JoNO's Juicy Blog-Job

2010-01-14T18:24:00.013-05:00

My transaction failed to go through and the prompt referred me to the nearest branch. I knew something is up.

When Bruce the teller handed me a list of recent transaction to verify, I glanced at it from top to bottom. It reminded me of those looong shopping lists you see on TV that could almost touch your knees. Blah! Blah Blah! Ikea! Good! Staples! checked! WHOA! What the fuck is this? $500?! There were two of these withdraws from the Green Machine on the receipt. Ones that were made while I was at work. Bruce then explained to me that I was the lucky winner of a debit card fraud.

Whoa! whoa! whoa! This has never happened to me in my life. What an honour! These tech-savvy thieves think I am rich!

I called up the loss prevention department and played 20 questions with them to verify I am the man I say i am (Dare da tomotte yagaru??). Then, this voice on the receiver assured me my case would be submitted to their Security and investigation team, and if everything checks out, they would reimburse me in a week's time.

I hope so since going from a meager withdrawal of $80/week to a $500/day rampage is a little out of character for me (even for a Con)!

There is one thing that's bothering me though. The money has gone missing ON payday and the day after that. Isn't the timing awfully spot on? They could have easily hit me before payday...It's as though they knew when and exactly how much...and there are only two places that know about my pay period. The bank and the company I work for...

REVIEW: Year of the OX

2010-01-07T20:30:00.018-05:00

JUNE – I reviewed my VISA statement with utter clarity one day and thought to myself, Shit! I might have to declare bankruptcy for real. I’m in way over my head…

Well, I’m jumping ahead. My year of trials and tribulation began in January, where I attended a Trump wealth building seminar. I so desperately wanted to be rich. I wanted to live in my own condo, own my own businesses and vacation whenever and wherever I wanted. So, it seemed ridiculously rational that I should give this Trump thing a go, no?

I was so moved by the success stories they spun at the freebie seminar that I signed up for a weekend course that cost as much as a MacBook. I had made some questionable choices living on this planet, for instance, um…destroying friendships by gunning after someone else’s girlfriend and watching 2 Girls 1 Cup over and over again to discern what’s real and what’s fake? This time, however, I managed to top my own record. I got suckered into these things two more times and with nothing to show for it…

LATE APRIL – A couple of convicted charges from 2007 caught up to me. A speeding ticket and a count of driving without a license had booted me out of my existing car insurance. Luckily, my insurance broker found someone who would cover me for a fee. It’s only over $290… Supposedly, these things stay in your record for 3 years, so I should be free by May or June-ish this year.

MAY/ JUNE – Where do I begin? The awkward run-ins with some wonderful friends at Anime North or the part where I turned my back on them in late 2008?
After much deep reflection, it all boiled down to a lack of integrity with me. I didn’t have the balls to tell these friends I was dating this girl in 2008. I was so ashamed of my action (or rather Inaction) that I dared not face them. I left them in the dark and ran so far away, wishing I would never cross paths with them again. I couldn’t be more wrong…
When I finally saw them again at Anime North this year, I couldn’t bring myself to look them in the eye. How could I? I broke their hearts. All because I didn’t have the wisdom to own what’s true for me and didn’t have the courage to express it.
The truth is I love them and I wasn’t brave enough to communicate that to each and every one of them or my girlfriend. Well, Ex-girlfriend now. I broke her heart too…but that's a different story.

Take it from a fellow bridge-burner! Fear and Cowardice make terrific kindling!

AUG/SEPT – Began training in Acting and re-embracing my comedic improve roots. Later I learned that I would much rather hone my skills in acting instead, since I have no problem making stuff up as I go along. Acting seemed more challenging; its concept is easy to grasp but putting it to practise is difficult…for me anyway. Who knows? I might return for another foundation course this year. Late September, I started studying Buddhism.

OCT – Two friends from the cosplay community got hitched. As a fly on the wall for so long, I never thought two conventioneers could actually meet and fall in love with each other. It’s beautiful and certainly inspires hope for us all. I was fortunate enough to bare witness of this momumental day. I was the camera guy and the priceless footage that contains a sliver of eternity did not survive the transfer to my friend’s laptop. HE lost it all...ANYWAY, marriage is no small feat especially of the cosplay variety. To me this is like going back in time in the Tardis to meet Leonardo Da Vinci and tell him, “You’re not crazy, sir! You’re brilliant! Now how much do you charge for a sketch?”

EARLY NOV – Fully converted to a vegetarian and continued to study and practice Buddhism.

Also got a chance to experience the warmth and joy of a big family. It was strange for me since I haven’t had that since I was a child. I’m ashamed to admit that I felt uncomfortable in that blissful atmosphere. While I was surrounded by his relatives in the house, the same questions surfaced in my mind over and over again as I looked on, “Would my life turn out differently had I been brought up by these people? Would I be more socially savvy like him?” The dynamic of that night was very Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent for me. Even so, their welcoming me as part of the family had touched me deeply; I felt a spark of loving friendliness in my heart.

Would a Vegetarian-Zombie feast on humans?

2009-11-22T23:06:00.003-05:00

I would imagine said zombie would shove the fleshling aside and sink his teeth into the tree behind him/her. Oh! It's the end of the world for tree-huggers!

Having said that, I have successfully gone meat-less in my diet for 1 and a half weeks thus far. Only side effect is that I get hungry easier and faster after every meal, usually within 3 hours. I can deal. It only means I need to eat more at each meal.

However, it's not until I initiated this conversion to vegetarian-ism, that I realize how difficult it is to hunt down a single meal without meat in it. Everywhere I go, I'm surrounded by flesh (excluding females in low-cut tops). Part of my practise in Buddhism is to end suffering and to cherish life, so killing of anything is verboten. It's very 'Vash the Stampede' like which I dig!

Now my goal is to go veggie for 30 days, so this change of lifestyle can be successfully locked-in. Man! I am hungry again...

Acting is?

2009-11-06T21:46:00.009-05:00

I am still not entirely sure what that means, but I did it in front of the whole class. It felt effortless. Although I didn’t have the whole monologue memorized, but for the half of it I did, it felt very natural. Didn’t seem like I did any “acting” at all.

Monday night. Upon setting foot in class, I had but one objective in mind – to maintain a high level of nervousness! So when the time came for me to show my instructor my “homework”, I would have already embodied the very emotion and energy required in the text and my performance would come across as genuine or convincing.

