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Rest easy, friends! Before your fingers are poised to stab at the W,T and F keys, it ain't the original Star Wars or LoTR.

What I am about to disclose here with all of you is probably the most shameful and repugnant tidbit since the Avatar Live-action flick was announced. Thankfully, no Hate-Benders are protesting at my door step for this shit.

To this date, Indiana Jones and Back to The Future still haven't found their way to my shelf (Great SCOTT!). Two of the colossal pop-culture icons missing from my dust-free alphabetized collection, I must be slipping in my old age! I deserve to be fried...with 1.21 GIGAWATTS of electricity! ( see what I did here?)

This atrocity will be remedied soon enough to appease to your silent but deadly outrage. Meanwhile, a second piece of news, I will be doing figure sketches once a day for the next 30 days. Trying to implement a healthy habit of drawing naked ladies

Until next time,
JoNo

]]> ~Jodimus http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/25095618/ http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/25095618/ Tue, 02 Jun 2009 19:16:11 PDT
I’d done improv, film-making (with a small local film club with lots of hearts), tried to invest in Real Estate and even tried vegetable (scary! I know!).

With that said,Real Estate?! Pleeease! What the fuck was I thinking? Turning my back on my God-given talent to produce remotely clever and interesting pictures. What a sacrilege! I didn’t like what I was becoming. My passion isn’t about investing in properties. It’s about investing in my real interests like digital painting, video games, Blu-rays and shit.

Hitherto, I’m happy to report that my journey had led me back here - the hallowed ground of CG. Sometimes, it takes a special person to show you this path when you’re adrift in life seemingly stuck in the Matrix. In short, I’m back to entertain you once again - slowly but surely.

Sincerely,
JoNO

]]> ~Jodimus http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/22110581/ http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/22110581/ Sun, 21 Dec 2008 20:35:44 PST
Wolverine: Origin trailer is OFF THE CHAAAAINNNN!!! This probably deserves more attention, so I'll save this for another post.
Now for those of you who haven't given up on me OR courageous enough to want to learn more about me, I do semi-regular posts at Blogspot and various Lego-man on Lego-man fetish sites.

Hit my Blogspot here [link]

]]> ~Jodimus http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/15922665/ http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/15922665/ Thu, 13 Dec 2007 19:21:50 PST
I should keep this brief. I'm fucking tuckered.

At work today a locksmith taught me how to pick a lock. While it ain't the most difficult thing in the world to pick a standard 6-pin door lock; getting my hands on the picks might be. I don't suppose I could just walk into a hardware store and buy a set(I shall look into it). Mark was able to pick a door in under 20 seconds, as I looked on with my mouth agape. Granted, he has years of experience being a locksmith and all, so he made it look easy. I wonder, what kinda trouble would I get in to, had I possessed the tools and the acute dexterity needed to wield them?

Where does one begin? Do I couple that with the art of stealth and make like Batman? Probably not! I can't even stay on the treadmill for longer than 10 minutes. The Dark Knight likes to do shit that involves running on rooftops and whatnot. I'm more likely to get cramps in my stomach amidst of a moonlight pursuit, and fucking fall off a rooftop. Then the next day I'd appear in the headline like, "Masked Maniac Miraculously Unharmed from a 3 story Plunge"! Fuck that!!

If I had to make the headline or the front page, I would rather it read, "Serial Bra-Snapper At Large!". Actually, this reminds of a "Sharking" video I saw once. This dude basically runs up to random women on the street and he either pulls down their tops or pulls up their skirts, then fucking scampers away. It's like the dirty cousin of the 'Dine and Dash'.

Take a look at this
European Sharking Vid

]]> ~Jodimus http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/15782220/ http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/15782220/ Mon, 03 Dec 2007 16:27:34 PST Nov 30
Picked up a Nike watch from First Markham Place, went home and whipped up a Sweeny Todd spoof in Photoshop to herald the release of the movie(Dec 21st. Can't wait), while enthralled by Oh-so-familiar story of "The Illusionist".

Dec 1st
Fuck! It's already December! Got up around 10:15a.m. Watched some Teen Titans on TV as I got dressed, then went out for some grub. Came home and spent the next 2 and a half hours engrossing myself in the Fate Stay Night universe.
Head out around 4p.m. Went snowboarding with few friends at Uplands for the first time in 3 yrs. Thankfully, I'm more lithe than I give myself credit for on a snowboard. Didn't get hurt by way of slamming into a padded column of the ski lift at dick-breaking speed that would crack my helmet in twain.

]]> ~Jodimus http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/15737869/ http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/15737869/ Fri, 30 Nov 2007 16:50:39 PST Nov 28

I take a flight of whimsy and drag the idle Cameron to go ice-skating with me at the Nathan Phillip square. Since neither of us has skated in a dog's age (not a sliver of grace in our bodies, especially Liz), it takes us a few laps to get our groove back. Thankfully, none of us are injured. Then we walk over to the Scotia theatre to catch "The Mist" at 10:45p.m. Awesome Flick! Post movie, I take her back to her place, before I jump into my ride and head on home. Shower and crawl into bed at about 2 a.m.

Nov 29
Tuckered from the dearth of sleep. I drive home from work to grab the cat-poop vial from the fridge( Mum rescued a cat from her co-worker on Sunday, so now this thing needs to be tested), then head out to the Vet during rush fucking hour. Already operating on no sleep to begin with, the trip seems to take a lot longer than I care to remember. I hit Markville mall after the Vet and spend an hour just bombing around the mall, checking out DVDs, clothes and especially a watch for myself. I drive home without the said items, get changed and hit the gym.
At the gym, I run into Megan (who can totally pass as Paris Hilton's sister)whom I haven't seen in well over 6 months. We chit chat at her desk for a bit before I head inside. Then I come out after my brief stint and spend the next 40 minutes catching up and bullshiting with one another.
Head home around 10p.m., shower, check messages and crash at 11p.m.

