Monday, December 21, 2009

16mm films

I usually can get 3 16mm films for about 30 dollars from Ebay, with the shipping and what not. Well not too long ago, I answered a classified ad and got around 50 movies for about $50!

Apparently, they are mostly WWII news reels. If so, that should be interesting. I must go through these over the holidays.


I think this movie has (borrows) a lot of the style from the older movies I like.

14 or Fight

A musical clip from "Wild in the Streets"

Jud sang this at my wedding.

Yep, that's the archetype

I like this movie.

Yet another

This one's fun.

Another movie

I really liked the style of this movie.


My favourite movie. So what?


First of all, for the record, I don't enjoy the Black Eyed Peas, or as I call them with ironic excitement, 'the Peas'. A few years back I borrowed a CD from the Calgary Public Libray entitled Beginners Guide to Bollywood: Bollywood Funk. I loved it a lot. Shortly after, the Peas released their breakout album which featured a two samples from that CD as well as a melody from it. But these songs were all from different movies, so that tells me that they don't even have these records, they just bought and sampled somebody's mix CD. To me, that screams lameness.

I know this next one is a little too obvious to include, but I still like it.

Mark Ryden

Mark Ryden's art speaks for itself.

Jeff Soto

I've liked Jeff Soto's art for a while now. Here's why:

And here's a good interview.

The Mummies

Now THAT'S organ playing.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009


An interesting blog about historical predictions of the future.

These kids play G n' R PERFECTLY!

Young talent. I teared up a little.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Great Article: How to survive the Office Christmas Party

For some reason, I find this article quite funny.

Party-professional: survive the office Christmas party

It's that time of the year again and if you're lucky enough to be having an office Christmas party this year (given the current economic climate) then be sure to be on your best behaviour. Hannah Nicholas takes a look at the do's and don'ts of office-party etiquette.

Use it to your advantage

Psychologist and careers counsellor Meredith Fuller suggests treating the event like a photo opportunity. "You are there to say hi and circulate for a short, light and bright time but never forget that office parties are not real parties," she explained.

"Don't stay too long and risk humiliating yourself by drinking, getting emotional with that co-worker you secretly lust after, or dancing on the boardroom table."

"Fuller advises to be professional and discreet. "The managers do notice those staff members who tend to spill the beans and gossip."

What not to do
While it's fun to hear of others being outrageous, do not do any of the following:

Flash any part of your body.
Wear see-through clothing or expose too much.
Drink to excess — you never know what you'll do (and your colleagues will be the first to remind you come Monday morning).
Get angry at your boss in public or hit them for a pay rise.
Complain about work matters.
Get caught smooching a co-worker.
Reveal information that is too personal.

Top survival tips
To get through the office event, use these survival tactics:
Drink lots of water (ensure every second drink is water).
Eat before and during the big event.
Watch your alcohol intake.
Leave the car at home.

Illuminati defined

Pretty good read. It gives some background on where the idea comes from.

Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities.


French author, humanist, rationalist, & satirist (1694 - 1778)


I find these sites very amusing:

Monday, December 14, 2009

Jeremy the Bear

This was my favourite show as a kid, hands down. I still love it.

Twain, Mark, 1835-1910 . The Siamese Twins

I do not wish to write of the personal habits of these strange creatures solely, but also of certain curious details of various kinds concerning them, which, belonging only to their private life, have never crept into print. Knowing the Twins intimately, I feel that I am peculiarly well qualified for the task I have taken upon myself.

The Siamese Twins are naturally tender and affectionate in disposition, and have clung to each other with singular fidelity throughout a long and eventful life. Even as children they were inseparable companions; and it was noticed that they always seemed to prefer each other's society to that of any other persons. They nearly always played together; and, so accustomed was their mother to this peculiarity, that, whenever both of them chance to be lost, she usually only hunted for one of them -- satisfied that when she found that one she would find his brother somewhere in the immediate neighborhood. And yet these creatures were ignorant and unlettered -- barbarians themselves and the offspring of barbarians, who knew not the light of philosophy and science. What a withering rebuke is this to our boasted civilization, with its quarrelings, its wrangling, and its separations of brothers!