I stood in front of the whole class and went “method” on my monologue. Right off the bat, I noticed my body, more specifically, my hands were doing things that wasn't included in my visualization of the character. Still, I continued to stumble my words. "Acting" nervous and uncomfortable. The more I talked the more excited my hands got! It was this moment the left side of my brain tried to make the rest of my body match the preconceived image of my character. So I tried to suppress my movements. The experience is comparable to taking a bra off with your teeth but you wind up hurting the girl! Awkward!

Having sat through my embarrassing "act", Tom the instructor roasted me in front of everybody. He did warn us that if he caught anybody "acting" he would slap them! Tom pressed me for specific answers that would give me a clear character objective in the scene. I gotta tell ya. His method of coaching is part interrogation and part humiliation. I felt so uncomfortable. Then again, if I can’t even stomach this kinda criticism, how could I ever stand to face any auditions and shit?

I understand this is all part of my learning process, and unfortunately, I learn best from my failures…This no pain no gain thing is very taxing sometimes.

After Tom had accomplished his objective on beating my character’s objective into my fragile mind, he told me to do my monologue again. With that, I entered the class room once more and started moving my lips. The text naturally poured out like they were mine. It was me up there saying those words. No character. No method acting. Just me talking as myself. I had no conscious control over my body and limbs. I didn’t plan how I should enter the room or move my body. I simply let go and watched the whole thing unfold before my eyes. The whole process felt organic. I didn’t even have time to ‘think’ about my lines. The words just came out. It was quite magical!

In the end, Tom was thrilled with my performance and gave his seal of approval. I candidly responded with, “But I didn’t DO anything up there! I was just talking!!”

Even now I am still puzzled by what I did with my non-acting on Monday night.

2009-11-04T21:51:00.003-05:00

I have finally watched this movie and it did a pretty good job keeping me awake til 2 a.m. Thankfully, when I finally did sleep! I didn't have any nightmares.
After this movie ended, Megster, Mandy and I ducked into the adjacent theatre and watched "This is it", so that might have softened the blow for me or else i would be up all night....

I do have more to say about the movie but I am too tired to write out a lengthy commentary. Maybe I'll add to this post tomorrow.

Robot Improviser or Roproviser?

2009-10-29T12:35:00.007-04:00

Tuesday night marked the end of the Level 100 Improv class with Bad Dog Theatre. It was a very emotional evening for us all. Really! We went over the subject of emotion in class and played a variety of games that required us to take on various emotions within a short scene. It was a challenge for me. I got nervous.

It was that same nervousness that creeps into my head whenever I am put on the spot on a foreign subject. I simply didn’t know how to act out certain emotions to their fullest. I was quite stiff. Perhaps my ego was more concerned with how funny my classmates were and trapped myself in a perpetual loop of critical thinking:

“When the time came, will I be as funny as these people?”

Always the same question but never an answer. Having said that, I did notice I got positive reactions from the rest of the class, whenever I focused my attention on the scene and actually listened to my fellow improvisers on stage. Granted, 'positive' doesn’t always mean funny but it’s a favourable beginning. The positive energy projected from the audience is enough to get me to my next confidence boost on stage.

At the end of the night, Shannon jokingly asked me, “Why can’t you show more feelings?” or something to that effect. What a great question?! It really got me thinking. I had been holding back a bit(Bullshit! A lot!). When we were playing the “Emotional scale” game where 1 being neutral and 10 being the peak of a particular emotion. My 10 always seemed to fall flat. It felt more like a 5 or 6 at best. Am I emotionally devoid like some sort of war-hardened veteran? Or was I simply holding back out of self-consciousness?

I really don’t have a good excuse for my emotionally-challenged portrayal. I'm sure my Ego got in the way, so desperately holding on to my idea of 'self' and refused to let go and give rise to my emotions. Well, it's either that or I don't get the label that attaches to each emotion. For instance, how do you act out 'Paranoia' to the max? Well, maybe you can and don't fucking tell me! Neutral scenes I can do with ease because I am simply being the fun me. Cracking wise and all. But the moment an emotion was introduced in a game, I felt uncomfortable (maybe it's a macho thing?).

I know I can emote better than that famous robot actor - “Caculon”! I have caught myself experiencing different stages of anger, depression, fear, joy and LUST in real life before! The biggest challenge for me in that class was having the moxy to put these emotions under a microscope and blow them up in front of an audience. And my emotional response for that was – fearful!
Oh! So I did emote in class after all. haha

Dr. Who A.D.

2009-10-29T11:05:00.004-04:00

Check out these on-set photos from the new Dr. Who A.D. (After David) series and her new leggy companion, Reddy McLeggy! Well, no! her real name is Karen Gillan. obviously, this is the post-regeneration Doctor being chased by an unusually appealing authoritative figure! You have about a one in a million chance to come across one in real life. Good Luck, Boys!

Supposedly, this Scottish lass had been in the "Fire of Pompeii" episode as one of those soothsayer chicks with eyes tatooed on the back of their hands.

I feel Sad

2009-09-03T20:06:00.007-04:00

Though, on the surface, I have no reason to be. I have no idea what's going on with my mind (or my life) lately. I always feel like there's something else I should be doing! Something bigger and whatever I'm doing right now in my life just doesn't jive with my purpose in life.

My heart feels empty.

Sometimes I wonder if it's even there at all? I am terrified!
A heart without passion is akin to a broken compass that won't guide you to your destination. I feel as though I am not living my full potential because of it. With each mundane day, I throw on this hollow shell to greet the world. And I have been for the past 5 years. Only now I have become more and more aware of this state of lethargy in my life and it is insufferable.

There isn't enough conventions, video games or any kind of self-medicating could assuage my pain. I don't want to render it numb anymore! I have to face this! I need this pain to push me to the next chapter in life. Something that involves a purpose or direction would be nice. Thank you very much.

My Pinky-Toe Story

2009-08-31T20:56:00.012-04:00

Upon returning home today from the FanExpo weekend (I will share my thought on that in another post), my pinky toe had a untimely collision with the door frame of my bedroom. It stung like a motherfucker but it's not the first time I've kicked a door frame, so I paid it no mind. With a mild stinging sensation on my left pinky toe, I continued to my washroom to pee. With bladder emptied, I decided it'd be a good time to take off my socks. I was poised to pull the left sock off, but then i felt something wet.

Weird! I don't think I peed on myself. My aim is worthy of a dead-eye shooter of the Western era. If there were a pissing-duel, I'm certain I would hit my challenger in the eye before he could unzip.

