One of them is living a normal life amongst us regular humans. The other is here to show us a good time.
(Nod to Photog #2 for the tip)
My Dad Is 100% Cool
He knows I love robots. God knows how he came across this video, but he fired it off to me this morning. I know it’s been around, but lets review in the roboty goodness of Bjork!
When this video first came out, I bet the IT department at Rogers hated me because I watched it 10000 times an hour. The “making of…” portion of Chris Cunningham’s DVD mentions that 90% of the robotic arms serving Bjork-bot are computer generated.
The milk is a nice touch.
Write a Blog – Get Free Stuff
One million thank yous to Normlr for picking up this beauty Belkin iPhone case while he was cross border shopping in the US last week. I no longer fear for my sweet sweet baby.
While on the iPhone news front: still nothing for Canada. Word is out that there is a “sleeve” for any SIM card to make the network think it’s talking to an AT&T card but you have to be somewhat adept at hacking software/firmware. I’ll wait, thanks. That is all.
As in…?
I was getting an email address from a printer over the phone and had to ask her spell out the name:
“A as in Aardvark, B as in Boy, D as in Dog. At. D as in Duck, P as in…”
Long pause. She goes dry. You could physically feel her grope for a word over the phone lines.
“…penis.”
The rest of the conversation between us was punctuated with snorts. Like teens in History class accused of farting.
Bearforce 1
Neither bear, nor forceful. A shame it’s becoming #1. No I won’t link to it. Yougletube it.
To quote a few of the comments on one of their videos:
• as the first straight male bear activist, i am appalled at their lack of true bearness/hair.
• yep.. the bear scene is officially dead. it’s now a bad pepsi commercial with scary twinks with beards.. very sad.
• omg i go to new haven high school and we have bearforce1 tshirts we all love these guys :o)
If a straight guy can see that there’s actually only one bear in the group, then the sub-culture of “bear” has obtained Britney status. And it will become a gay meme fast. I’ve already been tipped off to this three times.
Attention next generation of homosexuals! Time to stop riding the last 40 years of culture and create your own. Ours has been co-opted by big business.
Again With the Formative
I got two DVDs recently: Flash Gordon (the groovy Dino DeLarentis 1980s version) and ARK II, the Filmation Saturday morning TV show. I realize that, again in hindsight, I was physically attracted to manly, hairy guys in these shows :
Terry Lester, who went on to many memorable episodes of The $10,000 Pyramid, As the World Turns, and of course, KISS Meets the Phantom of the Park
ARK II always had co-stars I loved.
And of course, Filmation had to get a whole crappy cartoon ready when live production money ran out. Note how much more beefier Commander Jonas becomes when put down on paper (and less Visible Panty Lines too)…
I remember being 100% obsessed with the tunic and tights combos the main characters always wore. Plus I wanted to drive that ARK.
Then we move on to Flash Gordon. At the time this movie came out, I was hanging around Rick G, a minor grunt on the school’s football team, but blond and on the team, just like Flash (played bt Sam J Jones). Sam had chest hair back when it was cool to have chest hair whereas I think Rick shaved, but that didn’t stop me from building FlashRickyGordon fantasies when things were low and slow. Here’s Sam in leather shorts. He stands 6’4″ and once posed naked for Playgirl (yes I tried googling):
But while watching I was startled to remember the leader of the Hawkmen, Brian Blessed, when he came on screen. Brian is (according to IMDB) good friends of Patrick Stewart, borne into a mining family in England and good at boxing, Brian was always a stout character with a booming voice:
I totally forgot how fixated I was on his legs the entire movie (and the leather jock wearing guys in the background). Gratuitous BBlessed pic no. 2:
And, last but not least, I was turned on by Topol, who played Dr Hans Zarkoff. I always go for guys with brains (and a tuft of hair coming out of their collar). Stupid name, great beard:
Anyhoo. Just a look into the psyche of my desires. Feel free to mock.
Weak End
Friday, I finally got to see the guy doing my tattoo over at King of Fools Tattoos. After a month wait, I get to see… artwork that I helped develop? Nothing new? I was kind of pissed that I had to wait so long to talk with this guy, but he made up for it by showing me some of the work he’s got in the pipe now. I am very, very excited. Then off to Borne Ultimatum. Good movie. If you haven’t seen it yet, or are going back to see it you big fanboy, pay close attention to all the “extras” looking right at the camera or Matt Damon. The thing about filming commando as they did in Tunisia or Piccadilly Station, is that they weren’t too concerned with background wrangling. Or editing out the people taking pictures of Matt Damon with their cell phones.
Saturday SharkBoy and I drove up to Elora Gorge to go tubing. However, it took us over 2 hours to get there and I can tell you I was ready to go tubing… but that wasn’t going to happen due to all the rentals being sold out. So we went to the quarry and swam in water that I can only describe as being “oily”. Nice but I wouldn’t want to put my head under, if you know what I mean. We watched Flash Gordon (Rod! It’s as bad as I remember!) and to say that SharkBoy disliked it, would be an understatement. But I was taken back to Memoryville. I think this movie sealed my fetishism for hairy men. I mean come on… Topol!)
