Oh Canada, Grizzly Gundam stands on guard for thee.

March 31, 2007 at 3:50 pm (anime, Canada, cheese, comedy, Gundam)

Before I moved on to my “delving” of Gundam Wing, I took a few screen-shots of Gundam G which I found interesting for their sheer cheesiness. These spikes are bad ass.

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Yep. That’s a Gundam with a tuque. You can’t see it but it also uses an axe as a weapon. I’m not sure why they didn’t just call it Lumberjack Gundam.

Here’s Grizzly Gundam pilot Andrew Graham facing off against Russia’s Argo Gulskii and his Bolt Gundam.

It’s 1972-1987 all over again!

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Other countries didn’t fare as well as Canada did so I’m not complaining. Hurray for multicultural stereotypes!

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Two Short Stories, Two Short Films

March 31, 2007 at 1:10 pm (comedy, faces which amuse me, film, meat, Terry Bisson, Tobias Wolf, writers)

The first film/story is called Bullet in the Brain originally written by Tobias Wolf.

Unfortunately I have never been able to find this short story but it is one of my favorite shorts. There’s nothing quite like the implied criticism of the Critic. I first saw this several years ago on the now defunct CBC program ZED.

(Their web site’s still up and there are many hidden gems to be found here.)

The second film/story is called They’re Made Out of Meat originally written by Terry Bisson.

I had read this at the recommendation of Neil Gaiman’s blog and, one can only assume, Mr. Gaiman himself. I only just realized there was a short recently and it has the best teleportation sequence I’ve ever seen.

The fact that both of these shorts include Tom Noonan is just a happy coincidence.


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The Powers of Nostalgia: Rusty is the man…tin can?

March 23, 2007 at 9:21 am (cartoon, nostalgia, Socrates, wizard of oz)

I’d like to begin a series of posts, of say, 32948 parts, about things which I find nostalgic. The themes may range from when I lived on main street and was on a bender for the better part of a summer, or the cartoons I watched while eating cereal as a child. Today it’s the latter.

I watched The Tales of the Wizard of Oz while eating cereal every weekday morning before elementary school. Obviously, this cartoon is quite old, even for a child of the eighties, and I couldn’t wait for it to finish and Astroboy or Inspector Gadget to begin.

It still left an impression and I have found myself recalling the name’s of the characters years later. It’s something special to have the scarecrow with no brains called Socrates.

Thanks go to Dr. Braino for posting these clips on youtube.

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riverrun, past Saint Patrick’s day…

March 18, 2007 at 8:41 am (comedy, faces which amuse me, James Joyce, Samuel Beckett, writers)

I missed posting this on Saint Paddy’s day but I figure it’s worth sharing.

Joyce galvanized, all fecund in his nuttiness, and Beckett dour and uninspired.

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American Idol Downstairs: Week Two

March 12, 2007 at 7:18 pm (agony, American Idol, Neighbors)

So. There are new neighbors in the apartment below. A couple of young girls with thug boyfriends. Typical for the neighborhood and price range of this apartment building. Whatever.

Then the warbling began. Every night and every day. At first, I thought they were just singing along to a karaoke machine. Singing loudly and singing badly. But no, these girls are actually playing a video-game.

If I put my ear to the floor I hear American Idol judges who can’t heap enough praise on my fellow tenants: fantastic, growing in strength, scrumptioulescent, blah blah blah. Yes. Even Simon the blunt.

My friends, if I can tell their singing is off-key from a floor above, my neighbor’s PS2/X-BOX/Gamecube is broken. Yet not nearly broken enough. God help me when they get to the Whitney Houston song.

The votes have been cast and complaints have been made.

No results.

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