So I brought my fingers into focus and found 'red stuff' on them. That's when the profound moment hit me; my pinky toe is either dead or mortally wounded. Let's end the suspense right here and pull off the damn sock, shall we?
It's indeed covering in the 'red stuff' and my toe nail had split in half. once I stopped the bleeding I realized half of it was flapping at the breeze, only joined at the cuticle, so I took it off. The best way I could describe my pinky toe's current condition is as follow-- Do you know how Harvey Dent looked when we found him in the hospital in 'Dark knight'? kinda like that!

so there's probably a good chance my pinky-toe will harbour this grudge over what I did to it until it goes mad and exact its revenge on me in the near future.

You MANIACS!!!! You Blew it Up!!

2009-08-26T18:43:00.006-04:00

When you look at the inside of the PS3 SLIM it is very anti-climatic. The magic that once promises superb HD graphics and enriched gaming experience is ALL GONE!!
Wait-Wh-WHAT? Price dropped to $299?
Time to rekindle my passion with the PS3 ALL NIGHT LONG!

Post - 'Alchemist' rushed post

2009-08-17T19:25:00.012-04:00

When you really want something the Universe will move out of your way and help you achieve it! I have recently finished reading The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho. It’s an epic tale of love, courage and spiritual enlightenment that fucking blew my mind!

The story is about a dude named Santiago who loved to go about his mundane life as a Shepard, who had grown quite fond of his sheeps (Not like that you sick fuck!). Never questioning whether he made the right career choice. He’s just a dude who loved to travel and this career path happens to tailor to people like him. It’s not that he didn’t want to aim high! It’s just that the story took place before the advent of aerial transportation, or else he would take up a job as a pilot and all his trials and tribulations would be much much shorter and trivial.

It just wouldn’t be an international bestselling phenomenon.

I don’t want to give too much away, but ultimately this boy had a dream. Literally, a recurring dream that had shown him images of buried treasure at the foot of the pyramids. This dream was his ultimate call-to-action, akin to Luke Skywalker and how he blew up the Death Star. But I digress.

The point of the story is dreams do come true, however it comes with a caveat, that in order to fulfil this dream. One must take that very scary first step of deciding to give up his or her personal illusion of safety, like a crappy job, and willing to face a barrage of obstacles and set-backs before earning one’s dream in life.

One thing I took away from the story is that as long as you are willing to put yourself out there, risking that mundane repetitive life to really LIVE your dream, you will definitely meet defeat, you will learn, you will grow and you will be abundantly rewarded.

It’s fucked up how this shit works but this book made a believer out of me. It makes it ok for me to fail sometimes and to expect certain setbacks in life or in any endeavours. This is very endearing to me.

I am so fucking inspired by Santiago that I want to model my life on his epic journey and live out my dream and find my treasure!

2009-08-04T20:25:00.006-04:00

If you get the reference, and you know me, then you know it’s far from the truth. However, I did see Dr. Horrible’s Sing-along-blog over the weekend. This shit is brilliant!!I'm surprised I didn't watch this sooner!! Joss Whedon continues to dazzle the audience with his wit in this web-based musical.*

Upon finishing the dvd, I felt the urge to sing. Somehow these catchy show tunes have restored the music in my heart and drawn out that innate musical-gayness (not that there’s anything wrong with that); Musical loves everybody whether they are gay or straight! Horrible makes me want to revisit Whedon’s body of work, including Toy Story! That’s right! He contributed to the screenplay but not too many people know about that.

With his writing chops, BBC should totally hire this scribe for an episode of Dr. Who—with or without the musical! When you look at it from a business perspective, it makes absolute sense since this show has a massive following from the gay community in the UK.

*Classic tale of Good vs Evil; nerdy protagonist vs jocky superhero! The story is told from the perspective of the lovable semi-villain and his struggle to rise up and become a real villain -- Whedon style!

Pimp My Desktop!!

2009-07-27T22:19:00.004-04:00

Inspired by this littler article on Lifehacker.com:
http://lifehacker.com/5311870/the-evolutionary-odyssey-desktop

Journey to the Centre of JoNO

2009-07-20T09:40:00.002-04:00

“Shit! I swear I’ll come back for you someday! I SWEAR IT!!”

With my gaze still affixed on the prize; a silent promise was made. I had decided to return to this very same game shop when I have the means to purchase Fatal Frame III.

A week later, I had honoured my commitment to that decision but it wasn’t as easy as I’d thought. Then again, nothing worthwhile ever did come easy. The hobbits had a helluva time carrying that ring to Mount Doom Their epic journey was filled with obstacles. Had they passed by a pawn shop en route to destroying the cursed item, the movie would be a lot shorter. The temptation to sell that fucking ring and to take a fantastic voyage into the lucrative business of selling sneakers to their people would be too great! But that's a story for another time.

The point is having a clear goal and commit to it with moxie in the face of adversity.

Saturday 5:08 p.m.

Megan accompanied me on my foolish quest to securing a copy of one of the most elusive games in the market. I’d tried many EB in the city but none had one. Alright! Good thing I found one in a non-EB! A copy that beckoned me with the sheen on its cheap shrink-wrap, mounted high on the wall behind the counter; kinda like that freaky looking Fertility Idol in the beginning of Raiders of the Lost Ark!

We arrived at the corner of Yonge and Bloor by about ten to six. Not the best timing ever but I’m determined that we’d make it before 6pm. That's when the store closes. We hauled ass down Yonge and made a hard right toward the shopping centre where the gaming emporium is nestled, but someone had already beaten us to it.

The super of the building was just locking up and refused to let anyone in. I couldn't believe this shit! Although, I was cock-blocked but I wasn’t beaten.

If I know my Metal Gear Solid as well as I should, then I know there’s always a 2^nd entry point. I raced to the other entrance with Megan in tow and smashed into another brick wall. The doors had already been locked! Cock-blocked by the gatekeeper again! Is this it? I’ve tried so hard and get so far in the end it doesn’t even matter?

I was crestfallen and felt responsible for dragging the Megster down here for a fucking PS2 game! Why couldn’t I have just settled for a used-game of the same genre somewhere else? Something to tie me over until I have forgotten all about this little obsession. That’s how it’s always been anyway! It’s nothing more than just a passing fancy! Can you believe all that swam through my head within two seconds?

I was seriously considering to buy Condemned 2: BloodShot instead, but I couldn't, even when it had a very attactive price tag. Time and time again, I would settle for much less because it is the path of less resistance, as such I had learned to cower away from the first sight of challenge instead of mastering it.

