From the frida and diego show at the ago
Red Pointy Hats
This is my friend Noam Sussman. He is amazing. And he looks like this.
Also: I just checked the google results for the name Blondin. The only person I'm up against is this guy WHO IS MY RELATIVE. That's right, ghosts of the past you better watch yourself, there's a new Blondin in town.
Dark Red Beets
New electronic song. More of a test than anything.
Made in the company of my good friend boris.
Ohaithar.
Dear internet, in regards to my various absences. It's not that I don't like you, it's just... I've found someone else. They're called working all the gosh darn time. I've been making films, making music, making friends and generally making a mess here in the land of Toronto.
PS: to all my friends: let's hang out.
Wallabee
This is a stop motion puppet I made!
(soon to come: eyes!)
PS: I posted a new song in the music section/grooveshark
PS: I posted a new song in the music section/grooveshark
Sunata Long Ago
For my friend Chris, who's drawings have always inspired me.
This lovely lass, is from his thesis film, Sunata.
The Elwins 24th of Feb
Blah blah vampire emergency blah.


This is a new stop motion puppet I made.
Pretty scary stuff.
Remember when vampires meant fear and shadow?
Or Bela Lugosi in eyeshadow?
Let's make a movie where they're pure evil again.
Abductors in the night.
Rather than brooding misunderstood sex idols.
What I listen to.

No matter what was happening,
You always cheered me up.
Here's some of his Music
(And a video to make you smile)
You always cheered me up.
Here's some of his Music
(And a video to make you smile)
The Road Runner
Now with 75% more arms!
prrrroogreesssss
UPDATE: lol, what just happened to my blog?
UPDATE: lol, I fixed it.
UPDATE: lol, what just happened to my blog?
UPDATE: lol, I fixed it.
Zizek in my mind.
Still Frame Dreams
yesterday I woke up beside you
in still frames of fleeting cognition
in still frames of fleeting cognition
once more alone in our skin
yet as the day crept in
yet as the day crept in
the beauty between us
dissipates into the cracks of the walls,
and the far reaches of the room
beyond my tired limbs and sleep ridden mind
beyond any hope of claim or capture
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