tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-135006642011-07-28T18:09:35.894-03:00chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.comBlogger891100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-40067452050942884302009-11-27T14:43:00.007-04:002009-11-27T16:23:37.913-04:00

Hello, endless seas of readers.I have returned, unscathed, from my wayward sojourn of negligence. As with 20% of the rest of casual blog writers (I'm guessing 1/5 are regular posters, and 3/5 are actually just spambots), the last post on my abandoned blog was actually about how I planned on posting more -- which I find pretty funny.To the point:I've just finished reading Ben Kuchera's editorial

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-33893275088049946422007-06-11T03:07:00.001-03:002007-06-11T03:17:07.559-03:00

That is despite its accuracy.In terms of updates: St. Patrick's Day was fun (that being the last entry, I ought to offer some small nod to continuity), though drinking Guinness all night is a stomach-stretching proposition. Also, every locally-brewed stout in Halifax is superior to Guinness. Perhaps Guinness is worthy of its reputation if you get it in somewhere near the St. James' Gate brewery

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-77789007010871218212007-03-16T01:07:00.000-03:002007-03-16T01:13:34.027-03:00

Spring appears to be struggling, once more, against the inevitable forces of Canadian winter.I walked back from class, today, over soggy turf -- dead grass returning to life. Looking down Coburg Road demonstrated the clear return of Halifax's famous murk, and the hydro lines above me confirmed the ambient humidity with their endless buzzing.Later, it rained.St. Patrick's Day is on Saturday. I'm

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-11553478920254964052007-02-20T23:34:00.000-04:002007-02-21T00:18:58.727-04:00

I watched two movies, today. Almost Famous and American Beauty both found their respective ways into my upper consciousness as I sat around, semi-aware of the other things that I ought to be doing.It was actually the audio commentary for American Beauty that I watched, to be honest. Poor Alan Ball hardly gets a word in between Sam Mendes' stream-of-consciousness-like outpourings of his ideas

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-11408407850579297202007-02-13T12:25:00.000-04:002007-01-10T11:47:20.921-04:00

Frozen burritos became a staple of my diet long ago.Shockingly, I'm also fully capable of inventing a rather nice rainbow trout-with- rosé-sauce-on-linguine sort of dish, but apathy often bests me.I don't typically gush (not that I typically post much at all, lately), but I did meet someone important some months ago. I'm trying to write something fitting for the whole thing, but progress is

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-16467873277810409892007-01-10T00:48:00.000-04:002008-12-10T09:44:46.449-04:00

You know, it just wouldn't be Halifax if it didn't rain, snow and hail at the same time with sustained near-gale winds all day and a temperature of 4 in early January.I do dearly love this city.In other news, there's an incredibly centring effect to lying in bed, staring at the weathered ceiling of a tiny room while listening to a hamster climbing the walls of his miniature confinement and

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-57381730912165877342006-12-25T15:03:00.000-04:002006-12-25T15:10:11.745-04:00

So a good friend of mine has a Wii, it turns out.You know, I've never really had a particular interest in tennis, but for some reason, playing doubles with a few friends on that devilishly clever machine is more fun than a talking parrot on LSD. Watching your tiny, cartoonified likeness thrash about in response to your actual motions is glorious, and even losing a game is fun, 'cause the

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-70738936326975597842006-12-19T16:06:00.000-04:002006-12-19T16:17:58.035-04:00

Whether here or on The Rabid Bulldog, I've made more than a couple of glowing treatises about my love affair with the idea of the Wii (note that I haven't actually played one, yet).This just stokes the fires. Some dude's built tiny little doppelgangers of famous directors on hisWii. There's something quietly brilliant about having the ability to make yourself a miniature, cartoonified George

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-2335415229995747062006-12-12T17:59:00.000-04:002008-12-10T09:44:46.570-04:00

Upwards. Ever Upwards.

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-46926460453227916392006-12-12T16:41:00.000-04:002006-12-12T17:25:34.614-04:00

About a month and a half later, I return again.I imagine I'll be around a little while before my next hiatus, but who knows?While casually browsing Ars Technica, this afternoon (in the midst of absent-mindedly avoiding the reading required to write my lit review that's due before my last exam on Thursday), I came across some unusually tantalizing next-gen gaming links. Shockingly, I'm

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1162172683700201442006-10-29T21:33:00.000-04:002006-12-12T18:03:31.210-04:00

Every now and then, I abuse this forum, where some of you give me your undivided attention, to bring to your eyes and/or ears some media that I think good or important, or both. You'll notice some links to music I like on the right-hand sidebar.Today, I'm foisting upon you one of my most favourite songs by anyone, and he happens to be a Canadian, at that. So: since I've been essentially obsessing

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1162158774146080372006-10-29T17:46:00.000-04:002006-12-12T18:04:17.307-04:00

