December 2007 Archives

My wife and I didn’t get each other anything for Christmas.

Our philosophy is that we try to make every day special, nullifying the need for extra effort on holidays like Christmas or Valentine’s Day, when the average yahoos of America have to run around compensating for the last three months of ignoring their spouses or taking them for granted. We have pretty high standards for marital conduct and communication, so we don’t have to make up for bad behavior with trinkets and doodads.

Plus we’re so broke that we’ve been eating rice almost exclusively for the last three or four weeks. A production that wrapped in November still owes us almost $800, but I don’t want to talk about it.

We’ve told our parents and family members that we aren’t getting anyone anything for Christmas and that we’d like them to reciprocate, and when objections are raised we inform our parents and family members that we’ve spent the last several months throwing away or ebaying most of the consumer garbage that has accumulated like plaque on every flat surface of our tiny apartment, including the floor, and that we’re quite happy with our now-manageable collection of stuff and that any gifts will promptly wind up either in the garbage or on ebay so they’d really be better off saving their money and just giving us a phone call on Christmas instead, which is all we really want anyway.

My father, the contrarian I inherited my difficult personality from, sent me $170.

My mother, the perfect mother, really, in terms of regularly sending me things I need badly but never think about like towels, new shirts, comforters, etc., sent me a jacket that I immediately wanted to return to prove the point I had made about sending gifts, but once I realized that the Kenneth Cole peacoat she picked out is lighter, warmer, and a better fit than the 30lb wearable workout I’ve been lugging around since last Christmas that is down to just one button, which I am only able to fasten by lightly ripping the stitches on each wearing just enough to wrap the fabric all the way around my ever-expanding bulk, I decided to let her make a liar out of me and kept the damn thing.

Gil Mantera's Party Dream is the best at sex!

Here is a portrait of Karen that I took tonight: I wasn't sure if I should acknowledge the fact that I haven't really written here since August, or if I should just keep writing as though I had never been away.

From Free Radical, working on Haze, and previously TimeSplitters, and in a previous life, GoldenEye.
sorry for the crappy quality of the photos


Little TimeSplitters monkey over the ebayjesus, and a small rib at the Ubi Assassin Creed group at the end. Cue Charlie Brown Xmas theme, or maybe Dar Williams "Christians and the Pagans"

El Vez, the Mexican Elvis. Samples

Public Image by PiL and Feliz Navi Nada by El Vez

I was never a big Sex Pistols fan, and only really started listening to PiL a little while ago. The first album is pretty great, short, simple, angsty. The title song has a great little bass hook and then that Irish dude's voice is spot on. So, I thought it was odd when I got a Christmas comp called It's A Cool, Cool Christmas which has some awesome covers, and homages (Alan Parsons in a Winter Wonderland may appear here soon!) was a cover SLASH sample stealer with El Vez (retardedly great name) singing the Spanish favorite Feliz Navi Dad as Feliz Navi Nada. I think nada means zilch. I'm not sure if it's a straight sample grab or original instrumentation, but it's right there, super blatant, and comes back at the end with the vox. Good times. Happy chewbacah.

[PiL]--------[El Vez]--------Comments Welcome

Japanese animal clothing store "The tailor of a cat CAT PRIN" and Cat Wigs will both blow your mind. Seriously blow. Like the wind, movies about cocaine, sexual euphemisms, etc.

I went to my friend's Festival of Lights party and had some potato pancakes. There was a small talk competition, where two people had 90 seconds and a topic, ranging from Darfur to Pink Berry. I was given "Hanukkah" itself. I did not know my opponent. I played dirty. I had someone call me seconds within the conversation - "I have to take this" - and talked to them about traffic in Los Angeles. Then I got a call from my mother. Finally, I hung up and apologized, took out a napkin, and said "This has been bugging me all night" licked the napkin, and swabbed at an invisible bit of something or other on his face. His eyes were filled with utter defeat. This must be what it looks like when you look into your rape victim. uh.

in other news, TP main page was blank. Eek.