We stayed up until four o’clock this morning duplicating my data to the super amazing off-board drive of terabyte awesomeness that Ray gave me, wiping my computer clean, then installing everything fresh. My computer is a jewel again, sparkiing in the sun, flawless and beautiful. He even whished out all the cat furred dust bunnies that had been clogging the fan. It’s not even plugged in yet, I got in too late this morning to spend the spaghetti time, but I already feel reborn.

You know what this means? This means I can bloody well work on my photography again!

I didn’t dare, before, at the risk of losing anything I opened. It was terrifying. Mail archives going back to 1992, phone numbers, music, writing, media.. everything was at risk, held hostage. (“Fuck the cloud“). My computer was in that dire a state. First it stopped seeing my disc drive, which meant no more burning DVD back-ups, then my photoshop wouldn’t save, then nothing Adobe would even open, then I couldn’t open any files from 2006, then, worst of all, if it froze while I was copying/moving anything, anything, whatever I was trying to back-up would vanish into the ether, never to be seen again, not even in DOS. It plateaued there for a few weeks in that purgatory land of uncertain files while I desperately ran malware-security scan after malware-security scan, purging the evils as best I could, before finally hard crashing so violently it would take out the internal clock. I’d have to reboot three times to get through my mail.

Curator Michael Wright with the first fully functional working model of the Antikythera Mechanism.

artpost: preparing for lift-off

Cory McAbee, fringe-music demigod, founder of The Billy Nayer Show, best friend of my last sweetie, That Mike, and director and creator of one of the most splendid films ever made, The American Astronaut, has finally directed a new movie with his mad and crazy band, Stingray Sam.

“A dangerous mission reunites STINGRAY SAM with his long lost accomplice, The Quasar Kid. Follow these two space-convicts as they earn their freedom in exchange for the rescue of a young girl who is being held captive by the genetically designed figurehead of a very wealthy planet. This musical space-western miniseries is designed for small screens and perfect for screens of all sizes. “

It’s not Werewolf Hunters of the Midwest, the next film he was ostensibly working on, but it looks to be just as weirdly captivating. For extra points, his sweetheart co-star in this kooky Cowboy Space Musical is his wee little daughter, it’s narrated by David Hyde Pierce, and rumour says it was filmed in only two weeks. I believe the proper response is Hell Yeah!!

found via Marc-Antony, popular purveyor of joy

annual hallowe’en post-an-hour : Abridged Classics: Il Fantasma dell’opera

BONUS annual hallowe’en post-an-hour : baby laugh a lot, it’s a scream!

…and with that, I’m out. I did my nine to five, now it’s time to dress up a little more and go shake some groove at whatever parties I can find. If you appreciated today’s Post-An-Hour, it would be completely amazing if you could toss me some coin in lieu of candy. (Though candy works too, if you’re local). I am a poor, poor kitten right now, and everything helps. Also, be thankful I didn’t dig up that singing Tim Curry clip. You know the one. Yeah, that one.

Thank you, and GOODNIGHT-TAH!

some known attendees: andrew, sara, me, david, mike levens, mike elliott, beth, ed, ryan

Amanda Palmer
Amanda Palmer and Zoë Keating play Vancouver

Wednesday, Dec 10
8:00pm – 11:30pm

Richards On Richards
(1036 Richards Street)
Tickets available through Ticketmaster and Zulu Records for $12 +tax.

Zoë Keating