Listening to a CD in a store, is occasionally rendered difficult by Karaoke types who are unaware that they are singing quite loudly to whatever it is that they are listening to, on the headphones "next door".

I am not sure what it was, as the chap seemed to only know the chorus, and, (unless the tune itself was particularly tuneless), there was a larger than "acceptable" number of keyless notes issuing from his mouth.
Turning up the volume on my headset was of no use.
I'll go back later and try again. Maybe I'll encounter a delightful barbershop quartet gathered around a single headphone, singing in dulcet harmony. One never knows...

Rest assured, if you delight in singing along to that which you are listening to - in store, where none of us have the benefit of knowing the rest of the music - I am not, repeat, not a musical producer on the lookout for an undiscovered musical talent to take advantage of.

Your talents are quite quite quite quite quite safe from me.
;)

I think it's time I contemplated getting rid of the yellow colour scheme around this place. The pixels are fading in the sun. And I know if I remove that gif, there'll be a darker square of yellow behind it, to show me just how long it's been up there. No, the gif can stay - I've grown accustomed to its face. :)

*****

The gymnasium that I have begun attending (yes, *someone's* hit their thirties wall of sendentary behaviour for too long!), has a secret special nifty thing - the steamroom! It is small, and box-like, it's all tiled, and has the most wonderful resonance for singing in! (Provided no-one else is around, and it's mostly dark - i.e. not long before closing time.)
One can practise one's Mongolian Ella Fitzgerald Throat-Singing airs, with perfect impunity. And the steam makes for happy skin goodness at the same time. "Joy!"

I feel the weight of bluescreen oppression!!
Naturally this provokes me to rebel in my own way. Had a bit of fun with one of Beatallica's songs - "I want To Choke your Band", in an animated form! Go here, if you want to checky checky this out.

;)

So... Hellboy... (no spoilers)

Rocks!!
Hooray! Ron Perlman is great, indeed, all of the actors were excellent. It is a really comfortable movie to watch.
It is not another Spiderman - I prefer it to Spiderman. If Spiderman is a big commercial hamburger restaurant chain, then Hellboy is a locally run burger joint that "makes really good burgers". (Satisfying ones!)
Although there are effects (obviously) in Hellboy, the movie does not "rely" on them, because there is very solid (and personable) acting from all, which is what really carries the film. (As it should be.)! There's nice work done with 'Abe', too.
My thoughts - "Dear Lordie, a 'comics based' film that deals well with character & interaction, using excellent actors who do a great job with their roles."
It gets a big red righthand thumbs up, here!

Pleased with myself for doing a bit of animation, in a fit of pique at having not done anything for a while! It's very short, has no sound, and may not be worth the download time, but heck, I did it, and here's a link to the page where it can be downlud (like downloaded, only much more subtle and meaningful!).
"LINK" !
And here's a picture of the little guy.
Ain't he cute? Awwww! - or as others have said, "Ewwww! What's that?"


For other visual weirdness, you can flick to my other blog (the sedentary travel one, referred to in the little box next to the big "animbus") and enjoy an experiment in wiggly vision.
:)
Whizzbangs! Off to see Hellboy tonight.

Grrrr! Tax!
I tell ya, I wanted to bite some of the paper that I couldn't find earlier this evening. I wanted to rend all those accounts from paper limb to paper limb. Growl! Gnash! Bite! Savage! Grr Grr Grr!
Dammit, now that it's over and done, I'm going to perform a visual pun. I'd like to call it: "Tax Dodging" (...gets up, skips over and dances lightly between all the papers littering the lounge-room floor...).
Go on. Laugh, you accountants, like I know you want to. But when it's brought out as an Irish dance stage extravaganza ("Paperdance, Lord of the Tax"), you'll regret it. And I will be the star, for I have earned by the sweat of my brain tonight, the right to dance over every single damn piece of paper in my "box of reckoning". All that effort just for a few measley dollars - I don't know why I bother - showbusiness, pah.
When I audition for accountants to be my backing line-dancers, you'll find the ad right here.
(Applicants must hold at least a three year degree and be a practising accountant, there will be special consideration for those who are chartered. Applicants must also be able to hop from one foot to the other, with a reasonable sense of timing, and the ability to keep their arms straight is a bonus. Shoes will cost 19.5 % extra, for those who fail to bring their own, as calculated in column B, page 65, in a book with tiny writing and lots of boxes of its own devising.)
Penalties for late applications will apply, and I'll make up the rest as I go along.

Renee, I'm thinking of having a line of professional fainting doctors as a special Busby Berkley theatrical tribute. Are you in? We'll also try and line up some newborns to slide along a specially greased portion of the stage into some fluffy towels. It'll be heartwarming and special!
And Juzzza, try and come up with some suitable toe-tappin' music. I'm counting on ya! (accountancy pun not intended...)

See? Tax does strange things to the mind. Get yourself an exciting and professionally trained accountant today! (Preferably one with the secret skills of a ninja, sunglasses like Agent Smith's, and sparkly white teeth that gleam.)
Me, I'm going to get myself into a lovely warmed bed. Nighty night!

I need to develop a device.
The "Gilliomancy" device, by means of which, I shall divine the course of my life by the works of Terry Gilliam.
Watched "Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas" a couple of nights back, and realised how uncannily the tone of the piece reflected how I feel in that awful time of post wake-up, pre arrival-at-work, state. (90% of it whilst I'm still in bed, and not attempting to evade the law of horizontal gravity at all.)

The rest of the time, it seems to be a combination of Perry from The Fisher King, Jabberwocky/The Holy Grail, and some of his early animation.

Tiny Rant! - I'm particularly fucked off by the local news broadcasts of late! What the fuck are they giving top billing to the "waiting for trial" antics of a local crim' for? Do the programmers think I want to be amused by this guy? Or to shake my head and go "tsk tsk?" at his behaviour? It's not NEWS. And it ain't entertainment either, not to me.
Being so terribly adult and all, I jammed my headphones on my head (they play the evening news where I work), and refused to pay any more attention until the article was over.
Then I just continued working, and listening to my music, anyway!
Last night I put my fingers in my ears and went la-la-la, while watching the ceiling!
Is the news another "reality *coughfckoff* tv show"? Mmm - I suppose it always was. (My brows are making wrinkles over this disturbing thought...)

Here's another word. Vegeucation! (the kind of learning you'll get from watching all those reality shows/news extravaganzas!)
Are you Vegeucated yet?
:D

Must remember to step outside my head for a breather..
Will go and listen to the Blue Öyster Cult again! (A recent discovery of a band that's been around for a very long time.)
Laaaa, la la la la...

And now.... Dr R. Liang's guide to successful swooning for beginners.

Step 1. Facing in the direction of your choice, bend slowly at the knees.
Step 2. As you bend your knees, swivel your body 90 degrees to the right (or to the left, if you are left handed, or just feeling contrary.)
Step 3. Bring your left kneee to rest on the floor (or your right knee, if you have turned to the left).
Step 4. Now, take your left hand (or right) and extend it along the floor, as you slide gracefully onto your side. Remember to watch your speed. Excessive graceful sliding may cause carpet burn.

Point to remember. Avoid flicking your legs up in the air after landing on the floor, as it renders the effect less graceful. Also, grinning is less than convincing, even if your eyes are closed with all sincerity.

By this Caveat, Animbus & the good Doctor take no responsibility for your actions or that of the consequenses of your actions. We believe in the application of common sense. To the forehead. In a fluffy white towel.