An Artist With A Brilliant Disguise

Norwegian pop singer-songwriter Saint Thomas passed away earlier this week. His 2004 album, The Return of Saint Thomas, is very wonderful and sweet, and highly recommended.

A Christian Argument for Harm Reduction

Found this very interesting. The story contains a few factual inaccuracies, eg, St. Paul's is in Saskatoon, not Regina, and the Federal Gov't is not involved in the funding of InSite--at issue is the exemption to the Controlled Substances Act, and the deadline is Dec. 31/07, not Sept. 12/07. But the ideas and arguments put forth are super-fascinating. For more info on Vancouver's Supervised Injection Site, visit Community Insite.

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Here's our weird Regina link of the day.

This is what my house looked like that time the lawn got mowed. It was a group effort. I kinda binged on comics this afternoon, buoyed by a reading of Douglas Wolk's excellent Reading Comics: How Graphic Novels Work and What They Mean and hungry for some good comics after not visiting RX in three weeks. I don't know if the comics I got are any good--in fact, I'm willing to bet most of them aren't. I've been real ambivalent towards comics lately. Ever since 52 ended and Countdown began, I've felt oddly dissociated from the DC Universe. I suppose the ennui goes back further than that, but 52 was such a remarkably FUN ride, that its absence is sorely felt.

I've quit reading most of the series that initially got me back reading comics a few years ago. Green Lantern, Green Arrow and the Flash have all gotten terrible in the last year or so (though the most recent issue of the Flash, by Mark Waid and Daniel Acuna, shows considerable promise of goodness to come). Titles that were really exciting me only one year ago--Kurt Busiek's Superman, Dan Slott's She-Hulk, and Action Philosophers--have, for various reasons, become less and less enjoyable.

But here are some comics I am enjoying:

The Brave & the Bold (DC) - Mark Waid and George Perez reinvent the team-up book and throw away the rules. I make comments that don't mean anything. Anyway, the scope is huge, the art is grand, and it's everything that's fun about DC Comics.

Punisher War Journal (Marvel) - Matt Fraction and Ariel Olivetti deliver what Frank Miller and Jim Lee think they're doing in All Star Batman & Robin the Boy Wonder. Loud and grotesque ultra-violence that parodizes as it celebrates.

hmmm, that's about it in terms comics that I really look forward to. Whatever Grant Morrison's up to (especially his All Star Superman), Ed Brubaker's surprisingly awesome Captain America, Blue Beetle, Keith Giffen's Midnighter, and Duncan Rouleau's Metal Men are all satisfactorily thrill-engaged. The current Batman Confidential storyline is great, too.

p.s. I have more to say about Reading Comics, and I'll say it real soon. I just want to make sure I finish reading it before I endorse too heartily, just in case Wolk non-chalantly sucks up the joint in the Tomb of Dracula chapter.

How I managed to stay one year ahead of Dog the Bounty Hunter

There haven't been many times in the last year that I've been glad not to be an Entertainment Writer in Regina anymore, but this week might be one of them. Monday night, Regina hosted the Canadian Country Music Awards, and I was not there. It's not that I don't like country music (love it, in fact), or that I don't like Canadian country music (hell yeah, Terri Clark!). I just can't stand Canadian awards shows.
Meanwhile, I took my computer in this afternoon. When I called the 1-800 number attached to the warranty, I was told that they could fix it while I wait. When I showed up in person, they told to call if I didn't hear from them in a week, "...or two." Yikes. Worst of all, I packed the damn thing up in its original box, fearing that any damage to it might be attributed to not transporting it properly and thus void the warranty. When I got there, they told me they wouldn't hold on to the box, so I spent the afternoon walking around Vancouver with Scott and my big, empty computer box.
Tomorrow is new comic day, howev, so that's something to look forward to.

Montreal's Appealling

Last week was a giant bummer. My computer died, I had a real estate fear confirmed, and I generally got little sleep.
That means that things can only look up, right? Later this month, I'll be taking my first ever REAL holiday as Nicole and I venture to Montreal. I haven't been in 9 years, and I'm eager to see the city through adult eyes...If I'm adult by then.



and here's the song for your very own:
MP3: "Paris Be Mine" by the Bicycles


Saskploitation Watch: I have now received exactly ONE visit from a Regina reader (and also one from Lethbridge!), but my favourite city that has read my blog is LEIPZIG!!!

Bonus MP3 (speaking of Alberta): "Vallee of Cobras" by The Summerlad

Bring on the Centaurs and Mer-men!

So we're finally going ahead with the human/animal hybrid project. I for one, couldn't be happier. Being as I am in what biologists like to call "the reproductive years", the possibility that I might soon hold in my arms a creature that looks like me, only with shark's teeth, warms my tender heart.


SASKPLOITATION WATCH: Jury's still out on which party this new provision to the Sask. Election Act will favour in the upcoming election.

I Have Precision Autumn

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Things I did on the long weekend:

saw Rob Zombie's Halloween. Saw it at the Rio, which is the place to go if you're going to a see a movie. For some reason, despite Jamie Lee Curtis, I've never liked the Halloween movies as much as, say, Prom Night, The Fog, or This Night I'll Possess Your Soul. The whole Michael Myers as unrelenting killing machine concept (IMDB calls it "indestructible villain" and includes Moby Dick as an example) means that they're usually just a series of chase sequences with brief respites of psychobabble from Donald Pleasance. The overwhelming doom and gloom of the best ones (you know which ones I mean) make me claustrophobic and anxious. Which, y'know, is the whole point I guess. I just don't like feeling claustrophobic and anxious. But Nicole obviously does.

Zombie's remake is gratuitous in its gore, unilluminating in its revelations, the subtext is writ large and everything is generally Rob-Zombiefied. Instead of the more quietly scary suburban origins of the Carpenter version (and nearly all the classic teen-slasher flicks of the late-Cold War era), this time Myers comes from a more obviously troubled family. His stepfather is a lout and his mother's a stripper (but she has a heart of gold, naturally, and is played RZ's wife, a former exotic dancer, naturally). Young Michael looks like a tiny Kurt Cobain might've. In fact, he looks like Bobby Hill dressed up like Kurt Cobain for Halloween.

So there's this grim Columbine-ish backstory, where before there was none. Malcolm McDowell (who for some reason, I keep miscasting in my memory of The Limey instead of Terrence Stamp, and therefore overestimating his awesomeness) brings none of the pathos or urgency to his role that Pleasance did. Scout Taylor-Compton (sounds like walkie-talkie code) in the Jamie Lee Curtis likewise pales in comparison.

By this point, you're probably thinking that I didn't like the movie, but you're wrong. I liked it just fine. Micky Dolenz (best known as "Arthur" from the animated series The Tick or possibly for singing "Last Train to Clarksville") as a gun-shop owner was awesome, and with the smell of fall in the night air, a scary movie hit the spot.

Speaking of hitting the spot, we also hit my favourite Italian restaurant on the weekend. Vita Bella Ristorante might not be the most popular pasta joint on the Burnaby part of Hastings, but it should be. Briefly, it's f$%!ing nice. It wasn't until after we'd ordered, that Nicole and I realized that we'd each chosen the dish the other had last time we were there. That meant salmon and avocado penne for me. F$%!ing nice. I don't mean to sound overdramatic, but by the second bite of this rich and sumptious dish, all the tension my shoulders had accumulated over the work week was g-o-n-e. I've never eaten duck before, but Vita Bella's signature dish is a linguini fumate that's sooo tempting, as is nearly everything on the small, but dignified menu. A nice wine list and warm front of house staff, too.