The Mousehole

Spew & Purchase

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 11:13:59 GMT

You knows that you're a lot more addicted to coffee than you should be when you're being sick into the toilet and all you can think is "What a waste of a good cup of coffee!"
I've gotten myself a netbook. I call it Minilith. I felt it necessary to get one because it enables me to slink off and type stuff in private without SO bursting in and sticky-beaking. He's already eyeing my netbook, wanting to make it faster, higher, stronger. Of course, the cat doesn't like this idea. She sees Minilith as an intruder on her lap space and has been stridently denouncing it, which means I'm now awkwardly balancing the netbook on the arm of the sofa whilst she's crashed face first on my legs.

Car Pool

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 07:11:59 GMT

I honestly can't recall if I've mentioned this previously, but if you're interested in interviews with a variety of people of varying fame, take a look at Robert Llwellyn's Car Pool. You can download it (for free) via iTunes as well. There's a new one each week. He's got Patrick Stewart coming up soon - I nearly wet myself when I saw the preview. He's had Stephen Fry and Adrian Edmonson previously, as well as scientists, environmentalists, musicians. Take a look!

For The Love Of GOD!

Thu, 29 Oct 2009 23:32:38 GMT

“Mmm,” thinks the cat. “What a week it's been. I got taken to the vet to have my teeth cleaned so that none of them have to be pulled out, and have my claws clipped whilst I was unconscious so that I don't get caught on the carpet, sofa and people's clothing; procedures which cost $450. Whilst on the 3 minute trip to the vet I felt it necessary to kick up a stink, spew and shit myself, making everyone else (except my owners) feel sympathetic to my dreaded plight. When I got home, I acted as if nothing had happened until after I was fed, at which point I'd flee at erratic times and hide downstairs as if someone was about to beat me with an old shoe. Wandering around the house this morning, I thought I'd ice the cake and piss in the laundry basket, because God knows, my clean litter tray just wasn't good enough. I then proceeded to hide because I knew I shouldn't have done this.”

Of course, the issue is mine. I expect the cat to act with some kind of rationality, forgetting that she is, in fact, an animal with a brain the size of an almond, but HOLY SHIT WHY DID SHE PISS IN LAUNDRY BASKET?! It defies logic! But there I go again, attributing to a cat the kind of intelligence I often find lacking in humans a vast majority of the time.

And before anyone gets concerned, the only retribution the cat will get is me glaring and shouting. There will be no hitting or kicking – I don't do that. This cat gets taken to the vet every 6 months for a plethora of jabs and checks. Her diet is carefully monitored. She gets brushed every day at her insistence, and she's spayed and microchipped.

The smell had better come out of the clothes or there'll be a lot more glaring and shouting!

Always...

Thu, 29 Oct 2009 04:29:37 GMT

The story behind it.

Not That Worth It

Thu, 29 Oct 2009 04:20:37 GMT

"The initial inspection has concluded that your media has suffered extensive internal damage."

$1000

My ass. Maybe if I was BHP Billiton.

More Serious Issues Need To Be Addressed, I Think

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 22:40:30 GMT

I think Warner Bros needs to spend a bit more time rectifying certain screenplays than being a killjoy. But I guess that's how it is in "the biz"... find a cash cow and protect it like a stupid little dog growling at anyone who even LOOKS at its bloody dinner.

Evil

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 04:02:21 GMT

see more Lolcats and funny pictures

Fuck, I hate clowns.
Why is corn smut so scary to people? Surely it doesn't leap out at you when you de-husk a corn. Sure, it looks ugly, but then so does diarrhea.

Possession

Sun, 25 Oct 2009 21:52:02 GMT

Our cat is possessed. Periodically. As soon as the cat cage comes out of storage, it's a race to the vet before she works herself up into a frenzy during the 3 MINUTE car ride and spews. I thought it'd be alright this morning. She's going in to get her teeth cleaned, and her claws clipped whilst under anaesthetic because she's a total witch about having them clipped. No food or water before an operation, hence no spew material. But no. The rat bag manages to shit herself in the car, then hork up spit all out of the door grille of the cage and onto the vet floor. Anyone would think we'd been driving like Bodie and Doyle to get her to the vet! Now we must explore sedation options for future car rides. And I always feel like a heel when we walk into the vet's with a cat who's yowling and soiled herself at both ends... like we were abusing her or something. "Awww, poor Cushion," say all the vet staff while SO and I stand there, ashamed, wondering what the hell we're doing wrong to cause demon-cat-itis.
And the bill today: $450.

