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Mix equal parts smart, sexy, funny, and sweet (with a dash of bossypants :P) and you get the most awesome gal I've ever met. I love you so much, Pasley. Happy birthday!

Good heavens

This is a deadpan, bluegrass (!) rendition of Beyonce's "Single Ladies (Put a Ring on It)." Yes, it's funny. And... Damn. It works. I especially like the bit where the guitar player pulls out a piece of paper.

Working till Christmas

Yay! I've got four weeks of Flash illustration work ahead of me, starting on Thursday. I wish it was more, but I'll certainly not pass up the opportunity, and it may lead to further contracts. Still applying for more permanent positions, but so far no bites.

We Used to Wait

I meant to link to this a while back, but it slipped my mind.

Check out this cool interactive video for "We Used to Wait" by Arcade Fire.

The video exploits several new features in Google Chrome (involving the orchestrated opening, closing, and placement of new windows) and won't really work in another browser. You'll need to install Google Chrome (at least temporarily) if you want to view the video.

NOTE: At the beginning, you will be asked for the address of the home where you grew up. This is NOT some sort of registration step, but I don't want to spoil it for you.

A masterpiece of compression

Seen today:


You know, you really shouldn't be able to fit that many grammatical errors onto one bumper sticker.

The Grave

To those fallen in war, no matter how courageously they fell. War is never at a lack for horrors.

The Grave

by Don McLean

The grave that they dug him had flowers
Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors
And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone
He’s gone

When the wars of our nation did beckon
A man barely twenty did answer the calling
Proud of the trust that he placed in our nation
He’s gone
But eternity knows him, and it knows what we’ve done

And the rain fell like pearls on the leaves of the flowers
Leaving brown, muddy clay where the earth had been dry
And deep in the trench he waited for hours
As he held to his rifle and prayed not to die

But the silence of night was shattered by fire
As guns and grenades blasted sharp through the air
And one after another his comrades were slaughtered
In a morgue of marines, alone standing there

He crouched ever lower, ever lower with fear
"They can’t let me die! They can’t let me die here!
I’ll cover myself with the mud and the earth.
I’ll cover myself! I know I’m not brave!
The earth! The earth! The earth is my grave."

The grave that they dug him had flowers
Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors,
And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone.
He’s gone.

In Defense of Steampunk

Following up on Charlie Stross' cranky, get-off-my-lawn rant (which I linked to a few days ago), Scott Westerfeld has a terrific post up in defense of steampunk.

Superman Lives!

Here's a link to a gallery of sculptures and costume designs for Tim Burton's (mercifully) aborted Superman Lives! film with Nicolas Cage. Have tissues handy. Your eyes might bleed a little.

Stalked by Daybreak on CBC (Part II)

The monthly Montreal Comic Jam was last night, and Pierre Landry from CBC's Daybreak program was on hand to do a profile of our group. He interviewed me and the Jam's current organizer, Rick Gagnon for a spot that aired this morning. Here's an mp3 of the spot. (It's about 3 min.)

(If I sound a little hoarse, it's because I'm still recovering from a severe dust allergy attack last week. If I sound like an idiot, I have no excuse.)

Stalked by Daybreak on CBC (Part I)

When we bought our pumpkins at the Atwater Market last Sunday, we were approached by Jesara Sinclair from CBC's Daybreak. She was interviewing families at the market for a little spot on Halloween preparations. She talked to Devon and Tallis, and they both ended up on the air early Monday morning. After the spot, the hosts even went on for a bit talking about Devon's interview. You can listen to the mp3 here. (It's about 3 min.)

(Note: When Tallis talks about a Tallis pumpkin, she means we bought a little pumpkin family. Hers is the Tallis pumpkin.)