Well, I refuse to live this way anymore. I could not abandon my commitment and effectively rendered a real promise to myself worthless. It would defeat the purpose of this exercise. So I made another decision right there and then. I am entering this building especially since I know the shop is still open! In that very same moment, I remembered zipping by a photo-lab that’s connected to the complex on the adjacent street. Hope had once again been restored to my body, like when Superman recharged himself with our Sun after being shanked by Lex Luthor with a piece of Krpytonite. I picked myself up and resumed my quest for PS2 GOLD!!

The sheer elation I felt dashing toward the photo lab is comparable to attending the San Diego Comic Con and running into Mark Hamill. Megan and I joined hands and artfully ducked into the photo-lab and successfully infiltrated the building without being noticed. I’m happy to report that I managed to keep my word buuuut lack the courage to play this fucking game in the dark....

The Amazing Glass Splitter!

2009-07-12T17:40:00.015-04:00

As the title would suggest, a glass was indeed split down the middle at a family restaurant. Is it the works of mischievous ectoplasmic entities? telekinesis or just a cheap dollar-store drinking glass?

On Friday night, I decided to treat Megan to a lavish meal at a Swiss Chalet. At the locale, Meganetta and I enraptured ourselves in our own little world reminiscing about a few things and sharing a few laughs. Our waiter arrived with our drinks. I held my bottle of lemonade horizontally above eye level and began filling my glass from a high attitude. Don't ask why? It seemed like a good idea at the time!

The glass was about half full at this point (See! I can be an optimist!) so I put the bottle down. At this point, I was spacing out for a second, probably lack of sleep or something, then I felt something cold dripping into my lap. That's odd I thought. I looked up and what came into focus before me was a very bizarre image. My drinking glass had split up and moved away from each other.

In lieu of the wet lap, I did not face this phenomenon with frustration or embarrassment, but embraced it with bright-eyed curiosity! How could this division take place? Mitosis? I turned to Megan immediately, "How did it happen? did you see it??" She didn't but it certainly made her night though.

Later, our wise waiter offered his theory on the cause, but I ain't gonna bore you with the details. It's more fun not knowing sometimes. If only my splitting powers would work on dinner checks too... ;)

Could This Be the Change I've Been Looking For?

2009-07-05T18:27:00.012-04:00

Got a job interview on Monday for a sales/ marketing position. What's great about this is, the interview is only 5 minutes from my house. So I decided to do some homework and study as much as I could about the company. Know your enemey, right? I figured this would gain me that competitive edge especially when I do not own anything low-cut!
But the more time I spent on their site the more I'm like,"This place is awesome! Just the kinda challenge I'm looking for to expand my horizon, but I don't think this sales department is down the street from me anymore!"

Girls Are Made of Sugar And Spice and...Geometric Shapes?

2009-06-29T21:20:00.014-04:00

Lately, I've discovered that "Inspiration" is a source of renewable energy that fuels my creative passion, but it has to be constant or else that passion could burn out.

Earlier I was on Deviant Art looking for my next 'hit' before engaging in a bout of figure drawing. I stumbled upon this cute tutorial that had made my life a helluva lot simpler. Hitherto, I've been guilty of drawing the contour of the body first in any given study, i mean, C'mon! Who could resist those dangerous curves? (Hi Megra!!). However, there is another method to capture a gesture of the body via reducing it to its raw geometric shapes.

Basically, I have to adopt a new way of thinking, like when Neo first learned about the Matrix!!
I need to look past the flesh and see the source code....and here's the fruit of my labour:

Crotch Beating

2009-06-27T17:42:00.013-04:00

Knowing the very object of affection is about to slip through your fingers is a sickening feeling beyond any maximum crotch-beating one can endure.

A recent visit to a local hobby store has rekindled one of my life long passions for toys and figures, especially the REVOLTECH ones! These guys know how to please the masses with something so fundamental- poseability! They give you enough articulation to recreate some of your favourite video game/ anime moments (suck it, McFarlane toys!). Futhermore, Revoltech's products are well-crafted, waterproof and NEVER EVER tested on any animal.

With that in mind, I've been crazy about this Gurren figure ever since I saw its prototype pictures last year.

CUT TO: Today, with toy in tow, I whipped out my ATM card for the clerk and I realised...I DIDN'T HAVE ANY GODDAMN MONEY! I was crestfallen...but fuck it! I'm gonna use this to fuel my creativity and figure drawing training so I could make a killing at the next Anime North!!

Meanwhile check these out:

Today's Feature: Scribbly girls!

2009-06-23T22:01:00.003-04:00

Tony Robbins once said mastering of any skill is about repetition! (Of course! I'm paraphrasing) Well, here's day 3 of my 30 day long journey to mastering the female form. My goal of rendering sexy girls in CG is THAT much closer!

P.S. See, Megra? I did my homework! What did YOU do today?? heh jokes!

Hate-Bender

2009-06-23T18:26:00.004-04:00

Earlier today, I wanted to put on a movie for ambience while I surfed the web for reference pictures. As I was going through my DVDs and handful of Blu-rays collection, it dawned on me that I'm missing two of the most venerated trilogies of our time.

Rest easy, friends! Before your fingers are poised to stab at the W,T and F keys, it ain't the original Star Wars or LoTR.

What I am about to disclose here with all of you is probably the most shameful and repugnant tidbit since the Avatar Live-action flick was announced. Thankfully, no Hate-Benders are protesting at my door step for this shit.

To this date, Indiana Jones and Back to The Future still haven't found their way to my shelf (Great SCOTT!). Two of the colossal pop-culture icons missing from my dust-free alphabetized collection, I must be slipping in my old age! I deserve to be fried...with 1.21 GIGAWATTS of electricity! ( see what I did here?)

This atrocity will be remedied soon enough to appease to your silent but deadly outrage. Meanwhile, a second piece of news, I will be doing figure sketches once a day for the next 30 days. Trying to implement a healthy habit of drawing naked ladies

Until next time,
JoNo

Vixen with Huge Guns! No RLY!

2008-12-29T19:35:00.007-05:00

The Devil May Cry team is treating us to an epic adventure in 2009 with this gun-toting leather-clad vixen with GREAT hair (Not Trish!). She is sultry, slender and Oh, she is armed to the boots. Did I mention her leather heels are retrofitted with pistols?(Yeah! Her boots aren't meant for walkin' neither).

