I had to make a post about this. There’s no two ways about it. The single most jarring thing about moving in with a woman (I mean, a woman I’m dating after spending a few years on my own… not like my sister or my mom, like back in the day when I lived at home) is the bathroom. And it’s not like how it’s layed out or anything like that, I could care less… it’s just the sheer magnitude of potions, lotions, creams, smears, rubs and witches’ brews in contrast to my, like, 5 guy essentials (deodorant, toothpaste, contacts, cologne & shaving cream)
I mean, look at this:

That shit is black on top and then goes WHITE ON THE BOTTOM. and all it says is that it’s a “Youth Activating Concentrate“. I am not kidding. For fucks sake! Jen could be a working as a tertiary agent for Torchwood or somehow owed Hellboy a favor and is keeping this freaking thing in my bathroom. I know it. One day I’m going to be getting ready for work and some squad of scary looking dudes are going to pile in from the windows and throw me up against the wall and scream “where is the concentrate?!?!?” and I’m going to have to go “fuck, duuuude, I dunno! god, look at this apartment! does it look like I do anything other than make music and movies?! fuuuuck!”

That, or it’s just an anti-wrinkle cream that’s really freaky lookin’ and I don’t have anyone here to bounce my ideas off of and I end up with a wacky idea of post-war supernaturalism.

One of the two, I’m sure.

Man, the RIAA are really barking up the wrong tree, it would seem. Yes, mininova has gone legitimate but that doesn’t mean that this will affect download numbers between casual music listeners.
If you want to see CD or iTunes sales pick up, you have to take down P2P networks that the clear majority of music theives use, or at least their widely known clients such as Kazzaa, LimeWire, so on, so forth.
Why do I say that? well.. because bootlegging has become TOO easy, now. And it shouldn’t be. Finding rare, and unknown works from obscure artists should be a task that consumes more than a 10 minute index search and it should have an element of risk in it.
Once single moms and grandparents get on a specific file-sharing bandwagon, you know it’s time to move on to something new.

So I’ve  moved back into the city, this week. It’s been a long, long time since I had a place to live where the high-rises of downtown Vancouver were something I could look out over my balcony and marvel at. In fact, it was the apartment on Haro St with my Dad, would be the last time that happened.

I’ve since had a place in White Rock, and two in Burnaby and…  they never really felt quite, completely right. Granted, my bachelor pad I just moved out of was brilliant but that’s probably because I was truly self-sufficient and on my own for the first real time. No room-mates, no family, just me and myself and however I could make ends meet. I completely recommend just diving out on your own with no extensive plan or experience and just getting a small, cheap apartment and going at it by yourself for a while. Completely. The freedom, is delicious.

BUT, I’m back in the city and it’s about time I got down to work. You can expect to hear some singing from me and a friend of mine in the next few months, and you can expect the drum kit and electric guitar will most likely be left out of the equation. Once I get a new mic stand… since the one I have doesn’t hold the Nova quite right…

In any event, here’s a thing I did the other night, inspired by all of this. Hope you like it:

Untitled Idea  by  Dizavin