]]> ~Jodimus http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/15698991/ http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/15698991/ Tue, 27 Nov 2007 19:22:57 PST Nov 24 2007

I partake in what I cheerfully maintain as one of the biggest mistakes of my life. An All night Laser quest frenzy. From midnight to 6a.m., a ragtag bunch of teenagers and the Cosplay circle ('bout 29 in total) vie to be the Head Laser-brain while struggling to stay awake. Turns out, I'm not very good at either of those things, so I opt out on the last game to take a nap in our party-room where we keep our coats and shit. I tried to nap during my 2nd last game too, but motherfuckers kept finding me!!
Post game, get home about 6:30a.m. and quickly hop in the shower, as I'm drying off I text Adri and Kristy to make sure they got home ok, then I sack out by 7:07a.m.
All in all, this is one of my favourite mistakes!!

P.S. One of our marshalls (MasterBlstr) is uber fucking hot!!
I'm convinced that some of the guys shot more than just lasers that night.

Nov 25 2007

Dragged out of bed before noon and join my bro to take the new chubby cat to the vet for an examination (Fucking cat!!) Two hours later, we drop the cat at home and head out to grab some lunch.
Go home, sprawl out on my bed and pass out for the remaining of the afternoon.
Get up and head out for dinner with brother Jerry around 6:30p.m., where I whup his ass in a game of chess on the DS!!

]]> ~Jodimus http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/15625343/ http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/15625343/ Thu, 22 Nov 2007 18:08:31 PST SABER: REVOLTECH action figure. It's fucking awesome!! Now I can have her lithe body do all KINDS of deviant poses!

Later, I swing by the Future Shop and pick up some classic titles like, Jaws:30th Anniversary edition and The Breakfast Club. Shit! Not even Best Buy has the latter dvd in stock. I'd know, 'cause I've been casing it out for the past 2 weeks. Liz phones me up on my cell at the store, and we chit-chat briefly. She fills me in on her hellish few days with her mother, before I get shafted by a meddlesome call from Ma on her other line.

Afterwards, I drive home, check my email and tug one out.

]]> ~Jodimus http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/15581242/ http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/15581242/ Mon, 19 Nov 2007 18:36:36 PST Nov 17th
The cat wakes me up at 10:30a.m. I check my email, throw a hat on and head out with my brother for some breakfast at 11:30a.m.
we get home and I hop on the laptop to update my diary. Go on cosplay.com for a bit to peep out some Sabre cosplayers.
Right around 4p.m., I put on my nice threads and swing by FMP for some chow, then I hit the florist to pick up a bouquet of pre-show lilies for Ducky before heading out to see her.
we watch "We Will Rock You" at the Canon theatre. It's a helluva show!! I wish I picked up the soundtrack on my way out.
Afterwards, we grab some drinks from 2nd Cup and hang out at her place and have some very interesting discourses. Play Mario Galaxy for a bit, then head home at 3 a.m.



Nov 19th
I drop off Richard at his place after work, then I hit the nearest Future Shop to pick up the "We Will Rock You" soundtrack. They don't have it....
but the dude who offered to gimme a hand at the store, hooks me up with a torrent site instead. So it's not a complete waste of time. With absolute certainty, he says I look very familiar to him, and hit me with, " You look very familiar!! Did you ever go to this school? (I already forgot the name of that school, fuck it! it's not all that important)"
"Nope!..."
"Oh! I know! You work at Food Basic!!"
"....No?", this dude has such powerful conviction that he almost made me doubt myself, like, "shit....MAYBE I did....for a few hours and quit?".
The guy is very helpful, but I just couldn't help but think that he was hitting on me, which explains why he was so eager to gimme a hand. I start separating myself from the discourse, in case I have to field questions akin to " Can I suck your cock?" and " Is it alright if I jerk off on your leg while I eat your cock?" Fuck no! Not even if you put a price-gun to my head!
After the brief homoerotic exchange, I scamper outta there CD (cum)free and resume my search for the soundtrack.

I check Best Buy. Buttkiss!

I swing by EB around 7p.m. to pick up Uncharted: Drake's Fortune, and bullshit with Ray and Jess at the store for a half hour.
Go home! work on the synopsis and Watch Death Proof .

]]> ~Jodimus http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/15568219/ http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/15568219/ Sun, 18 Nov 2007 19:49:40 PST SOLD!!

En route to FMP, I roll by the Best Buy near work and find nothing. After checking their DVDs for a bit, I drive over to First Markham Place and down some coffee and noodles, then over to the Pet's Mart next door to pick up another pet carrier for the pussies. I swing out to another Best Buy down Highway 7, and this time I find two Maul's sabres (well, one half sabre technically). I immediately scoop one up, grab some batteries and proceed to check-out.

At home, I lay the spoils on the couch and quickly hop online on my laptop to try and score a pair of tickets to "We Will Rock You" for tomorrow night as planned. Rather than dealing with Ticketmaster, I have some shit called "TicketKing"to contend with. After being dazed and confused for many minutes, I eventually figure out the trick to buying two goddamn tickets. Victory is mine! I head to my brother's room to print the tickets, only to find out the printer is out of fucking black ink(now isn't this ironic? Don't cha think?) Oh well! Guess I'll just print 'em at Liz's. I ravage the MasterFX box to extricate MY precious and study its manual just enough to know where the battery goes, then it's GO time! With batteries in place, I dial the on switch and SCHWINNNGG!! A glowing can of whup-ass opening soon on a Jedi near you!! After my light-boner subsides, I pack this shit up and roll out!

