I busted out the Wii Fit this morning for the first time in a month. Mainly to see how much I weighed. Because I figure I should weigh myself before the big holiday season and then after the big holiday season and see how much weight I gain.
I reckon I will gain a lot.
Which sucks because I am already about as fat as I have ever been. I am 88 kilos. I think my heaviest ever was 90 or so.
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
Monday, December 08, 2008
Two Enjoyments Separated By a Disappointment
Saw the new Punisher on Friday.
I had readEbert's review . And Pajiba's.
They were not wrong.
The Dark Knight was a hard PG-13. This movie probably hid behind that movie as much as possible. It gets away with all kinds of stuff. This is a very violent flick. Especially the sound. The sound guys must have had a field day on this one.
I want to talk about it more, but I don't want to ruin any of the 'gags' in the film.
There are some bad actors, there is a lot of bad dialogue, there is a lot of blood. A lot of blood. This is not a good film. But it made the entire audience laugh in shock. That has to count for something.
After the film, we ordered some poutine ribs.
There is a pizza place in town that offers poutine dry ribs.
What do you think that would be? I thought it would be dry ribs covered in gravy and cheese curds. Sounds delicious.
That is not what this pace does. Their idea of poutine ribs is ribs covered in sauce of your choice (barbeque, Thai, honey garlic, ranch, and so on) and then covered in pizza cheese. Pizza cheese is good on pizza, but pretty crap for poutine. It forms a hard shell of formerly melted cheese, making it hard to get to the non gravy covered ribs underneath.
We were all very disappointed.
And the first little bit of Forgetting Sarah Marshall was a bit disappointing, not as funny as we had hoped. But then it got funnier and stayed funny.
I had read
They were not wrong.
The Dark Knight was a hard PG-13. This movie probably hid behind that movie as much as possible. It gets away with all kinds of stuff. This is a very violent flick. Especially the sound. The sound guys must have had a field day on this one.
I want to talk about it more, but I don't want to ruin any of the 'gags' in the film.
There are some bad actors, there is a lot of bad dialogue, there is a lot of blood. A lot of blood. This is not a good film. But it made the entire audience laugh in shock. That has to count for something.
After the film, we ordered some poutine ribs.
There is a pizza place in town that offers poutine dry ribs.
What do you think that would be? I thought it would be dry ribs covered in gravy and cheese curds. Sounds delicious.
That is not what this pace does. Their idea of poutine ribs is ribs covered in sauce of your choice (barbeque, Thai, honey garlic, ranch, and so on) and then covered in pizza cheese. Pizza cheese is good on pizza, but pretty crap for poutine. It forms a hard shell of formerly melted cheese, making it hard to get to the non gravy covered ribs underneath.
We were all very disappointed.
And the first little bit of Forgetting Sarah Marshall was a bit disappointing, not as funny as we had hoped. But then it got funnier and stayed funny.
Lights in the Sky
Saskatchewan sure does have a lot of sky. It is oftentimes awesome. Our friend David stopped in Regina on his tour across Canada. The sky put on a couple great displays. But the sky last Monday was super duper awesome. It was like the Red Sea, both because it looked like the clouds were parted and because the clouds were red. Parted red clouds. It was cool as hell. It was nice to look at as Cory and I drove to Saskatoon.
Cory and I were driving to Saskatoon to see Nine Inch Nails' Lights in the Sky tour.
I have seen NIN in concert once before. I enjoyed the music, but the stage show was a little lacklustre.
That was not the case this time. Their show is great to look at. But I'll get to that.
First: as Cory and I ate dinner, I'm pretty sure I saw Amy's mother. She was sitting at the booth behind us. I didn't say hello to her because she was talking to her friend. I never know what to do in those situations.
Pretty sure I saw Carey Ceselski (sp?) at the concert. Didn't go up to say hello, because I wasn't totally sure it was him. We were about to maybe say hello to him when two older, drunken nurses tried to pick us up. That was awkwardly awesome.
Less awesome was The Bug, the opening act. The Bug is a dude in a heavy coat and a hoodie who fiddles nobs as a larger black lady, all the way from London, rapped. Here is what she rapped about: how 'ardcoah she is. "Me is outa me muva fukkin 'ead!" Repeat that ad nauseum whilst feedback screeched and squelched.
Woo.
But NIN was awesome! There were three huge screens above the stage. One behind the band, one midway through the stage, and one near the front of the stage. They would lower and raise throughout the set. There was all kinds of cool stuff going on on them. A lot of visualizers that reflected the music that was being played. In real time. And there were small cameras around the stage that could be thrown up on to the screen.
Everything, the sounds and the visuals were all distorted all to hell. In a good way.
This concert really made me understand what industrial music is about. It is all there in the name. It is industrial. It treats music as an object: a thing to be assembled and disassembled and reassembled.
It was kind of mind blowing.
Thanks Cory.
Cory and I were driving to Saskatoon to see Nine Inch Nails' Lights in the Sky tour.
I have seen NIN in concert once before. I enjoyed the music, but the stage show was a little lacklustre.
That was not the case this time. Their show is great to look at. But I'll get to that.
First: as Cory and I ate dinner, I'm pretty sure I saw Amy's mother. She was sitting at the booth behind us. I didn't say hello to her because she was talking to her friend. I never know what to do in those situations.
Pretty sure I saw Carey Ceselski (sp?) at the concert. Didn't go up to say hello, because I wasn't totally sure it was him. We were about to maybe say hello to him when two older, drunken nurses tried to pick us up. That was awkwardly awesome.
Less awesome was The Bug, the opening act. The Bug is a dude in a heavy coat and a hoodie who fiddles nobs as a larger black lady, all the way from London, rapped. Here is what she rapped about: how 'ardcoah she is. "Me is outa me muva fukkin 'ead!" Repeat that ad nauseum whilst feedback screeched and squelched.
Woo.
But NIN was awesome! There were three huge screens above the stage. One behind the band, one midway through the stage, and one near the front of the stage. They would lower and raise throughout the set. There was all kinds of cool stuff going on on them. A lot of visualizers that reflected the music that was being played. In real time. And there were small cameras around the stage that could be thrown up on to the screen.
Everything, the sounds and the visuals were all distorted all to hell. In a good way.
This concert really made me understand what industrial music is about. It is all there in the name. It is industrial. It treats music as an object: a thing to be assembled and disassembled and reassembled.
It was kind of mind blowing.
Thanks Cory.
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