Judging from the screenshots, the gameplay and artistic direction is vastly similar to that of DMC4. Natch! Beyond that I'm really digging this chick, so much so that I've watched the Bayonetta trailer over and over and over and OVER......you get the point!

Call me old fashioned, but I'm none too thrilled about the way she spreads her legs in the air Chun-Li style to gun down her foes. It's not very lady like, but that don't stop me from wanting to make sexy time with her though.

Revoltech Gurren, Arc Gurren and the other really big Gurren

2008-12-23T06:25:00.003-05:00

It's been confirmed that kaiyodo will be releasing these MANLY figures...don't know when yet, but these pictures are proof enough that they are coming. Peep this!

Resident EVIL: Degeneration will be out on Blu-ray on the 27th this month. I just watched the trailer last night and Leon S Kennedy freakin' sounds like Neo from the MATRIX, or Keanu Reeves for those of you who live outside of the MAtrix.

Slowly But Surely...

2008-12-18T22:35:00.000-05:00

I'll finish this.....eventually.

Sound Check!!

2008-12-17T22:58:00.004-05:00

I'm tuckered so I'll keep this brief. Today I picked up my Samson USB Condenser Mic that I bought from eBay. It's fucking sweet. When I first extricated it from the packaging I was stunned by the sheer size and girth of this thing (That's what SHE said!). This Studio mic has some kinda techy thingamajig that boosts the sound quality of your voice, essentially it's like if someone had forcibly shoved a mic down your throat(DEEP!) and recording straight from the source...without the gagging agony and gore. In short, it does a great job accentuate my growlly baritone. ALSO, FYI My Batman and Joker impressions are now ten times Sexier!! Now I'll just need to get a better base for this 5lb monstrosity.

TTGL BG progress

2008-11-03T21:40:00.001-05:00

TTGL BG progress
Originally uploaded by JoN0!

Just came out of the shower and thought it'd be a good idea to unveil the monochromatic foundation of a soon-to-be epic TTGL painting that's out at the end of this month.....I hope.

Badlands! Good times!

2008-10-08T20:37:00.000-04:00

Dai Gurren Brigade confronted by angry moms in Cheltenham on Sunday

Kristy, Sheena and yours truly had brazenly braved the cold weather of Caledon in our oh-so-conservative costumes to do a shoot with the consummate photographer Kevin a.k.a Solar Tempest and his versatile (and adorable) flash stand Sakura.

Within minutes of arriving at the locale, we were accosted by a pair of soccer moms who were thrilled to have us share the lovely Sunday afternoon with them and their prepubescent children.

Mind you, these bright younglings were fascinated by our garish costumes and most importantly, are the future. They will probably one day walk the path of a Cosplayer or turn out to be gay to spite their judgemental mothers. These children sat together and watched us with unspoken understanding, without ever taking any penis-oriented action like, whipping out their cellphones to try and snap a pic of Yoko in all her glory.

No! The mother squad, while bearing the best of intention I'm sure, had essentially tried to bully us into leaving the locale. Christ! It's not like we were getting blotto or smoking pot! The pair chastised us and shunned us with their scathing, self-righteous blunders; all done with such bitter class and lip-service civility:

"....If this is what you do as a hobby you are wasting your time! Please leave! Thanks!"
-Some Lady

My question is this, in this lame tableau to evict us from Nature, were they truly trying to shield their children from us or their husbands jerking off in the bushes? Guess we'll never want to know...

Upon Arrival....

Stay back! I want to get enough boobs in this shot!

It's a chest-off!!

Yoko and her bush...

I still function!!!

2008-10-04T12:11:00.000-04:00

Back for another scant update, but a REAL one nonetheless! (C'mon! Twitter can't ever dethrone the meager posts up in here!)

Lately, I've been keeping myself busy with a number of things:

Painting a TTGL poster.
playing No More Heroes on the Wii
Collecting numerous Revoltech figures.
Hitting the Gym
Napping (getting pretty good at it)
Lay in bed and watch DVDs

Earlier today in the can, I read something interesting on the BBC news site, and it's NOT about the financial crisis. It's the new Nintendo DS or DSi!!

WUT? New Nintendo DS??This revamped version of DS or better known as DSi will be out this November in Japan. Though no word on when this slick shit is coming to Canada.

This nifty mark two is better, faster, sexier and well-endowed with a BIGGER....screen, a digicam and a music player. At the moment, this camera enables you to edit your pictures with an Oekaki-like software, so you could draw tenacious tentacles or shadow-cocks on your friends' face. After all, isn't that what everyone wants?

Personally, as a digital artist, I hope a better painting software will be available in the near future for me and my kind to do colour sketches on the go.

Nintendo's latest gambit is armed to oust Sony's PSP and its impeccable sales record that consumed Japan and well, pretty much every where. Of course, appeasing the mass of loyal DS fans out there is at the heart of their objective......i think.

So who wants to be a pawn in this epic Mini-console war? I know I do!

Twitter It up!!

2008-08-04T20:50:00.000-04:00

Picked up the latest issue of WIRED and learned about this amazing blogette known as Twitter. With only space for 140 characters per entry, this blog-lite is perfect to keep your friends/foes on their toes, like, "OMFG! I just witnessed something FUCKED UP on Redtube.com!! Wanna see??" This site isn't about a pseudo-contest of masculinity between who's got the BIGGEST and LONGEST blog. It's about subjecting your friends to trivial matters (because you LOVE them) and satisfying their demure curiosity. Look! Your friends have always been there for you and cared deeply for you. If you love them, you'll do the sensible thing and twitter it up, so as to forewarn them on when to avoid you or to surprise you.

Twitter twaddle

On a more serious note, the film "Have to laugh" is almost done cutting.

Stockpheus

2008-07-26T11:27:00.000-04:00

Today marked day 1 of my journey into the world of voice acting. Stocker came over to the house and did an hour and change worth of lesson with me. Prior to his arrival to my abode, I was watching videos on CollegeHumor.com; it's such a wicked site (how the fuck do you not know about these guys?)

Later, Stocker joined me in my bedroom where I had my laptop and shit setup, then he began with his nerve-wrecking monologue that reduced my wide-eyed confidence to nil (I think my balls might have shrunk a bit too). Within his little spiel, he'd established that if I don't have what it takes, he won't give me the time of day in spite of the money. I'd never thought I could be so intimidated by a 5-foot-man with glasses; in my own fucking home no less! It was akin to having a profound discourse with Morpheus but without the pills or the blackness. Meanwhile, I'm like, "WTF, dude? Aren't you supposed to placate my ego by filling my head with false hope??" But, I didn't say that 'cause I still wanted him to teach me. So I swallowed the RED pill with great apprehension and went, "Well! I'm not sure what I can do, so let's find out!" Thus began my voice training with the voice director - Stockpheus.