You hear a lot of athletes talk about 'good pain.' It's a funny feeling: it certainly is an alright feeling, but it's difficult to describe it as anything other than pain.I spent the better part of yesterday climbing at a local gym, pulling hard at some fresh problems that had been set, and having a good time at what was the first competition of the year. Today, of course, the tips of my fingers

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1161145947062727652006-10-18T01:28:00.000-03:002006-12-12T18:05:00.425-04:00

I promised to write the soundtrack for a friend's short film. I know I can do it. It's just slow work.I have continued writing, however, and some material that began its genesis on good ol' Sable Island has begun to emerge, a little. Melodies have ordered themselves and some light, simple fingerstyle accompaniments have materialised.I must endeavour not to forget these things.I wish I were in a

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1160285221341823322006-10-08T02:12:00.000-03:002006-12-12T18:05:52.348-04:00

I post this because I failed to fulfill a guarantee to a good friend of mine when I did not post on Thursday or Friday.It's not that I have little to say, or am afraid of saying it, I just don't exactly know what it is that I have to say. I know there's something -- it simply eludes me, altogether.I used to worry a lot, about a lot of things, before exposure to some calming philosophies chilled

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1155066912561858282006-08-08T16:11:00.000-03:002006-12-12T18:06:32.133-04:00

Sad things have been happening to my favourite artist. Turmoil in life happens to all of us, but it's always sad to hear someone say that they've had the worst year of their life.Apparently, it's been one of those years for Matthew Good. I do hope things pick up, and apparently so does every other person who reads his blog -- the outpouring of support has been immense from the fan community.Matt

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1153110501231274212006-07-17T01:24:00.000-03:002006-12-12T18:06:54.642-04:00

It's very common amongst politically-charged comics. Comedy is an art that, even when being subtle, has to have a blunt strike in it, somewhere.Comics are generally pricks, onstage. They just can't pull punches.After watching an hour of Dennis Miller live in Las Vegas, however (or taped, really), I can only describe his slick, pseudo-cerebral, right-of-centre (and sometimes downright-right-wing)

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1151889874656672542006-07-02T22:05:00.000-03:002006-07-02T22:24:34.680-03:00

Wordy, sometimes, I know.I generally try to hide the fact that this site is, often-as-not, a place for me to vent my emotions and frustrations in what I like to think is highbrow language and lofty, quasi-profound meanderings about something that's not quite what I'm deliberately not talking about.There I go, again.When I get tired, and my enthusiasm for the freedom and easy life of summer

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1151456291609181152006-06-27T21:38:00.000-03:002006-06-27T21:58:11.633-03:00

'Yes you are.'I'm both alive and have access to the Internet, here on Sable Island (technically in Nova Scotia), but really the alive part is a technicality, as well, considering that I am working from 6 in the morning till about five in the afternoon, most days.I'll be pretty tired, when I'm done with the birds, out here.It's been good, however. I found a tiny old Lysol bottle in the sand, today

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1150256393115301352006-06-14T00:30:00.000-03:002006-06-14T00:39:53.126-03:00

Living in a state of complete ignorance of what the (very immediate) future holds has foisted upon me a strange new feel to life.I can't keep food for longer than a day, for certain, since there's a chance that if I need to keep it past today, I'll need to keep it till September, and so minimal grocery-buying has resulted in my visiting the grocer daily. Today, my lunch was (relatively) fresh

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1150172697852696192006-06-13T01:18:00.000-03:002006-06-13T01:24:57.883-03:00

Even I was convinced that I was leaving, today.No, guys, for serious, this time.We made it all the way to the hangar that houses the helicopters that are going to take us over. Then they told us that visibility was less than a mile, and we weren't going.Now we're told, "maybe tomorrow."Then it'll be maybe Wednesday.Then we're getting close to where tropical storm Alberto makes life really

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1150115128255595882006-06-12T09:10:00.000-03:002006-06-12T09:25:28.266-03:00

I come to you, today, a man who has sat about, shiftless and lump-like for far too long.I am scheduled to leave for the bustling metropolis of Sable Island at any time (I am told that it could well be this very afternoon), but we have continued to be dogged by unfavourable weather conditions either here or on said sandbar.I'm somewhat alright with this, as I have no great love for the idea of

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1147934070449345292006-05-18T03:23:00.000-03:002006-05-18T03:34:30.460-03:00

The Oilers have defeated the San Jose Sharks by winning four straight games in the playoff series; it was hard-fought and well-played by everyone involved, and I truly would have cheered the Sharks in a match against most any other team -- they've got guts: you can't deny that.This leaves the onward-marching Oilers facing down the charging Mighty Ducks of Anaheim in the Western Conference finals.