I arrive at Liz’s by 7:39 p.m., where I greet everybody (Rae, James, Adri and my lady,of course) and yammer about, as my lightsabre is circulated like a peace pipe, so everybody could get a firm grip on my…sabre. Cameron is still getting ready. She has on her honey-coloured contacts, and this sharp zig-zag design over her right eye, almost teeth-like. She looks fucking awesome. Good thing her friends are there, or else I would’ve forced her into the bedroom and take advantage of her. With Cameron now all decked out in her Sith gear, we all head out and take a 5 minute walk to the rendezvous point at the ROM against the frigid wind of the night. Shortly after we get there, Rae, James and Liz have an exhibition match as I record this utmost geek moment on a digi-cam. Five minutes later, the clash of the lightsabres has drawn many unsuspecting pedestrians and fans alike in droves, trying to find out what the fuck is going on? Amidst of this phenomenon, a dude named Brendan rolls by with his rifle-case full of MFX sabres, and start chatting us up about the event and shit. Eventually, he attaches himself to our convoy when we decide to hit the costume shop on Yonge St. to pick up a lightsabre for Rae and a pair of bad-arse Vader gloves for Liz. Since Liz and I are armed with MasterFX sabres, natch, more pedestrians and questions are thrown at us as we make our way to the shop. I was totally taken back at how popular Star Wars really is to the world at large, more specifically on Yonge St. I was very tempted to waltz into the Scientology building with my Lightsabre and dropped some science on them about the Force. But chances are, they would be like, "The Force ain't real, Jackass! Planet Krypton is, Bitch!"

Post costume shop, the convoy stops over at Shoppers to buy some batteries for Brendan's and Rae's lightsabres (While it is Anakin's sabre, Rae's is more like flashlight with a blue cone attaches to it, obviously the courtesy of under waged workers of China). Liz never wound up getting those gloves. When that's done, we mosey on back to the ROM, where there's a massive mob congregating in the cold and the cops are there too. For reasons beyond my comprehension, we begin following that Brendan dude over to the Space channel truck, as he and the Videographer cordially greet each other, all the while showcasing his sabre collection (What a fucking blowhard!). Ensuing an interview featuring Liz and the pissant on screen, with the rest of us looking on. After the interview, Cameron comes up to me, "How come you didn't join in on the interview?" I explain to her, there's no way I could give a decent interview without dropping the F-bomb, and besides, she is better at this sorta thing than I am (being the attention-whore that she is). With that, the lot of us huddle at the fringe of the mass and await for the opening ceremony. About 10 minutes in, I beco... ]]> ~Jodimus http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/15499794/ http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/15499794/ Tue, 13 Nov 2007 20:55:01 PST
After lunch, I swing out to BestBuy to check out some DVDs, then I head home to resume my studies. I write down some notes and pointers I want to include in the outline. Then I spend the next 30 minutes or so on cosplay.com (peeping out some Sabre and FF cosplayers), where I stumble upon some questionable posts by Cameron. I am a little perturbed by her coquettish comments toward another dude, but later realizing that, I have no mroe control over these things than I do with the weather or gas prices. So I opt to compose myself and decide to have some fun with it instead of brooding over something trivial. Few moments later, Liz calls me on my cell and we chit-chat as she's buying sponges (not the same kind that Elaine uses on Seinfeld,unfortunately) I am instantly reminded why I dig this chick in the first place( or vice versa).
I get off the phone and MSN with Cait and Sabrina briefly, then I go back to brainstorming.

]]> ~Jodimus http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/15465023/ http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/15465023/ Sun, 11 Nov 2007 14:02:08 PST Nov 9

On my way home from work, I swing by the STC to pick up a new pair of jeans and a mock collar sweater from Pinstripe, so I would be all set for the night at the theatre tomorrow. After paying a little visit to the toy aisles in Walmart without much success, I opt out and hit First Markham for some chow and Milk-tea. Then, I go to EB (My local EB where everyone knows my name, it's like fucking Cheers.) and shoot the shit for a good hour, during which Ray-man prompts me to get a PS3. Then, my man offers to give my PSP-Lite a rogue's upgrade. I'm like, "SHIT yeah!!". So I hand it over with a shit-eating grin on my face, and he tells me to stop by the next day to pick it up. With that, I take my leave at about 8p.m.
I get home, check my email, watch the Clerks X video commentary as I dwindle hours in front of my laptop.


Nov 10

"Kresnik" wakes me up at around 9:30a.m., I take a leak, hit the laptop to check email and shit, then I jump in the shower. After I dry off, I go on UltimateBet to play some poker. I, then, throw on my new clothes and head over to Grand Hill for some breakfast. Post breakfast, I go home and UB some more. I can't seem to recall what else I did after that; it's probably not all that important. Anyway, before I know it, it's already 2 p.m. and I head out for some lunch before rolling by EB to pick up my PSP from Ray-man.
At the Electronic Boutique, I say hello to a few peeps and chill for a bit. Ray deftly brings up the topic of PS3 and their current trade value at the store, as well as the console's boner-inducing features. After he and I have all the details worked out, I fervidly accept the deal and rocket home to prep for the trade. I gather a total of 12 games, as well as my 360, then take a short drive back to the store. Once there, the Console-pusher and I conduct the trade, which winds up costing me about $98, and the rest as they say is one happy motherfucker.

