No, Not That Year

I saw Year One yesterday. It was, give or take 2 standard expectancy index units, exactly what I expected. It was a stupid laugh. A little too stupid in some parts, and not quite stupid enough in others.

But hey, it had David Cross in it, and Harlod Ramis wrote it, so that sold me. More importantly, it had David Cross in it as Cain, so there was a whole lot of fantastic blashpemy involved. I daresay it was more enjoyable than The Hangover, all told. I quote Almost Famous (because I haven't in some time): “Give me the Guess Who. They got the courage to be drunken buffoons, which makes them poetic.”

Yes, it was inane and vulgar, but it did it with aplomb. The whole Hangover shtick got a wee bit tired by the end, I felt. While Jack Black isn't exactly the freshest cabbage on the shelf, those 90 minutes he was making sex jokes were fun. It was a little sad though, because they could have done much more with the concept. Like, more than Mel Brooks did.

And really, who'd expect a Jack Black movie to end with an existential crisis of faith that didn't have anything to do with engaging Satan in a rock battle? For the record, I still don't like Michael Cera, and I will put him on The List if he cocks up Scott Pilgrim.

The Things We Do for Blog

Firstly, I will call your attention to exhibit A, entitled 'The Importance of that Extra G'. Yes, Mr. Montuori called my attention to chasingeese.blogspot.com. I might need to buy some plaid and a rifle and go a' huntin' to compete.

Next, and on a related note (in the sense that 'oh-god-them-squirrels-is-back-fer-blood') we have Squirrels. Back fer blood.

On the Zombie Napoleon front, the second chapter is officially half-drawn, so expect a big (if not complete) posting later in the week. And I'm sure you've all missed our favourite decaying frenchman so.

I saw The Hangover last thursday, and I will say this: it wasn't bad. That's a loaded three-word review, right there. It had a few laughs in it, but nothing really stuck with me as I left the theater. There were much more interesting things to discuss, like Nordic claims on Maori tribal land.

Until next time, keep shinin' on you crazy diamonds.

He Must Be Lonely

A character sketchy for the still-upcoming-but-now-at-least-its-being-drawn Zombie Napoleon 2. Also, there's a joke in the title! Special prizes for whoever gets it.

The house is still currently in various states of disrepair as renovations are ongoing, but at least now the ceiling and walls don't cry when it rains. No lights in the front room though.

Future plans: Essay planning today (hahahahaha), More website and comiquing on the morrow (in class, no less), Dinner on Saturday (I fancy chinese), and no more classes for the semester in two weeks.

Like Clockwork

Also, since I'm sitting here listening extremely intently to this media lecture, I'll throw up page Un of Zombie Napoleon Deux. Hooray for new typeset.

Good Advice

So even though this is likely to spark a huge scandal, I took a photo with my mobile phone in a public bathroom.

Before you alert the fourth estate and get me fired from my tenure at Channel 9, have a look.

Thank you, Old Main Building, for your clear instruction on how to operate those strange porcelain devices.


It's also slightly funnier if you imagine this as a motivational poster with 'Protip' at the top.

Website Stuff

Things that will eventually be things that get put into the Zombie Napleon website. And since those of you reading this are such fans of mine, so in addition to the banner above, here's some sneak peaks of things that two-thirds of you have already seen:

A couple of buttons (first is standard, the second is the hover state):

And the background tile, which looks quite good with stuff on it.
Finally, a low-qual mockup of the finished product:

Still haven't decided if I'll actually buy webspace. Possibly.

Because Neither Of Us Have Anything Better To Do

Some links:

Them crazy Chaser boys and their Vatican hijinx. Hijinx is an awesome word. So a blimp, the pope and an arrest. Failed terrorist action? Unauthoirsed tourist attraction? Time will tell.

I guess this is to guys what the original was to the fairer sex. That is to say, not funny.

Nightmare fuel. I will never be able to listen to the Stones in the same way ever again. Yes, it is pictures of Keef.

Academic study in my WoW? It's more likely that you'd think. Also, it's so very wrong. So I might have a final essay in there somewhere.

Finally, this week's Nazi installment. I'm not sure which of these is awesomer: Inglorious Basterds, or this one. Wait, yes I am. The one with time travelling zombies.

I also have a few more costume ideas in the works for a 21st, since space vikings is now out of the picture. And no, t'isn't steampunk Lincoln, as awesome as that'd be.