Further Sneak Preview of The Adventures of Catman and Spandex Boy

This is a little snippet from a little farther along the story that I especially enjoy… and hope you will do the same.

Moments after arriving, tired and thirsty, our heroes each guzzled a glass of water then dashed into their laboratory and began setting up their analytical equipment. Then Spandex Boy, the more technologically proficient of the two, began the analyzation of the minuscule hunk of red plastic that they’d found, while Catman went into the kitchen to see if the pancakes Spandex Boy had made three days earlier were still any good; which they weren’t.
Two long hours passed. The night was getting stale and Catman, who had been unsuccessful in his quest for a tasty snack, was beginning to feel sleepy. He decided to check on his mate and see how analyzations were coming along. He walked into the laboratory only to find Spandex Boy standing in the middle of a puddle, with his head and arms down between his wide-spread legs, seemingly trying to drink a glass of water upside-down.
“What are you doing?” Catman asked, quite possibly feeling more curious than he had ever felt before.
“I have something pretty unbelievable to show you.” Spandex replied, as he stood up straight, with water pouring down his face. “The first time I saw it, I nearly died. The second time, I nearly threw up. And the third time, I got a wicked case of the hiccups that I haven’t been able to get rid of since!”

That’s all for the time being.
Until we meet again, have a better than average day!


The Ongoing Adventures of Catman & Spandex Boy

Below is another little snippet of the unfolding adventure, just to keep you curious.

Noon was fast approaching when Catman and Spandex Boy finally arrived to meet with Phoenix, who was not impressed.
“Boys.” She greeted our heroes, scowling. “I was assured you were sent for first thing this morning.”
“No kidding,” Spandex Boy quickly responded. “We hadn’t even eaten our breakfast before Bernard–”
“We’re sorry, Phoenix.” Catman interjected. “The Meowtercycle’s getting some upgrades. We had to take our boards.” Catman raised his longboard towards Phoenix, then pointed it at Spandex Boy, who had remarkably (as is the hero way) duct taped his skateboard to his back.
“Lovely.” Phoenix replied, with little-to-no sincerity.

That’s it! I shan’t give too much away too soon.


More will come, eventually.
Until then, have a better than average day!


There’s a phrase I heard a while back that really caught my attention… And I’m here at a hair salon, waiting for my wife (ah who am I kidding, you know me I’m here for hours every day – just can’t get enough), trying to remember what the phrase actually was.

It goes something like…

“Method is where science and art meet.”

Not exactly that… but something like it.
And ’cause (I detest the word “cuz”) I’ve got some time to kill, rather than look it up, I’m just gonna try and think it out (No! There is no try! Only do, or do not).

“Art and science meet in method.”

Hmm, that feels closer, not quite though.

What it’s referring to is fairly clear. The art of science vs. the science of art. Well, not so much “vs”… more the opposite of that.

It’s kind of showing how these two feilds at extreme opposite ends (theoretically) actually are very similar. Just a cool concept you don’t often think about (well, at least I don’t … At least, not until lately).

So, after giving up on my own mind to come up with the words, I’ve defaulted to the good ol’ inner-web to look up the actual phrase (something that turned out to be much more difficult than I expected … and 20 minutes later, here we are).

“Art and science have their meeting point at method.”
-Edward G. Bulwer-Tyller

Hmm… I could have sworn I remebered the quote sounding cooler than that, but, I guess not. Maybe it does still sound cool but my expectations were just too high. I was secretly hoping for something a lot more thought provoking and different from what I’d guessed at.

Anyways… that’s it for me for now. Jay’s just about finished up (and I’m done doing my obvious gawking at all the amazing kinds of shampoos andconditioners and gells and colours and sprays and other “product” … which in my opinion “hair stuff” is a plenty good enough term for).

So, until we meet again, have a better than average day!

Posted from an iPhone… I’ve done my best to ensure propper spelling, but I really can’t be sure… so apologies for any typos.


So… a few days ago I was watching a movie with a friend of mine (actually, two friends of mine and a wife of mine) and a Beatles song came on (or “a The Beatles song”?) and long story short, I ended up making a short list of my three favorite bands (The Beatles being among them). After some thought, though, I realized that that list may not have been as accurate as I had initially meant it to be. So, I thought it suitable to perhaps go through some of my all time favorites and such. I’ve actually been working on a greater list of musical influences and appreciations and such… but for now, these little things will give you a taste of where my head is at when it comes to the world of music.

Favorite Bands:
The Beatles

Favorite Solo Artists:
Michael Jackson
José González
Bobby McFerrin
Paul Simon

Favorite “Christian” Artists: (theme is only by chance… and upbringing)
Matt Redmon
Kevin Prosch
David Ruis
Norm Strauss
Andrew Smith
Malcolm Petch (yes)

Favorite Musicians:
Glenn Gould
The Edge
Jimmy Page
Hmm… there must be more. Just not thinking right now.

