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Moo quack cheese.

The adventures of “the adventures of”…

Caution: first world problems ahead.

For what it’s worth I am aware that YouTube has a slew of problems far more severe than what I go into here. I exaggerate my annoyance anyhow. That’s kind of what you do on a blog, though, right?


So, as it happens, a lot of people play, or at least have played through one time, The Adventures of Square. It’s really cool to see new videos and reviews continuing to go up on the youtubes even if it’s more of a person playing through just the first level. It’s enjoyable for the most part, or at the very least interesting to watch different people’s commentary and play styles.

I have to keep up with this sort of thing, so naturally I’m typing “adventures of square” into YouTube virtually once a fortnight.

So pray tell, YouTube…

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StickKnights: Part II!

Part two of the planned StickKnights trilogy is now available for viewing on YouTube. More animation from my brother, plus further great voice-acting from him (and myself). And of course, music by me, too.

Also ACTION SCENES. And they’re awesome. 😀

We hope you enjoy!

Bad hair year – one year later

This post is the epic sequel to my first post about my hair since landing in Australia.

My hair is long. I think that’s a safe assumption to make.


The intensity of my twiddling habit has actually declined, although every now and then I’ll run a finger or two through my majestic locks and find that it feels nice to the point where I don’t want to stop doing it, which I don’t quite understand.

Also my hair is actually long enough to cover my eyes, and also to completely obscure my face in the shower. Gives me the oddest feeling of security, like my hair is protecting me, shielding my face from all the evils of the world. Again, I don’t understand it.

We’ll see how it progresses. I’ll obviously trim it occasionally if it gets totally out of hand, but I honestly like it at this length. When I wasn’t used to having long hair, having fairly long was a bit of a nightmare. Now I have stupidly long hair, it doesn’t bother me. At least, right now – it should get a lot longer by October, and that’s when the heat kicks in over here, so if I start to develop heatstroke due to my surplus of dark chocolate curls, I’ll probably see about shortening it again. I might even style it slightly differently, but I’ve tried coaxing it straight and it just doesn’t stay that way.

That concludes this pointless update on the status of my head.

StickKnights: Part I

This is a rather momentous occasion, at least for the Paddock brothers. (aka. the minds behind Rainbow Season and a host of other projects which are kind-of-going-on right now.)

You may or may not know that my brother’s an animator. He’s still learning Flash but for someone who’s picked it up only recently, I think he’s doing a fantastic job. The video below is the finished first part of the cartoon project that he’s been working on painstakingly as of late. It started as an idea seven years ago, and became a reality as soon as he got ahold of Adobe Flash. He did all the animation, and I did the soundtrack. The voices are also entirely him, apart from the main character’s, which I provided.

This is Part 1 of a planned 4. Give it a watch. We both sincerely hope you enjoy it. 😀

I am terrible

So you guys are probably wanting to know what crazy crud I’ve been up to. To be honest, I wish I could say that I’ve been really dynamic and awesome and I’ve been having a gay old time in the land down under enjoying endless success and self-satisfaction.

It’s kinda my fault. I’m just not exactly the outgoing type. I never have been.

Nevertheless, my time in Australia (which has, as of this posting, amounted to just over six months) has been fairly enjoyable, if not quite the thrill ride you may have expected it to be for me.

Lately I’ve decided to expand upon my love of acting and join my family in signing up to an amateur theater. We’ve been hard at work on the musical “The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas“. It is, to understate it slightly, a tad raunchier than a lot of the stuff I did in Drama at A-level. In fact, most if not all of the stuff I did at A-level was focused on little kids. Good old Bertolt Brecht and his “epic theatre” motif – his teachings still carry on to this day. And they basically boil down to “make the actors do really silly things because theatre isn’t real life and real life is serious”. I kinda wish I’d done something serious at A-level, but I’m not complaining. It was a really fun two years and I honestly wish it would’ve lasted longer.