As men, the Twins have not always lived in perfect accord; but, still, there has always been a bond between them which made them unwilling to go away from each other and dwell apart. They have even occupied the same house, as a general thing, and it is believed that they have never failed to even sleep together on any night since they were born. How surely do the habits of a lifetime become second nature to us! The Twins always go to bed at the same time; but Chang usually gets up about an hour before his brother. By an understanding between themselves, Chang does all the in-door work and Eng runs all the errands. This is because Eng likes to go out; Chang's habits are sedentary. However, Chang always goes along. Eng is a Baptist, but Chang is a Roman Catholic; still, to please his brother, Chang consented to be baptized at the same time that Eng was, on condition that it should not "count." During the War they were strong partisans, and both fought gallantly all through the great struggle -- Eng on the Union side and Chang on the Confederate. They took each other prisoners at Seven Oaks, but the proofs of capture were so evenly balanced in favor of each that a general army court had to be assembled to determine which one was properly the captor and which the captive. The jury was unable to agree for a long time; but the vexed question was finally decided by agreeing to consider them both prisoners, and then exchanging them. At one time Chang was convicted of disobedience of orders, and sentenced to ten days in the guard house; but Eng, in spite of all arguments, felt obliged to share his imprisonment, notwithstanding he himself was entirely innocent; and so, to save the blameless brother from suffering, they had to discharge both from custody -- the just reward of faithfulness.

Upon one occasion the brothers fell out about something, and Chang knocked Eng down, and then tripped and fell on him, whereupon both clinched and began to beat and gouge each other without mercy. The bystanders interfered and tried to separate them, but they could not do it, and so allowed them to fight it out. In the end both were disabled, and were carried to the hospital on one and the same shutter.

Their ancient habit of going always together had its drawbacks when they reached man's estate and entered upon the luxury of courting. Both fell in love with the same girl. Each tried to steal clandestine interviews with her, but at the critical moment the other would always turn up. By-and bye Eng saw, with distraction, that Chang had won the girl's affections; and, from that day forth, he had to bear with the agony of being a witness to all their dainty billing and cooing. But, with a magnanimity that did him infinite credit, he succumbed to his fate, and gave countenance and encouragement to a state of things that bade fair to sunder his generous heart-strings. He sat from seven every evening until two in the morning listening to the fond foolishness of the two lovers, and to the concussion of hundreds of squandered kisses -- for the privilege of sharing only one of which he would have given his right hand. But he sat patiently, and waited, and gaped, and yawned, and stretched, and longed for two o'clock to come. And he took long walks with the lovers on moonlight evenings -- sometimes traversing ten miles, notwithstanding he was usually suffering from rheumatism. He is an inveterate smoker; but he could not smoke on these occasions, because the young lady was painfully sensitive to the smell of tobacco. Eng cordially wanted them married, and done with it; but, although Chang often asked the momentous question, the young lady could not gather sufficient courage to answer it while Eng was by. However, on one occasion, after having walked some sixteen miles, and sat up till nearly daylight, Eng dropped asleep, from sheer exhaustion, and then the question was asked and answered. The lovers were married. All acquainted with the circumstances applauded the noble brother-in-law. His unwavering faithfulness was the theme of every tongue. He had staid by them all through their long and arduous courtship; and when, at last, they were married, he lifted his hands above their heads, and said with impressive unction, "Bless ye, my children, I will never desert ye!" and he kept his word. Magnanimity like this is all too rare in this cold world.

By-and-bye Eng fell in love with his sister-in-law's sister, and married her, and since that day they have all lived together, night and day, in an exceeding sociability which is touching and beautiful to behold, and is a scathing rebuke to our boasted civilization.

