TTC Signal Problems, but Clear Signs in 2011.

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Last updated on February 4th, 2024 at 11:53 am

Last night I watched Law Abiding Citizen, and for the first half, holy crap. Seriously. The first half of this movie will totally mess with your mind—I don’t care how smart you think you are, if you can figure out the plot of this movie and its specific after 25 minutes through this film, I applaud you. I agree with Deezy that it deserves more than 25% on Rotten Tomatoes, but to be honest, I’m not quite certain what score.

However, as we know, this isn’t a movie review blog, so I think y’all should check it out and let me know what you think!

But to get back on topic…

So my 2010 goal is overlapping with one of the goals I’m pursuing in 2011—cleaning up shop. I packed up a bunch of graphic novels this morning that I know I won’t be re-reading with the intent of either trading/selling them at my local comic establishment—The Hairy Tarantula. I’ve been there often (maybe too often?) and had a good conversation with the staff there about offloading some of my stuff since I only have so much space. I have a deal to broker concerning all of my single issues, but I’ve got to get them all catalogued so that the prospective buyer knows what’s included.

(Dear Meznor, I hope you’re reading this—I’m actually typing the latter half of this post on my BlackBerry, while on a TTC train that’s literally stopping 3-5 minutes per station—I’ve progressed 2 stops in 10 minutes!)

So I guess I’m just going to babble on here—not like I have a lack of time to kill, and I won’t be able to sit down and do anything else for a while (packed like sardines!).

2011 will also hopefully see the improvement of my web game. I’ve been working with some web developers I know—namely R.T. LeChow and Kevin Kelly—to better develop my skills. In fact, I’ve been closely following Sitepoint’s Countdown to Christmas sale so I can affordably get some quality resources to learn what I need to know. But you need to be on the ball—more than once I’ve missed out on tools I’ve wanted (freelancing, PHP development) because I was busy doing something else. But in general, I’m loving this sale. The stuff I’ve gotten so far is pretty awesome.

(Huh. There’re announcements going on about a delay three stops away—i.e. where I’m aiming to get off the train—but the speakers are all so bad that I couldn’t really make out what the heck is going on. I’d be lying if I said this ride wasn’t sucking immensely. People are getting agitated, air is getting staler—I find that the Xmas season messes all sorts of things up. So close… so close…)

(I don’t think transferring to the southbound train at the Yonge/Bloor interachange is going to be worth it—I may have to just hoof it down… with this heavy-ass bag of books I want to sell. Great.)

Also, let me thank Bryan Jay Ibeas. He made me sit down and reflect upon the script I have in mind for Fish & Chimps—or rather, the lack of one. I’d thought that I had the full story loosely written out in an old outline I found, only to discover that I’d only really covered 1½ out of the 5 acts I’d planned at best! It seems that I’d come up with all these scenes and events that I want to draw up, but never connected them all together.

(Great. Dude just shoved through the crowd with an apology—”Sorry for being niggerish”, which he only reiterated when I tried to tell him that half the train is probably getting off at the next station. I would’ve told him off, but he looks like he could probably decapitate me with his pinky finger. But seriously. Why he gotta be like that? OH G– FREEDOM!!!)

Okay. That’s enough from me. I made it in alive, 40 minutes later than I wanted to, but whatever. Let’s do this, Thursday—you and me. Mano a dayo. (Day-ay-ay-o. Daylight come and me wanna go home.)

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