Pacificapocalypse

Married, a month later it’s Thanksgiving, found a house we like (and can afford!) bought said house, packing, moving, and we get the keys on Christmas Eve.

So yeah… it’s been busy.

Going to have to rename the site. Merry Christmas everyone.

Put up a page of the Best.Day.Ever.

Cheers!

Exploding Head Syndrome; it’s real, look it up.
Not as sexy as it sounds; there *no* actual exploding heads, just a bit of an auditory misfire, probably caused by stress and/or fatigue. Which brings me to the point, stress.

The wedding is less than two months away. Invites are out, her dress and my suit are coming along. Caterer is all set, cake is booked. But still….

Layoffs announced again at the Chronic. My position is secure, but what if the whole company goes under? Possible, not probable, but who really know?
To add the final cherry to this heart burn inducing Sundae, we’ve been house hunting; found one we can afford (oh yeah it’s definitely a fixer upper, but we have no problem at all with ’sweat equity’) now we’re on tenterhooks while the financial people and the bank people and lords know who else people crunch the numbers and decide if we’re worthy of owning a house.

So I guess my question is… crying/screaming uncontrollably or fetal up and deny the universe exists?

How about neither? Just suck it up and see what happens?

Yeah, I’m going with that one. Fingers crossed.

Shamelessly stolen from Boing Boing.

Carla and I had a nice time at the 2009 San Francisco Zine Fest on Sunday. This week and next, I’m sharing some of the photos I took of the zinesters who came to sell their comics and zines. I’ll post a new photo each day.

This is Doctor Popular, a professional yo-yoist and cartoonist. I bought a couple of “24-hour” comic books from him, which are 24-page comic books that were created in 24 consecutive hours. My favorite is Robots Don’t Know Anything about Twitter. Doc Pop made the comic by tweeting “Robots don’t know anything about…” and used the answers that his friends tweeted back as the panels for the comic. Fun!

I don’t know if he sold out of the print version of Robots Don’t Know Anything about Twitter, as it had a print run of 100 copies (each cover was hand colored!), but he is giving it away as a free PDF. What a swell guy that Doc is.

Handsome mother fucker.

Via Boing Boing

You know that thing where you technically have a weekend, but you pack so much into it, it flys by and you blink and it’s over?
Yeah me too.
Last Friday night was Spamalot at the Golden Gate Theater which was hilarious; I mean come on JOHN O’HURLEY! Dude’s funny and I forgive him for Seinfeld which I loathe. Not a exactly a straight stage production of ‘The Holy Grail‘ but a good mix of the more popular Python skits and I was grateful that they didn’t try to have actors try and portray any of the actual Python cast.  So yeah, if you’re a fan of MP, you should go. Oh and court got some really cool Killer Rabbit slippers.
Ok so that was Friday night, didn’t get back home until midnight, then have to be up at 0600 Saturday morning because….

River Arts Festival!

In Sacramento no less. We picked up Kelé and hustled up to Sac. Set up the table and then I got to play photographer amongst the various homemade… crap. Hey no offense but most of it was garage sale quality. Court hawked her custom hula-hoops and Kelé had a bunch of knit stuff that was pretty cool, and there were one or two other vendors with neat stuff (Roger the depressed carved wooden spoon man being one) but mostly it was just okay.

Court sold I think eight hoops, which is cool (I think her demoing one in the aisle every once in a while really helped sales; that’s called marketing children) and more than paid for the material to make them, so yeah, this whole custom hoop thing may be a viable money maker… especially when a vendor is charging $60.00 for the exact same thing at…

Makers Faire 2009

Which we got up, again, at 0 dark 30 for. Court and Kelé were volunteering at the Bizarre Bazaar so we got there way early, which turned out to be a very good thing ’cause the place filled up quicky and we were able to score a pretty close parking spot. Too many cool things going on to go into in detail; suffice to say that crew from The Crucible were wicked cool as was Cyclecide.
I have a full photoset that I’ll get up later today. The Crucible had their E.R.V (Educational Response Vehicle) on scene; a converted 1960’s firetruck… no seriously, a real firetruck. Like Bradbury’s Firemen from Fahrenheit 451; a truck that shoots fire. Loud as hell; it set off car alarms for Christ’s sakes. So cool.

Random recent picture of me and Court in her studio.