The sympathy existing between these two brothers is so close and so refined that the feelings, the impulses, the emotions of the one are instantly experienced by the other. When one is sick, the other is sick; when one feels pain, the other feels it; when one is angered, the other's temper takes fire. We have already seen with what happy facility they both fell in love with the same girl. Now, Chang is bitterly opposed to all forms of intemperance, on principle; but Eng is the reverse -- for, while these men's feelings and emotions are so closely wedded, their reasoning faculties are unfettered; their thoughts are free. Chang belongs to the Good Templars, and is a hard-working and enthusiastic supporter of all temperance reforms. But, to his bitter distress, every now and then Eng gets drunk, and, of course, that makes Chang drunk too. This unfortunate thing has been a great sorrow to Chang, for it almost destroys his usefulness in his favorite field of effort. As sure as he is to head a great temperance procession Eng ranges up alongside of him, prompt to the minute and drunk as a lord; but yet no more dismally and hopelessly drunk than his brother who has not tasted a drop. And so the two begin to hoot and yell, and throw mud and bricks at the Good Templars; and, of course, they break up the procession. It would be manifestly wrong to punish Chang for what Eng does, and, therefore, the Good Templars accept the untoward situation, and suffer in silence and sorrow. They have officially and deliberately examined into the matter, and find Chang blameless. They have taken the two brothers and filled Chang full of warm water and sugar and Eng full of whiskey, and in twenty-five minutes it was not possible to tell which was the drunkest. Both were as drunk as loons -- and on hot whiskey punches, by the smell of their breath. Yet all the while Chang's moral principles were unsullied, his conscience clear; and so all just men were forced to confess that he was not morally, but only physically drunk. By every right and by every moral evidence the man was strictly sober; and, therefore, it caused his friends all the more anguish to see him shake hands with the pump and try to wind his watch with his night-key.

There is a moral in these solemn warnings -- or, at least, a warning in these solemn morals; one or the other. No matter, it is somehow. Let us heed it; let us profit by it.

I could say more of an instructive nature about these interesting beings, but let what I have written suffice.

Having forgotten to mention it sooner, I will remark, in conclusion, that the ages of the Siamese Twins are respectively fifty-one and fifty-three years.

Friday, December 11, 2009

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Oh, Onion.


 My fave song by the Grown-Ups! is HHH.

Britain's Got Talent

Hugs n' kisses Simon.


Rap Music is cool

Half Forgotten Daydreams

An excerpt from the song on Keith Mansfield / John Cameron - Voices In Harmony. KPM 1125, 1975. Nice cat!

PS: This post isn't about the cat.

Maladjusted Moogie

From the 1974 Peer International Library Limited release by Synthesizers Unlimited (Anthony King). It's among my favourite Library music songs.

80 Blocks from Tiffany's

BBC Radiophonic Workshop the Alchemists of Sound

Oh Baby!

the Creeper

Real? Fiction? Either way, fascinating.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Hopping Vampires

Hopping vampires or Jiang Shi (literally stiff corpse) are undead, and in a state of rigormortis. Those pictured here are rendered asleep from attaching a spell to their foreheads. Those who aren't asleep hop everywhere they go and have outstretched arms. Below is a clip featuring a hopping vampire. But get this: the clip is from the Gods Must Be Crazy III. What on earth?

Best/Strangest Christmas Album

Bruce Haack and Ted Pandel did a take on a Christmas Carol, and churned out this puppy. Between songs is narration in some strange voice Bruce is doing. Some songs use kids, some use synthesizers. My favourite: The Ghost with the Most. I think it's about the ghost of Christmas present. It's got a really spooky melody, and Bruce speaks the lyrics in a transylvanian accent. Then, Esther Nelson instructs the listeners for the 'action-song' portion of the number.

Fun fact: The Cantos blog post I wrote a while ago on Bruce Haack was referenced on Wikipedia!

And the blog post link:


Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Robin Cooper Week at the BBC

Robert Popper prank phone calls the number in a Spanish Lottery scam letter he received. Watch them in order:


Pretty hard to feel sorry for the "victim" of this joke.

Well Hello There!

Forgotten Worlds

Abandoned places fascinate me.

The Neon Museum

List of Ghost Towns (with images)

Defunct Amusement Parks

Abandoned city in Russia

Abandoned Cities

Chernobyl Pripyat Ukraine

San Zhi

Abandoned Places

London's Abandoned Tube Stations


Abandoned Britain

Abandoned NY Subways

Abandoned Airfields

Abandoned Russia

The Poetry of Abandoned Places

Modern Day Ruins

Russian Arcade Games


In Anthony Burgess' book A Clockwork Orange, he invents a teenage slang. Here is a dictionary of it:
Nadsat Dictionary

It is this slang that makes this one of my favourite books.