Let's Put a Smile On That Face

2008-07-19T06:44:00.000-04:00

Watched the much-hyped Dark Knight and that movie made me want to nut in my pants in a big bad way. The late Heath Ledger delivered such a twisted and terrifying performance as The Joker that it sent chills down my spine( that dude REALLY got the laugh down pad) so much so, that after the movie I wanted to run out into the parking lot and cause a little mischief of my own. I'm sure Caitlin and her friends won't enjoy that very much. Still, it was a blast hanging out with these clever people.

I saw a clip on YouTube today, where a few peeps were interviewed about their satisfactory feedback to the film. This one dude said something to the effect of, "Yeah! Heath Ledger died for the role...blah..blah..blah!Great movie!!" , then I got a little annoyed, bordering on cussing at the screen. Some people actually believe in that publicity crap when they say, "Ledger was so committed to the role that he couldn't shake it off months after the movie was wrapped, and it ultimately led to his death." Fine. Now if that's really true, if Ledger really did die for the role of the Joker, wouldn't it also be true for him to turn gay after doing Ennis (actually, he probably did Jack Twist...in the butt) in Brokeback Mountain? Maybe the studio was only trying to cover up something more insidious, like Heath digs tranny hookers deeply, and put a more positive spin on things, but we'll never know. What I DO know is I want to dress up as the JOKER at some point!!

July 16th 2008

2008-07-16T22:30:00.000-04:00

Like Luke Skywalker before me, I too, had set out to seek a master. Thankfully the search didn't take very long; I shot an email over to the very same voice director that taught Liz - John, requesting for some one-on-one time(C'mon! Grow the fuck up!). Although, initially I was gonna shell out 4 bills for the 4-week voice over workshops with Voiceworx, but I'm like, "y'know what? Fuck the middleman! if I'm determined to take private lessons from John anyway, why not cut the foreplay and go straight for the main course?" Sounds reasonable for a dude. In the end, I'm glad I sent that email, because John just hit me back with a reply to schedule for a first meeting.
Wish me Luck!

Had an eyeful of lesbian porn and thoroughly befuddled by a split-screen sequence....what will they think of next?

Good News, Everyone!

2008-07-15T23:22:00.001-04:00

Got the 500GB bitch formatted on my Mac (elsewhere, Oli must be soiling his boney-self from cackling so hard...), and had been feverishly plugging her between two computers.

Also, Liz and I chatted briefly on MSN, in which she made with a copy of her demo tape. Upon listening to the first 15 seconds, I was blown away! Her performance supplemented by the background music made her voice sound strangely unfamiliar. My initial impression was like "This can't be the same chick who phones me up and goes 'I'm here in front of Sears! Where are you??' ". The voice in the demo came across very professional and full of energy ; virtually indistinguishable from actual radio spots! I am still very much in awe, and when my time comes (hopefully soon) I want mine to bare a similar tone!!
Once I make it in the biz, I'm gonna tour conventions across the country and the US of A like that shit is FREE, and do Q&As to appease the fans! :P

July 14th 2008

2008-07-13T23:42:00.000-04:00

I bought a 500GB external HDD over the weekend and thought it'd be a helluva investment, especially since I'll be doing alot of editing and my Hard drive on the laptop is less than adequate to house all my footage. In addition, it doesn't support firewire. With that said, my post-production process has just gotten more complicated, because I'd have to dump all my footage on the Mac, process the videos, upload them to the external HDD, then grab necessary snippets as I edit on the fly.

In order to achieve this sort of inter-computer harmony like Ebony and Ivory, I must first format the fucker to "FAT32" - a universal format that's accepted on both Pc and Mac. Long story short, I'm researching a method to format this bitch so I could start dumping my digital unmentionables in said HDD.

Saw the MAX PAYNE trailer the other day, Marky Mark looked great in it, just feeling apprehensive on why there were winged demons in the trailer. Also Megs from the Family Guy, for those who don't know, her real name it's Mila Kunis and she will be playing the femme fatal - Mona in the flick.

peep this shit right here.

July 10th 2008

2008-07-09T17:27:00.000-04:00

I just met two amazing women at the Chapters near my house. When I ran into the real estate chick in the Well-being isle, I wasn't expecting anything beyond the usual social courtesy chatter. "Hi! How are you?" shit like that. Totally, not the case with this broad. This jovial milf, clad in a low-cut top, and I were waxing spiritual for over 30 minutes covering various topics include methods to a more fulfilling life and other relevant supplementary materials. Later, when I checked out with my book, I had another thought-provoking conversation, this time, with the cashier -Grace. When I walked out the store my mind was blown (wish something else got blown too). Christ! I gotta hang out in Chapters more often!!

My directorial debut at the film club, tentatively called "Have to Laugh", has officially wrapped after last night's re-shoot. With this bitch in the can (plus a midnight ride to the west end of Bloor st. to pick up the other DV tape) I can move to the post-production phase of the project and get my EDITING on!!

The prodigal web-head returnth

2008-07-04T20:26:00.000-04:00

You never realize how much you miss something until it is gone. That sentiment rang loud and true about a week ago, when my internet suddenly blinked out of existence and I found myself undergoing a long and grueling week of detox. Like most addicts, I enjoy surfing the web aimlessly, looking up useful/less information to quench my thirst for worldly knowledge(and frequent multiple porn sites), but when the plug was pulled I felt so lost. However, the best way to get over an addiction is to replace it with another lesser addiction. To be honest, I thought this axiom was the biggest load of crap at first! For instance, if I were to get hooked on pussy, I'm not about to give that addiction up for anything (maybe Anal)! So tentatively, I started playing with my PS3, and worked my way to watching season 1 of 'LOST' on my laptop. It's a great fucking show, but that's got nothing to do with my web-lessness...

On July 2nd, I managed to deduce the source of my throe, and figured out it was the router at fault. Granted, I've been using that fucker since 2002, so it was high time I put her to sleep.
I shot over to Future Shop, picked up a D-link N and the rest,as they say, is history.

This ain't exactly the show but I dig the cute flash animation and tunes.