Favorite Local Artists (past and present):
Ari Neufeld
Secret & Whisper

Honourable Mentions:
Tegan & Sara
The White Stripes
Our Lady Peace
Leslie Feist
Sara McLachlan
Robert Pattinson (mwahaha – just kidding)

Haha, I just realized that all my “favourites” are men … oh wow, and all the “honourable mentions” are either ladies, have a lady in the group, or have the word lady in the group name (aside from Mr. Pattinson, which was a joke to begin with). Completely unintentional, I assure you.

So, feel free to comment excessively… on which of my favourites you agree with, think are crazy, or think I must have forgotten. And until we meet again…

Have a better than average day.

A Preview of The Adventures of Catman and Spandex Boy

Hello all,

The words you read below contain the first page of the current draft of the adventure, Masked Menace Mayhem. If you would be so kind as to comment, informing me of what you like and don’t like about the story so far, or where it feels like it’s going… anything really… that would be greatly appreciated. Feel free to pass a link along to your friends and family ;).

Many thanks!

It starts…

“Je suis a pizza! Je suis a pizza!” Spandex Boy chanted while prancing about in his blue spandex suit and apron, making pancakes, in the kitchen of our hero’s lair. It was going to be a good day. He and Catman had returned from the Von Sheik family reunion the night before, and after having a good night’s rest, the two of them were going to spend the day searching for new bugs to add to their esteemed collection. Needless to say, Spandex Boy was very excited.

“It smells scrumptious in here,” Catman announced as he entered the kitchen wearing nothing but his usual garb: A pair of blue and gold basketball shorts, aviators, blue moon-boots, and a handkerchief (not to mention the feline body parts that he had developed after ‘the incident’). “How long ‘til breakfast is ready?” He asked.
“Just a couple more minutes,” Spandex Boy replied as he wiped his hands on his apron. “I’m trying something new with this batch of pancakes. I think you’ll really like ‘em!”

This intrigued Catman. He was about to ask Spandex Boy to elaborate, but before he had a chance to speak, the phone rang. “On screen,” Catman commanded as he motioned for Spandex Boy to join him in the front room.
The window into the front yard flickered momentarily, then the head and shoulders of a thin, dark-haired man appeared where a luscious green lawn could be seen only moments before.

“Good morning, Bernard,” spoke the fearless Catman. “To what do we owe this… you calling us?”
“I’m afraid, I have some rather unfortunate news,” Bernard replied. “It seems that while you were away, a masked menace has been wreaking (or, causing) havoc (or, widespread destruction) throughout the city (or, incorporated municipal centre). Several children have even become relatively distraught.”

“That’s terrible!” Catman exclaimed, shortly before becoming somewhat confused. “But what does this have to do with us?” He then said. “As you are fully aware, we deal strictly with maidens in distress, M.I.D.’s, if you will.”

“Yes, well, a young lady by the name of Jane Brody has been reported missing. We are convinced that it is the work of the masked menace.” Bernard replied, blinking a total of four times.

“Say no more!” Spandex Boy called out, “We’re all over it!” He then looked over at Catman and performed a less-than-discrete wink.

“Very well,” said Bernard, “I leave the two of you with one word of advice. Jane Brody is not part of any royal, wealthy, nor otherwise celebrated family, so be sure that she does not get any extra special treatment.”

“You have our word, Bernard.” Catman replied. “Until we meet again!”

“Indeed,” Bernard said back, just before ending the video conference.

“Does this mean our bug collecting plans are canceled?” Spandex Boy asked Catman, with a noticeable amount of disappointment in his voice.

“No, not canceled,” Catman responded, “but certainly postponed until further notice.” Catman looked around the room. “Come on!” he proclaimed, “we’ve got to get ready!” And with that, our heroes raced off to the secret lair’s secret room, where they kept all of there secret things.

It pauses momentarily…


Alright, that’s it for now…
So, until we meet again, have a better than average day!

Defendor… among other things.

Defendor is a great movie, in case you ever get a chance to see it. There wasn’t a whole lot of promotion on this one. I don’t recall it ever making it to theatres (at least not here in Kelowna). Only a couple trailers online and a poster or two in places many folks may not travel.

It’s a great film that I expected to be an enjoyable comedy. It was enjoyable, and there was definitely comic parts in there, but it had so much more that really made it into an excellent film. Some people said it was too much like Kick Ass… but news for those folks, this one came first. I, myself, haven’t seen Kick Ass and can’t currently comment on there similarities.
A more detailed review will be available shortly on blogcritics.org, care of yours truly.

And on to other things…

I really don’t have much to say. I thought I’d have more… but for now I don’t.
I think I’m going to try and write more frequently, and less in-depth. I huge blog once a month will not do nearly as well as a relatively small one, every couple of days.

So… until we meet again, have a better-than-average day.