Sunday we ventured early into a mass of 40,000 children to watch “Walking with Dinosaurs” which I thought was very good. Expensive, but fun to see. These animatronic/puppet beasts were pretty cool. However, I think we’re conditioned to have John Williams music swell in our heads whenever we see a dino of any sorts. SharkBoy fell asleep (as did a few parents around us) during the big T-Rex growling ending.
Off to Tarragon to see my brother in Tarragon’s final production of “Terminated”. Ironically (?) I was totally creeped out when Mike was being seduced by his gay boyfriend in the play. And talking about anal sex. SharkBoy said watching the play was like watching me for 45 minutes rant about something.
So that was my weekends. What up whichoo, peeps?
iQuagmire
I’ve been surfing a lot of the iPhone forums these days, reading so much cell hacking technology technobabble that would make a Japanese School Girl drop her cell and take up snail mail communication.
Trying to stay focused, I’ve been looking at articles pertaining to the iPhone and Canada. Getting past the “It will happen in September/October/Spring2008” fatboy shoutings*, here’s what I’ve found:
Not gonna happen any time soon.
That’s the readers digest version. The long form is that to get the iPhone into Canada, Rogers will have to relinquish some of it’s profit margin to accommodate the cost of data transfers. Currently Rogers is one of the highest charging telcos in the free world. To accept the iPhone/Apple into Canada without adjusting their rates would make a monthly bill somewhere in the vicinity of …oh… $500. Of course I’m pulling that number out of my butt, but it’s not too far off considering Rogers does not have an unlimited data transfer option. A couple YouTube videos and you’ve probably exceeded your monthly limit no matter what plan you choose. I can’t imagine Rogers adjusting it’s charges to established Blackberry/Treo/etc customers for this new product that would only pull in a small percentage of the market. Why would they do that? It would be like asking Perez Hilton to stop talking about Lindsay Lohan for only an eighth of a day. But Rogers has a history of not really listening to customers when they complain.
Meanwhile, as that is being debated in the boardrooms at One Mount Pleasant Drive (Is it even an issue? Are they actually discussing this?) Apple needs to clear up that whole Comwave “We have the iPhone!” issue. I bet the dollar-eyed execs at Comwave are sitting ’round their receptionist’s desk jumping up and down like a kid on Christmas morning, every time the phone rings:
Riiiing.
“Is that Steve Jobs calling? Is he willing to buy the name from us?”
“No, it’s the landlord. The rent cheque bounced again.”
I’m keeping dim hope. Meanwhile, isn’t there some sort of monopoly law in Canada similar to the one that killed big Bell in the 70s? Would this not pertain to the GMS service Rogers has? To quote someone on one of the forums: I’d love to see Virgin swoop in and steal this opportunity from Rogers.
Amen, Richard.
*This post over at Hackintosh made me laugh. I think it was written by the same guy who sent me my online inquiry response. Note the spelling:
I am a Rogers employee and there has been no word as of yet on the realse of the iPhone with Rogers. Stay tuned for future information.
Foto Fun Friday!
Best I could do while riding my bike and shooting with my iPhone. It’s a guy in a zebra print, full catsuit rollerblading along Cherry Beach.
I didn’t turn back to see (too scared!) but SharkBoy tells me he was wearing full face ski goggles too. Ambient temperature was around 33C.
The Number 3 Bus Through Brixton
This holiday Monday, I was standing in the middle of my living room, wearing nothing but my underwear, knifing zombies (as one does), and I heard very faintly, the sing-song voice of that one TTC driver as he rounded the corner at Parliament and Carlton, waft through my open windows.
“Neeext stop Gerrarrarrarrd!” he sang.
I’m sure you’ve all had this driver. Sometimes he sings stops along the Queen line, his heavy Slavic accent mangling street names like Ivana Trump while drunk on champagne.
Anyway, I realized two things: I could hear this driver from my second floor open window over the sound of a streetcar making a 90 degree turn. He’s loud but I never realized he was that loud. Then again, if you’ve heard him once, you will never forget his razorblades-on-glass voice, ever.
Secondly, I was in my underwear. I wondered if people could see me from the street? I doubt it, since I’ve tried looking in from across the street a few times, but it doesn’t stop me from feeling vulnerable.
I was then reminded of my old flat in London, UK. Brixton, actually. My brother and his lover at the time had purchased a flat on the second floor of a corner house (sort of near here) It was a cozy place. One of the first shortcomings of the flat I discovered on the second morning living there was that when you ironed your shirt in the front room (the only room large enough to accommodate an ironing board) you were exactly level with the top deck of the number 3 bus through Brixton Hill.
Yes. I was in my underwear as the bus slowly turned pass our living room window, giving the passengers a view of good old Canadian gitch. I could have run and shut the blinds, but it was a bit too late for that. I had no other option so I waved my iron and smiled at the lovely commuters to the city. What? I was suppose to cover my shame with the iron? I think not.