Picked up Doc and Melissa afterwook last night and headed over to The Alembic in the Haight. Dodged the scruffy gutter punks with their obligatory dogs and found a table in the back. Court was bummed; they didn’t have the bacon Cracker Jacks on the menu (so sad; ok so you’ve had honey baked ham and maple cured bacon right? So you know that pork has a great affinity for the salty caramel/molasses family of sweets? Well the bacon Cracker Jacks are like a million times that – all flavor and mouth texture. Fan fucking tastic – so much so that we’re putting it on the wedding menu.) But they did have pickeled quail eggs and a few other things that were new (oh man Kobe beef tongue sliders and baked bone marrow with garlic confit and caper gremolata – food nerd, I know) Drinking and eating lip smacky noises commenced. Doc’s keeping busy and it sound like he has a new gig lined up in mobile platform game development. Ended up staying out later than I wanted, but it was good to catch up and they do make a mean Old Fashioned. Oh and Doc has agreed to stand up as my Best Man for the wedding, so that’s cool.

Heh.
Doc Pop finds the Euros make with the funny.

Watched Léon the Professional again this weekend. Such a great film.

Busy! I need another full day around the house. Saturday started early and completely disassembled my old office desk and hauled the pieces down to the driveway. Need to call Claude the JunkMan to come pick them up. Put together my new desk and chair. So cool. Now I just need to find homes for everything; files, printer paper, knicks, knacks and paddywhacks. Still have to hook up the printer and finish up with the PC and external drives. *sigh* yeah one more day would do it.

Sunday Court and I went to go see my Mom. Stayed for a couple of hours just hanging out.
Sounds pleasant and innocuous, but this is a pretty significant milestone; Mom had never met Court before and we (Court and I) thought that it’s time Mom faced up to facts. It’s been two years, everyone else has moved on, now it’s time for Mom to start. It was a little awkward, but not overly so. I had to explain to Court that, sometimes, that’s just how Mom is. But it was good, and now that Mom has met Court and talked to her, perhaps, she’ll be able to finally understand that life goes on and that the past is a different country.

Anyway, Court’s side of the office/studio space is pretty much completed. As soon as we’re finally through I’ll post some pictures. It looks brilliant and she’s very happy with all the work we did.

Ok, Monday morning, let’s do this thing.

We Watch Movies: Hellboy II: The Golden Army
Amazing, Del Toro has created an astounding universe for Hellboy, which we sort of saw in the first film, but in The Golden Army you get thrown in the deep end like a medieval witch trial. A little back story, in a flashback to 1955, as told by Prof. Broom to an adolescent Hellboy (whom is convinced that Howdy Doody is a real boy)  and we’re set to go.
Favorite scene; the Troll Market. Damn, it’s like every extra creature from Labyrinth and Dark Crystal that didn’t make the final cut is in there.  We plan on seeing it again just to check out all the details and goings on in the background. Creature effects for days.
And Doug Jones is still the most amazing actor who’s face you’ve never seen.
Can you believe that Ron Perlman is 58? Selma Blair is a lot more fleshed out as a character this time around, not so much the shrinking violet from the first film; more confident. That’s hot. Go rent Feast of Love and Storytelling;  she’s *totally* naked in them.

The Wii Fit - I predict a headline from the future: Nintendo Saves an Obese America.
This thing is so cool that it sizzles. I was a little skeptical at first ( silly me, I should have know better – I’m a huge Wii fanboy and should keep the Mario Faith ) but we were able to score one at Game Crazy in San Bruno ( kudos to those guys, best customer service ever. Game Stop; you SUCK!) and Court set it up yesterday. If you have a pulse and/or an internet of your own, I’ll go ahead and skip the details. You know what it is and what it does. But I had no idea how well it does what it does.  Talk about unintended consequences; I broke a sweat with the original Wii Sports games, but the Fit just might make me even more sexy than I already am. Side note: the Fit may increase Court’s sex appeal but we have to be careful – she’s already hot – increasing her attractiveness factor could be dangerous – we don’t want the universe collapsing into a sexy singularity.
Wii Girl ain’t got nothing on my baby. But she’s indicated that if I post the video of her doing the hula hoop exercise that I took last night… I will regret it. We’ll see. I have powerful means of persuasion.
Oh and my Wii Fitness Age: 35! Suck it entropy!

Nerd girls are hot. They come in many flavors. Court is a comic nerd, science, art and lit geek.
And then there’s Becky.
Rebecca is a math and physics nerd of the first water. I’m pretty sure she’ll be famous someday for solving some unsolvable equation, discovering a new GUT or she’ll disappear in a lab experiment gone awry and then return with super powers. Something like that.
Anyway, she has a fascination with the number five and already has geek ink to prove it.
Her latest:

Dude, you had a Turing machine inked on you.
That’s so geek I can’t even begin to approach it.
Talk about MIT street cred.
You win one (1) internet.