This week in Cameron
"The point of Moby Dick is: be yourself"
An interesting thing has happened with my work. I've been re-exposed to popular music.
Thus of course I'm re-exposed with overplayed songs I hate like oh...lets say... Gnarls Barkley's "Crazy". The strange thing though is in B.C. I'd never listen to the radio or much music at all so I never heard this song in its heyday and really only hear it once , maybe twice a day if you include the remix. Somehow though the knowledge that its overplayed perhaps or some other force weighs on me so listening to it drives me completely insane. So much so my co-workers will turn it off when it comes on.
The same thing exists with James Blunt's "Beautiful" which, honestly outside of movie trailers and t.v. ads I think I've only heard about 4 times (including a hauntingly accurate rendition by Mike Hingston at a Dairy Queen) but again, its like knives in my ears. This song's not especially bad and Mr.Blunt being a military man and dating a model who's husband was swept away by a tsunami may be the badassest man alive...but still...just too much. He even has said so publicly.
Is My brain swayed by public opinion of overplayed bad music regardless of the amount I've actually heard it? I don't know.
Someone at work tried to exonerate Gnarls via the showmanship surrounding their performance at the Movie awards (see above( but Fie on that I say. I have seen showmanship save a band I didn't like, put their song on my ipod, show me what the muppet show would look like if it existed today AND make me a little gay and in comparison to that sir, Gnarls is just wearing costumes.

This is my first shirt from Bang-On. It is my work shirt and I love it. The only other thing I'll say about it is if I didn't work there it would have cost me $57.

For Father's day I took my dad Geocaching which is still his favorite thing. To me the best part is trespassing, a total disregard for nature and looking seedy in public places. As I poked around a tree with a fence post a teen on his bike awkwardly waved so I saluted him and kept poking. He passed by 4 more times before we found the cache.I still have yet to find anything in those caches that makes the public embarrassment really worthwhile BUT at least today I've found out I seem to have developed a sort of immunity to mosquito bites. amazing.

With this picture Baby Hippo easily vies for the top spot of lesser known cute baby animal.
When I look at this I realize that waaaaay back when Disney people really knew their zoological shit. If you had have told me a week ago that the smelly, food stuck between their teeth, evil seeming cement colored bag of shit animals Hippos had cute babies I'd be like "sure maybe in Disney cartoons". You win again you anti-Semitic frozen head.

I'd suggest anyone go see "An Inconvenient truth" the Al Gore movie and not because it enlightens you on global warming, oh no.
I walked in confident stroking my beard and clucking my tongue confident in the years of David Suzuki teachings that this would be a big ol' pat on my back for believing in Global Warming since I was a child. Boy did Al Gore see my ass coming a mile away.
The brilliance comes in the fact that his presentation is both
a) geared to break down the myths and stereotypes surrounding global warming so Joe "it doesn't exist" accepts it
and
b) geared to pretty awesomely confront Joe Hippy "believes in global warming" as to "why the fuck haven't you blown up a building over this???"
When I heard the movie was part biography of Al Gore I groaned but man it's a pretty brilliant dissection of someone who's incredibly passionate about something and how his life impeded and informed that passion. It honestly makes you feel you should be a thousand times more passionate over what you believe in and what you love. Did I mention it's Al Gore who does this?
And he's passionate in a sweet, deep voiced scientific kind of way which is something we sorely miss nowadays. I mean if I compare his talk to, lets say, "film"maker Arin Crumley's recent snot-filled plea for not partitioning the internet Gore's stonefaced, dare I say Lincolnish rhetoric makes Crumley seem like a 12 year old who's just yelling at me to do something he maybe doesn't understand (sidebar: Isn't the internet world wide? how can the united states partition it?).
Also, he's secretly really funny too. I guess he just needs like 3 decades to plan a joke before he says it.
That said it didn't convince me to do much more than continue politically pushing towards ending global warming. I have yet to see a movie which convinces me one man can make a difference.

How creepy is the "forget me" function on the beta of the new MSN? At least now we know Microsoft easily sways to the demands of creeps, stalkers and jealous lovers.
This week I re-watched "Hedwig and the Angry Inch" a movie which when it came out I loved. Like almost bought the soundtrack loved. Well...now...a scant years later I loathed it to the point I couldn't finish it. That was when I realized how much of the musical theater loving, tickets to Le Mis as a present getting, spontaneously bursting out into song version of Cameron has been buried somewhere unknown for reasons I cannot explain. Did I just grow out of it or switching cities make me deep down want to re-invent myself? Is the fact that I'm no longer surrounded by girls who are at all impressed with basso profundo impressions of Showboat/Sweeney Todd?
Its kind of tragic to lose one of your peculiarities. Being a flamboyant heterosexual was kind of my peccadillo. This sort of sent me for a loop as to what sort of space I fill nowadays...
But then I watched the Tonys and felt better about myself. Deep down Bob Fosse and Bernadette Peters still make me smile.

Dear Mike Hingston,

I found a good career for you.

Love, Cam. Man the new Sunday night lineup on HBO is an orgasm and a half not the least of which is Louis C.K's new sitcom "Lucky Louie". I was always impressed at his ability to constantly make me laugh regardless of the fact that most of his act is calling kids assholes and I'd read reviews saying his sitcom did little but add swears to the traditional formulae but man oh man was fuck, shit and "your pussy is a chamber of financial ruin" exactly what sitcoms were missing.
Also, lately a good 40% of my work, if I'm on the army surplus side which has about 10 customers per 8 hour shift, is babysitting for the single mom who works in the back and I've realized that yes I am still in the "kids are assholes" camp. I held my friends baby and felt good and happy and maybe I'd changed my opinions on kids but there's something about the like talking age to about 8 year olds where I just don't have time for their idiocy. Listening to a little girl tell a story about her dad farting over and over while she does the worst job at hide and seek EVER is the boringest thing of all time. I don't have the energy to deal with things which don't amuse me or that I don't enjoy in the slightest so being the funny clown for kids is a tough job because I feel like I'm faking it the whole time. I assume the missing factor is that I don't care for the kids one iota beyond not seeing them hurt or killed or alone so maybe with my or my friend's kids it'll be different. one would hope.
At least I can rest assured I'll never be a pedophile because man sex would so not be worth sitting through all those goddamn fart stories.

I fill my empty life with Blog
Here's some links I am amused by to amuse yourself with as well. lets all bask in the unstimulation that is summer:
Celebrity Gossip is Important
Why just watch t.v. when i can read about it too?
You thought i was kidding about baby animals?
Art B'art C'art D'art E'art F'art
Patton Oswalt!
Interesting Interviews and Homoerotic Erotica (redundant?)
Tasks to make you happy
Watch ads without the annoying t.v. shows
Continue regressing to childhood
Interesting interviews but no erotica homo or otherwise
Old man scriptwriter complains about the kids of today
Reminds me of being a kid and purchasing anything with a good cover
Especially for nerds
wait...more gossip
Young kid scriptwriter complains about old men
I'm not smart enough to write for the simpsons
He is though
Do ask do tell
The voice of Zorak in Nerdblog form
This balances out all the art

that should satisfy you until next week