Nabat Books

Buying books from the anarchist book store AK press makes me uneasy, like my name's been recorded in an underground cave somewhere. But I hope it will be worth it. I ordered the Nabat series of books. I don't really know what the name represents, however, here's how the website describes the books:

"The "cult classics" of AK Press's publishing list, our Nabat Books series brings back forgotten memoirs by misfits, outsiders and rebels of all stripes. We hear from lots of readers who pick up one Nabat book and get so excited that they come back for the whole series. So you might as well save yourself some money and get them all now! Here are all seven books in the Nabat series (so far) , at almost $30 off their combined cover price (plus save on the cost of shipping—we'll only apply the single-item shipping cost). Makes a great gift, or a worthwhile investment for your own reading pleasure!

Titles included in the Nabat series:

You Can't Win, by Jack Black, is a journey into the hobo underworld—freight hopping around the still Wild West, becoming a highwayman and member of the yegg (criminal) brotherhood, getting hooked on opium, doing stints in jail, or escaping, often with the assistance of crooked cops or judges. With an introduction by William Burroughs (this was his favorite book!).

Sister of the Road, by Ben Reitman, is a window into a wildly under-appreciated dropout culture that gets left out of the history books—Hobo jungles, bughouses, whorehouses, Chicago's Main Stem, IWW meeting halls, skid rows, and open freight cars, and other such haunts of the free thinking and free loving Bertha Thompson (a.k.a. "Boxcar Bertha").

BAD, the autobiography of James Carr, tells the story of a child prodigy of street crime whose career in armed robbery was cut short by arrest. In prison, he became a notorious rebel and a cunning thinker who manipulated the authorities and ultimately engineered his own release.

In Memoirs of Vidocq, Francois Eugene Vidocq (detective, master of disguises, accomplished thief, and eventually French chief of secret police) recounts his adventures playing both sides of the law—blurring the line between law enforcement and the criminals they pursue.

Beggars of Life, the classic hobo autobiography by Jim Tully, takes us across the seamy underbelly of pre-WWI America on freight trains and inside hobo jungles and brothels, while narrowly avoiding railroad bulls and the wardens of order.

Out of the Night, by Jim Valtin, is an intimate insider's account of the dramatic events of the 1920s and 1930s on the German Baltic coast—as told by someone who came of age as a bicycle messenger and later became a professional revolutionary, agitator, spy, and assassin.

Five Years in the Warsaw Ghetto tells the story of Bernard Goldstein, who joined the Jewish labor organization, the Bund, at the age of 16—and, after the Nazi invasion of Poland, went underground to organize support for people within the Jewish ghetto and develop a secret armed force to fight for a free Warsaw."

Douglas Coupland on Q

Right here!

Monday, December 7, 2009


Playmobil is among my favourite toys from my childhood. It seems like they make a playmobil series for everything! I got these images off the internet:

I'm pretty sure the Crucifixion is a custom job.

Candy Wrapper Museum


Illustration / Photography Prints

I bet Lidka showed me this.

Tilt Shift Time Lapse

OK. This is amazing. Watch every video this person has made.

Metal Heart from Keith Loutit on Vimeo.

Beached from Keith Loutit on Vimeo.

Bathtub II from Keith Loutit on Vimeo.

Bathtub III from Keith Loutit on Vimeo.

Bathtub IV from Keith Loutit on Vimeo.

Bathtub V from Keith Loutit on Vimeo.

Mardi Gras from Keith Loutit on Vimeo.

The North Wind Blew South from Keith Loutit on Vimeo.

Origin II from Keith Loutit on Vimeo.

Hulkamania from Keith Loutit on Vimeo.

Those insane G.I Joe PSAs

Public Service Announcements

National Lampoon Radio Hour

Provided the links aren't broken.

Mini Furniture

I guess your Playmobil characters could sit at these chairs while playing the miniature synthesizers in the previous post.