I’ve never been too inclined towards watching musicals, let alone performing them, although I must admit it’s been pretty fun so far. Most musicals just seem downright cheesy to me, but the cheesiness is their selling point, really – the fact that all the actors burst into song every five minutes is what makes a musical. And the songs all have to be major earworms – once they’re in your head, not even repeated blasting of Metallica into the earholes can dislodge them. I still have no idea how it’s possible to make songs that “catchy”. In fact, they transcend “catchiness” – they’re “sticky”. Once you catch them, they stick. Like an unpleasantly persistent rash.

Talking of the songs, there has been a lot of dancing throughout this musical. I’ve only been called upon to learn one routine so far, and quite honestly, that’s enough for me. It’s not a case of me having two left feet. It’s a case of me having no legs at all – or at least, that’s what my brain is convinced of. For some reason, the connections between brain and leg all but cease whenever I command it to move in a way that synchronizes with the routine. It’s pretty simple stuff, too – stomp the feet, jog to the right, stomp again, jog to the left, spin, skip on the spot, etc. I can barely even manage that without beginning to look like a paraplegic penguin. And I haven’t even mentioned the part where my legs sort of just give up after a good while, anyway – at that point, using them just to stay upright feels like I have a couple of Slinkies for legs. I am completely out of shape. Or, if you like, I’m just in the shape of a morbidly overweight walrus with no sense of rhythm.

The singing is coming along nicely. Thanks entirely to our teacher’s methods and advice, there is definite improvement in my and my brother’s ability to control our voice. Although I probably still have a ways to go before I can confidently sing as loud and as high as Russell Allen. (Well, I can at the moment, but it would no doubt have all the musicality of a cat coughing up a hairball into a trumpet.)

Getting to that stage of vocal ability is probably going to take a bit of commitment. I’m rubbish at commitment, though. The truth is that I have numerous lists of all sorts of things that I should be doing, but I can never stay with them for too long before I distract myself with something else. Important stuff, too – like rehearsing properly for the singing lessons, and reading through the road safety manual I need to read cover-to-cover (and internalize!) so I can get my learner’s permit. I dare not think about how terrible I’d be in a relationship.

I mean, look at this blog. It went from one update a day (possibly more), to three months with only a handful of updates. Very quickly.

My brother and I have had a ginormous fiction/cartoon project in the works for the last 9 months and we still have yet to get the plotline sorted out. The most painful part of this affair is how I (and also my brother) have so many ideas just waiting to be realized, but bringing them into the world nearly always proves to be impossible, or more work than we’re capable of doing within a reasonable timelimit.

Having noticed that something was wrong with my motivation (for my musical output had also been suffering as a result of this lapse), I listened to the first episode of Ill Gates’ “Ill Methodology” workshop, in which he went on at length about workflow and motivation. There was a lot of really insightful stuff which made me think about the way I do… well, everything. He talked about extrinsic motivation (doing things for material reward or recognition) and intrinsic motivation (doing things for the love of doing them), and presented quite a lot of evidence for why being extrinsically motivated sabotages the quality of your output. I agree with him wholeheartedly.

I think it’s safe to say that pretty much everything outside of school that I’ve done throughout my life has been intrinsically motivated – in other words, I’ve hardly earnt a penny through my own labour (with the exception of a school project that culminated in 14 sales of an album CD I threw together). I haven’t really seen as that much of a problem, though – heck, often I hardly mind if I don’t receive a word of praise. I’ve just always felt compelled to do things like music, and modding for Doom, purely for the love of doing them, and not asking for anything in return. That makes me a good person, I think. (Alright, not entirely good. I still have my flaws, like being an overweight walrus-penguin.)

But if everything I do has been motivated by my own love of doing it, why do I still go through these horrendous spells of inactivity?

Mr. Ill (am I allowed to call him that?) said a lot of good things about keeping a schedule and a journal. Well, I haven’t been able to make a schedule yet, on account how just how much crap I have to get through, and I kept a journal of my days before coming to realize that every day was exactly the same. I talked about my dreams a bit, and I had a couple of really wacko ones when I started, but then they got hazy and I remembered only tiny worthless scraps of them in the morning. “There was a plane and it crashed.” That’s it. (Honestly, I dream way too much about planes crashing. I’ve only flown about half a dozen times in my life and I never felt nervous throughout the trip.)