Expectations… and U2 – The Early Years

I felt inspired to write about something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately. Expectations, and their effect on how I perceive a piece of art (usually a movie, cd, or tv show … but even books on the rather rare occasion that I get around to reading one – even more rarely reading one “suggested” to me).

I find that it is very easy for me to get the idea that (for example) a certain movie is going to be really good, but when I actually see it, I find myself disappointed when the movie didn’t reach my high expectations. On the flip side, if I’ve heard that a movie is really one of the lamest movies that I’ll ever see, and for some reason I decide to watch it, I find that I’m often surprised by the entertainment value of that movie. There are many exceptions to that (terrible movies that turn out to be terrible, great turning out great, mediocre/mediocre, yadda yadda) but there certainly seems to be a pattern.

And with that, I realize I’ve basically said all I was hoping to say about expectations (seems like my expectations of what this blog was going to be about were a little off) and come to the conclusion that this is not worth blogging about… at least not this alone.

So, without further ado…

U2 – The Early Years

I, myself, am a big U2 fan. They are most certainly in my top 3 favorite bands of all time, and probably even one of my top 50 favorite bands from Ireland (yes, that last part was a joke – though it’s obviously true). If you look through my cd collection (at the time of writing this… no guarantees 15 years from now, when you’ll obviously be referring back to this article for some reason) you’ll see mostly single album per band collection (with occasional 2, 3, or 4 for the select few) and then you’ll get down to the U’s and find 11 of the 12 U2 studio albums nice and neatly smushed together. That is because I think U2 is awesome. Not everyone shares my opinion, and that’s ok.

So, the thing with me (or what used to be the thing with me) is that I tend to already know what I like, and will just listen to that. This basically meant that I listened to All That You Can’t Leave Behind and How To Dismantle An Atomic Bomb a lot. And the fact that I bought 7 of their albums all at the same time didn’t help much… because I then didn’t have that “Oh I got a new cd, I’m going to listen to the whole thing of that ‘one'” vibe going. So, I listened to the whole things of their two most recent releases that had played on the radio a ton (as well as classic, The Joshua Tree), and I already knew most, and liked all, of their songs. The others albums (including Rattle and Hum, Achtung Baby, Zooropa, and Pop) that I’d gotten at the same time each were grazed through (more intently listening to some of the songs I’d heard before and less intently/often listening to the other, already less popular, songs), but over all I’d never paid much attention to them.

Not long after the ‘remastered’ versions of their older work was released I found myself snatching a couple of those up (namely Boy, October, and War) thinking, “yeah, I like U2,” but (honestly and shamefully) not doing any more than copying them to itunes. And so, all that to say, all this time I’ve basically been basing my large appreciation for U2 on about half of their released material (or about 8.5% if you count the near-countless remixes and alternate versions of a number of different songs of theirs).

That changed near the beginning of this month, when I felt mysteriously inspired to listen to some of the older U2 material (again… namely Boy, October, and War), and just let the CD play through. I found myself surprisingly surprised. There were a few classics (Electric Co., Gloria, Sunday Bloody Sunday, 40, etc.), which I knew about and expected, but a majority of these albums I’d never before heard. So, now, here I am having pumped my brain with nothing but pre-1987 U2 … and this is what I have to say (almost as if all that was just an introduction).

I hate U2. I can not bring myself to consider them artists any longer. The Edge sounds exactly the same in every song, and I refuse to consider them any greater than Monty Python‘s ‘Lovely bunch of coconuts’ band.

Just kidding. So, for real now, here’s what I’m getting at…

They have (or, I suppose, ‘had’) a lot more of a punk rock sound than I was expecting. It actually reminded me of seeing them in concert back in 2004 (the Vertigo tour – you know, “all those years ago”), when I came to a similar realization. Up until that concert, U2 had been a band that my Dad really liked, and a band that had 3 songs that I knew due to the radio and occasionally hearing their Elevation: Live from Boston concert DVD muffled through the wall. Actually hearing them in concert blew me away. They had so much more energy and presence than I was expecting, and they sounded a surprising lot more like many of what I thought were more aggressive rock bands that I had been listening to at the time.

I got the same sort of feeling from listening to these 3 early albums. There was a high level of energy and emotion in the music right from the beginning. The musicianship certainly wasn’t where it is today, but you can tell they have a big heart behind there simple playing style. The first two albums, Boy and October, were filled with very similar sounds on every track. Loud, heavily reverbed and delayed, and similarly played guitars, as well as semi-shouted vocals on nearly every track, certainly make many of the songs blend together in your head. It was not until their third album, War, that their recognizable “U2” sound really became more defined. Still, the music is unmistakably U2 and will much more likely be playing through my headphones/car stereo (and possibly even speakers at home) throughout the future.

And now, with little more to say, I will abruptly end what took me so long to start. I hope not too much of your time was wasted.

Until we meet again, have a better than average day.