Accessory

Sun, 25 Oct 2009 14:39:59 GMT

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Breakfast FAIL

Sun, 25 Oct 2009 01:09:33 GMT

I do enjoy a Sunday morning breakfast at a cafe where the waitress forgets part of my order and gets another part wrong while the guy on the table next to us has a voice that can cut through steel. I thought the cockroach on the wall was a nice touch, as well.

Fast & Slow

Tue, 20 Oct 2009 22:15:41 GMT

No real update. SO's going to be talking to data recovery companies today to se if something can be clawed back from my failed hard-drive. A hell of a lot of my drawings, comics and photos are lost to me otherwise.
I'd also like to thank b for sending me this: It's somewhat correct, but I still love cricket. Just you wait, you've been turned to AFL... given long enough and a visit during the right season, we could turn you to cricket as well!

Faaaaaaaaark

Thu, 15 Oct 2009 19:35:56 GMT

The avalanche of computer shit continues to bury me. Yesterday, a file I'd been working on for a day and a bit corrupted. So now I have to do it all over again. Thanks Flash CS4, I always knew you were a shitty, bloated canker on the timeline of your history but I had almost forgotten. Thusly, I will be working on the weekend. Again. How the ulcer of bitter hatred grows in my stomach.
Other than fun with computers.... that's it. Work consumes me far more than I would like it to. I daren't think any further than a week ahead in the schedule or even postulate we may get things done on time lest it all fall apart. I hate managing people. I hate looking at them suspiciously when they turn up late or leave early. I hate the thought they might be tooling about on the net when they should be working. I just want to sit at my desk and animate. I find myself difficult enough to manage, let alone 5 other people.
*dives back into the oil slick*

Awesome-o

Mon, 12 Oct 2009 05:14:58 GMT

In case it doesn't embed: here.

Lost

Mon, 12 Oct 2009 02:38:31 GMT

Hard drive crashed. Irretrievable. Lost a lot of stuff. Last back-up done in July.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!

Doesn't Have To Be 3D To Be Good

Tue, 06 Oct 2009 08:21:37 GMT

Recurrent Part 2

Wed, 30 Sep 2009 04:08:37 GMT

Last night I dreamed about being back at school. And that I had an English exam in the afternoon that I hadn't studied for. I had to go and eat lunch in the cafeteria and it was the worst tasting piece of shite. At that point I chucked a tantrum and shouted "I'm 34 years old! Why am I back at school? How do I get out of this shithole!"
Now all I need to complete the trifecter of metaphorical dream guff tonight is to dream about going on holiday, with 5 minutes til the plane leaves and I haven't packed and I'm nowhere near the airport.
Crikey dick.

Recurrent

Tue, 29 Sep 2009 11:45:08 GMT

My life is so sunk in work and various obligations at the moment that I have very, very little to report. Noble plans to do exciting arty things at the weekend fall through because of said work and obligations, or I'm just to knackered to even think about it, let alone do it.
I don't know about anyone else, but I have recurring dreams that I'm sure are pretty good indicators/metaphors of what I'm experiencing during the day. One of those recurring dreams I had last night. It varies in some details but the theme is the same. I'm on a film set. I have a minor role. I haven't learned my lines. And filming starts in 5 minutes. Thusly, I'm running about trying to find the script so that I can cram my lines something chronic and not look like a total moron/unprofessional. Even in my dreams I can't escape the feeling that I'm constantly running behind and am about to get flattened by something I haven't prepared for. It's a reasonably stressful and despressing dream that my brain chooses to vomit up every so often. It's right up there with the dream where mysteriously I'm back at school, not knowing where classes are, what my timetable is, and having not revised for the exams I'm about to take. The upside of last night's I-haven't-learned-my-lines dream was that I got to seriously and bordering on almost illegally molest Alan Rickman. This is an exceptionally rare occurance for me, as some of you may recall. This is the person who dreams about filling out forms. Yep, it gets that exciting. However, last night my brain must have gone to glitch-town and volunteered up something of a rollicking adventure, so I'll take the bad with the good, thanks. I know which part of the dream I'd prefer to have recurring, though.

