Frak Me Gently With A Chainsaw

And thus ends my silence from posting textually to this accumulation of tripe witticisms over the last little while. I did have things to post, just not the energy nor motivation to do so. Something about the holiday season in December really brings me right down. It’s not just my birthday, a constant reminder of the finite nature of existence. Nor is it the bastardization of a sound Pagan winter feast celebrating the birth of Sol, the sun god, by changing it to the birth of an Apollo-ized version of Jesus, the so-called son of god. Actually the latter gives me mirth. How a little fudge in language can have such a profound effect on belief. I’ve never put my finger on it. Maybe it’s just that I’m not that much of a people person. Maybe it’s a constant reminder I don’t fit in. Meh. It’s over.

But not without a bang. Last year was ended with the exclamation point where one of the three buidings in our apartment complex catching fire via arson, and the damage was enough that most of that building became uninhabitable and the long wing was torn to the ground. Fast forward to now. I can only guess the loss of revenue due to obviously diminished tenant population has made dollars thin enough for our landlords to lay off many of the staff at the building, including the security guard, just around Jolly ol’ Christmas time. Merry frakking Christmas, true believers!

Needless to say, Newton had a theory that really transcends physics and time: for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. Yup. This past Friday morning, for those who don’t read Dawn’s blahg, some ignorant twat just decided to break in my passenger window and rummage through the empty coffee cups and varied contents finding something valuable to steal. How pathetic? Further analysis from the cops confirmed my ultimate suspicion: it was drug addicts looking to take the change I had lying in a tray, which, by my mistake, was in plain view. So, a $300 deductable payment later, my window is back, but not my security. My Gods, I hate running out to the car early in the AM just to see if my car is in decent repair. Not a way to live. Especially being underpaid in a highly expensive city to live in.

All of this really highlights something that I’ve been increasingly aware as of late. It’s dire time for a change. Whether that involves moving out of the lower mainland, I am not sure of yet. But I do know two things. I need to get the frak out of Surrey, and I once again need to be in business for myself. For the latter, a good reason I picked up the Canon Digital Rebel XT with some of my Pagan holiday money. Along with the very cheap price, it gives me the chance to build up a portfolio so that in times of film production slowdown (id est now), I do have other outlets of income short of waiting patiently by the phone for IATSE to call. To such, I’m committing myself to the following by the end of this year:

1. Having both Dawn’s Arbonne business and my photography/videography/editing business up and running.
2. Not working at my current ‘employer’ anymore.

And for the photography, I give you the latest from my new toy:

Chehalis Monument at Stanley Park.

That is all.

Imitation. Is it flattery, is it jealousy, or is it something else?

The old addage. Imitation. The highest form of flattery. In my younger years, I remember famed Canuck Rich Little do his many celebrity imperosnations. All in tact, never done to insult. A class act through and through. However, as time has progressed, imitation became less and less flattering. It seems that malice is acceptable for a cheap laugh. Thus is the way of this brave, new world I suppose. Could it get any worse?

It has. It seems rules that prevent direct plagiarism seem to exist on the backburner now (unless I missed something and intellectual property is a thought of the past). Yes, it seems gits are out there, registering dot coms, and passing other’s posts off as there own. Id est, this site. For regular readers of my tripe, you can begin to see my concern.

And I thought my job was bad. Do people have no respect anymore? I’m sure Todd will give me an essay justifying the degradation of society so long as commerce and the auto industry moves forward. But, to the free thinking artist, how far will this theft go?

That is all.