After I depart from the store, I head home to grab two bottles of "Calipico" for Liz, and head out to her place. The construction on Bloor st. is mildy annoying but good thing I don't have to piss this time.
At her place, we chit-chat in her living room and Cameron fills me in with what's on her plate, and the bullshit that went on the night before with the cosplay posse. Then, she goes on the interweb to scope out the location for the Princess of Wales theatre, as we will be seeing "Sweeney Todd" later. When that's done, we TTC to King st to look for a place to dine. I suggest "Hooters" but she doesn't seem interested. We stroll along King St some more, before settling for a classy joint called, "joe mamas". There, we eat. we laugh and I slyly segue into the innocuous tidbit that I now own a PS3. Liz was way more enthused than I was; she seemed way more excited about the console than the fucking musical at that point. I wouldn't be surprised if she was a little wet in the pants too.
Post dinner, we walk over to the theatre and proceed to our respective seatings. As I'm marveled by the story( at least whatever dialogues I could make out from the actors/musicians), two women start bitching at each other in the rows before us. I was hoping they would get so into it, that they completely distract the actors, and for the 'Sweeney' guy to project his remonstration before projecting his fucking razors. Then again, the dude would probably serenade his vulgarity instead. It is a musical afterall.

Post show, we TTC back to her place, where I unveil the 60GB technological terror for the first time . This thing weights more than a Foreman Grill. We plug the console in and take turn testing it out for an hour playing "Heavenly Sword" and "Rachet". Following that, we take turn kissing each other on the couch before I bow out at approx 3 a.m.

]]> ~Jodimus http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/15440542/ http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/15440542/ Fri, 09 Nov 2007 20:42:57 PST Metal Gear Solid 3 and other awesome titles (BioShock) because of this fucking debilitation. Hopefully with some luck, 6 months down the road, I would have enough juice to carry out my initial impetus.
Post work, I head over to First Markham to pick up a portable DvD player for me mum, then hit Pet's Mart to pick up some food, shitter litter and a toy for the pussies. Following that, I get home to drop off the booties, and change into the lounge gear. Check my email and MSN with a few peeps. I talk to Sumeet about my bright idea. He seemed rather incredulous, like "You're outta your fucking mind!! There's no way I'll work on this shit with you!", but he was very helpful nonetheless. Lord knows I'm gonna need all the help I can get, since I know as much about writing screenplays as I do with Cosplay. Afterwards, I shower and turn in at abou 12:30a.m.

]]> ~Jodimus http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/15412891/ http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/15412891/ Wed, 07 Nov 2007 20:40:48 PST Best Buy to pick up a copy of Clerks X. I get home, hit the laptop to check my email and set up my UltimateBet account. Now I can finally play poker with real people other than the pixelated ones on my DS. Afterwards, I phone Cameron and chat her up for a bit, before switching to MSN and bullshit some more, until she has to go back to preping (padding) her Feminism seminar for tomorrow.

-Download the "Kresnik" track onto my cellphone, and I plan on using it as my alarm from now on (until I get scared).

11/6

-spent a ridiculous amount of time tricking-out my MySpace page. I was hell-bent looking for graphics and music to pimp my page. It's not quite there yet but, with the right combination of sound and imagery, the pussy will start flooding in soon.

- I text'd Liz back but later found out she never received them.

- had a 30 min DS session playing Hotel Dusk. Awesome game so far! I did not expect the characters to be animated. I was concerned I'd have to look at static images for the whole game, sorta like those Love Simulation games or Hentai games. Sadly, no nudity in this game whatsoever.

]]> ~Jodimus http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/15395124/ http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/15395124/ Tue, 06 Nov 2007 16:50:19 PST Hotel Dusk Rm215, since my moron brother lost my black one for over 2 weeks. THis time around I figure I would buy a White one and hope its fate would oppose its predecessor's. Why is it that the Black ones always have to go first? (Except for Vader)

I ravage the packaging on my way home. I flip open the DS and proceed with the initial setup , as I cruise along Hwy 7 in the heavy rain. It's really not as bad as it sounds. People tend to drive veeeeery slow in the fucking rain.

I set up a MySpace account, update my diary, play poker on the DS for an hour, then play some more in the bathroom.

Shower and sack out at 12:30a.m.

]]> ~Jodimus http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/15383896/ http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/15383896/ Mon, 05 Nov 2007 20:46:32 PST Trinity Blood O.S.T. & Evening with Kevin Smith). With plenty of time to kill, exactly 8hrs and 04 mins, I flip to YTV and watch whatever is on. I happen to catch ‘Yu-gi-oh GX’ in the middle of yet another painfully over-the-top battle. The show just isn’t the same without the kid who could grow an extra few inches…taller and call it the Pharaoh’; then du-du-duel his opponents to climax, hence draining the shit out of each other.

Mom wakes up, emerges from her bedroom and asks to see if I would join her on a Grocery-run. I tell her yes, as long as we stop over somewhere and eat first. After Momster gets dressed, we hit Grand Hill for some lunch and cruise along Highway 7 to hit different grocers for an assortment of groceries. With my vision of renting a truck for future grocery affairs solidifies, we head home to drop off the goods. I ring up Liz to tell her I’m coming (Grow up!), then I quickly jump in the shower, throw some clothes on and leave the house again.

I show up at Liz’s at around 4:18 p.m., she and I lounge in her living room and chit-chat for about 30 minutes. She tells me about the aweinspiring Harry Potter themed party that she attended last night with vivid details, and get me all excited (and frisky). When that’s over, she checks the web for a show time for the “Bee Movie”. We agree on the 7:30p.m.show, since that will allot us just enough time to have dinner before the show. With that, we head out and begin hiking our way down to Queen St. On our way there, Liz shares her interest in exotic food, like coconut rice and her mom’s curry. I languidly listen to her and pick up the odd key words in the conversation, as it has been over 2 hours since my last meal. So I muster just enough energy to make up a sensible response, “Right on! Plenty of Indian restaurants on Queen!” (or some shit like that).

Once we get there, we hover in front of several restaurants, trying to make out their cryptic menus behind the glass case, while objectively looking for Curried rice. Then, we swing by this place near Crispy Roll, where I’m holding my stomach in agony as Liz is deciphering their ancient scroll of food. Thankfully, a waiter comes out to greet and to offer us his assistance, but before Liz can make an urbane enquiry. I ejaculate with, “Do you guys have Curried rice?”. The chap nods, and promptly points it out to us on the menu, then escort us inside for a table. At dinner, Liz laments her poor decision in restaurant selection, while downing her Chai to try and tame the spice. Meanwhile, I just laugh as I wipe the sweat off of my, now, very crimson face.
Post dinner, we hit the Scotia Theatre to get our tickets for the ‘Bee Movie’, and as we are heading in to the theatre, I get busted on purchasing a ‘Golden’ ticket by the ticket-stub guy (Curses! Foiled again!), but he let me off the hook anyway.

When the movie is over, we stroll along Bay St until we reach her apartment. We chill on the couch and toy with the idea of a potential future in the voice acting biz, but then Liz starts feeling sick, assuming is the adverse effect of the poignant spice, since I’m not trying to dirty-talk her into a BJ so I don’t see why she’d have any reason to fake it. With that, she promptly pops a ginger pill and a Peptol one to remedy this stomach issue, but fail. So I suggest the frazzled Cameron to guzzle up a bottle of water and explain to her she will (Fo Shizzle) be able to sleep with less pain in the gut afterwards. Granted,I’m no doctor, but she seems to be sold on the idea and down the water in compliance. And it’s fucking soothing her! That’s when I have to bow out at 1:50 a.m. and rocket my way home, shower, set my alarm to 6:30 a.m. and fall asleep to nothing.

]]> ~Jodimus http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/15353717/ http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/15353717/ Sat, 03 Nov 2007 23:14:16 PDT Discoball Z group (and me for some reason), giving us a detailed account on their untimely accident. Turns out, it wasn’t as bad as Liz made it out to be, but it’s still a bitch of a situation. I putter about the living room for an hour, while watching Father Abel macking all the ladies of Vatican….maybe a few dudes too. Then I remember I’m supposed to call up Adrienne to confirm our meeting location before we head down to Liz’s. I do so and return to some more “Trinity Blood”.

At 4:34 p.m., I drive over to First Markham for a light lunch, since it’s midway to the proposed pick-up location. Afterwards, I swing by the Warden and 7 plaza to pick up Adri and we’re off.

On the way to Cameron’s, Adri and I chat about relationships (and how little I know) and she tells me a story about how she was caught in the shower once upon a time, until we pull into the parking garage at Liz’s. We get there at around 5:30 p.m., and thereafter Amanda arrives. The lot of us chill in the living room and bullshit for a few minutes. Liz produces a bottle of ginger pills that were tested on Mythbusters; she then explains to us it will effectively remedy any of her motion sickness issues (and it’s also the SINGLE most powerful weapon in the Universe! I suggest we USE it!!). James shows up in his red ski jacket and make with a brief weather forecast for the cool night ahead, while Liz occupies herself with printing up some E-tickets from the Fear-fest site. Following that, the five of us cramp into my Corolla and cheese it.

We arrive at Wonderland about an hour later, and it is now goddamned nippy out. My passengers get out of the car and promptly zip up their Winter gears and shit, while I zip up my meager hoodie and march toward the front gate to rendezvous with Alex & Amanda (Liz’s friends). After we’ve identified the pair from the crowd, we chit-chat for a few minutes, then I go to take a leak before conforming to the throng going in. James opts to stay behind and wait for his beloved before meeting us inside.

Once inside, Alex whips out his map and begins charting a course for the long haul ahead. First we hit the “Asylum” but the mad house is too packed. We opt for the “sycolone” which Cameron tentatively partake (God Bless Alex and Amanda for laying on the peer pressure). But then she pops a ginger pill while the four of us are in line (Adri opts out), and ride the dizzying pendulum of DOOM! When that’s over, we visit a few lacklustre haunted houses for about an hour (except for one that totally freaked out Adri, and the Werewolf had to take off her mask and see her out), before taking a short break to chow down on some Teriyaki at 10:28 p.m..

From there, we make out way back to peep the “Asylum”, but Adri opts out and decides it’s best for her to wait for us at the exit instead. On our way to the back of the massive line-up, Liz tells me she’s gonna bring Adri in to hang with us while we wait, so she won’t be left all alone. I agree. I tell her to stay with the posse, and I’ll go retrieve her instead. By the time Adri and I head in, the group are already filing toward the entrance. I promptly try to slip back in line, but without success. A cute Wonderland staff pops out of nowhere and cock-blocked me, hence separating me from the rest of the group. “Fuck it!” I tell myself. I’m curious about this house, and I have come so far not to go in. I shuffle to the back of the line and wind up meeting Cameron and the rest at the end. The Asylum has got to be the best haunted house out of the entire park. What can be more amusing than watching 4 people ahead of me dowse their drawers at every corner of the house?

With only an hour before Wonderland closes shop, we visit a few rides, and put those ginger pills to good use. I opt out on the last one (The wooden one that crushes kidneys), since I’m already freezing in my hoodie and mildly dizzy from the last ride. So I head for the nearby Dinner to take a leak and warm up. By the time I head back to meet them at the exit, Liz is gasping for air trying to maintain herself from giving us a peek at her gastrointestinal goodies in front of the whole crew. After she has composed herself, we make our way back to the front gate and see each other off. Liz, James and Amanda ride with Rae, and Adri rolls with me.
En route, we stop over at Richmond Court to pick up some milk-tea, and then I drop her off at her house. I head back to my place, check email, shower, and fall asleep watchi... ]]> ~Jodimus http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/15309850/ http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/15309850/ Wed, 31 Oct 2007 23:24:16 PDT
After work, I stop by First Markham and chow down on a sandwich, then off to the home base to check email, IFX stuff and chill (The night before, I’d phoned up Cameron to let her know I would swing by after work so we could go to the AN Halloween Dance together, but as soon as she told me her Cosplay-Circle would represent as well. I promptly drew the reigns, as I fear I’d get bored quickly. She convinced me to come over anyway…..but not really.). Liz calls me up on my cell about 5:40 p.m. to enquire my E.T.A.. I ask her about her ride arrangements, and everything seems tip-top, then I point out that my appearance would be superfluous and suggest we meet at the dance instead. The Cameronette doesn’t see it my way and insists I find some costume to wear and head over to her place. After I get off the phone, I dig into my un-cosplay drawer which really consists of the Pip-wig, a wig-cap, an eye-patch, and a hand-knitted Slytherin scarf. With the wig looking worse for wear, I throw on some club-wear, which is comfortable-yet-nice, and then I grab my PSP and head out at 6:27p.m..

En route to Liz’s, I run into heavy traffic on the DVP, so I grope for my PSP in the backseat and watch “Undergrads”(The Risk Game epd) while crawling at 30 KM/H. 15 minutes later, I feel the worst gut-busting tinkle and have to piss royally, lest it fucking drips down my legs when I show up at her place in front of all her friends. With a full tank and ever unyielding bumps on the speeding highway, I have no choice but to fucking hold it. I keep repeating to myself I won’t go here (Though the opposing thought did seem viable at a time like this, so long as I could just get it into the glove-compartment). After the episode is done, the highway has started moving again and I’m fast approaching the Bloor St. exit.

So close yet so far, the worst part of the drive has got to be the long stretch of Bloor st., before I can get to Liz’s building. I consider ditching the car on the street and quickly duck into a MacDonald’s and grace their urinals with a high pressure golden-blast session (but no). I soldier on even on the verge of exploding in my pants, until I pull into her underground parking, shuffle over to the Timmy’s around the corner, and power blast a hole through their porcelain.

At her place (a.k.a Dressing Room), everybody is scrambling to prep their costumes and doing last-minute stuff. James is being painted green in the kitchen by Rae and Adri, while Sarah is busy finishing up her costume at the dinner table. The wonder twins (Alex and Nikki) invariably look stunning in their costumes, while Cameron is trying on different “man-chests” to go with her ‘Disco-Vegeta’ cosplay, barely acknowledging my being there (So Why the fuck did she want me here? To be their fucking chauffeur?). I chit-chat with both Alex and Lianne for about 15 minutes, before plunking down on a leather armchair and play a quick session of “Worms-3D” on my cell, so as not to get bored and listless. Everyone is pretty much dressed in their shiny ‘Disco’ gear and looking like giant candies with legs. The girls do some pre-party dancing in the apartment before we are ready to take off. On our way out, I point out to Cameron that our picture is knocked down, and she tells me brusquely, “it’s just knocked down.” (While reaching for your cereal? But whatever! We need to move). With that, we divvy up the posse amongst two cars (James, Rae, Adri and Liz in my car) and head out to the dance.

We get to the JCCC at about quarter to nine, I drop the kids off at the entrance, as it’s starting to rain, and then I pull into a vacant spot and rendezvous with them at the front door. On our way in, some guy has mistaken James for “The Mask” (‘cause he’s green and in a pimp suit), but Disco-Piccolo takes it in stride and walks on like a fucking champ. Once inside, the gang purchase their tickets/wristbands at the front door, then we wade through the throngs of costumed-teenagers, some flaunting so much that it ought to be illegal, and make our way into the lobby. We are chatted up by fellow cosplay-acolytes and fans alike. Shortly thereafter, I break away from the group to get my ticket as well. Cameron catches up to me. She then phones up the twins to find out their whereabouts. Turns out, they’re having trouble finding the place, so we advise them to head toward the major intersectio... ]]> ~Jodimus http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/15260658/ http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/15260658/ Sun, 28 Oct 2007 15:51:17 PDT At work, I wade through the mind-numbing practise of paperwork as fast as I can, thinking I could leave early if I finished early. Boulderdash!
With the fire alarm goes off at 888 Birchmount at 11 a.m., many puzzled bank staff start flooding out of the building, not sure whether it is a drill or the real deal. I then promptly get over there not sure whether it’s a drill or the real deal. On my way to the building in distress, I catch up with one of the building operators and he explains to me that this isn’t a big deal, so He asks me to get on the PA and announce it as a false alarm. Since Richard, too, has arrived at 888, he winds up stepping up the plate and makes the announcement.
After people have gone back to their respective floors and cubicles(cages), I head back to the station and resume my regular programming. I process some picture badges for a few newcomers, including a hot milf. She wants a good picture, and even offers a variety of poses for her picture badge (Smokin’, but with Richard sitting behind his desk a few feet opposite to me, I have to act professional and hide my hard-on underneath the keyboard tray (then I ask her to bite her bottom lip for me) and snap a pic of her then send her on her merry way.

On my way home from work, I drop by First Markham for some chow, then over to Chapters to catch up on the latest Painter mags. At home, I check my email & IFX, make a Cosplay.com account, throw some gym clothes on and slog on the treadmill for 20 mins at the gym. Post gym, I click open the nudes and tug one out, shower then continue to play catch-up with my diary (only 2 days behind). Once that’s done, I log on to MSN to peep who’s online and chit-chat with the frazzled Cameron for a bit. She laments she couldn’t sleep well for the past couple of nights due to zero ventilation in her room. Ever the sweet paramour, I get dressed, grab the fan from my room and drive to her pad by 11:15 p.m.

Liz is thoroughly surprised when I call from the intercom. She then buzzes me up, and welcomes me in with a warm embrace. I show her how the fan works, and she shows me her Feminism class assignment that she needs to complete by 9 a.m. We wax intellect on the subject (‘cause the guy who jerks off to Maxim knows SO much about the subject). I bow out a little past midnight, then head home and climb into bed.

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Once there (only 30 minutes late. Fucking alarm clock!), Leroy fills me in on a whole lot of nothing that took place over night, then it’s off to the café I go for some breakfast. Post-breakfast, I steamroll ahead with the daily bullshit paperwork, and when it’s over, there are really just two things to look forward to, Lunch and being relieved by the next shift (Not THAT way, you fucking sickos!). Since the next shift won’t arrive ‘til 3:45p.m., I’ll just have to settle for lunch. Richard, then, comes up and activates the screensaver on the piece of shit computer adjacent to his office. He gestures me over, and shows me the flamboyant 3D text that eventually reads, “Fuck Nightshift!”. He pauses for a beat before asking me why I did that. I go, “‘cuz that’s how I felt…..and it’s the only thing that fits!”, and with the lecture over, I head over to the café to grab some lunch. Afterwards, I get back to the station and attend to a few mundane affairs, then I duck into the CBRE office and chit-chat with the guys there ‘til it’s time to go home.

On the way home, I stop by First Markham Square to grab a light snack (a coffee and a roast-beef sandwich), then Aki calls me up. We chat about the vicious IFX-flame war between us (and tells me how he made some corrections on my painting and posted it online), as well as going over some fine-art stuff and realize how much we suck at life-drawing and shit. So, we arrange for a drawing session at the Timmy’s near Kennedy and 407 (Yes! It’s that same shitty one and rightly so. You’ll see why in a minute.) at a later time.

I eagerly head home to check my email, and the “corrected”-yet-bias version of my portrait on IFX. We continue our bickering on who’s right and who’s gay over MSN, and realize it’s the difference in our monitor-settings that kindled the on-going feud (He’s still gay!). Following that, Cameron starts chatting me up, as she’s taking a short break from her Feminism Class assignment, that’s worth 20%. Before I know it, Liz has stopped communicating and off to her readings again. With that, I head over to the said Tim Hortons and meet with Aki to do some gesture studies, which looks like he’s doing a stake out and recording pictorial information on random strangers. About 45 minutes in, we disband and I go home to check email, update the diary, shower, then crawl into bed and passed out.

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At her place, we chill on the couch and shoot the shit. Mostly shit about her fetishes and the party, but Cameron is strong and refuses to give up that juicy tidbit after being probed many many many many times (Oh! Grow up!). We cuddle on the couch for a while, before catching the TTC and make our way to ‘Crispy Roll’ for dinner. Post dinner, Cameron and I walk to the “Scotiabank Theatre” to watch “30 Days of Night”. Having sat through the long stretch of rolling credits, Liz and I make a stop at a Timmy’s adjacent to her building before going back to her place.

Once there, I hang out in her balcony for a bit (Air!!!), then the pig-tailed one hands me a Wii-mote and we start playing some Mario Bros (I suppose that’s her idea of foreplay). Since we both seem to suck balls at this game, we decide to quit ahead and cuddle on the couch some more; then Cameron climbs on top of me and we make-out. Thereafter, we decide to call it a night. I bid her good night and go warp-speed on the fucking DVP and make it to my building a little past 1 a.m.

The exterior of my building is darker than usual; every light in the whole building is out. Oddly enough this place’s got enough juice from the back-up generator to operate enough lights in the garage as well as the elevators. I reach into my bag and fish out a mini L.E.D flashlight on the ride up. With that in hand, I open the door and the fucking cats scurry into the hallway. I lure them back in with some treats, and resume my quest for shower. I take out a Mag-lite from my room, unscrew the top to turn it into a candle, then I plant it atop the lid and shower. It’s no McGyver but it gets the job done. Then, I move to my room with my laptop and fall asleep to a slideshow of Con pics.

]]> ~Jodimus http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/15191073/ http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/15191073/ Tue, 23 Oct 2007 16:45:17 PDT GO home. Check posts on IFX and chit chat with a few people on MSN. Finally get to talk to Liz. I ask her how her fetish party went on Sat and we discuss plans for watching “30 days of night” the next day. Shortly thereafter, I catch up on my journal. Shower and hit the sack.

]]> ~Jodimus http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/15165773/ http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/15165773/ Sun, 21 Oct 2007 21:55:24 PDT Liz calls me on the cell and we chat briefly, then I go through all the paper work and clear the desk for my laptop. I watch “An Evening with Kevin Smith 2” and MORE ‘Trinity Blood’, then I have an hour-long “AOE II” session before swinging by the “Quiet room” at 6:45 a.m. and pass out on one of their massage chairs, till my newbie friend fucking wakes me up on the walkie-talkie at 7:30 a.m.. Over the radio, he laments that there are lots of people waiting for me at the station. Not knowing whatever the fuck he meant, I hurry back to the station to find 2 people standing in said location. I let them pass, and watch a few more episodes of ‘Trinity Blood’ until the afternoon shift shows up to relief me, then I head home and do some relieving of my own. Change and go to sleep at 1:15 p.m..
My cell wakes my ass at 5:30p.m., which leaves me just enough time to shower, shit and get changed before heading out to meet James at the Don Mills station.
I pick him up and drive over to the Ramen place, but since I refuse to wait 7 minutes for a table, we promptly move to the Boston Pizza next door. We wind up waiting longer for the food to arrive but goddammit! I stand by my decision! Post dinner, I grab a drink from Starbucks before taking James to my place to hit the 360. At about 11:30, I start getting sick from James’s shifty motion in BioShock (4 hours of sleep), so I drive him back to the station and send him off.
Get home and check my posts on IFX, shower and fall asleep watching “Trigun”.