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1147489289624309342006-05-12T22:59:00.000-03:002006-05-13T00:01:29.670-03:00

I have not, historically, been a rabid hockey fan. It has nothing to do with any disagreements I have with the game, or the state of it, or even with my country's obsession with it. In fact, I've always watched it -- I come from a hockey family: my father played it, and several of my cousins played it at varying levels of skill (one continues to do so, as a very, very hard-working forward looking

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1146779595499675142006-05-04T18:42:00.000-03:002006-05-04T18:53:15.516-03:00

Summer has come, I have found [isolated] emloyment, and am now resting and relaxing in my home town.Driving upriver into the Saint John River Valley with my father, it struck me, once again, just how vivid this part of New Brunswick can be. As the sun set slowly, creeping down toward the endless sea of trees, the sky's colours shifted, slowly, lazily, reflected like a Monet in the river.There

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1143961239146658342006-04-02T03:43:00.000-03:002006-04-02T04:17:36.136-03:00

I'm having trouble with my guitar, this week.At first, it was a ~15% drop in ambient humidity -- this was merely causing some slight buzzing at the fourteenth fret of the first string. A little bit of mechanical error is easy to compensate for. I was getting by very nicely just bending notes up. The tonal alteration was literally imperceptible, if you couldn't physically feel my hand's slight

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1143323926380854722006-03-25T17:40:00.000-04:002006-03-25T17:58:46.396-04:00

Let me be succinct in my purpose: there is much controversy over the annual seal hunt in the Newfoundland and Labrador area of Canada. It is largely driven by the fact that seals are adorable, and has the rallying cry of, "Shouldn't we stop beating their pups with clubs?"The wonderful part about this question is that you don't have to even answer it. We don't. No one does. It's illegal to kill

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1142480259409215192006-03-15T23:21:00.000-04:002006-03-15T23:37:39.426-04:00

Check this out.Will Gadd tells you all about the myriad different styles of climbing in the world.I'm especially fond of the sections on trad climbing and mixed climbing (which, as you may not necessarily gather from his writing, is climbing with ice gear on both ice and on rock, which is known as dry-tooling).There's something very pure I find about bouldering -- just you and some movements.

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1142220932036936562006-03-12T23:21:00.000-04:002006-03-12T23:35:32.050-04:00

I believe I may have won, comrades.There has been little communication about the Revolution, I know, but this is because there has been little to report. No one has attempted to stop me, and no complaints have been made. I have carried on, unchallenged, for ten days.I believe I may have proven my point: there is no one that has the authority to force me into trival compliance. Any such "rules"

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1141448941322696622006-03-04T00:52:00.000-04:002006-03-04T01:09:01.336-04:00

I'm sure you didn't expect all of my posts for the next three months to be about not wearing pants. There's little else to say on the subject, you see. Nothing will happen, and it will cease to be noticed that my hairy legs are showing.The news has apparently come down that Matthew Good is not coming to the East Coast of Canada. There was a very strong rumour, from reputable sources, that he most

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1141362124959224712006-03-03T00:55:00.000-04:002006-03-03T01:02:04.976-04:00

They have issued missives in an attempt to legitimize their authority. Their mere response acknowledges the validity of our movement.War? I know not the counter-tactics that will be used, but this is a nonviolent protest, and as much as even this level of dissent pains me, I am not frightened of an attempt to escalate the terms.We shall overcome.I aim not to disturb the delicate balance of life.

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1141358654000596022006-03-02T23:36:00.000-04:002006-03-03T00:04:14.020-04:00

I will not be intentionally naked in front of the other denizens of this land. They deserve better than that treatment.I do, however, have the right to simplify my look to any degree preceding the obvious and lewd display of my genitalia. I shall keep the package under wraps.I understand that my fellows do not wish to see me in most any state of nudity; they would avoid the view of my nipples,

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1141017366364351562006-02-27T01:03:00.000-04:002006-02-27T01:16:06.376-04:00

I believe that the problem mentioned in my previous post seems mostly to have been due to a lack of ideas -- it's not that I was out of ways to write, I just didn't know what to write about. I've been met with a few challenges today, and written two songs already.I just had nothing to say, is all. Now, not so much.In other news, my favourite artist, Matthew Good, is not only going on a solo,

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1140587835316662742006-02-22T01:30:00.000-04:002006-02-22T01:57:15.330-04:00

The Muse has left me for the moment.I haven't written anything new, really, in a week or two, and I've few (if any) ideas, which are invariably not going to go anyplace. That's just how it goes: if you're doing six or seven things to any degree of commitment at once, they're probably all going to suffer for it.I was originally planning on doing some recording, this week, and was thwarted by a

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1139868488402810882006-02-13T17:50:00.000-04:002006-02-13T18:08:08.420-04:00

