The return of dj craicmonkey – Molly’s Epic Hair

A while ago I had posted a series of posters that I had designed. These posters were for fictitious gigs featuring fictitious performers, including the fictitious dj craicmonkey. I am not a DJ, nor am I a graphic designer, but I nevertheless like playing around with the idea of being both. Like I said, it’s been a while but here a new one I did the other day. The idea came from a text conversation between my wife, Allison and I while she was at our daughter’s gymnastics class.


It wasn’t until I did up the poster that I realised the name, Molly’s Epic Hair, abbreviates into the acronym “meh.” I particularly like that.Slightly Crimped

The Ungood Ukulele Player – End of Film

I had originally done this using a simple (not to mention quick and exhausting) down-stroke. I recently changed it up to include the up-stroke. The title came from my niece who mentioned that it sounded like something you’d hear during the end credits of a movie.

Tiki delights – Oahu

I have a small tiki collection; a very small collection. Recently I’ve been thinking about expanding my collection. Why? Why not! While I try to figure out how I should go about finding more tikis, besides asking friends who may be traveling to exotic locales to bring one back for me, I’ll share my meagre collection with you. This first one Allison and I bought while vacationing on the island of Oahu, Hawaii in 1998… I think.


Oahu, 1998?

Of spaceships, cracked helmets, and more spaceships

This past weekend I went with my family to see The LEGO Movie. It was my second time seeing it. I got to see a preview of it earlier with my daughter and both times I loved it! Of course there are lots of moments in the movie for the kids to laugh at, but I found there was even more for adults to enjoy; well, this adult at least. More than the humour, though, there was a nostalgic connection with my own childhood. Of special mention is the character Benny. Benny is a LEGO mini figure from the 80s. Benny is a spaceman. I had a few spacemen when I was young. I loved my LEGO space sets, and I loved how there were details in the movie that really hit home. For one, the insignia on Benny’s chest was partially rubbed off; that happened a lot to LEGO spacemen. Also, there is a crack in Benny’s helmet, right in the middle where it passes under the mouth; once again, spot on. When faced with technology, Benny assumes he can navigate it, he is spaceman after all, but he discovers that he is out of his depth. That is until he encounters 1980′s technology, which he can harness to do whatever he needs. Finally, there is the particular aspect of Benny’s personality that compels him to build spaceships; only spaceships. When I played with my space LEGO, it was inevitable that the only things I would build were spaceships or space stations. Several times in the movie Benny tries to answer the call to build, only to be told by the others that, no, a spaceship is not needed. He is of course crestfallen when his ships are rejected, but that only makes it all the more glorious when the time finally comes that a spaceship is needed. At this point, Benny goes manic and builds a magnificent juggernaut of a ship whilst shouting, “SPACESHIP! SPACESHIP!” I laughed out loud and I beamed with pride for Benny.

The real hero of the The LEGO Movie, if by hero you mean the best spaceship builder

The real hero of the The LEGO Movie, if by hero you mean the best spaceship builder

You may think it odd for me to go on about Benny, a film character based on a LEGO mini figure from the 80s, but Benny and all his spacemen friends are part of my childhood. I direct you to a previous post, All your Space LEGO base are belong to us, for some background. Suffice to say, Benny was my favourite character in The LEGO Movie.


This is a SPACESHIP!!!

This is a Spaceship, Spaceship, SPACESHIP!!!

"Hey, my name's Benny, too!" "So is mine!" "I'm Benny!" "Did someone mention the name, Benny?"

“We know Benny. He’s an awesome guy. Builds great spaceships.”

To the Literacy Van!

This month I will be taking on a new position with the Edmonton Public Library as a member of the EPL Literacy Van. What is the EPL Literacy Van? Oh, nothing to spectacular, just a roving van of awesomeness delivering library programming and digital literacy experiences to the citizens of Edmonton! Not your traditional bookmobile, epl2go is a mobile library branch that aims to connect the communities of Edmonton, particularly those communities which are currently under-served by EPL with the benefits of library programmes and membership services. Currently, Edmonton Public Library has 17 branches and 2 Lending Machines throughout the city, but Edmonton is a city that continues to grow. As a result, distance from and transportation to branches is one of the barriers faced by some of the communities in Edmonton. epl2go will work to break down this barrier as we bring EPL out to the communities. As well, we will be visiting various organizations and institutions who can benefit from EPL programmes and resources, both in the inner city and out in the new developments. In addition to simply being a presence in the community, we will also be focusing on digital literacy. As the world continues on toward the digital age, the library, as a both a centre and a facilitator of information, knowledge, and growth must strive to remain relevant; and with projects like epl2go, that is exactly what we are doing by focusing on digital literacy and programming that entices, challenges, and inspires people.

