Mr. Cellophane

In a location adjacent to a place in a city of some significance, what comes out of my head is plastered on the walls of this blog.

Friday, August 26, 2005

It feels good to win.

Not only is the first chapter of my new fanfic progressing nicely, but I am ascloseasthis to finishing the video I've been working on. In the weeks prior, the editing suite was being used for some workshop, making progress impossible. But now, I'm all caught up.

I assure you, it's gonna look so great.

Friday, August 12, 2005

Like finding a lost $20 bill in your pocket...

To get it out of the way, the title was taken from an online reviewer's summary of The Shadow. Great film, but not important at the moment.

A long time ago, I (as well as many others, I'm sure) watched "The Ren and Stimpy Show". I was fascinated by the humor, animation and (not-yet-tiresome) gross-out gags. The show is re-airing on NickToons, and something I've noticed now as I kind of did then: the stock music. Despite the original songs and presence of later animation composers Shawn Patterson ("Dave the Barbarian") and Charlie Brissette ("The Angry Beavers"), R&S used stock music quite extensively.

Thinking back, it could easily be considered the music of my childhood. I've heard it on a number of shows growing up: "Salute Your Shorts", "Rocko's Modern Life", "The Adventures of Pete & Pete", "The Kids in the Hall", "The Angry Beavers" and "Spongebob Squarepants". Presumably, library music is cheaper than hiring someone to create new stuff, but this music gave the programs a wonderfully weird ambience...something that each show had in spades when it came to the writing.

So, imagine my utter surprise when I find a website featuring clips of this fine nostalgic music. (The address escapes me at the moment.) It may be quite some time before I ever get my hands on this, but I'm something of an optimist. Plus, the fact that such CDs exist...my inner child could not be happier.

Sunday, August 07, 2005

The invisible woe, man.

Another dull Sunday at work. One of my co-workers instructs me to call the police. Apparently, a drunk man and a mentally disturbed woman (who comes in quite often and never shops, let alone says much) got into a heated argument. (Sidebar: It's incredible how people could tell the difference; a lot of people that come in seem to be drunk and/or mentally disturbed.) I make the call and wait...and wait...and wait. That was about two hours ago. I'm not sure if they ever got there. I couldn't help but wonder, 'What if someone had gotten fatally injured or killed and the cops were just sitting on their hands?' I maintain that if anyone else made the call, help would've arrived and the situation would've been handled in nothing flat. I get the sense that, well, people don't care about what I'm saying, even when it's slightly important.

I really hope that things turn around for me and soon. I'd hate to have to go Sebastian Caine on people. On the other hand (since I know people don't read this blog, anyway), I have no compunction about saying that when push comes to shove, no one will be spared. No...one.