moving on

i'm hanging up the problematic outfit for a while. i started this project in different technological times, before facebook and twitter made personal blogs seem quaint, almost. also, i started it when i was feeling generally much more frivolous, and that frivolity was somehow more interesting than actual work. a lot of things have happened since then. i've joined a band, made an album, lost the band, took a real job, gained a child, was unwillingly relieved of aforementioned real job, tried to ditch a discouraging career, and watched myself go from mid-thirties to late-thirties in the blink of an eye.

all of that is to say that i feel like i have hardly any time in which to post my idiotic ramblings now that i have daddy responsibilities and am, at the same time, attempting a third act in my work life. to my six loyal readers, i say thank you. i may be back. at the moment i'm not feeling it.

if you're interested in seeing what i'm up to with various works-in-progress (photo, etc.), look to my photo blog, here. better yet, subscribe to the RSS feed.

thanks, guys.

penultimate doesn't mean "very ultimate"

"Penultimate" means "second to last." It doesn't mean "super ultimate," "really ultimate" or any other such amplification. Please stop. The "So" album by Peter Gabriel is not "one of the penultimate in an artist's career," as I recently learned from a review in the iTunes store. This mistake seems to be gaining traction. I gotta nip this weed in the bud.

2001

the other day i found this screen grab of what my computer looked like in 2001.

actually, go ahead and tread on them

oh sad day. it seems that a group of people i totally disagree with has once again co-opted a beloved symbol. the gadsden flag, which as a kid i always thought was synonymous with early american badassness, apparently is a popular symbol for subliterate "tea party" freaks and people who think the president of the united states is a communist from kenya (or is it indonesia now?). i actually own one of these flags. now i guess i have to hide it. thanks, psychos.

p.s.: metallica is going to be mad at you too.

p.p.s.: does the "dont" always lack its apostrophe? i wonder if that is done for historical accuracy.

this is almost too good to be true

there is a spider named after david bowie. it's not from mars, it's from malaysia. and people say humanity is incapable of goodness. i know carl linnaeus would agree.

little creatures: momentum

a friend found this blog posting about our short film (in postproduction now).

intern testimonial

herewith we present a letter from one of the interns, whose identities we strive to protect here at POHQ.

The first day of my new internship, I had a very Problematic Outfit. I'm moving, so I carefully washed one good shirt and chose an outfit the night before. It wasn't until I left the house that I remembered that this shirt is a "bursting buttons" nightmare--the button holes are too big for the buttons and they all fly open. OK, I'll find some safety pins I thought. Plan B involved the cute retro sweater I was wearing that matched the shirt perfectly--I could button that cardigan in the right places over the shirt, right? Not if I left it at the new house while feeding the cats on the way to work! DOH!

Next, I passed the beer distributor and the guys mocked me for looking like Olive Oyl.

Luckily, I wasn't going to the internship until the afternoon, so after striking out finding any safety pins, I went to Rite Aid and got a sewing kit to tighten my button holes. (I felt like one of those dirty postpartum doctors!)

Perfect, right?

It wasn't until the end of the day that I realized that my camisole was NOT shorter than my blouse as I had thought. But it was the same color as my skirt, so hopefully no one noticed!

Sincerely,

the Intrepid Intern