Thursday, December 29, 2005

Constantly on the Verge of Tears

I sit in my in-laws office as I write this. The office has served as my makeshift bedroom for the past few nights. The reason why I'm in the office and not in the more private basement suite where I usualy stay while my pregnant wife slumbers upstairs unperturbed by my snorts and gurgles is because of the little fella that is now snorting and gurgling at my feet!

Megan's water broke at 11:00 pm Christmas Night. We were at the hospital by 2:30 am when we were informed her contractions were not as regular as we thought. We opted to stay in the hospital room instead of going home. After a top-notch performance by my lovely wife my son, Cade Anthony Reddick, was born at 6:30 in the morning on Dec. 27th. He has a full head of strawberry-blond hair that is easily formed into a faux hawk and I am told he looks a lot like me (handsome little bugger).

I've never been happier. If I could put into words how I feel about him I would be the world's greatest writer. I'd live in a castle on a hill with an army of Shar-Pei dogs. Cade has put heaven in a jar for me.

By all means, go to my wife's blog and see his pictures.

Best. Christmas. Ever.

Sunday, December 25, 2005

Another Small Update

Not too much to talk about.

I spent most of the day writing and watching Forrest Gump.

I'm on page 12 of the script for what will be my first stand-alone large format comic. It may end up being 1200 pages! I've never written a comic script like this before and I think I may inadvertantly be channeling Dostoevsky. It's almost as grim and miserable but I can only do so much. I'm not Russian.

Forrest Gump is a very good movie too. Better than I remember it. I have only seen it once before today: when it came out. I'm a little older and maybe it hit me a little differently but I really enjoyed it. Megan showed up for the last 10 minutes and wept. But she'll weep at McDonalds commercials even when she isn't pregnant so don't be alarmed.

Merry Christkwanzakkah to all and to all a good night.

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Small update

I haven't been blogging much lately but I haven't had much to say lately either.

I'm on the mainland for Christmas. Call me.

Other news: Go here to see preview pages of the fan-shmastic Whisperer story Dav and I are having published by the Vicious Circle Project.

I'm pretty sure that's the highest number of links I've ever put in one sentence.

Saturday, December 17, 2005

Silliness and the like!

It's going to be radio silence soon as my parents are visiting for the weekend and usurping the office for their sleeping needs so while I procrastinate over the writing that I won't be able to do for the next few days I thought I'd show you some of the stuff that people were looking for when they stumbled across my little blog:

-chalking bathrooms-I enjoy this one. I think they mean "caulking" bathrooms.
-How to dance for a Sockhop in your home right now-A very specific self-help tape.
-inside my jawline-I don't really know what to make of this...
-show me the meaning of thanks. This is like a Backstreet Boys song gone horribly, horribly wrong.
-tests to see if the guy you like is right for you-Boy they sure hit the nail on the head here. I'm like the online version of Cosmo!
-why do birds suddenly appear only when you are near-Just like me, they long to be closer to you.
-without sex films-Turn the internet off my friend.
-you without me-Only you.
-how can i talk to my boyfriend about having kids without scare him-Use better grammar.
-how do you find out if a boy likes you-Ask him if he'll help you dispose of a body. If he does, try and hold his hand afterwards.
-I know you want a lover, but let me tell you brother-I eagerly await this answer...
-"It rubs the lotion on its skin or it gets the hose again"-It sure does.
-jack nicholson peeing wolf-His real Native American name before breaking into acting. Life was hard for young Jack.
-midget clown molester-Is it weird that I have a small sense of pride at being found from this search keyword?
-narcissistic fibrosis-Someone finally searches for one of my band names instead of "unused band names"
-midget having sex-Go midget!
-des art sex-Hmmm...maybe if you pay well.
-como esta beetches-Buenos nalgas putos!

Back to work says I!

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

The End.

As the year's first snowfall hits, I am gripping my cup of coffee and pondering The End.

Don't be alarmed. This is neither a cry for help nor the first line of a new Timothy Findlay book. I'm talking about endings that I write. Lately I've written the first draft of a short story that was conceived from an image of the ending. I have also plotted a large format comic book down to the ending.

Those who know me well know that I get an idea and run it through like a bayonet until the end and sometimes it works out and others it does not. I'm finding that I'm changing.

I lied to you about the short story earlier. I didn't start with the image of the ending. I started with the idea of voyeurism as I looked out my window a few weeks ago when locking the place up for the night. I thought about what would happen if I saw something horrifying in my back yard. Something a neighbour had done or was about to do.

From there I got a title and then it was in the bag.

The comic book I plotted (of which I am scripting today) has an ending that falls flat to me. I've got two ideas for endings and neither of them are very "endingy" to me. I know that the ending fell flat because I forced myself to think about it causing my brain to seek one before it was ready to.

I am now going to try and strip my brain of that ending while writing the story and see what I come up with. Of course it will probably be the same ending which I will find much more poignant by the time I have finished. Sorry for writing in circles but you didn't really expect an answer did you?