Dusty

Wed, 23 Sep 2009 11:42:03 GMT

Here's a link for some crazy pictures of Sydney in its dust storm today. This one is my favourite, though:

WTF?

Sun, 20 Sep 2009 21:57:58 GMT

You really can find anything on the internet.

Comedy

Tue, 08 Sep 2009 07:05:20 GMT

Filmic

Sun, 06 Sep 2009 10:57:18 GMT

I've had the chance to see a few animated films in the last couple of weeks, which felt very much like a treat. I don't go to the cinema much. It seems that a lot of what's out there (or at least, what gets to the cinemas near me) just aren't very appealing, or blatantly look ike a piece of shit. Most of you would've seen these films months ago, but hey, I live in Australia and the minds of distributors are a mystery to me.

The Book of Kells
It was amazing to see a film with such a design aesthetic! I loved its visuals and animation style. They threw me a bit at first: so much layering and texturing, and I have been conditioned to a certain visual style. The story seem a bit thin, and there was a very careful avoidance of what the Book of Kells probably was. I thought we were building up to a big finish, and then the credits rolled which caught me off-guard, but I'm the first to admit that I have a very narrow experience with differing narrative styles.
Those interested in or working in the animation industry should see this film.

Coraline
I'm not familiar with the book, so I couldn't say what's been changed or how that affected the overall story. I thought the design was fantastic and there was some amazing animation. In terms of the script, it felt as if the story lagged or paused in a couple of places. A couple of scenes I couldn't understand the reason for, but it didn't detract anything from the overall piece; just didn't ADD to it. At the start, I thought the character of Coraline was something of an irritating shit, but then, pre-teens/teens are like that. I know... I do recall being one. And for the life of me, I couldn't shake the niggling feeling of recognition when Wybie wasn't talking. It wasn't until after I realised: Angry Kid. I think it was the hair. When he wasn't speaking, it really was like a real life guy wearing a mask.
I saw this in 3D. A nice element, but nothing crucial. Another one to see and support. I'd be interested to see pre-production work on this.

Up
I always look forward to Pixar films. The only one I ever felt blase about was Cars, and even then I couldn't deny the utter skill and talent in design and animation evident in the final product. People spoke of being moved in Wall-E, moved to tears. MEN moved to tears, and we all know that brings the end of the world closer (/sarcasm). Yes, it was moving, but I think it was just a warm up for me. I blubbed in the first 15 minutes of Up. Yes, I have a streak of sentimentality but I usually try to crush it down. The ability to move a person to tears (and I wasn't the only one) within the first 15 minutes of a film alone needs a goddamn Oscar! And not an Oscar for animation (though that would surely be deserved). I'm talking an Oscar for a fucking good film.
Too often I see films where I know where the story's going. Half the time I had no idea where we were headed and I don't take this as a detrimental thing. I was looking forward to seeing where it was going.
Design, animation, technical achievement, script, music, voices... A+. Everyone should see this film.
The only thing that made me glum was the fact there was something in it that is very similar to something in my own animated series idea. True, I came up with it 10 years ago, but that won't stop people from thinking I stole it off Pixar. Oh well. I'm sure there was someone who came up with the idea before me as well.

Because It Was That Time Again

Sun, 06 Sep 2009 10:24:24 GMT

Clicky for biggy.

Another Marker

Thu, 27 Aug 2009 22:00:03 GMT

Another year where I have failed to do a picture for a birthday girl... a picture that's MASSIVELY overdue anyway. Really bad of me.
But happy birthday, Janet! I'll convince him to co-operate with your OC.

My Favourite Sound

Sun, 23 Aug 2009 22:30:25 GMT

Mmm, what's that sound? Could it be the Australian media sucking it up cos England won the Ashes?! I'd really like to shove the win in the face of the journo who said England don't deserve to win the Ashes. That might've been true, but Australia sure deserved to lose it.

Clouds Are A Pain

Sun, 23 Aug 2009 05:14:51 GMT

CTT time again. I got this. I did this: