Can't Really Think of Anything

There's an episode of Angel on. There's all kinds of ballet going on.

I had a Dr. Peppr float.

Carla had lost all sorts of stuff, but then she found most of it. In the lost and found.

I still don't much care for sports editing.

The End.

Sports Editing

Is hectic. We get most of our footage from the Toronto Sports cast. It comes down at 10:30. Our show is at 11:00. SO I have aproximately NO TIME to get everything pulled. Yet somehow I do it. I am like unto a god.

I almost Forgot

I almost forgot to do my daily update, but then I didn't.

Phew!

Mike Bullard

Is not all that funny. He just isn't. There's gotta be a better Canadian talk show host out there.

Yeah...

That Home Movies show is kind of funny. In that odd kind of non laughing way.

You're Listening To The John Tesh Radio Show

I had thought of a couple things to write about, but I didn't write them down, so I've forgotten.

Here's a random thought: I think Nintendo's games could look better. It's like they're using the simple premisesisisisises of their games as an excuse for simple graphics. I'm kinda dissamapointed by the graphics in the latest Mario Kart. I'd go into more detail, but I'm tired and my contractually obligated entry for the day is done.

Fresh Claims May Not Be Applicable In All Areas

So there's this new KFC commercial out going on about how 2 KFC chicken breasts have less fat than 1 Whopper. There's a disclaimer at the bottom, of course. It reads (in part) "Not a low fat, low sodium, low cholesteral food."

Why even bother making a commercial about how healthy KFC is. We all know what the F stands for.

Yeah

I don't really have anything to say, but I'm trying to stick to this daily update thing. Hmmm... Hawksley Workman is better suited to the exchange. His Warehouse show was his least enjoyable. Still very enjoyable. That bastard puts on a hell of a show. Could have done without all the hysterical fat chicks who undulated grotesquely and stepped on my feet.

Yeah

I hate the media. I just saw a news story about the horrors of Grand Theft Auto. Let me quote the nice, trustworthy newslady, "Players must beat up prostitutes, run over pedestrians, and kill as many people as possible to get the highest score." God damn does that piss me off. Change one word and that would be a true statement. Must. MUST. There ain't no must about it. The game doesn't force you to beat up prostitutes, run over pedestrians and kill as many people as possible. That option is there. If you choose that option, you will most likely end up dead, but it IS an option. If she had said GTA is a game where players CAN beat up....." she would be right. As it stands, she is very much wrong. The story then went on to detail how popular the game is with young kids never once mentioning that it is rated M and is not meant to be played by children. Cuz that would be telling the whole story.

People suck.

Teeth

Thank god I have dental coverage. Not that there is anything wrong with them, they're just expensive things, teeths is.

Pussy Farts

Saw George Carlin this evening. Funny man, he is. Quite the potty mouth on him, too. And he has so much hate, for so many people. No wonder I enjoyed his act so much. The opening comedian, not so much. Obvious jokes delivered with not much panache.

More Grey Cup

And Sam Roberts was much better at the Pump then during half time. I was really saddened by how few people sang along with Sam and how many sang with Bryan Adams. Saddened, but not suprised.

Montreal Can Suck My Balls

So Carla won us some Grey Cup tickets yesterday. Yay her!! (the secret to winning things? Buying me stuff) So we went. It was, like, cerazy busy baby!! Our seats weren't that bad at all. Not as far up as I was expecting, and the wind was not a problem at all. I felt a little chilly through most of the game, but never really cold. The game itself was fine, the parts of it I saw. I left about five minutes before halftime to grab some hot food and drink and missed a lot of action. How much? When I went to get food, the score was 14 - nothing, when I finally got back it was 21 all. And there was still a minute left in the second quarter. Grrrr... And the food wasn't that good and the hot beverages were all sold out by the time I got my food!

And there were, suprise, a fair few annoying drunk people about. They were chanting today's title over and over and giving the finger to everyone around and throwing not quite empty beer cups at the television cameras.

All kinds of crap

Seen lots of movies, and musical acts and read books and proposed and stuff. I have plenty to talk about. But I don't remember most of it.

Soon

See, I was being ironic.

hey

It has been a while. And all sorts of stuff has been happening. Stuff that in theory I should be blogging about. And I will. Just not right now.

Soon.

Sunovubitch

I was listnening to the CBC on the way home from work and it was playing some really interesting music. Like Pink's vocals from 'Get This Party Started' on top of Bowie's 'Let's Dance'. It hurt my head to listen to it. In a good way. So I got home, ran upstairs and got my music playing device, brought it downstairs and started listening. Two minutes later, it broke. I went to the CBC website in hopes that they have live streaming webcasts. They do. I don't have the plug in for it. And I can't seem to find one that is for this stupid mac o' mine.

Sometimes life just gets really annoying.

Tarantino

Quentin Tarantino, genius director and writer, can't spell to save his fucking life.