Video Game Live '08

2008-06-22T16:41:00.000-04:00

I, along with a ragtag bunch of Con-goers, attended the Video Game Live free concert on at the crowded Dudas Square on Saturday. Honestly, I would still go if it isn't free, because these guys at VGL really know how to put on a show. At one point, they brought this 16 year old on stage and challenged him to beat the first level of Space Invaders in two minutes. Easy, right? Then, the host put the kid in a black t-shirt with the green tank on its back, and had him sidled back and forth across the stage to control the in-game tank. The kid didn't win anything in the end, since the T-shirt control was ridiculously hard to use, and it had trouble tracking the nimble 16 year old. During which, I was wishing for the kid to trip on a cable and launch himself into the orchestra, and when he got back up, his head would be buried shoulder-deep in a tuba! That would be so fucked up and I feel it would please the audience.

Although that never came to past, I was still very pleased with the live version of the various MGS themes. GREAT SUCCESS!!

Happy Father's Day

2008-06-18T22:55:00.000-04:00

Dad's back and he has lots to unload. (not poop!). Though not gifts, but the man always delivers his brand of sagely penny-wise wisdom, as well as lengthy lectures galore. Granted, we haven't seen much of each other as of late, so he probably feels obligated to dish out some good ol' fathering to make up for lost time. I get that. Little did he know, his baby boy has been fathering and mentoring himself for the past 10 years with the aid of books and the Interweb. I have surpassed him in every way. Still, I remain humble and let him take the reins and assume his role as a father.
As a child, He taught me how to ride a bike, and reached for the toys at the top shelf when I was small. He's a great man.

To make the long story short, I woke up this morning to learn that Papa Jon and Mama Jon are heading for Splitsville....(and all I wanted was some food.)
Happy Father's day!

The Biggest Pair of Cajones Caper

2008-05-28T18:21:00.000-04:00

I haven't done a lot at the con this year, but oddly enough feel compelled to do up an unofficial Anime North' 08 report. The dealer's room was same as last year, nothing but T&A galore AND sundry anime paraphernalia. However, I later discovered a wooden-hut tucked away in the corner, with 3 white dudes in front and a suit of Samurai armor erected in the back of the structure, lending the vendors some Japanese street-cred I suppose. To my amazement, that joint specializes in Japanese Martial Arts, ranging from sword play to Taijustsu. I was like, "HOLY SHIT!! That's pretty bad ass!!" and took their business card for future reference. I figured if I ever needed to defend myself or people I care about, I could throw down and whup the dude's ass with some Taijutsu, and then vanish via smoke-bomb a la Batman before the cops arrive.

Other than that, it's a shame I didn't get to see as many peeps as I'd hoped for. However, I was delighted to run into Kristy and Sheena on Saturday, but then I was baffled by Kristy's booblessness. I never thought I'd live long enough to see the day. Nevertheless, it was exciting to run into Kamina-sama(Sheena is Awesome) and Simon en route to their dirt heap photo shoot. When I turned around I spotted a Spartan 300 dude clad in a gray T-shirt, presumably to cover up his otaku-gut, armed with a spear and a helmet. I thought that was fairly amusing, but not spartan enough in comparison to the scandalous skit that I performed in on Friday night.

This brainchild was conceived on one steamy night of "What Ifs?", then one thing led to another, Liz and I wound up developing a sketch about the certifiable Millennium Group performing Springtime For Hitler on stage. It contains zero Jew-nocide and it's very sanitized; but not in a ethnic cleansing way. Having said that, one still couldn't fathom why this ensemble was robbed of their chance at "Best in Show", or at the very least, "The Biggest Pair of Cajones Award".

Though, the positive feedback from Youtube viewers is very uplifting, but the reality of this fiasco is we didn't win for reasons unknown. Presumably due to the lack of poise and lousy timing in our performance, which I thought would play out extremely well for these maniacal ruffians who can maim, who can ravage but JUST can't dance to save their asses and to stop Geneon from canceling HELLSING ULTIMATE. Obviously, it went well with the panel of provincial judges. If, however, we didn't win anything because we were judged before we even went on stage, then that's horseshit! Sure! we were sporting Nazi gear to portrait a band of fictional villains (Pay attention, kids! It's only fictional) on stage. It's not like we were spreading messages of Jew-hate, then dragged one out, sit on his head and gassed him to death. No! These fictional Nazis were defeated by the corporate power of Geneon. I think pretty much the moment we busted the flags out, the show director(probably a jew) was like, "Oy Vey! Fuck these Nazi-lovers! Cut the feed on the cameras!! Now!!!" and put the kabosh on us.

Ultimately, I'd like to believe that it was our poor planning and express-rehearsal for the very first time before the show that doomed us, and not of someone's provincial judgment.

Sunday! Bloody Sunday!!

2008-05-26T19:43:00.000-04:00

Ooops! Mr. Director is brooding over his mistake on casting the emotionally challenged. So that was pretty much my Con-less Sunday. I reluctantly parted ways with AN '08 and spent about 12 hours directing my first flick for the film club. The shoot was scheduled to commence at 9:30 a.m. and wrap up near 4pm (courtesy of my idealistic foolishness), however, several key-players of the production crew did not show up 'til 11a.m.. Needless to say, my plan to return to the dealer's room to pick up some more shit was shot to hell. I wasn't pleased to say the least, and I wasn't afraid to show it. If it was up to me I'd fire those motherfuckers, albeit none of us were paid to partake the grueling shoot. We all show up due to our love and respect for film-making and its process of creative problem solving ; and also because the Director fucking said So!. What did I do? Did I unleash the wrath of Jon on these bitches? No! I opted out of wasting any more of my energy on them, but instead channeling it to my flick, i.e. coercing those idiots to do take after take even when I already had the shot at an earlier take.
At lunch, the owner of the apartment treated us with some delicious mac n' cheese. Out of the blue, Fred(co-writer) produced a bottle of red wine; it seemed harmless at the time, but little did I know that bottle had brought on the "Itis", rendering my crew sluggish, sleepy and lost the will to do anything else. In spite of that, I did whatever I had to to grab whatever shots I could in the living room until they sobered up.

All in all, the shoot wasn't too bad, albeit Sue (storyboard artist/ writer) overstepped her boundary and did some directing of her own. At which point, I was annoyed but too restless to throw down and kneecap her in the living room. In retrospect, I believe the shoot on Sunday could be shorter and less grueling, had some people showed up on time and learned their lines, and had I not staked my pride and ambition behind the camera to prove I can direct as a fledgling ass-kicking auteur.

Still Alive and Directing!

