Rooster Spice, the Podcast--And so goodbye...

For, yea, it is written: when the Squelch hath been revealèd, and the VidPod falls upon the crowd, then shall the Spice be Cast no more...

The final podcast lieth here, at a terminal 11:21 and 5 or so MB.

Listen for the full details; and if you feel like subscribing to something else after a decent period of mourning, why not try the zacharybrewstergeisz.com vodcast?

To hell with anonymity.

Time to shovel some new blood into this hole, so... here I am in all my non-pseudonymous glory.

Ba dee boo!

This is my new favorite animation (via Rocketboom). Here's the animator's web site, with a higher-quality version (follow the links to Animation, then Music Videos, then Bathtime in Clerkenwell).

Fplinerf Lamente, or, The Anymator who Cannot Modelle

WHY can't I sculpt a decent female face????

A query.

So, if it's better to give than to receive, does that mean when you give someone a present, you're really saying, "Here, and now I am morally superior to you"?

The blood is the life!

Perhaps I've mentioned my Five Point Plan to return to acting:

1. Get involved in community theater
2. Get involved in professional theater
3. Get involved in local independent film
4. Move to Hollywood
5. Become a film star on the level of, say, Paul Newman.

When I left college I skipped (1) entirely and went straight to getting paid to do tech work (acting, not so much) and lately I've done pretty well with (3). So, it seemed clear it was time to jump back to (1).

(Okay, truth be told, I just wanted to see if I would enjoy theater again without the pressure of getting paid.)

Anyway, I've already talked about my work on Henry IV for the Greenbelt Arts Center, but I realize I never mentioned that I had also been cast in Dracula for Prince George's Little Theater, playing everyone's favorite bug-eater, Renfield, which is second only to the title character for its scene-stealing potential. Gotta love any part for which you must mess up your hair in six directions then set it with gallons of hair spray.

We opened on Friday. It went well. No major line losses, no major tech foul-ups. And it was (I think) my first time acting on a geniune proscenium stage since college. Quite a trip.

And that's all I'm gonna say about that.

O my Gawd!

iPod video! But Steve Jobs said it would never happen! And we all know he NEVER lies... right?

Makes me want to create a Rooster Spice, the Vodcast! ...almost.

If it weren't for my recent failure in podcasting, I could see myself doing a "cartoon of the week" via RSS. But... somehow I doubt I'd be quite as prolific as all that.

Insomnia? We can help!

Watch <ESC> tonight as part of Happy Tree Friends and Friends on the G4 cable channel. Or, y'know, suffer the consequences. 12 midnight Eastern, 9 PM pacific. With my new logo, you can even see the top half of my head.

Edit: he said, forgetting that the top of his head is right next to these words in the stupid "About Me" section.

Muckraking.

So the contractors started work on Monday. We're putting an addition on the front of our house--just a little one to add an office downstairs so we can move E into a new bedroom (where the office currently is). In normal times, we probably would have put this house on the market and moved into a slightly bigger one. But with a housing market that looks something like Yahoo's stock price in the late 90s (indeed, our own home has tripled in value--problem is, so has everyone else's), we couldn't afford to move. But, we could afford a refinance and a larger loan to pay for an addition.

So now it's the Marianas Trench in the front yard, as the holes for the foundation have been dug but the cement hasn't yet been poured. A huge pile of red clay sits in the yard and our assigned parking spot. Naturally, all of September was drought conditions, but with the coming of October things have gotten just wet enough to make the clay into extremely sticky mud.

In fact, our walkway, which we share with the townhouse to our right, was covered in the mud and crap, and tracking everywhere. Fortunately, our contractors hosed away the mud, leaving a sparkling clean sidewalk instead, and avoiding a potential neighbor land mine.

But, naturally, you can't please all the people all the time, and another neighbor complained to me this morning (in no uncertain terms) about the runoff from the hosing down, which had accumulated in the parking lot. Admittedly it was ugly, but it wasn't anything but dirty puddles, rather like what we tend to get after a heavy rain. She said it was probably illegal.

Which makes me wonder: if there had been a downpour, would she have arrested the clouds?

Extra, extra...

His Girl Friday is in the public domain? Is nothing sacred?

Edit: Since I'm an atheist, draw your own conclusions as to how I define "sacred."