I despise this word. "Fundamentalist."I understand that it has a set definition. They picked the name, themselves, I'm led to believe.The thing is, I deeply and wholeheartedly disagree with those people (please don't visit that page unless you must: it will offend you, as it does me) on most tenets of that Book that we share, at root. It disturbs and unsettles me to an astonishing degree that

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1138568956669636502006-01-29T16:28:00.001-04:002006-01-29T17:09:38.883-04:00

I'm procrastinating, again. Lucky you.I'm also listening to some Matt Mays (from the Matt Mays and El Torpedo album, if you're curious), which is why I've been so compelled to suddenly expose one of my innermost obsessions with you: the timbre of a guitar.The thing about it is that it's simply so versatile, and so organically so: even with just my very simple (electronic-less) acoustic (a

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1138430420005808732006-01-28T02:35:00.000-04:002006-01-28T02:40:20.016-04:00

My desktop PC, Shakey, as I call him, has been having trouble, lately. Seems his poor little AMD processor was feeling a bit too hot. I quickly isolated the problem and Shakey's brain now has a sizable new Thermaltake Extreme Volcano 12 heatsink keeping it from frying. There's been a ~30 degree reduction in temperature at load.New post on A Loss For Words. I wrote something again. And I'm working

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1137176027943733072006-01-13T14:08:00.000-04:002006-01-13T14:13:47.963-04:00

It is, of course, Friday the 13th.This is my favourite day.Loads of people are of the irrational belief that this day, when it occurs, is unlucky: scores of bad things happen on Friday the 13th. At some point, I made the decision that, since it's a wholly irrational belief, 13 would arbitrarily be my lucky number, and I would always have fantastic Fridays the 13th.I've always been fairly

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1136784122153734842006-01-09T00:40:00.000-04:002006-01-09T01:22:02.170-04:00

Since I'm not sleeping, again, for various reasons, I was just reading and listening to some pining kind of music, hoping to get really sleepy.I took a look and checked out Matt Good's blog, since I've been downright entranced with my favourite Canuck songwriter's thoughts, most especially about music. Lately, as many of us often have experienced, his entries have turned to talk of losing

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1134888126815473162005-12-18T02:38:00.000-04:002005-12-18T02:42:06.830-04:00

There are some songs that just resonate in a sort of permanant way as to suggest some sort of internal fusion-powered energy. Songs that get played in basically every coffee house and open mic setting the world over, thanks to both elegant simplicity (read: ease of reasonable reproduction) and an open, wide appeal.At some point in 1974 or '75, two men sat down and penned one of the most

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1134624906602032092005-12-14T23:56:00.000-04:002005-12-15T01:35:06.796-04:00

I have distilled my philosophy on not picking up drunk girls at bars. Any girls, for that matter. Assume for me, if you will, that this is as possible as I'm hoping you'll allow, and in doing so, you may see better why I choose not to.There is a simple goal for most people out hunting for someone to pick up. They're looking to get laid. The problem with that for me is that I'm not looking to

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1134411717659026652005-12-12T14:15:00.000-04:002005-12-12T14:21:57.670-04:00

It's been a while, I know. Deepest apologies if you've been waiting on the edge of your seat -- your posterior must be sore.I sit, right now, on the verge of my first final examination of the term, which translates into not having anything left to study, and being worried about my unusually high confidence level. Irrationality can be fun!I'm also waiting for a damn donair that hasn't shown up,

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1133160161739203732005-11-28T02:39:00.000-04:002005-11-28T02:42:41.753-04:00

So tired ... ought to sleep.New post on A Loss for Words. Basically, I've discovered that, with some effort, I can squeeze small amounts of visual art out of me. Plus I wrote a new song. It is called Home Away. I like it, so far. Lyrics may eventually go up on that site. Yadda yadda, read that post.Running three blogs is an exercise in the recreational complication of life. But then,

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1132984102407926002005-11-26T01:17:00.000-04:002005-11-26T01:48:22.436-04:00

Since I'm up, anyway, I figured this was a good way to kill time until my hiccups go away.I really hate the hiccups. This is about the fourth time I've had them, today. That's been somewhat unpleasant.I suppose this is as good a time as any to talk about names. Not mine. I assure you that that's far too personal a story for me to tell online, but do ask me some time, if you know me. I'm

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1132550029108188882005-11-21T00:40:00.000-04:002005-11-21T01:13:49.120-04:00

There are a lot of little things you go by every day without noticing. Most of them are totally unknowable, in fact, and you wouldn't see them if you were looking. There are a good percentage, though, that are significant, and you might just as well assume that they're there, all the time.I've had a habit, for as long as I've been consciously thinking about my habits, of cutting people a lot of

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1132037199338160092005-11-15T02:24:00.000-04:002005-11-15T02:46:39.363-04:00