On an entirely different note: you can take this Death by Caffeine quiz to figure out how many helpings of your favourite caffeinated drink it would take to kill you. 114.28 cups of coffee for me. I'm on cup #3. Let's see how far I can go...

Saturday, December 10, 2005

New Comics Day: About Damned Time!

Alright, so I got some comics last weekend and haven't posted yet but I've been a busy boy. Sue me.

And away we go!

Ultimate Secret #s 1-4-
I think I'm one of the few who downright really liked Ultimate Nightmare. Ultimate Secret wore on me, though. Here's why.

I bought Ultimate War (the Mark Millar/Chris Bachalo X-Men/Ultimates crossover from when the universe was young) and was treated to four issues of prologue to what was to be continued in the pages of Ultimate X-Men. Read: Ultimate X-Men wasn't selling like Ultimates so let's cross them over and lead them into the X-Men book. Lame.

Miniseries where nothing happens piss me off. Ultimate Nightmare was okay because a lot of action and some semblance of horror snuck in. I was okay with not being totally satisfied by the end. Ultimate Secret comes around and I'm getting a little bored. It's the second part of trilogy of miniseries being told in 13-14 issues when the whole thing could have been in 5. I know this.

Warren Ellis writes great dialogue with the new Mahr-Vell (whom I'm totally down with) but it gets lost in so much techno-jargon that I almost turned the pages only to look at the pretty art by Steve McNiven.

Until the third issue where McNiven is replaced by Tom Raney. Don't get me wrong, I like Raney. I really like Raney. I super-dig Ellis/Raney! But can't Marvel keep an artist on a book for longer than 2 issues?

I'm a little meh over the whole thing.

House of M-
Yeah, I only picked up the last 2 issues and the Decimation follow-up but I figured I'd read the whole series through at once to give it a fair shake (it was boring me at around issue 2). What a lame duck series this was. If Bendis actually made me care about any of the characters that he killed/depowered then maybe it might work.

He killed White Tiger, which I enjoyed. He killed Hawkeye, which I thought was a shame but still enjoyed. He brings Hawkeye back to life (sorta) and expects it to shock people when he's been dead for like 5 months. Now he depowers all of the mutants save 200 or so.

All those cool mutants Morrison and Quitely created in New X-men. Nope, no longer mutants.

I'll be putting this all on eBay very soon methinks.

Fell #3-
I consistently love Fell. It's rad. Super rad.

Ellis writes cops so well it makes me wonder why he keeps writing the same superhero story over and over (oh yeah, the money).

This issue breaks away from the 12 panel grid they've stuck to so diligently in previous issues. It still appears but it's a little freer in this one. A man tries to blow himself up in the store where the old lady who owns it provided the gun to the person who shot his brother. Detective Fell tries to talk him out of it. The characterization between Fell and the bomber is priceless:

"Hello. I'm a suicide bomber."
"I can see that."

It seems I'll be buying this book until it really starts to suck. At least until they tell the story of the nun with a gun!

Infinite Crisis #2-
I don't really know what to think of this book. I don't like Power Girl, Supergirl or any of that mess. I don't tend to enjoy the multi-earthed pre-Crisis DC either. It seems that is where they are floating to once again.

Johns' usually stellar dialogue fell flat on me this time. There were some nice moments, though. Joker killing the King of Spades being the high point.

It may have to be read as a whole.

All-Star Superman #1-
I'll premise this by saying that I haven't read a Superman comic since he died.

I loved this issue. It's a #1 so you have to retell the origin. The one page origin leading into the godlike iconic image of Supes was gold. Gold, I tells ya!

I loved the "God Superman" contrast against the bumbling Clark Kent like the olden days. I liked the moment with him and Lois and was a little surprised Morrison went there in the first issue but I won't question him.

Quitely's art looks sparkling even though he can't draw bald people (Lex Luthor) without making them look like Cassandra Nova. Even Xavier looked more like Cassandra and she was the clone of him! Weird.

I'm in for the ride on this one. It's how Superman should be. Way better than Frank Miller's "creepy uncle" take on Batman.

Teen Titans #s 27 and 28-
I'm not sure whether I am a completist or a glutton for punishment. I validated buying this because Gail Simone wrote it. She wrote on of my favourite miniseries of the year: Secret Six!

Alas, she succumbed to writing a two-issue fill-in arc for Liefeld to get the chance to draw Hawk, Dove and Kestrel again. Hawk & Dove was Liefeld's first pro work and he hasn't improved over 17 years! In fact his old stuff was better because it wasn't so overdrawn.

The writing is the saving grace? Nope. I could write these comics at 12. Seriously, I was writing this kind of comic story when I was twelve. Maybe if you're good I'll show them to you someday.

I'm going to go file these away and pretend I never bought them.

They Won't Stay Dead-
Next to All-Star Superman, this one is my fave of the week. It comes courtesy of Stacie over at Final Girl.

Ever read a silent comic? Okay, only few of you. For those who have, ever read a silent comic that was both cute, hilarious and left you with a sense of dread? Didn't think so. Okay, one or two. But I bet the ones you read didn't feature stick people! Stick people fending off stick zombies!

