Xeno’s Inferno

A few months ago I got a copy of Xeno’s Inferno, a movie by Christian Aldo Sfalcin. He finished it in 2004, but as far as I know, has never shown it outside of Windsor, ON. It’s a full length movie, shot in Windsor on no budget, inspired by late 60′s Italian trash films. There’s not even any info about it on imdb or allmovie.com

Christian is the guy in the picture above and plays Xeno, an art collector and party host who gets involved with the devil. Christian currently lives in a former YMCA that he has to himself in Windsor, where he built a giant haunted house in the basement last year. I don’t know if it’s still set up, but I saw it when VICE threw a party at his place last summer.

http://www.viceland.com/100/100/photos/photos/Party%2078,%20Windsor,%20Christian%20Aldo%20Studio/

This movie is mindblowing from start to finish. The attention to detail in the costumes, set design, shots, casting, editing, dialogue, etc…I could write an essay about this movie, but I’d get bored and there would be no pay-off, so I won’t.

Christian had promised me at the party that he’d send me a copy of the movie, which I traded to him for a TV Carnage dvd. He was impossible to get ahold of though, so it wasn’t until I saw his sister who was in town from Montreal 6 months later that I got ahold of the movie.

I could also spin off some stories about how the guy who plays the devil is narcoleptic and the girl in the photo above right broke into Ian Clary’s house when we were in highschool while his family was on vacation, because she wanted to cast a love spell on him, but that’s besides the point.

The point is, this guy is a crazy genius artist, he made a really crazy movie, nobody has ever seen it because it’s not available anywhere, BUT I HAVE A COPY!!!

Maybe someday I’ll try and set up a screening here in Toronto.

Slip and Slide + Rogers Picnic

My roommates built a slip and slide in our backyard on the weekend. Most of us went to the Rogers Picnic the next day. It was okay.


Brayden and Dustin had to wear aprons and hand out stickers all day. Elaine and Betty covered me in grass. Elain has her hand on my grass cock, not my real one.

Suburbia by Bill Owens

I found this first edition of Bill Owens’ Suburbia from 1973 at the Trinity Bellwoods Garage Sale for 50cents last month. There’s a newer edition for $23 on Amazon, but they have the originals up for between $40 and $150.


He took these pictures in the summer of 1972 in California. The captions with each picture are all over the place. It’s worth checking out.

The Man Who Was Thursday

http://www.myspace.com/themanwhowasthursday1

I recently found a tape with a bunch of music I recorded in my parents basement in 1997/98 when I was 19. It was recorded on a digital 8-track, all linear recording, no edits, no samples. This was a 6 month era of my life when I had no social life and just worked at Staples part time, and spent the rest of my time recording music and reading books.

I put 4 of the songs up on myspace. I wrote all the songs and played all the instruments. This is a few years before I’d touched any drugs or alcohol.

new books!

Here’s some of the books I’ve picked up in the past few weeks.


The Third Mind is only a loaner from Tasman Richardson. I started reading the first chapter and already it’s so heavy, but good. As soon as a read a page I want to get stoned and think about it for 3 hours.

I’m about halfway through Wired, the John Belushi story. I read on Wikipedia that his wife Judy, Dan Akroyd and others that were close to him were really helpful with being interviewed for the book but they were all pissed off with the final result and didn’t feel the book represented the Belushi they knew. It’s still a good read.


I’m stoked to read the insults and theories of comedy books. I’ve already read an expose book about Scientology called Bare Faced Messiah that was really good but I figured it was only a dollar so I may as well add it to my collection.

8th Grade Portraits

I’ve been trying to clean out the basement and put stuff in a spare room upstairs so they don’t get ruined. I found a bunch of old drawings and paintings in a moldy portfolio last night.

I spent the 7th and 8th grades at MS Hetherington Public School in Windsor. Mr Cameron was my 8th grade teacher. I don’t think he was very religious, but his brother ran Cameron’s Christian Bookstore, which was the big Christian bookshop in the city. I was really into drawing portraits around that time so towards the end of the year our class made a book. Everyone filled out a profile which would go one one side the book, and I drew portraits of all 30 people in the class for the other side of the book. I wonder if Mr Cameron still has the collection with the original drawings. These photocopies are the only ones I have left.

Craig Cota got in a fight with Derek Pizzala, and a few other guys after school that year. I don’t remember what it was about, I think the other guys were just joking around because it was 4 against 1 and they were doing a bunch of wrestling moves on him and when they stopped he didn’t have a black eye or bloody nose or anything like that. He made a big deal about it though and cried so I felt bad for him and walked him home after.

Ricky Boose was the first kid I met when I started going to Hetherington in 7th grade. He had a big birthday party at his house that year and his parents rented us Porky’s I, II and III. I felt sort of bad after for watching them because I knew God wouldn’t like it.

Rendia De la Pontiere once told me I was “incorrigible” which is the only time in my life I’ve heard someone say that word out loud, and she had red hair. It makes me think of Anne of Green Gables.

Ryan McKenzie was always the fastest runner at track meets, in grade school and in highschool. He’s married now and I think he was trying to get into the Olympics for track and field, but I’m not sure if he ever made it.

Byron Pappas was one of the 2 other new kids at Hetherington when I started there. He had just moved from South Africa. I think his parents were doctors or something. By grade 11 he didn’t have his accent anymore.

This is a self portrait I drew around the same time. There’s no date on it, but that’s how my hair looked in the 7th grade, and it’s stapled to a black background. The art teacher, Mr Self had a bulletin board outside his classroom that he would showcase a different students’ artwork on for a month at a time. Everything that went up there was always mounted on a black background. I had my stuff on his bulletin board 3 or 4 times in 2 years. I might’ve been half-retarded in other classes, but I was always an art star at school, unofficially competing against 1 or 2 other kids for best drawer until the middle of highschool. Then I got busy with other things.

These are some of the last portraits I did. Around grade 11. I randomly picked some people from the yearbook.