My oh-so-hilarious stint as a basket weaver was shamelessly stolen from this site, although even I couldn't live with blue links on a purple background.
Want Buffy? Mmm, me too. You'll get your next dose on April 15th, then a week off, and then it's four weeks to the end - the 29th, May 6th, 13th, and the grand finale on the 20th. And while the release of Season Four remains mired in June, the release of Angel Season Two has been bumped forward into August.