Saturday, July 30, 2005

Its my kittin

I'm really having fun with my tablet!



















Ellegon is a rather sleepy fellow right now.

Sunday, July 24, 2005

Its odd the things you find out on sunday mornings...

You know how stupid I am?

Very stupid.

Just over a year ago my Uncle David came visiting to my parents place. "Here Jeff," He said "I picked up this Drawing Tablet for $10 at some store that was closing. Its not pressure sensitive or anything and its kinda weird because you can only set it to act as a double-click left or a right click button." I asked him if it came with software and he told me "No, it was just in a bag. It did come with a disk with the drivers on it, so you won't have any problem installing it."
Odd, I thought, but I always wanted a tablet, so home it went. I set it up and sure enough found it weird due to the button limitations. So I basically didn't use it for just over a year.
A couple of days ago I thought 'Hey! Why don't I go on the internet and see if I can find some way of making that tablet less wonky."
So this morning I did.
And do you know what I found out? What I have is actually a rather nice fully-functional pressure sensitive pc drawing tablet. I just had it set up wrong. And now I'm having the time of my bloody life.
Its just like drawing by hand... BUT ON THE COMPUTER!


















And that's one to grow on!

Friday, July 22, 2005

I'm sure glad I don't commute anymore.

Boy howdy! I used to take the GO bus/train all the way from Hamilton to Oakville to get to work. If I still did that I might be shakin' in my steel toed boots! Those rather nasty scarey fellows have put quite a fright into many people, and were I still taking the train, I wonder how scared I really would be.
You know that guy that they shot in London this morn'? Well, prominent KICK ASS web comic guy James Turner who does Beaver and Steve was not only in the very train, but the very carriage the guy was in. First hand account over here.

So they're stepping up security everywhere, and alot of people are bitching about it.
But do you know what?
"You can have peace. Or you can have freedom. Don't ever count on having both at once."
-Lazarus Long

*Sigh*

Stupid world sucks.

I'd cheer up this post with something happy, but I don't know what to do.

I know! Kitty picture! Kitties make everything better!














AWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!

Thursday, July 21, 2005

Purple Hearts

So whilst we was down in the States United we went into a small shop up a street in a terrible strip of tourist traps. But this store was no trap. In the front the man was selling war memorabilia. Real stuff, like actual old pith helmets. I want a pith helmet. I love history and I was fascinated by all this collection of Things That Were There. Everything from knives from Vietnam to old Roman coins. But that wasn't the coolest bit.
Walking into the back room we found ourselves in a very small museum. Like maybe the size of a small bedroom. There were glass display cases and mounted documents all over the place. The man that owned the shop goes about collecting really special war mementos and puts them out for everyone to see. Most impressive in this lot are the scores of Purple Hearts he has. Beside each one is the name of the person who got it, where they fought, with whom they fought, where they lived, how they died, and where they are buried. In 1984 the US government decided that the Nazis probably weren't after old army records anymore, and made a whole whack of them public. The shop owner went through these, researching who all these fellows were and compiling all this information. It is a truly awe inspiring sight to not only see the medals, but to also know a bit about those who deserved them.
Another very interesting and heartwarming display was a giant frame in which there were a number of letters and clippings.
The first letter sent to a family saying that their son was missing, and could possibly be in a POW camp. The second told of what camp their son was at, and that it may be possible to get a package to him, but not to count on it. The third was a newspaper clipping stating the names of the American GI's freed from that camp. The last was a Western Union telegram, simply stating: "I'm free and doing fine. Will be home soon."
We spent quite a while in there. A truly great experience.

~Ta.

I have to go to work now.

But have a funny cartoon before I do!


Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Welcome to silly town.

I am the mayor.See ya next time.

-Jeff, Mayor of Silly Town

Monday, July 18, 2005

How a reenactor renewed my faith in humanity.