I've long been one to contemplate the nature of this thing we call the weblog.What's the point? At what point is placing personal info on your blog too much? Do people even want to read about your bowel movements?What about ambiguity? If I were to write everything here in a purely hypothetical manner, would that be a marked improvement?It's very stange, placing one's thoughts in writing where

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1131745294109372352005-11-11T17:20:00.000-04:002005-11-11T17:41:34.126-04:00

The anger's back, baby.I can't even remember if I've had an angry rant on here before or not, but let's say this is probably unfit for the RB, and I'll just continue.I'm beginning to feel white-hot rage bubble inside of me every time someone tells me they don't have time for something. I'd like to extrapolate on how it's a symptom of our temporally-obsessed social norms of the day, and how much

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1131428913034228522005-11-08T01:11:00.000-04:002005-11-08T01:48:33.046-04:00

Though undeath seems cooler and cooler, lately. Invincibility? Neato.I guess I do kind of like sunlight, anyway.In any case, I think I mentioned in one of my more "recent" posts that I'd be posting more frequently in an effort to just generally improve my thought process and writing. I failed that one.I have been busy, though, as I'm probably going to try to get into the honours stream in my

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1128399269673836072005-10-04T00:48:00.000-03:002005-10-04T01:14:29.680-03:00

Perspective. That's what time gives you. Which ultimately leads to wisdom, though there are other ways of arriving at that.But perspective through time crystallizes one's experiences the best.Hindsight is much more than 20/20, if you've got the head for it.In keeping with my fun habit of talking explicitly about things that may make people uncomfortable, it has been over a year since I last had

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1127489148733774122005-09-23T12:19:00.000-03:002005-09-23T12:25:48.746-03:00

The Toothless Bulldog seems to have died on us.It has, however, risen anew. I call it reborn, not in the sense that it has had drastic changes made to it, but in the spirit that it died and now it ain't dead no more.I believe my connectivity issues in my place of residence have been ameliorated to a significant enough degree as to allow my continued contribution to this one-man show.That also

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1126840104067259522005-09-16T00:07:00.000-03:002005-09-16T00:08:24.070-03:00

No, not the book by Timothy Findley.After a week's worth of moving/settling into a place with my friends, I eventually came to rest, only to make a brief jaunt into the centre of these Atlantic Canadian provinces, to catch the Rolling Stones and four other acts over in Moncton (New Brunswick).I'd rant about how phenomenal the show was, and how great some of the respective sets were (Stones, OLP

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1125085574909060122005-08-26T16:33:00.000-03:002005-08-26T16:46:14.916-03:00

This blog, that is.I am, of course, referring to the point that I'm moving this week (tomorrow, to be precise), and that I really haven't had all that much to write about, nor the time to let it sift through my noodle sufficiently to type it out on here. The same goes for that other thing I've been hammering on (and keep mentioning but not linking to; all in due time).Today, I have been packing

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1124648056692161262005-08-21T14:54:00.000-03:002005-08-21T15:14:16.700-03:00

Work is over, WoW is going swimmingly and Idol Blues has a fourth chapter.This has been a most productive weekend.I am, however, having some difficulty with said MMORPG: my notoriously unstable personal computer keeps crashing the game. Specfically, it likes to give me an "Error # 132," which is apparantly fairly common, but which I'm not sure I've been able to fix, yet. I can't really think of a

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1124471076572679962005-08-19T13:50:00.000-03:002005-08-19T14:04:36.580-03:00

I don't even drink, I just love that BNL song. Good old Stunt. What a classy album.In any case, when I finally made it to the Source, which was an epic journey involving all of five minutes' worth of driving in the Whitebreadmobile (our Toyota Highlander), and my unfortunate catching of the hot potato that is the gas light in an SUV, I was met with a somewhat disconcerting situation. You see, the

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1124331112076306052005-08-17T22:48:00.000-03:002005-08-17T23:11:52.083-03:00

I never did own an SNES. There are so many great games I missed (though, I guess, it blessedly resulted in my introduction to PC gaming, which is my main form of electronic entertainment, as far as that goes).I just remembered Ogre Battle while at work today, and as soon as I had a spare minute at home, I downloaded the ROM for zSNES. I plan on devoting a great deal of time to that wonderful

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1124234526912967012005-08-16T19:54:00.000-03:002006-04-12T02:33:56.806-03:00

I've been writing, this week. New post on A Loss For Words, and some work done on Idol Blues, of all things.Then I started looking to see if there was anything I'd neglected to finish, in my compendium of stupid crap I've written. I was immediately reminded of a discussion, of one of my most treasured works of music, that I tried to pen a great while ago.It is presented here, lightly edited, and

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1123429233936501532005-08-07T12:14:00.000-03:002005-08-07T12:40:33.946-03:00