I loved it. You folks know of my zombie fetish but this one is refreshing. It pulls out all the earmarks of zombie films (mostly of Romero zombie films) but does it with a satiric and lighthearted angle that makes it sort of like the Shaun of the Dead comic featuring stick zombies. I really like typing "stick zombies."

The drawing is better than you think when you hear "stick zombies." I find horror comics a hard sell because the reader has too much control. With a movie you're along for the ride and all you can do is pause it and take a deep breath. Horror pacing in a movie is essential.

It gets lost in comics because it's damn near impossible to mimic that pacing. Where a comic can succeed is emotion. Stacie Ponder puts more emotion into a stick figure's face with 2 eyes, a brow and a mouth than Bryan Hitch or Greg Land can do sometimes with their hyper-realistic style.

Stacie! I eagerly await "They Still Won't Stay Dead" or "They Won't Stay Dead Again" or "I Know What You Did When You Weren't Staying Dead." In order for me to see a sequel you must all go to Stacie's blog, get her email contact and send her $1.50 (for you Yankees) and $2 (for you 'Nucks) via Paypal to get your own copy.

Whew! I'll be back over the next few days with movie stuff, story stuff and general monotony of my life.

In the meantime: go check out my comic eBay auction extravaganza!!!

Friday, December 09, 2005

Again, No Surprise.

Which John Cusack Are You?

I didn't even answer many questions with the "record shop" answer.

I was just thinking last night after watching Jack Black's cameo in "Melvin Goes to Dinner" that I need to see this movie again. Weird.

I stole this quiz from Portia who is the John Cusack I want to be.

I'll be back later with some comic stuff. Promise.

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Who Woulda Thunk it?

You scored as Thor.





























Which Norse God or Goddess are you most like?
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Back to work says I!

Saturday, December 03, 2005

Friggin' Lightweight!

God I must be getting old. I've gotten drunk twice in the last 2 months and they both ended very badly. Very, very badly. Let's just say I wouldn't want to be a toilet.

Onward and upward! Stacie at Final Girl went to the doctor for a headache and when they did a CAT scan they discovered the remnants of her twin sister's brain attached to her own brain. Meet her sister: Four Color Girl.

Friday, December 02, 2005

I'm on the mainland!

Back on the mainland for the weekend.

It snowed on the drive to the ferry. It snowed on the ferry trip. It's snowing on the mainland. I think the only place in Canada it isn't snowing is Port Alberni. Odd.

A few shout outs to some new additions to the Links section:

Rick, from the fine horror blog Dark, But Shining, has started a new blog called Stacks, Not Shelves. He's talking about music this month and we apparently have quite similar tastes. This is no surprise. His taste is impeccable. And apparently I'm his Ed McMahon so I feel compelled to say: "Huh Huh Huh Huh Huh!" Imagine a stupid chuckle there.

Rick's Dark, But Shining blogmate (that sounds so cute) Kevin just started his own as well called Supernaturally.

Go check those fellas out. They're fine folk.

Major beerfest tomorrow night so I may do a drunken blog. Or I may not. It might be a bad idea.

Thursday, December 01, 2005

Good God!

What a day I'm having! It's only 10 am and I have already experienced so many damn highs and lows that I may need a nap.

This morning I went to make some coffee and the fricking coffee machine breaks! It breaks! Just like that! It made wonderful, dark rich fine blend coffee yesterday morning but this morning-when I'm not working and could actually sit around and have a couple of cups-it farted out.

I am on my second store bought cup. Not the same.

That was a low. This next one is a high:

I may or may not have mentioned that one of my nemesises...nemissississes...nemeses is the local Wal-Mart greeter. I haven't had cause to bitch lately because I haven't actually gone there in a while. When we first moved here, and were still setting stuff up, I had to go there like 4 times a week. This was not conducive due to my hatred of retail giants* and every time I walked through that door he'd poke out from between the shelves and shout in a booming, gritty voice: "Welcome to Wal-Mart!!"

I made it my personal mission to evade him and his putting-stickers-on-the-bag-I'm-returning-when-the-returns-counter-is-only-six-feet-from-the-door ways. He is spry and deceptively quick for a limping, overweight octogenarian. I was never able to escape his soul-crushing salutation...until this morning!!!!

I was returning XMas decorations for Meg and walked through the front doors ready to sprint when I was greeted by an automatic Santa (only slightly less unnerving). I made it to the desk and was so happy I couldn't even answer the woman when she asked me if there was anything wrong with the stuff.

I turned around and smiled smugly as I passed the old man greeting the next zombie through the door.

*I'm not averse to big stores because they put the little guy out of business or anything like that. It's more because it is a zombie-fest of folks walking around not sure where to find everything, me included. It's just too damn confusing for me to be in a place that sells garden fertilizer, clothing and baby formula all under one roof!

Meg and I are disappearing back to the mainland for the weekend so blogging will be sparse.

Excuse me while I finish my coffee. I may even eat the cardboard cup.

I bid you adieu!