I Love The Muppets

Ode to Joy:

Habanera:

The Blue Danube Waltz:

Does this mean they’re back?

Sketchy

The interjiggy has been around for a long time and if you’re like me, you started off with three or four sites that you visited every day… then watched in amazement as your bookmarks link snowballed.  I now have, I swear to God, at least fifty links that I want to check.  I’m pretty bad about some of them, but Mattias Inks is one I try not to miss.  He does these wonderful, zippy, whimsical drawings in his moleskine notebooks and scans in all the silliness on a regular basis.  And he’s been doing it for a while, so there’s some brilliant stuff in the archives if you ever get bored.

Music Videos I Like

Let’s do a complete throw-away post, why not? Here are some music videos I like. Some popular, some obscure, some with good music, some with “meh” music, but all interesting to me for various reasons.

Be Mine: Robyn (Ocelot Mix)

Young Folks: Peter, Bjorn & John

Dame de Lotus: Émilie Simon

OK, this one is technically a fan video for Daft Punk’s Harder, Better, Faster Stronger, but I like it better than the official video because of the, uh… choreography.

And, though I wasn’t planning on going back this far, I somehow feel obligated. Take On Me: A-Ha

Aren’t They All?

So, in my (apparently) unending quest to become a Megadork or Geekus Maximus, I got an anime series from 2004 called ‘Area 88′ (remade from one in the ’80’s) which is essentially ‘Top Gun’ with more hair. (Oh man. There is tons of hair.)

I’ll spare you the tedious plot details, but the gist is that there’s a war in a parallel or slightly-modded world of the not-too-distant future (I know this because they reference the Vietnam war at one point) in the Kingdom of Asuran, and Area 88 is a secret desert base from which the good guys launch attacks against the unnamed enemy. I think it’s a civil war because they keep referring to the enemy as ‘rebels,’ and seriously, who does that?

Anyway, what I found most interesting was the management scheme at Area 88. It’s more or less strictly rewards-based - the soldiers are sort of government mercenaries. Rewards come with risks - for instance, in the one episode where a sniper is holding the base captive by shooting down planes on the runway, the top brass offers $30,000 for his death. If you shoot down a deserter you can get $200,000. You pay for everything on top of regular fuel, ammo, and maintenance - like, if you’re a terrible shot you can buy extra rounds for your 20-mm so you don’t run out in the middle of a raid because you went through your standard-issue rounds too fast.

I thought it was quite a cool system, though they don’t explain it well in the 12 episodes (since it’s not really part of the plot except to explain that a pilot can pay $1.5 million to break his contract - which is what the main character is trying to do). My brother and I were discussing it the other night, how you could implement this system in ‘real life’ (”Anime’s not real life?” “No, dear.”) and how it would cut down on civilian losses, property damage, etc, because it’s a right-minus-wrong system. If you shoot down an enemy plane and get $1000, but the downed plane falls on a non-military hospital that will cost $50,000 to repair, guess what? You owe $49,000. It means they end up with really careful and talented pilots with every incentive to only kill the, uh, rebels.

Then Al was like, “How are they paying for it? In the series, I mean.”

I said, “No idea. All I know is they work for the actual government, so I’d guess it’s tax dollars.”

Al: “So the only way it’s different from regular soldiers is that they get paid to kill the enemy instead of a salary.”

I had to think about that one. Because aren’t all soldiers basically just paid murderers? Yes, we could split hairs all day. But in the end if you’re in the army you’re accepting money to kill people. The only difference is the method of payment, and the motivation to limit collateral damage.

I find myself curiously intrigued and confused by this whole system and I wonder if I should write to the Chief of Defence or something. You know, hammering out the details: if more than one fighter shoots down an enemy plane, who gets the reward? Do they split it? Would it be weighted based on their current battle scores? Does anyone get paid in the event an enemy plane downs one of its own? Would there be other opportunities to make some money - for instance, capturing a refinery? Would POWs count for anything, or only if they had information? How to prevent fighters claiming fake victories? (For some reason, in the series this was really easy. The radar controllers all seemed to know exactly who had downed whom. Or whom had downed who, I forget.) And finally, who pays? Could there maybe be corporate sponsorship or something? “This enemy kill was brought to you by Saturn. Saturn: a different kind of company. A different kind of car.”

(We also ended up talking about Canada’s position in Afghanistan. Al thinks we should stay a little while longer to see if ‘we can fix their crap government.’ I think we should stay until we’ve found every Taliban member, placed them in a large pit, and filled it with molten lead. This is for no more noble reason than that they blew up the Bamiyan Buddhas, with which I’ve had a strange obsession for my entire conscious life. One of the first images I can clearly remember - seriously - is a photo of them from an old travel magazine. I will argue endlessly for womens’ rights and self-government but in the end I find myself mainly incensed by the destruction of important world heritage sites.)

Late Nights

A couple of days ago, before I knew I was actually going to be offered two jobs simultaneously, things looked pretty bleak.  I had one of those existential nihilistic self-flagellating nights where I could only think of the negatives in my life and none of the positives.  The week before, my therapist had suggested I return to my roots when I needed a coping strategy - familiar music, perhaps a hobby I used to like.

So the good news is, I decided to haul out the Crayola 64-colour box and recreate the old pleasures of wax on paper, to find peace by reaching deep, deep down within myself and pulling.

The bad news is, a squid came out.  A strange one.

The moral of the story appears to be, “Beware of what is within.”

The Fall of the House of Usher

House of Usher

Edgar Allan Poe’s The Fall of the House of Usher is one of my top two favourite short stories of all time. I also very much like hot, athletic, shirtless men. But can someone explain to me how anyone was able to come up with a treatment that combines both and still call it Edgar Allan Poe’s House of Usher?

Poe’s story is about an ill man, living with his sister, also ill, that invites an old childhood friend to comfort him during his sickness. I won’t ruin the end, which is terrifying, but at no point do four young, hot, gay men make an appearance—either explicitly or in subtext.

And… “Many have arrived, few have survived?” What?

Don’t get me wrong, I like gay cinema as much as the next non-straight guy (except when it’s low-budget, pretentious, or a re-hash), but this is just silly.

Trouble

If I do not cut up my credit card immediately, there is going to be trouble.

I can smell bankruptcy blowing in the wind.

Delicious, delicious bankruptcy.

Take the work out of working out!

Exercise while sitting down? It’s not impossible with the fantastic new Hawaii Chair!

Fantastic! But here’s the real reason for this post:

WRONG! This isn’t brutality, this is a…

Digg had a story about a Donald Duck comic earlier today, and when I clicked on it, I got this instead. It’s the ending of Mortal Kombat 4 when you play as a character named Jax. I think it’s better somehow:

The Black Dragon Live On!

Update: Someone in the Digg comments was able to find the Donald Duck comic before the link mysteriously changed: Hook, Line, and Succor.

Well Yeah, But

Mom: Oh, and I forgot to mention!  Our complaints manager has been sick for the last week or so.

Me:  Oh, poor George!  Well, you have to admit, he is getting on there.  You know.  I mean, I’m not saying he’s old, but…

Mom: No, neither are we.

Me:  …Does it ever strike you as odd that the only recipient of a customer service award on your floor spends most of his time sleeping in a filing cabinet?

Mom:  Well, he comes out to take complaints.

Me:  Well yeah, but…

The complaints manager at the TD bank at Edmonton Centre is a Japanese fighting fish named George who has a little plastic office suite in his tank.  He even has an official TD nametag indistinguishable from the other employees’ tags.  Not that they should distinguish because he’s a fish, but… I mean, I’m not a speciesist at all, but… I’m going to go lie down now.