Sports games need a kick in the bum.Seriously, there are some exceedingly entertaining sports titles out there, but new features in them haven't really advanced much since the Create-A-Player/Team ability, and the addidition of the Dynasty mode. These, of course, were probably inevitable, anyway.What we need is to get away from licensed, professional sport entirely. We need amateurs. We need

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1123386014591308702005-08-07T00:31:00.000-03:002005-08-07T00:40:14.606-03:00

And really hairy feet. I actually noticed, earlier today, that my right foot is somewhat hairier than my left. This is particularly pronounced in the big-toe region.In other news, the town's annual fireworks display (of the non-Canada Day variety) went nicely, this evening, including my very favourite exploding things.Watching the coloured flashes on people's faces during the display is really

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1123194301468911162005-08-04T19:15:00.000-03:002005-08-04T19:25:01.476-03:00

Worst. Blog title. Ever.I just started listening to some Crush Luther again for the first time in a good while. They're a wicked cool, somewhat poppy rock band from Ontario (see bio on their site). I say poppy because the lyrics tend in that direction, but I consider The Trews to be pop-rock (pop-blues-rock), too, and they can seriously rock a joint, so it's certainly no indication of musical

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1123184800413169442005-08-04T16:46:00.000-03:002005-08-04T17:18:47.520-03:00

I really hate dance clubs.I'm not a very good dancer, but that doesn't have much to do with it. It's more along the lines of, while I do occasionally enjoy dancing (it's really quite dependent on a specific mood and the right sort of enthusiastic company), the music they play in dancey bars, to me, is pathetic shite.I honestly can't stand having to listen to someone garbling out "From the window/

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1122833508645367442005-07-31T15:00:00.000-03:002005-07-31T15:11:48.650-03:00

The urge was far too strong, and so I've been forced to begin yet another online project.No worries, however, this blog won't likely change any more than it would have otherwise. I just have another, slightly less mundane site, somewhere on Blogger, now.I'm not, however, telling anyone exactly where to find it. It's in its infant stages, and the specifics of the whole thing are only slowly

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1122587624772225182005-07-28T18:39:00.000-03:002005-07-28T18:53:44.780-03:00

A song and a phone number, and a few events that never really got figured out or put away in my mind.I thought I was done with this, but apparently I've relapsed.The muddling part is that it's almost like getting a good song you don't know stuck in your head; you like it, but you need it to go away, because you're not getting anywhere, which is very frustrating.I love that line from the chorus of

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1122335872417155002005-07-25T20:39:00.000-03:002005-07-25T20:57:52.426-03:00

Anyone else remember that trend back in, oh, 2000 or so, where it was cool to wear the face of your watch on the underside of your arm?I do.Whatever happens to those old trends? Are they sent down to a nice, big farm, where they can run free and compete in a more natural playing field, not fettered by the artificial cool of some being newer? Or is that place only for lost pets?I think I'll try to

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1121730787916569662005-07-18T20:35:00.000-03:002005-07-18T20:53:07.926-03:00

Yesterday's posting was exceedingly lengthy, but I stand by what I said. Voluntary creative expression: allow the gaming community to create culture within the game itself, without mods. The future.But I digress. Sir Whitesmudge is doing well, which is a boon to all those of us who fear that, one day, we shall be overcome by our own filth (or that of our contemporaries), and wallow in it for

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1121629067352451162005-07-17T15:42:00.000-03:002005-07-17T16:37:47.363-03:00

I have seen the future of gaming.It was, in fact, not in any sort of interactive medium that most would expect. It was in my head. It was a beautiful synthesis of things I've seen and things I've only dreamt, but it was most wonderful.I am a gamer (seven girls somewhere just decided that I was undatable, subconsciously). I have been playing video and computer games since I owned an original NES

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1121387981809775352005-07-14T20:31:00.000-03:002005-07-14T21:39:41.816-03:00

There will be a rant about the future of gaming, and the beautiful open-ended worlds that I believe are in store for us, as gamers, but I'm having trouble communicating my ideas, so this will sadly be a much less interesting post.My area was supposed to get some showers, possibly turning to thundershowers, today.There is currently a 15 m-wide puddle spanning our lawn (probably an inch deep, if

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1120948168597044642005-07-09T19:20:00.000-03:002005-07-09T19:29:28.596-03:00

Right, so the concert DVD I was talking about is actually called All Points Bulletin, whereas Last Dispatch is a documentary about the band (a huge force in popular independent music who bid farewell to their fans with a basically un-advertised, free concert last July that drew 110 000 people from 20 countries) and their final show (The Last Dispatch, I believe), which is being released on July

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1120947514476820852005-07-09T18:56:00.000-03:002005-07-09T19:18:34.483-03:00