2008-05-12T23:22:00.000-04:00

Just a quick update before I hit the sack. It had been a helluva a week for me, not only did I accumulated the total of 24 hours of actual sleep time, I also made Director on Monday. Hooray!!
Since Monday I've been heavily involved in the pre-production of a short film called, "Have 2 Laugh" (working title); during the emergency film meet on said night, I pitched some brilliant ideas to the rest of my film group and they dug it. With that, I seized the opportunity to elect myself as their new director, since the previous one left the group for a paying gig instead. Besides, nobody seemed to be foolish enough or brave enough to vie for this creative position. On one hand, the onus is on me to show the world my creative vision, and if it sucks then Mr. Director will have to swallow his pride and bite the bullet. However, I have nothing to worry about, because I am brilliant!!

On Wednesday, I ordered a rehearsal but instead we wound up spending 4 hours tweaking the screenplay to maximize several gags, as well as tightening the story(or lack thereof).

Next Wednesday is the ACTUAL Read-thru/ Rehearsal. Hope it all goes down smooth, like a swig of Iced Cap on a smoggy day.

Other than that, I got censored by my instructor at Improv on Sunday, and inadvertently earned the title of the"Potty Mouth Wonder" amongst my cohorts. Hey! That's alright! It's like that age old admonition that says; when you go to jail you must fuck somebody up on the first day, or else you'll wind up being on the somebody's bitch. Well, guess what? I'm the guy who's befriended the bitch's papa.

Tag Team for the WIN!

2008-05-08T14:30:00.000-04:00

Obviously, I'm not tag-teaming an inflatable doll with a tentacle monster. This photo was taken on Friday of AN '07. It only took my buddy a year to show me this goddam picture, but I'm glad he did. Meanwhile, my perverted friend relentlessly brandishes this scandalous photo to everyone via his cell. And I'm cool with that. Since I asked the pair to kiss each other for the camera. It was my gift to my buddy's foray in an Anime con in Toronto. Aren't I Wonderful?

He Love Her Long Time

2008-05-06T18:10:00.000-04:00

I read an article in the SUN yesterday, in which, it reported the harrowing tale of an Austrian man, Josef Fritzl, who had his daughter imprisoned in his cellar serving as his personal fuck-toy for twenty-four years and fathering her seven children. Well, six to be exact, when he incinerated an infant that died at birth. How fucked up is that? Fritzl, however, was anything but insane. This crafty motherfucker ('scuse me! Daughter-fucker) had the presence of mind to coerce his daughter to write a letter to the rest of the family, explaining her urgent departure with a phony cult. This guy went above and beyond to keep that piece of incestuous ass to himself. The victim of this perturbed nightmare, Elisabeth, was only seventeen when it all began.
Frankly, I'm just shocked that, not once, did she try to chomp down on his dick and make a daring escape. Because, the moment he put his cock in her mouth, or anywhere NEAR her, the father figure had seized to exist. All that's left for her to confront was an animal. As a father, one is supposed to protect his offsprings, not to have unprotected sex with them, then get them preggers.

I'm also flabbergasted at how the, now, 73 yr old could sustain an erection for twenty four years. Granted, today's medical science has endowed us with the miracle blue pill; having said that, wouldn't his wife find it suspicious that Josef is buying viagra by the truck-load, yet they never got it on? Unless, he obtained his private stash from a dealer or he shopped online.

Now the bigger question is, How the hell did he lure her into that kind of predicament to begin with? Did he go, "Hey! Elisabeth! How are ya? Do YOU like Dungeons and Dragons? Yeah?? Well! Follow ME!! I have a massive one-eyed dragon in the cellar! Lemme show ya!!" or something old fashion, like slipping a Rufie in her coke? Nowadays, a seventeen year old girl could very well hospitalize her own father, or at least punch him in the nuts, then make a run for it! I don't know much of Elisabeth, and I probably will never know what her goals and dreams were before she had her life robbed from her. But I do know this...I feel sorry for her, 'cause it wasn't just her body that was violated, her mind as well. The only solace left is if her father gets charged and sentenced to a butt-raping jail in Guantanamo Bay, turning him into a human pin-cushion.

Improv is the bomb!!

2008-05-04T23:09:00.000-04:00

Wish I had done this years ago. Improv really is a place that encourages idiots like me to becoming a bigger jackass, but funnier and more lovable. It really is like a boot camp training for smart-asses, hence my participation in this 7 week course. Tonight marked the beginning of my improv training with the Bad Dog Theatre, and it was brilliant!! The class began with ten of us sitting tacitly in our respective chairs, studying and judging other people's power level in improv or Comedy. I certainly did, especially the girl who told us she was an actress.

Our instructor, Jeanette, kicked off the session with the usual self-introduction around the room, so we could at least get each other's names before finding out who did a better job at embarassing him/herself? When that's done, Jeanette had us performed a series of warm-up excercises that were probably designed to wear down the tension amongst us, and took us out of our awkward shells (it worked wonders, even for a shy guy like me). By the end, we were more apt to become physical and vocal with our amateur improvisation. She put us through a series of improv games that demands teamwork and being in the moment. However, these games felt more like exorcism rituals that drew strength from our inner tricksters or demons to carry out various objectives, kinda like how Ichigo becomes a Vizard, except without the cool mask.
All in all, it was a great way to wrap up the weekend!!

Here's what I did earlier today:

What a great way to Kick-off the Summer Superhero flicks!

2008-05-03T16:39:00.000-04:00

Went to see IRON-MAN at the Downtown AMC last night, and it was awesome. The flick managed to deliver the very same twittering adrenaline rush that I felt since Spider-Man. This flick was so well-done that it had the audience literally howling and hooting, whenever Stark busted out a wise-crack or dished out a can of whupass on the baddies. And to top off the heavy metal action, the movie also features a cameo of Nick Fury at the end of the lengthy credit (played by none other than the baddest muthafucka on the planet- Sam Jackson!!!)

Between my day job and attending to my weekly film club meeting, I'm beginning to learn that I have less and less ME-time to chill out. Thankfully, I was recently introduced to My new vice. My new favourite Anime - Tengen Toppa Gurren-Lagann, and surprisingly, NOt because of that Yoko chick in the show. I respect her as a gun-wielding amazon who happens to possess the very attributes that turn me on. I'm very glad Kristy had turned me on to this show, otherwise I'd continue to re-watch old Doctor Who or The Office episodes until I come to a realization that neither of these shows contain a sultry bombshell that would make me hard.