Tarantinonstop

There was a Quentin Tarantino "festivel" at the Galaxy Cinemas today. All three of his movies back to back to back. This city ain't all that big, so when something cool like this happens, you have to support it. The films were sceened in reverse chronological order, first Jackie Brown, then Pulp Ficion, finishing with Resevoir Dogs. The fest started at three thirty and lasted till about twenty to twelve. Five bucks to see any one movie, ten bucks to see any two, thirteen to see all three. And if you went for all three, you got a free mini poster amd a free regular popcorn. Plus with every ticket, you got a lottery ticket, they drew for prizes before every show. Good deal, all in all. I talked to one of the managers during one of the intermissions and it sounds like this is going to be a quasi regular occurence. Cool beans.

The day didn't start out so cool. I muct have either slept in an extraordinrily uncomfortable position last night or had an extended body tensingly terrifying nightmare, because I woke up this morning the sorest I have ever been. Plus a little nauseous. I started to feel a little bit better during lunch with Carla (at the Normanview Gardens. Remarkably average. Not worth the trip). Carla is just good for me, that's a medically proven fact.

I didn't think I'd get to see Jackie Brown as my movie buddy Trev was working and my ride is busted. But Trev took off work early and we made it there just in time. If the movie had started on time. It didn't. We sat in the theatre for a good quarter of an hour before anything happened. Then it was time for some prize drawing. Up for grabs: Kill Bill Posters and free double passes to see Kill Bill next Thursday. We didn't win nothing. Fucky.

I liked Jackie Brown much better the second time around. Now that I knew not to expect Pulp Fiction I could appreciate it on its own merits. And it is a very meritous film. As are all of Tarantino's movies. Full of great music and perfect performances. Plus I love the way the man moves the camera. He has a distinct visual style (and a thing for trunks) that both pushes my buttons and pulls my levers. And of course the dialouge. Which is not to say that all of his films are the same. They share similarities, sure, but they're all very distinct. Different. Jackie Brown is adapted from a novel, for one (don't tell me about how Resevoir Dogs is an 'adaptation' of City on Fire. I've seen them both. They're very different movies. It's like saying Titanic stole from Speed 2). And JB is a much more mature film. Not that his other films were immature (Mr. Blue looks ancient), but JB is about characters in their fourties and beyond taking stock of their lives. Which sounds boring, but is actually captivating. Plus there's a caper near the end that is gone through thrice just so you can see all the angles. I really dug this film. Also, before the movie they showed a Kill Bill trailer plus trailerd that I imagine were attached to Jackie Brown when it actually played in theatres. I was reminded once again that I still need to see Good Will Hunting. And Ben Afflec appears to be the bomb in Phantoms, yo.

Pee break. Trev got his free popcorn and a refillable drink. We had to change theatres because they sold so many tickets for Pulp Fiction. Jackie Brown was pretty full too, a lot fuller than I was expecting. Our seats weren't as good, but I was sitting right next to cute Asian girls, so I weren't complaining. More prizes. I won tickets to Kill Bill. Luckily I booked next Thursday off of work for the express purpose of seeing that film.

Pulp Fiction was Pulp Fiction. Still amazing even after, or maybe because of, being subjected to countless Tarantino wannabees direction Pulp Fiction rip-offs. You can say Quentin ripped off City on Fire, but at least he did it well. People still gasp and giggle at all the fantastical goings on and violence and such. But I'll get back to that. Pulp Fiction is great.

Pee break. I got my free popcorn and a refill of pop.

The film print of Resevoir Dogs was pretty damn beat up. Ot was hard to see all of what was going on at times and almost inaudible at others. But still, this was the first time I've seen it on the big screen. It's held up. Hard to believe that it's been over ten years. Fuck I'm old.

But yeah, there was a lot of laughter from the audience in places where it shouldn't be. This happened throughout all three films. I suppose it was mainly deffensive laughter, but still. Kind of distracting.

Money well spent. In fact, if you factor in the free passes, I made money on this endeavour. I mis-spelled the fuck out of that word.

Hell No I Won't Slow Down, It's Gonna Go... Down!!!

I sure do like The Rock. I liked him when he was a wrestler, and I think he is now my favourite action star. Not of all time, or anything, he's just better than all the other options available. I mean, who is his competition? Segal and Van Damme are video buddies, Stallone is... I dunno what he's doing, but I'll bet you dimes to dames it ain't good, Schwartzeneger is off politiking. Ummm... who else? Jet Li keeps getting teemed up with rappers, and Jackie Chan's last outing was The Medallion. So, the field was pretty open. The Rock didn't have to do much to claim the crown. And claim it he did. The Rundown was the most fun I've had in film form in quite some time.

The plot was fairly flimsy: The Rock (Beck) has to fly to the Amazon and bring back Stiffler. Cristopher Walken tries to stop The Rock. You can't stop The Rock, can't stop the rock. Hilarity and violence follows. In fairly equal masure. This film has action scenes that make you laugh in disbelief. At least the audience I was with did, and the theatre was packed. I was scared at first, because the fight scenes were a little too quick cut and close up for my liking. Either the fight scenes got better as the film wore on or I just got used to them.

This is the kind of film where you want to talk about all the cool stuff that you liked but at the same time you don't want to ruin it for anyone who hasn't seen it yet. Alls I can really say then is that there was no part of the film that I didn't like. Well, maybe the ending felt a little off, but that's about it. Hell, this is the least annoying Stiffler has ever been. I even liked the monkies.

Go see it.