Music so good you can feel it in the bones, man. I don't know exactly what that means, but I know how true it is. There are all kinds of bands I can listen to and just enjoy, but there are only a few artists or groups that consistently just strike such a perfect chord (pun intended) with me that it becomes a resonant experience. I really love Matt Good's music (with Matthew Good Band and solo

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1120608434972279392005-07-05T20:45:00.000-03:002005-07-05T21:07:14.980-03:00

(... for all it waaas woooooooooooorth. -- Daisy, by The Jimmy Swift Band)Seriously, man, that's a killer song.In other news, I think I keep getting mistaken for a stupid person when in book-related places. Last summer I went into a local bookstore to pick up something good to read (I had a massive backlog of gift certificates), and decided on Catch-22, by Joseph Heller. Amazing book. They owner

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1120443044065485982005-07-03T22:23:00.000-03:002005-07-03T23:10:44.080-03:00

I was trying to find the lyrics online to Joel Plaskett's Lonely Love (from his new solo album, La De Da, because, regardless of what he is actually saying in that song, that's basically how I've been feeling, lately. That's the cool thing about music, though. Whether the notes and chords (and inevitably the truly crucial silences) and overall arrangements actually communicate the emotion that

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1120086838786322802005-06-29T19:57:00.000-03:002005-06-29T20:13:58.800-03:00

There's this man in my home town, who must be at least eighty years of age, who dresses himself in the most unique costumes and walks around town. My mother knows his name, but I, myself, have never talked to him.Yesterday, he was walking on Main Street, as I was getting home from work, wearing construction gear -- including a hard hat and reflective vest. Today he had a very down-home-looking

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1119999953587314882005-06-28T19:46:00.000-03:002005-06-28T20:06:10.520-03:00

I had had the intent to write a brief bit on the many reasons that I think Matt Good is a phenomenal musician (and a Canadian, to boot), but I haven't much time today, and my fanboy ravings can wait for another time. (But seriously, man... his first greatest hits record, In A Coma should be out soon, and will be gold to me).In the mean time, I should certainly say that the main point of

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1119916831785786432005-06-27T19:42:00.000-03:002005-06-27T21:00:31.793-03:00

No, seriously. But I'll get to that in a minute.I was at work today, trudging through the ever-thriving New Brunswick forests, trying to find the clearing limits for a road, as I struck up a conversation with the guy who'd just started working with our crew today. Let's call him Tom (since I don't know any Toms very well, nor do I work with any). Tom seems to think I'm pretty smart, and he was

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1119809458158440082005-06-26T13:52:00.000-03:002005-06-26T15:10:58.166-03:00

My favourite parts of disaster movies are the bits right before whatever-it-is goes down. Right before the comet hits, or right before the mayhem starts after the volcano eruption. Whatever it is, the good bit is the tiny scene where you get a couple characters (or the whole damn cast, sometimes) reflecting on how things were. If the disaster is unexpected, it's just afterwards. Quiet reflection

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1119481745192845932005-06-22T19:25:00.000-03:002005-06-22T20:09:05.196-03:00

I was writing a long rant about torture, but I realized that it was poorly-organized and much longer than it needed to be.I shall summarize: societies, to protect themselves, will kill those that threaten them, sometimes. It is reality. I will not go into justifications or the morality specifically associated with this.However, I believe that the lowest thing a people can stoop to is the apathy

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1119403556510398792005-06-21T21:47:00.000-03:002005-06-21T22:25:56.516-03:00

Politcal blogging is a strange beast. Certainly there are some intelligent folk out there, spewing forth their eloquent views, but I've never read even a snippet of a politblog that wasn't skewed so hard to one side or the other of (usually American) politics that it wasn't almost pointless to read.Quite honestly, you're probably either reading views that you already hold (reaffirmation, one

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1119314981081177012005-06-20T21:34:00.000-03:002005-06-20T21:49:41.086-03:00

Unless I continue this odd, pointless posts at this rate. The last one was borderline, but I actually wasn't griping about any shortcomings on my part: I realize that difficulties in creating for any half-assed artist are common. I was really just marvelling at the elephants. And rambling, as usual.Somehow, whilst watching The Day After Tomorrow, last night (I love disaster movies, and I don't

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1119222945309765342005-06-19T19:43:00.000-03:002005-06-19T20:15:45.316-03:00

Did you know that elephants are capable of making music? Actual, fairly melodic (if plodding) music.A lot of people often consider us separated from animals by our intellect, or, if not solely by that, then by some applications thereof, like art or philosophy. I, myself, have attempted to use the art argument, just recently, but I am recalling that elephants have been taught both to paint and

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1119067521836011662005-06-18T00:44:00.000-03:002005-06-18T01:05:21.840-03:00

I had thoughts about deleting the previous post (in whole or in part), but have decided that, no matter how embarrassingly juvenile it may have been, it's out there and it's staying that way. However, I think I'll offer a brief explanation, if only to indulge myself by essentially talking about me a little more.Firstly, as for the third- and fourth-place finishers, I just think they're real

