Just watched this web show by the stalker girl from Flight of the Conchords, Kristen Shaal. It’s not the best thing ever, but sometimes its the best thing ever. The premise. When Penelope (Kristen) first gets her period she realizes she can talk to animals. Specifically her pet alcoholic bird Ruby. They tell her that in order to save the world she needs to kill Senator Stone. So she embarks on her mission along with Kyle the Orphan.
Episode four is a weird music video. I’ll put it at the end.
If your in Montreal tonight come see the Heavy Hands with Maple Falls at the Cabaret. All cover fees go to help children in Rwanda. No cover. Drinks, I don’t know if their cheap. It sounds good though. Hobo Steve might be there.
This is one of the greatest movies ever made. Clint Eastwoods character was and always will be a fighter. But he had to leave boxing. There were to many rules. So now he fights in factory parking lots for money, his only companions, his brother and a beer drinking Orangutan named Clyde. He won Clyde in a fight at a zoo.
The director has only made three movies. This, the sequel, Any Which Way You Can and one other movie where in order for Tony Danza to get his grandfathers inheritance he has to watch an Orangutan for a week. Trouble Trouble.
That’s a career.
The man is a genius.
By the end of filming for Any Which Way You Can the Orangutan died…..Under mysterious circumstances. I’ve always wanted to make a detective movie about it. The raging jealousy, his drunken behavior and womanizing. Every one had a reason to kill that damn ape. But only one had the guts.
Me and my friend Cousins came up with another idea once too. Its the son of Clint Eastwoods character in the movie. All he wants to do is be a fighter like his dad, but hes no good. So all he does is drink and watch the movie Every Which Way But Loose, while shadow boxing. (Which makes no sense, a character set in reality, born to an acknowledged fictional character. perfect.) He then goes out to bars and fights. But he always loses. He has a stuffed monkey he pours beer on named Timothy. He uses a Ouija board to speak to his father, but can only get a hold of Clyde the Orangutan. He’s wasted.
Hamsters doggedly seek to instruct
By example how humans are fucked:
Upon wheels they can’t climb
They run only through time
On fast-forward to auto-destruct
What a pointless night. Sitting in a room, in a bar, and not wanting to say a word to anything. An early night before is a pointless night to follow. Sitting in a room searching for anything to guide the night away from the waste it has become, from the waste it always was.
Sitting like a shackled stupid dog, chained to a selfish and foolish fucking post.
Left feeling near death and so far from everything. But today, in my bag, there is half a block of modeling clay, a note book full of ideas and no urge to see anyone ever again.
And at least outside the world is covered in snow and the wind is wicked on the faces of the slaves. I have five beers and bad intentions. Thank the devilish one for that.
It’s only five for now, but with a good foundation the future will build itself.
And if that fuck of a landlord comes knocking on my door looking for his rent I’m going to break his slut of a throat, a champion sag, sucking on my air waves like the selfish tramp it is.
I’m travelling back to where I’m at my best. Alone.
This songs for you, my only friend. That sweet understanding nectar with the autumn eyes. PABST. BLUE. RIBBON.
These are some drawings I did on the train coming back to Montreal.
WAY OF THE HUMMING BIRD:
VELVET PANTS:
FOX WORM:
I decided I should try and figure out the anatomy of animals. So I went to the library and photocopied some so that I could learn to draw them on the train. I mainly just ended up getting locked into this picture though. I really like it, it might be the first thing I’ve ever signed my name too. I don’t like signing my name at all. I spill beer on things a lot. Wine not.
(Click for more detail.)
SCTV is the greatest show. And this is one of the greatest parts of it. The godfather parody, the network wars. I couldnt find it anywhere so I uploaded it.
This is from the cronenberg movie Scanners. The main actor is terrible, but the whole movie is a neat idea. The guy who plays Benjamin Pierce is amazing. The doctors good too.
The sculptures the loo loo bird makes are great. I’ve always wanted to know the story behind them. I assume Cronenberg came up with the ideas then had someone make them under his direction. But maybe some other artist came up with them with Cronenberg, what else does this person do. I dont know. And less likely so, maybe Cronenberg actually made them himself.
Its a little long, I just let the scene run out at the end because its good. I cant help but notice the black man seems to get his mind eaten out with more rhythm and style then the rest. Typical hollywood. Benjamin, we hardly knew you.
