As I type this my roommate's cat is sitting on my lap. Aww! I knew Frida would warm up to me eventually. I think the fact that I've been feeding her more and more has kind of endeared me to her... that fat kitty. Speaking of cats... I've finally finished the cat video for Matt's wife's birthday present. Check it out! I think it's a little neurotic but fun. Actually, I liked it a lot better without the text/glowing eyes/heart effects... but, it's really his video, not mine. I've also posted a blast-from-the-past Claymation video I did with Zac, Chipalo's II. Unfotunately, I can no longer make the 'old man Hogan' sound, but I can still do a good job at molding some clay mammary glands.

I got Chris Joss' CD in the mail yesterday (had to hit the Amazon 'free shipping' quota) - this disc rocks! I finally have an excellent disco funk CD. I am so having a disco party. Got the tunes. Got the ball. Got the attitude. I say this, but when will it happen? Aye...

Tomorrow I go snowboarding up at Mt. Baker. This should be fun because I've never been to Mt. Baker, yet hear it is a dreamworld for the snow inclined.

I found out today that my parents are moving back to California in a year or two, or at least that's the plan. This makes it very inconvenient for me to head back to Wallowa 'The County' County to see old friends and faces. Who wants to let me stay in their backwoods shed?

You know, in the few days that I go between these balrog entries, I think of dozens of things to write down here. But now that I've reached the point of actually writing, all previously-thought thoughts have vanished. James recommended that I join him in a creative writing class, but y'know... I think I'm mostly comfortable just rambling to friends and the internet at large. Oh, sweet internet phenomenon, how you change my life.

If you want to see a rockin' CGI film about Giacometti, go buy Eternal Gaze. I've exchanged some emails with the creator, Sam Chen, and he's a cool dude. He sent me the director's cut of his film, which is quite literal, since it was 'cut' using the copy program on his DVD burning proggie on, umm, Monday.. Often times I wish I could trade in my scientific calculator for a beret and fake moustache.

What I really want for Christmas is a condo in North Seattle.