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I call him... Megakeen!

Yep.

I got nothin’.

( worthless recluse )

I can’t remember the last time I felt good about myself.

Commander Keen @ Toronto’s Comic Con

I went to Toronto’s version of Comic Con last month.  It was free to get in, so I figured I might as well check it out.
It was small as expected, all held in one huge room, so it was basically a lot of comic book and toy vendors set up, and with a small Artist’s Alley kind of thing, where artists sold and/or commissioned artwork.

I decided to recycle my Commander Keen costume and pogo-sticked around the place a bit… I’ve gotten waaaay better at pogo sticking, by the way. 90 jumps in a row is my newest record!

Retro video game characters, at MY comic convention? It makes no sense, but it's more likely than you think!

Non-stop Visitations to Silent Hill

So I’ve finally gotten around to playing the Silent Hill games for the first time! I kind of missed out when they first arrived, so I’ve polished off the first two within the last week. Read more below…

I had to, I really did…

Pink dalek building made in Spore! Fear the cuteness!

I finally saw Wall-E!

It’s amazing how so much can be felt when so little is said. Read more below…

Messing around in Spore…

So I’ve been messing around with the Spore Creature Creator, and here’s a bunch of stuff I’ve made!

Anime North Aftermath!

So, I’ve been able to rest a bit after the crazy weekend.

It was awesome. What a great first convention experience.
I was surprised people recognized my costume (around 20 people came up and told me) and about half of that took photos too!

Commander Keen!

Over the past little while, I’ve been putting together my Commander Keen cosplay costume for Anime North, which will be my first ever convention!

A dream that has been plaguing me as of late.

I had a dream earlier. No, not a dreamcast.

But nonetheless, I’m afraid to wonder about its symbolism.

So, here’s this young woman, maybe 26 years old, writing a novel about the horrors of life, but in a much deeper context – I cannot for the life of me remember much else about the writing itself. And here she goes, this young woman with her whole life ahead of her, and somehow flattens herself through the laminating/scanning machine whilst screaming, screaming, always screaming. And the copy that comes out after her body filters through and is bleeding everywhere – is just frightening as fuck. Her face is contorted, her body is mangled. The book is finished, the copies have leaked out, her body on top. Her current mate comes to the office where she was working on it, and discovers her, screams like a little girl when he discovers the remains of his once-vibrant partner. The book itself is thereafter known as being haunted. It frightens me. This woman was so fucking afraid of what she had discovered whilst writing that she felt the need to get away. The rest of the dream took place at subway stations where she had been spotted. She chased me throughout Sherbourne and I was afraid for my life. I couldn’t find my way home and it was agitating. Frustrating, that no one came to my aid. Yonge subway had taken a detour and was going down to what was now thought of as the ‘haunted section’ (at least in the dream) in which I was far too afraid to venture into. I began reading her writing, her haunting descriptions, and I too felt the need to simply leave. To escape what had been haunting her since the dawn of time, because NO ONE should have been forced to go through this. I stayed though – continuing to read and pour the toxic information into my mind. Somehow, I managed to stay. I had reached some plateau where it all didn’t matter. I don’t remember much else about the dream, and I’m not sure I want to.