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1119057008628394132005-06-17T21:42:00.000-03:002005-06-19T21:19:53.703-03:00

Today I have nothing to say (at least before the stroke of midnight, which will be before I return, I believe), and have decided not to ramble on about something. This is not a venting blog. This shall also cease to be a blog wherein I talk about what this blog is.However, some direction has been found: There will be a post a day, when at all possible (which should be every day). This will

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1118970353235344772005-06-16T21:47:00.000-03:002005-06-16T22:05:53.243-03:00

Having just finished the original five works constituting Adams' Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, I am, mostly, reminded of one of my favourite quotations. It's from e. e. cummings:listen: there's a hell of a gooduniverse next door; let's goI'm quite fond of the whole escapist feel of it. I realize I'm probably romanticizing the notion of just whom you might be phrasing this to, but I don't

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1118872072641549852005-06-15T18:42:00.000-03:002005-06-15T18:47:52.646-03:00

A dear friend of mine has been telling me about the rigors of cleaning his house for a long time. His home (which is so amazingly filled with random things... piles of them... that it must surely qualify as some sort of physical anomoly very close to a black hole) is generally in such a state as to make simply moving about it very difficult, and he has long since begun to regard the tidying of it

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1118800865054232592005-06-14T22:55:00.000-03:002005-06-14T23:01:05.063-03:00

Today, at work, I managed to conceive of two horror movies (more likely shorts, but both could be dragged into features) and read half of Adams' Mostly Harmless. It is not yet Wednesday. I can't imagine what else I'll accomplish while trying to occupy my mind in the midst of monotonous government drudgery. Though I do like my job: I get time to think, read, and sometimes sleep, and I also get

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1118709847182063132005-06-13T20:54:00.000-03:002005-06-13T21:44:07.190-03:00

I came across this rant, at One Good Move a few days ago, while being referred to said site for the Triumph clip. Wise-cracking dogs aside, I found the little mini-essay very intersting. His logical progression in the argument he sets out is quite sound -- with a single flaw.The writer ('Norm') makes the key assumption that the basic truth of any religion can be verified through standard rational

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1118591714211550382005-06-12T12:07:00.000-03:002005-06-12T12:55:14.216-03:00

Evidently, that actually was my last post, yesterday. Apologies if anyone was waiting on the edge of their seat. If you really do enjoy reading this, you should certainly go check out the Rabid Bulldog, which is a site I've been writing for for quite a while (it's the brainchild of a friend of mine and I... which is really giving me far too much credit, but I'll take it).It has been an

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1118520126731780522005-06-11T16:57:00.000-03:002005-06-11T17:02:06.753-03:00

As a quick note, I have unfortunately been required to remove the link to Fler's blog. My link was broken. However, we have the technology: we can fix him. So, if you're reading this and either have the link to said blog, or are, indeed, Fler, herself, you should send me the link again, and I'll stick it back in the sidebar. 'Cause it's a good thing to have over there.Unless of course you don't

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1118461639007074602005-06-11T00:25:00.000-03:002005-06-11T00:47:19.010-03:00

Words. It hasn't started with words in a long time.Then, two in three days. That's more than I've managed to get out of my head in a long time. For purpose, too: there is a film that needs music. Perhaps I can help with that.If not, it's not a big deal; whether anyone ever hears it or not, it came from a sincere place.The startling thing about trying to pin down my exact feelings (the words "view

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1118369259505145172005-06-09T23:03:00.000-03:002005-06-09T23:07:39.510-03:00

Lately, I wake (relative term, that) to go to work to drive downriver through the thickest fogs I've ever seen. It's beautiful to drive out of the soup and look behind to see how the mist below you follows, quite exactly, the path of the waterway. Driving past it lifting off the great stream is quite something, too. Imagine the purest white cumulus just lazing at about five metres off the

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1118275746622621902005-06-08T20:33:00.000-03:002005-06-08T23:16:06.770-03:00

Thousands of lives have ended under these, my fingers. It crosses my mind that I should be entirely unconcerned. This first reaction in my head is simply that their betrayal warranted their fate. Their initially peaceful and friendly forays, having been replaced by attempts to drain my blood, were justification enough that I should crush their insidious beings with the merest touch -- and, more

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13500664.post-1118190947939317262005-06-08T01:36:00.000-03:002005-06-08T23:15:46.636-03:00

Is he still considered a mime? I mean, they're not supposed to talk.After considering at great length, over a great deal of time, the possibilities of attempting to write something, I have taken the first few steps. Having begun into this forest of screaming mimes, I suddenly want to stay silent.At least this isn't a livejournal.Really, the Internet has long been waiting for this, just like

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105650301246897845noreply@blogger.com1