Of course, the whole point of keeping a journal is to do it every day, and write pretty much the same amount. I honestly struggled to fill a page most of the time. I like to think of myself as a creative person, but unfortunately it seems I can’t tap into my creativity at any time. It just… happens when it does. This is why I’m frightened to condense my various to-do lists for my endless array of personal projects into a single schedule. What if I get caught in another spell of creative decay while I’m in the middle of it? If I try and force the energy out I’ll come up with something terrible and lackluster.

I.G. also said something about ensuring to wake up early to maximize your creative flow throughout the day. If you’re unimpeded by mental (and/or physical) tiredness, you simply work a lot more efficiently. Unfortunately I’ve recently fallen into a slump regarding my sleep discipline – I’m once again waking up around noon. You’d think that if I kept going to sleep earlier and therefore waking up earlier, I’d eventually get to the point where I wouldn’t be able to stay up ludicrously late because my body would simply be unable to. But it seems that that part of the deal doesn’t come with the effort I make to wake up earlier, so I end up back where I started.

As well as having no sense of rhythm, I apparently don’t have proper circadian rhythms, either.

So, I need to figure a way out of this awful circle.

I need to get my brother in on devising a solution as well, since he seems to be suffering much the same thing. We need to find a way of managing our motivation, and controlling our creative flow, so we can get shit done when it needs to get done.

Bad hair year

So, as of landing in Australia (30th November 2011), I decided to grow my hair long.


It is a nightmare.

Hair actually takes a long time to grow. Like, long. I was half-expecting to be sporting the Jesus look by now. Instead, I’m starting to look like the 2006 version of Mike Portnoy.

Not that this is a bad thing. Mike rocks, after all.

With the advent of the excess of curls clustering around my cranium, I have unfortunately developed a strange compulsion.

Every now and then, I have to… twiddle it.

There’s no other verb for it. I just take hold of a lock of hair, and… just twiddle it. Roll it around itself. Tie it into knots. Weave it into elaborate tufts.

I don’t know why I do it – it’s not like a perverse pleasure, or anything. I do it automatically while sitting at my desk, and while my right hand has no duties to perform with the mouse (like, while I’m listening to music or something).

Stupid inexplicable compulsive habits.

It doesn’t help me concentrate. It doesn’t help me accomplish anything. My right hand, once it gets into a rhythm, will not be interrupted. It has to tie the captive strand of hair into a tight clump with an elaborate knot, then attempt to undo and flatten it to put everything back as it was before. This process is not always successful… or entirely free of pain. However, it always wastes several seconds… sometimes even minutes, of my own time. And since it often puts unnecessary strain on my arm reaching up like that anyway, it always turns out as a lose-lose situation.

If you look at me carefully, the left side of my head seems to have an unsightly mass of hair dangling over my neck where I appear to have stretched the strands past a reasonable length, or at least weakened them enough so that they just fall limp instead of spreading in a neat outward fashion like hair like mine should.

So yeah I think I need to see a psychologist about this.

…Yes I’ve tried wearing a hat. It does not quash the urge.

EDIT 28/04: I have discovered that it is a psychological condition. A mild form of a little something called trichotillomania. So, that’s awesome.

Apparently it can be severe enough that the sufferer will pull their own hair out voluntarily. I don’t think I’m quite as bad as that yet, but we’ll see if a collection of curls starts to accrue on the floor beneath my chair. Then something will probably need to be done.


We’ve emmigrated from OptusNet to Telstra BigPond, and finally have the freedom to browse the internet ENDLESSLY. We will be hard-pressed to let our new 200GB/month allowance run dry, but I think we’ll give it a damn good go. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’VE GOT YOUTUBES TO WATCH.

This will be me for quite a while now.

…Incidentally, this explains my absence from the web for the last few days.

It has been a productive period, though (me? productive? oh what a preposterous notion) – be sure to check my YouTube channel in the very near future. 😉