PIGEON ACTIVISTS?

Yup!BAHAHAHahahahhhhooooo boy...

Writing and drawing are getting done but I still need some breathing space from the computer. I have a fully drawn comic and scripts for the next two, so I should be catching up soon.

Tomorrow I'm going to check out this exhibit and if I'm allowed to take pictures than I shall.

There should be a way to use Photoshop without using your forearms.

Writin' writin' drawin' writin' switchin' the second update to "during the working week" (hey, it works for Templar - which I recommend by and by, though you'll want to start from the beginning) so I can afford things like being interviewed or attending the weekly scriptwriters meet that starts the week after next. Will it be full of chumps or champs? I guess I'll find out on the 23rd.

Meanwhile, check out this guy. A New Yorker who tries to live (along with his wife and child) at as close to zero ecological impact as possible. If this was in a field in the middle of nowhere it'd be kind of interesting, but in New York? Makes me wonder what I could pull off...and gets me thinking about affordable solar panels.

DOUBLE Meanwhile: Hello friends of Sara! The interview was good fun, even if I did ramble off on some of the worst diatribes. I'm still trying to remember how I got from talking about Facebook etc to coining the phrase "Schrodinger's Penis". At one point I was asked "Will this be blogged about?".

NOPE.

Of many coloured men and explosions

Tomorrow night I'm looking forward to what should be an interesting interview. Someone I recently met is coming by to film me as interview fodder for her documentary on Internet community websites and Internet identities in general. Considering what a raging cynic I've been about this until....well pretty much until I came to England and felt that I actually had a decent reason to start a blog, I think I should be able to provide some usable content. It almost goes without saying that I'm cleaning up my apartment, lest filthy bachelor ways be exposed to a viewing audience.

In my own film antics, about two weeks from now Myspace Man* will be free from his professional obligations and we're going to meet to plan out shooting schedules. Though he and I might try and do a one-day shoot thing for a warm-up before the post-apocalyptic short, I'm generally done when it comes to writing stuff in relation to working with him. So now I'm fondling the loose threads of some of my scripts to see which one I want to run with. A short is something I could shop around to another collaborator and thus get more of my stuff out "there" faster...but it's been over a year since I finished my last feature length script and I really want to take a hack at another, especially since I have a detailed treatment for one.

I've even been looking back past my script notebooks and into old Wordperfect files holding my high school short stories. Thanks to mum sending me a photocopy of it, I can even amuse myself by looking back to the very first story I ever "penned". The quotation marks are there because I dictated it to mum while at the age of five during my first March break. Maybe you'll find it precocious, maybe mundane but here she blows.
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The Wars of China and Canada End
Written and illustrated (Sadly the drawings didn't photocopy well at all) by Oliver Brackenbury
Age 5

It all started under the Earths crust. There was a savage war between China and Canada. The sun rose into outer space and so did the moon and it was all dark all around the world.
Then China created the monsters from the water mines under the Earths crust and they created the dark monsters from the darkness of the world.
Canada created two powerful, glowing pink men and then they created the sun men from the sun and they were burning all around themselves.
Then the wars went on. Many got killed and came alive again because they were creatures that never die. After awhile the battle ended. Then China and Canada shared their food. They learned how to be friends.

Then one day Canada sprayed chemicals on their plants to keep bugs away but Canada made a serious mistake. The chemicals created very bad pink men. Then China did the same thing and created bad purple men.
The bad creatures they had created had a war once more. The Earth exploded and people were floating around the galaxy from their dead world.
Then God created Earth once more with gases and other things. He said "Go back to your world and have no more wars - have Peace!"

But the Canadian people got mixed up and went to China accidentally and the Chinese went to Canada accidentally. They all tried to take places back to their own places but they had to save money for their tickets.
In the end they all got home to their own country.

The End

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I would have to say my favorite part is when everybody has to save up for their tickets. Truly this is a moral of fiscal responsibility. Oh and one thing I can tell from the photocopied drawings is that the Canadian monsters all had big teeth and must have been based on jelly finger puppets I used to have (Thanks, Internet!). The Chinese monsters seem to be basically bald humans who look very pleased with themselves. God is nowhere to be seen.

But then, isn't that always the way?

*For those of you recently tuning in, "Myspace Man" is my nom de plume for a fellow that I am collaborating on film projects with at the moment. Three guesses which ugly, poorly designed social networking website I met him on.

BREAKING NEWS: East European techno is, by and large, proven to kill baby birds and kind ideas

I have discovered this by being kept up most of the night by it. Thank you, pseudo-anonymous house party that the police finally busted up at five am.

Thus I have spent the day feeling rumbled, properly. But if I don't post a First World Problems comic then, by gum, I shall post something.

Meanwhile, here is an Ottawa/Oliver centric crossword that my friend Cathy sent over as part of a birthday gift a while back. I scanned it in before I did it and just now remembered that I had done so! This is a most factual account.
Addendum: Hey, if it's good enough for Chris Onstad then it's good enough for me.