XianMrtyr‘s latest LiveJournal entry describes his strange death-robot filled dreams. He says “My long-running obsession with the effects of technology on identity is resolving itself in my sleep.”

I think he just listens to too much Front Line Assembly.

(I’ve been there.)

The beautiful and talented Binary Goddess kindly donated a snazzy custom blogger template, which I utterly failed to get to work. In the process, I managed to pooch the Hell out of my old template (archives no longer showed up on the main page), so until I get some help from her, I’ve switched to this drab, pea-soup green template, because it was the only sample template that had a colour scheme that didn’t make my eyes bleed. I mean, black on white is fine for the printed page, but I don’t REALLY need to be bathed in the glow of monitor wash. Does the fact that I hate black text on white background just mean I’m a cranky old codger?

I’m trying to achieve some kind of rhythm with this blogging thing, the way that James has with his blog, but life keeps getting in the way. Okay, work keeps getting in the way. These days, there’s very little separating the two. Anway, check out Martina Topley-Bird. She sang on the first two Tricky albums, and now she has her first solo album. Not available in North America yet, but you can here the entire (utterly splendiferous) album off her site. Dig in.

Xianmrtyr contacted me a couple of days ago, and we’ve traded e-mail back and forth a bit. I was truly glad to hear from him ; we’ve not talked in a rather long time, and we last saw one another when I visited him last year. It’s good to stay in touch with friends, however distant. I’m so very bad at keeping in touch – it always seems like there’s not enough time to do it now, there’s plenty of time to do that later, and it slips, and slips and slips. I think, this weekend, I’ll make an effort to contact some of my old friends. I was inspired to contact an old friend of mine that I worked with at Square and also at Namco and it’d been so long that in between when we’d last spoke that I’d entirely missed that he’d (well, his wife’d) had a second kid! I missed an entire pregnancy! See what I mean about keeping in touch? So, if you’re like me, get off your butt! There’s no time like now to contact absent friends! And now, before I blind you with even more bold or italic text, I’ll sign off. It’s late, I’m tired, and the head of development is visiting our office in the morning to evaluate the progress of our project. I’ve had a couple of very long days, and tomorrow promises to be interesting.

More fun with cheesy quizzes!

You’re Bauhaus, the grandfather’s of goth. You
probably don’t call yourself a goth…but that
just makes you cooler. Nice boots, by the way

What Goth Band Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla

Which Colossal Death Robot Are You?

What’s your pirate name?

I found this on Xianmrtyr‘s blog. Too much fun! Anyway, here are my results:

Your pirate name is:

Black Jack Vane

Like anyone confronted with the harshness of robbery on the high seas, you can be pessimistic at times. You tend to blend into the background occaisionally, but that’s okay, because it’s much easier to sneak up on people and disembowel them that way. Arr!

Well, I didn’t get to go see Spearhead in Ottawa on Thursday night, but I did get to see them here, in Toronto, at the Opera House yesterday. I don’t think I’ve ever had that much fun at a concert. Certainly not in recent memory, anyway. There was a tremendous positive vibe at the show, and I really enjoyed it. And the music! Influences drawn from all over – Latin America, Africa, New Orleans, hiphop and even blues. It’s not normally the kind of music I listen to, but it’s so infectious that I can’t imagine anyone not being swept away by it. At the end of the show Michael Franti entered the crowd and just talked to fans, giving everyone a hug and a Namaskar. He comes across as a very geniune, very warm and caring person – I’m so glad I went to this show. I have to thank my dear friend Kourosh Farrokhzad, and his sister Kathy for telling me about the show and sharing the event with me. I have to say this – unless the universe conspires against me, I’ll never miss another Spearhead show in the area again.

I saw T3 on the weekend. My verdict? Save your money. It’s just not very good. I wasn’t expecting a whole lot, given the absence of both Linda Hamilton and James Cameron, but I guess I was hoping to be pleasantly surprised. I wasn’t. Special effects have apparently become a lot more expensive in 12 years because, in my opinion, T3 looks a whole lot less impressive than T2. Part of it, I’m sure, had to do with the “evil” Terminator — Kristanna Loken had the whole fixed-gaze single-minded look down pat, but she’s simply not as intimidating as Robert Patrick was in T2. Mr. Cranky suggests that it’s because she’s too attractive, but I don’t think that’s quite right (the she is attractive). Between the not-quite-intimidating enough “evil” terminator, and the whiny-self-pitying bitch John Connor, the movie was just desperately drab. And, you know, I’ve never been bored in a Terminator movie, even watching T2 for the fifth or sixth time it’s still entertaining. T3 left me bored. Often.

As I’m entering this, I’m listening to the new Mogwai album, “Happy Music for Happy People”, and it’s just draining away all my vitriol. It’s such a magnificent album it defies description. Trust me on this, just go out and buy it. You won’t regret it. Here’s a taste – the video for the album opener: Hunted By A Freak.