Ul-ri-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka.

Aaaaw. He’s a cute little fella, isn’t he? He’s been chilling out on this corn with his folks for the past couple of weeks, just outside our backdoor. Then tonight our cat killed him. It was like a scene from CSI. Blood drops leading from the door around the central counter, then little sprays of blood, a skinned torso and a neatly sheathed tail. So how’s your day been?
I voted for the first time ever. By post.
I finished the 2nd draft of a poster for a mate’s choral concert and then saw “The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy”. Those Shynola boys sure done good on the old stop-motion and flash animation inserts. Kept the tone and pace of the book quite well, I thought, and it has that nice, British ‘homemade’ (read: low budget) feel to it whenever the human element outnumbers the CGI. It has a similar feel to Gilliam’s “Brazil”. Douglas would be proud. My two gripes are that I feel Eddie Izzard’s voice would have been better than Bill Bailey’s, and it left me feeling disappointed, only because I know that SO MUCH more happens in the next four books.

If music be the food of love … I just farted

Hell I feel like I’m sleep walking. I get up earlier than I would ever normally do, commute to work, commute back shattered, maybe watch a movie or work on a poster design then sleep. Stop. Rewind. Repeat. When the summer kicks in and London fills with tourists the trek home is going to be HORRIBLE. I’m liking “Girlfriend in a Coma”, I haven’t finished it yet but I get it. Sleeping through this all seems a viable option at the moment. I realised this week there was a time in my life when I was genuinely zipp-a-dee-doo-da-heart-mind-&-soul-happy. How many times does that happen in life? Will it come again?

I’ll do graffiti if you sing to me in French
What are we doing here if romance isn’t dead?
[Maximo Park - Graffiti]

“The fact that I had a permanent fiance was little compensation for his absence: I had never thought about it, but summer was Dill by the fishpool smoking string, Dill’s eyes alive with complicated plans to make Boo Radley emerge; summer was the swiftness with which Dill would reach up and kiss me when Jem was not looking, the longings we sometimes felt each other feel. With him, life was routine, without him, life was unbearable. I stayed miserable for two days”

“He said his only exercise was walking. In Maycomb, if one went for a walk with no definite purpose in mind, it was correct to believe one’s mind incapable of definite purpose”
Harper Lee

haha

Organised religion. Gotta love it. Nice to see the cardinals have elected a right wing ex-Hitler Youth arian to lead an international organisation one billion strong.

Aurélia

Saw Charlie Chaplin’s grand-daughter perform twice on consecutive nights. “Aurelia’s Oratorio” is impossible to describe. Curtains courted each other, legs disappeared, coats beat up their owners, and Aurélia Thierrée became a floating head with angel wings, a 12ft tall headless tap dancer; dissolved through a funnel, took an upside-down taxi ride and had a model train ride through her torso. Only the French are this good at creating a sense of pure childhood wonder, absolute joy de vie – and beating themselves up. The music, the actress, the sets and the illusions. Flawless and inspiring. Beautifully Surreal. I cannot remember the last time I was truly inspired like this. Its in my blood now. I’m running on it. I hope I do something with it. I’m thinking shadow puppets and Flash…
Followed the second performance with a sighting of Lenny Henry and Dawn French and a serving of jellyfish (Shanghai Style, though I would have been none the wiser had it been Peking or even Glasgow Style quite frankly) then lobster with noodles. I am now convinced that the best thing to do on your birthday is to eat the best meal you will all year and see something beautiful and inspiring.

Bizarre

Monkeys prefer monkey porn to their favourite drink (cherry juice). It’s official. I read it in the paper. And r.e.s.t.a.u.r.a.n.t is the most mispelt word on internet search engines. Aha! I am not alone!
A girl from one of my U of T classes came into the National Gallery today with the Italian TA from another of my U of T classes who is studying in Rome now but came over to visit the other girl. SPOOKY. I made a fool of myself. It’s the law: If you do not know them there is no way of approaching two incredibly hot and immensly intelligent and driven women without coming away looking (or feeling) a fool. Whatever you say to them will seem like a chat up line. And it will fail. What makes this more embarassing is that what you said wasn’t even intended as a chat up line in the first place.
Scots came this week, and Scots went, taking their curious mode of communication with them (when not obscene; consonant lacking and sometimes vowel-less speech, a quivering bottom lip signifying the need for another drink, etc.)
Merchant-City’s first ever London gig was superb and I miss those guys so much. Although they need to work on figuring out those ‘Pied Piper of young, hot, exquisitely carved, dancing and cheek-kissing women’ chords the other band seemed to be wielding with admirable dexterity and aplomb.
This is for those people who didn’t believe me when I told them this fish existed; [http://www.bbc.co.uk/sn/tvradio/programmes/amazon/namethefish.shtml]
This week was also the one in which I considered getting a 15″ 1.67Ghz G4 Powerbook and switching to a Mac for the first time ever. Any thoughts people?