As of yet, Im not to sure what a typical day will look like. Essentially we, my two colleagues and I, will be building this thing from the ground up. It’s very exciting, but also more than a little frightening. I’m really don’t know what I’ve got myself into, but I guess what attracted me the most to the position was that it is not a typical library job. I’ve been with EPL for almost 19 years. In that time I’ve worked in several positions and have seen many changes, but there has always been a cloud that’s hung over me; it is the ever-present cloud of uneasiness. I’m not your typical library employee; I don’t read much. I don’t devour novels or absorb non-fiction. I don’t have vast amounts of knowledge that make me particularly stellar in a particular subject, and even in terms of general knowledge I don’t make rank. You know that phrase, fake it ’til you make it? I am most definitely still faking it. As a result, I’ve never really felt like I belong in the library. That’s not to say that I haven’t had the opportunity to work with amazing people who did nothing but make me feel welcome; please do not misunderstand. The staff I have worked with over the years have been an important part of my life. The library is pretty much my second home, which makes it all the more unsettling to look around me every day and realise that I really do not measure up. I think that’s why, for the past two and a half years I’ve found in the Children’s Library a place where I could thrive. We do things a little bit differently in the Children’s Library. I discovered that I was good at reading stories to children; that I could stand in front of a group of preschoolers and make animal noises; that I had an appreciation for a really good picture book. For me, working in the Children’s Library was not like working in a regular library, so even though I was still faking it, I was getting closer to perhaps making it. That’s why it’ll be difficult to leave. I am comfortable where I am, and now I’m throwing myself into chaos.

With my upcoming position I will be redefining what it is to work for a library. Maybe by helping to shape to this hitherto nebulous enterprise I can find a place in my library family where I don’t have to worry about being the odd child who doesn’t seem to quite fit into the family photos.

The Ungood Ukulele Player – Just Browsing

Same shirt, different pants! Here’s another tune I came up with a while ago; the title I came up with today.

Thai died

Last night I returned to kickboxing after a good two years off. I say “a good two years” only because that is the common phrase. In fact, it was not a good two years off. It was two years of significantly decreased physical activity and significantly increased midriff. It was two years of me finally starting to feel like I’m getting old. Now that my Monday nights are open again, I have signed up and I am going to try to get back into it. After last night, it seems that I will have a lot of work to do.

I was good to see some familiar faces; faces of individuals that have been able to keep up the commitment. I was hesitant to start, but I soon got back into the groove. To my delight, my technique still seems to be there, but, alas, my cardio and strength have taken a hit. This was most evident when we did our Olympic 5 at the end of class. The Olympic 5 is a series of one minute sets of calisthenics, one after another – abdominals, push-ups, jumping jacks with a jumping knee tuck in the middle, burpies (thrust jumps), and mountain climbers. I was doing alright with the abs, but when we switched to push-ups I could barely lower myself halfway down; I was becoming upset. As we moved onto jumping jacks my will to continue was ebbing away at a quickening pace, but I had to push on, so I only did the knee tucks for every third or fourth jump. Burpies was a demonstration of desperation. I did alright hitting the deck and thrusting my legs out, but when I had to tuck in and jump up, I’m sure I resembled a zombie in a mosh pit – arms limp, head rolled to one side, the very slightest of lift produced by legs that had ceased to work properly, and a soulless groan to complete the picture. Finally, mountain climbers. Up to this point I had been becoming increasingly disappointed, but I was encouraged to find that I was still able to get my knees past my elbows easily. However, that is where the joy ended as it seemed that the particular mountain I was climbing was covered in thigh-deep powder with a nasty wind putting up resistance. I must have also been climbing at quite an altitude, too, because I found myself quite laboured in my breathing as I frantically looked about for my oxygen tank, which was not to be found seeing how I was not on an actual mountain, but rather threatening to set the wood floor on fire by the sheer heat of my burning quads.

Much like my recent runs, my first day back at kickboxing had me feeling like a beginner all over again; which, like my running, is frustrating as all hell. It takes me a long time to get to a point where I feel comfortable doing an activity; sometimes I never make it to that place, so having to go through this process again, blarg! Once again, it’s not just the physical discomfort, it’s the mental discomfort. The physical pain I can live with. In fact, I used to relish the feeling of next-day soreness; it meant that I was continuing to challenge my body. It’s the knowledge that I’ve let myself go that stings in a way that physical pain can’t match.


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