]]> ~Jodimus http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/15149617/ http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/15149617/ Sat, 20 Oct 2007 21:45:57 PDT “He sure left in a hurry. Did you fire him?”
Richard pauses for a beat.
“Yes! Sunday is his last shift here.”
“Thanks!”
“Your memo is very professional! “…memory of a gold fish” and “Dude”??”
“Yeah! I was very emotional when I wrote it.”
Change into my street clothes. Drive to a restaurant near my place for some breakfast. Head home (sweet fucking home!) to deploy my laptop on the dinning table, and check email and posts on IFX, while chatting with a few peeps on MSN. Change into something more comfortable and crawl into bed at 11am then fall asleep watching “Lazy Town”.
I get up at 5:20 p.m.. Check my email and make a few replies on IFX, then jump in the shower, get dressed and off to find me some ‘breakfast’. Talk to Aki briefly on the cell, but he’s too tired to come out and chill before I go to work (Some people are so selfish!). I play “Crush” on the PSP-2k as I wait for my food to come, but then the battery withdraws prematurely and I’m now goddamn starved and bored. Post ‘breakfast’, I go home to get changed, check some messages on the board, then call the elusive Cameron on her cell and leave her a message. Following that I sack out on the couch to watch ‘Conqueror of Shambala’ on YTV, before bowing out at 11:00 p.m.

]]> ~Jodimus http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/15125382/ http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/15125382/ Fri, 19 Oct 2007 07:01:18 PDT I opt for take-out instead since I have the urge to watch ‘Dr. Who’ on the Inter-web. With foam container in hand, I hurry home. Plant my ass in front of the Mac and load an episode of said show, but that shit takes forever to load so I watch “Devil May Cry”(The Anime) on Youtube instead. Pretty cool show, but it would be a helluva lot better if the show were made into OVAs instead. Check email and posts on IFX. Buttkiss! I fire up Photoshop on my laptop in the living room and do some painting exercises, before tackling the portrait that I started on previous night. Tackling portrait on the G4. My cat protests verbally then he perches right on my fucking tablet (Now I want to tackle this fucker too!!)! Since I couldn’t concentrate I hop onto the lappy for a bit to check on my torrent (only 23%) and some messages, then lie on the couch and watch “RUNDOWN”. My pussy does the same and eventually falls asleep on my chest. I take this cue to ditch that mofo on the couch and get back to my painting. 30 minutes in, I stand up and observe the painting from afar (the living room seems far enough); then I start chit-chatting with some peeps on MSN. Liz hooks me up with some unmentionable pics of the past, while Jimmy and I discuss plans for Saturday night. Amidst of those unholy transfers, Liz slyly slips me a photo of herself in a “Chicago”-esque outfit from one of her theatre productions. What a sight for sore eyes (nuts)! It’s like seeing Princess Leia in her Gold Bikini for the first time! After the Cameron-induced boner has waned, I continue finessing the portrait for about an hour and a half then off to Grand Hill for dinner about 9pm. Return home to add some final touches to the portrait and post it on DevArt.
Hop in the shower and dreading the long night ahead. Get dressed while dreading the same thing, then stuff my laptop in my backpack and it’s go time. (Fucking nightshift!!)

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]]> ~Jodimus http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/13044229/ http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/13044229/ Mon, 21 May 2007 21:15:02 PDT 's skit contest, that takes place on the first day of the ANime North Convention. That's this Friday. Meanwhile, I'm working on a Freelance project that doesn't interest me in anyway as an Artist at all. It's neither challenging nor creative. A monkey with a t-square could do it(and I let my 'employer' know it.)! FInally, I am developing a new picture which I hope to unveil on here within the next month or so; providing that I could concentrate on it long enough without wiggling out to the Driving Range.

]]> ~Jodimus http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/11520100/ http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/11520100/ Sun, 21 Jan 2007 16:13:17 PST I maybe good-looking, charming and funny but that's not good enough for me. I want more! I want to beat these people! I don't know how, but I'll figure out a way.

heh I hope said people are reading this, because I have something I need to ask them.

'Suck my Nuts!"は日本語に何ですか？　

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All in all, it was an interesting experience, much similar to the time I lined up to get tickets for Star Wars Episode 1. Why DID I do that again? Oh yeah! Double-edged Lightsabre and Natalie Portman!!


For those who're interested in seeing my mini-doc for the MARVEL science exhibition, click on the link below.
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Now I go sleepy......

]]> ~Jodimus http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/10501715/ http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/10501715/ Tue, 24 Oct 2006 20:21:39 PDT This knowledgeable individual might be the assistance I needed to inspire me and fuel my determination to getting my 'Superman' physique. Having said that, I feel sorry for the poor bastard for talking to me. Right off the bat, I think I might've ruined his shoulder in mid-workout. YOu see. I was spotting him while he was pushing to complete his FINAL set. So to be nice, I took it upon myself to egg him on into producing a few extra reps.

"C'mon, you lard-ass! One more.....I KNOW you can do it!", and he did.

"Now! Do another one!" I ordered, "Do it for Jesus!!!"

He did....just barely.

I'm not religious in any way shape or form, but um.....at the time, it seemed like a funny thing to say in a gym. Try it out sometime.

]]> ~Jodimus http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/10028783/ http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/10028783/ Sun, 10 Sep 2006 13:20:36 PDT ~Jodimus http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/9612592/ http://Jodimus.deviantart.com/journal/9612592/ Sat, 05 Aug 2006 22:39:36 PDT Finally, Did anyone notice the distant relative of Dr Zoidberg? Davy Jones. I'll bet HE knows where to find "Nemo"! ]]> ~Jodimus