I can't believe you spell 'Reenactor' that way. I keep wanting to read it as reen actor.
Anyhow... a couple of weeks back Mel and I went to a reenactment thingy. A war of 1812 battle that took place in Stoney Creek. (Stoney Creek is the name of the city- the battle didn't actually take place IN a stoney creek. That's just silly.) So at this thing there are 2 reenacted battles, one during the day, and one at night. It'd been a couple of years since I went and we stayed from noon until 10, as to not miss a thing. We were delighted to find that they had added a speaker system and a narrator to the battles, thus allowing the viewer to understand exactly what was going on. The narrator had his little microphone and described who was who, what was what, and why this was going like that. The day battle was pretty neat, but the man that narrated the night battle was glorious! He explained everything in vast detail, giving great insight to the whole ordeal, almost blow for blow. After the battle finished he stated that he'd be sticking around and if anyone wanted to come ask questions, he'd be much oblidged to answer. Mel and I were sitting right in front of him, and as people asked questions, we stood up and listened. Nothing really of note, just general questions- how to become a reenactor, where they would be performing, stuff like that. Then, just as it looked liked the questions were done and the narrator was going to head back to camp, a man walked up with a young boy in tow.
This, my friends, is where it gets cool.
"Hi there" said the man. "This is my son"
"Hello there!" said our narrator.
"He's totally blind, and we've just come to thank you for giving such a detailed account of the battle- usually I try to describe to him what's going on, but you did such a great job! He loves coming to these things and its great that he could get so much out of it thanks to you."
Then, without missing a beat our narrator turns to the boy and says:
"Well, feel this? This is what we all wear. Its bright red and heavy wool. Its got 24 large buttons all over it. Feel this button? There's some here on my sleeve, some down the front, on the back...."
And off he went. He took his hat off and handed it to the boy, letting him feel the emblem on it, telling him what the feather was for, talking about the significance of this and that.
"Feel that bugle emblem? Did you hear the bugle? That was my son playing it."
And so forth and so on, perfectly explaining, letting him feel everything.
Then he paused for a moment, looked hard at the boy, and drew his sword.
"Hold out your hands. There. That is my saber. That's my last line of defense I have to defend the colours with. I hardly let anybody touch it. You're the first person I've let hold it all weekend. Here, hold the sword out at arms length. Heavy, isn't it?"
And he wrapped up his little narrative and the boy and his father thanked him very much and were on there way.
Its the nicest, greatest, thing I've seen in a long time. I hadn't felt that happy about the niceness of one man to another since I read 'involuntary Man's Laughter' by Spider Robinson.
And to top it all off, a man ran up to the narrator and told him to announce that the child that had gone missing earlier had been found.

Just the feel good day of the year, man.


Super Robot will now have a bit of a bad day.




Work work work and such!

I have to go to work!
How terrible annoying. I really am beginning to absolutely hate my job. I thought my nice vacation would make it all better, but as soon as I came back from it, I was as cranky as ever.
That kind of rhymed. But enough about work!
Yesterday I went out and got some pizza for supper. I walked by a copy of the Toronto Sun newspaper. SEX SELLS! It proclaimed. In the smaller print it told of how teens are being suckered in to wearing sexier and skimpier clothes and how terrible that is. Of course the entire front page is festooned with pictures of teens in skimpy clothing. So there the newspaper goes just creating hype and using sex to sell it. In addition to this silliness on the very top of the paper was their barely-legal swim suit model and a blurb telling you to vote for the Sun calendar girls.
Yeah. Silly silly silly.
And since sex has never sold me on anything, I did not buy the paper.
I did, however, get this delightful 'Sour Apple Crush' drink, which I am drinking. YUM!
I am getting a bit ticked at the amount of crap like that (the sex, not the drink) popping up all over the place. My girlfriend likes the Baldar's Gate series on the PS2, but is somewhat put off by all the scantily clad ladies. Hel, I'm put off buy it. In one of the cut scenes the evil elf woman was pole dancing on her staff. I am not kidding. Pole Dancing. It was inane. Not to mention the completely unrealistic breast physics. Damn things bobbled around every time she blinked. Ugh.
Ah well.

Have another picture:

Sunday, July 17, 2005

We're back! And bigger than a bread box!

Two bread boxes even!
Well, we're back from the States and everything is groovy. Had a fun time down there on the big ol' farm. And its BIG! We went to her big familly reunion last saturday and it rained all day!
And after we got back, I went to my familly reunion on saturday and it rained all day! Whew. Thats a whole bunch of familly and rain. Well, thats all I can think of for now.

Here. Have a picture.

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

Goin' down to America!


HELLO! Apparently my cousin actual reads my blogs and I've been informed to update so HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
At the moment I am a bit of a sleepy kitten. Mel and I are getting all ready to go to her grandparents' farm down in someplace near Saratoga. Saratoga is named after Sara, the woman who discoverd the area. She was wearing a toga at the time.
We're a tad frightend that we might up and have us some problems at the border, but hopefully it'll all go well. It will be a rather long trip, taking us from 9 in the morning to 6 at night, and then another hour to get driven to the farm. I've been down there once before, and I must say it is truely a marvolous and beautiful place, and I am looking forward to it quite alot!
I don't know what I'll do on the ride down.
Hmmm...
Maybe I'll finally finish reading 'Time enough for love' by Robert A. Heinlein. That sounds like a plan. My drawing stuff will be accompanying me as well, so between reading, sleeping, drawing, and staring out the window, I should have enough to do.
I should bring some music, too. Lately I've only been listening to Tom Waits. Seriously. I don't really find myself liking any of my other CDs. Its just Tom Waits, Tom Waits, and more Tom Waits.
Crazy town.

Well, here's to hoping all goes well!

-Jeff, soon to be in the land of the USAers.