03/28/2004 - 04/04/2004
I spent the morning outside in a shirt, hat, gloves and scarf punching and being kicked. On purpose? You betcha. I was helping Shawn out by acting in his vidye. It's about Lao Tzu. He gets attacked by a band of ruffians called the Badger Cock Bullies. That's where I and three other guys come in. All dressed in red plaid, unshaven and ready to rob. Except that Lao Tzu is not having that. A fight ensues.
Shawn's cleverly tricked his group into making his video project after it was not accepted. If I had thought of this, I could have made three projects by now! But that would be reliant on the good will of my group members to take on bonus work and I'm betting they wouldn't go for this. Film studies students (Shawn's classmates) are willing to work more since they don't do production projects all year.
The moral of the story is, it's fun, make a cheesy kung-fu movie if you get the chance, but let your actors wear jackets if it's winter. Also, do favours for your friends but right them down so you can call them up later.
What move looks great? Sin City!
I've never actually read the comics, but from what I know of Frank Miller's work on Daredevil, it oughter be good.
That's literally all that I have to say.
This just sickens me. My opinion of the Governor General was already rather low, but with this it just hit rock bottom and kept digging.
Also, what the hell is wrong with the school boards these days? Suspended for criticizing the government? If he was being vulgar than maybe they'd have the case, but "Is that the lady who spend the money"? Sheesh.
I was listening to Aboriginal Voices Radio Network this morning and a familiar name came up. Controversial professor Wade Churchill. (Sunday Feb. 06, "America's New Public Enemy # 1", Goin' Ape, Dave).
What was being challenged here was not his article but his claim to native ancestry. According to the news bulletin, he first claimed to be Cherokee, then Cree, then Metis. None of these nations say he is a member. There was then an academic woman saying if he's lying about this, then he's probably lying about other things.
Does anyone know the story of Grey Owl? He was an environmentalist and he was born in England. He immigrated to North America and claimed native ancestry so that his environmentalist message would have more weight. He was fairly successful in spreading his message, but it sort of tainted things when the lie about his heritage was uncovered.
If Churchill is pulling Grey Owl 2005, I find it sort of puzzling. I can't think of the "appropriate" ethnicity to fake if your cause is Wade's, but I don't see the logical connection as with Grey Owl.
AAACK! Holy Crap! WTF is wrong with the Bush administration?! They are now turning against their own veterans. The hypocracy of those guys just blows my mind. A group of soldiers who were captured and tortured in Gulf War I are suing Iraq for $1 billion. But White House lawyers are interfering saying that because Iraq is an occupied country it is taken off the list of states that sponsor terror and as such has soveriegn immunity. They also say that the money is needed for the reconstruction of that country. But at the same time Donald Rumsfeld has said the Iraqi prisoners who were abused by American soldiers at Abu Ghraib will be compensated for their suffering.
As the article says signers pledge never to absolve a state of any liability for the torture of POWs. But the United States has proven time and again that it has no respect for the Geneva Convention so I'm not sure why I'd be surprised. What is the Geneva Convention anyway? It's just a dusty out dated piece of paper meant to get in the way of imperial ambition
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I am feelin' fine!
So I finally finished my second painting for my art class today, meaning that I am 100% obligation-free for the upcoming Peterborough excursion! How did I do it? Drinking, of course!
Lemme explain. Yesterday, I went to Yark with the full intention of finishing up my painting, only to find myself bereft of energy and unwilling to finish my work. When I got home, I noticed that I still had a half-full botlle of Yukon Jack honey-liquer on my dresser and I said to myself, "Sam, tomorrow you're gonna finish that painting AND that bottle!" Cut to today, when I leave for Yark at 12:30 with my painting supplies and Yukon Jack. So I paint for a little until I start to feel burnt-out, slam back some Jack and give myself a second wind! The best part of the plan was that it totally worked! I spent 4 hours painting in an empty room, getting (fairly) drunk and occasionally ranting to myself. Seriously, anyone who says that drinking alone is sad or depressing is fucking lying! It's just like drinking regularly, but without other people. Fun for the whole family (provided every member of said family is isolated from each other). Long story short, I got the painting done and I feel pretty good about it.
In other news, guess who got an article in the Star? For the benifit of those who choose not to register with the Toronto Star (I don't blame you), It's Catch23 improv! Not only that, but when I opened the paper up, there was a giant half-page photo of Julie Dumais and Kurt Smeaton! (unseen on the website.) I feel just like a proud parent, except that my children are older than me and I had no part in their formative years. Still, it's cool
So I'm walkin' along with my gal doing Valentine's Day type things and I take a nasty spill on some wet ice. My laptop hits the ground before I do and my arm lands on top of it. My elbow is utterly fucked, but of course, I'm more worried about my laptop at that point. I pull it out and yes, the LCD is shattered. I swear I'm fucking cursed.
Luckily PBParts.com has the LCD. I'm out $500, now after shipping. And my elbow is utterly fucked. I want to hibernate till the part arrives. Bah.
I am so tired, and hoarse, but I feel fantastic. Tonight was my moment in the spotlight, my turn as head ref. It was fantastic. Yes, yes, I forgot some stuff, and yeah, I messed up my event order (once! at the very, very end! but that's it), but I had an awesome time. The teams were kind of iffy, even Carter, but there were some really memorable scenes, including a fantastic life event from a team whose every action seemed calculated for laughs, but without a clue as to how to make a good scene. People all wanted to take pictures with me, and I had to make sure my hands were always visible so as not to seem like I am touching the hot hot girls' butts. Hot hot catholic girls. Whooee. St Basil's still got that great one.
I basically just got home. I walked the long way from ossington so as to listen to more music. I like My Favourite Chords again. That was a tough one.
I feel great.
Stuff like this makes you wonder. What is our society coming to?
But more importantly, where was she when we were thirteen?