03/28/2004 - 04/04/2004
This is the last time I miss Pop Montreal:
57 Prince Arthur est
Puma and Vogelsang presents:
8:30 Bend Sinister
9:30 Camouflage Nights
11:15 Ladies and Gentleman
12:00 From Fiction
12:30 Magneta Lane
You can't beat that. So help me god, I'll never go hungry again.
Bawksalmoneye drannnk at the lab last night, for the sheer love of the game. This wicked hot chick was making out with the scummiest of bags, depressingly. We saw Olenka Laura and Jessica Cain (back from t' Montreal), Laura's band's ina show tonight at the El Mocambo, and after there's a party? I don't think I can make it. I recommend that you see the show and go for the party after.
Right now my guts feel like poison soup. I think it is more to do with the pizza we at on the way home than the drinking. What was on it, Box? Jalapeños, asparagus, chicken, 4 cheeses, and kalamata olives?
So, as many of you know, there was a bit of a crisis over here. If you don't know, I'd be happy to fill you in on the details, but I'd rather not explain everything to The Inter-Net. Suffice to say that right now things are going remarkably well and we were quite fortunate.
Last Friday I interviewed Queen Street's Mike Parsons. It went very well. I didn't take his hints to wrap things up though, so he was sort of rude to me and things ended a little sour. But the article should be solid.
I got an email from Heather from Awenda. She saw you at Queen's, Jacob. She was bikin' downhill though and couldna stop to say hello. You were walking with Allofthosegirls (or possibly just the one).
I have a new idea for a mock written interview feature and a new idea for a film. Ask me about them if you're interested, cause I ehn't givin' away my ideas on the web for free no more.
What an uncreative title for my post. Anyway, I"m surprised I'm the first person to review the gorram movie here. You should see it. In fact you should get many people to see it. It's good, a little darker than tv (i.e. Mal is more of a jerk and very bad things happen) and has some great action signs. A lot of the good lines in the film are in the trailers, the ones that aren't don't really make no kind of sense without context ("I am a leaf on the wind"). Actually that's not true, Kaylee has a couple of good ones.
Anyway it's important for you to get people to see it cause it only made $10.1 million. That means about 1.6 million people saw it (average ticket price in the States is $6.21). So how many of those are browncoats? Probably a fair bit. I just hope it makes enough money to get a sequal.
Oh and random WTF sentence from my history of medicine course: "Hunter inoculated the skin of a healthy person's genitals with gonorrheic pus and obtained an ulcer followed by typical syphilis." How the fuck did that conversation go?!
As Ben mentioned Capture the Flag on friday was awesome. Next time we will kick ass with organization. We should invest in walkie-talkies. That would be awesome.
Anyways, I think this weekend, on Saturday perhaps, we should go Paintballing. Meyers will be in town, as will Aaron (I think). It could be some good fun and I think I have some sort of group cupon around somewhere.
So is anyone else in? Its good muddy painty sandy fun, and it doesn't hurt that much!
Played CTF on Friday. Fun 4 all. Me an' Neil have decided that next round, we gotta get the captaincy, and ORGANISE stuff. Basically that was the big problem-- there were like two-hundred-odd people, at least a hundred per side, and nobody ever knew what the fuck was goin' on. If we goons into squads by manner of transportation (ttc passes? bikes? etc), we'd have a more effective fighting force. Maaaan. I feel like Marcus Gaius. All makin' reforms in the Roman military. Turning it into a professional fighting force. And all that.
I'm in my computer-art class and we're doing presentations on various sections of Ghost City, an inter-net installation piece/masturbatory artistic bullshit. Most of my class is actually made out of ickle first year Design students. At first I was making fun of their shallow interpretations of the work (in my brains I was making fun, I mean), but then I realised that it pretty much is shallow, and that I had almost begun to believe my own crap that I made up about it. I really can't fault them for not being able to bullshit as well as me. They'll learn the skill, in time. Oh York.
At any rate, all of this post is basically crap. I just wanted to post about FutureMatt's cameo in today's Scarygoround. Yes, books do rule. I wonder if you're a Mason yet.
Oh and can I have my Tank Girl 2 comic back, whoever has it? I want to read it. I think that wold be you, Sam.
And speakin of comics, I talked to Chester Brown at the Beguiling the other day without realising who he was. Dammit.
This was Head of the Trent weekend, our annual rowing regatta and big party. But since I'm a sucker I have a test on Tuesday on 300 pages from a book that the bookstore has no more copies of. So instead of being down in the beer garden getting wrecked with my friends and watching some rowing, I'm perched up on the 4th floor of the library reading this damn book! I made the poor decision of finding a seat by a corner window facing the beer gardens and the river, so I could see all my friends and the boats and hear all the music. Needless to say I didn't get much reading done. Eventually I gave up and went outside just in time to see the one of the Trent 8-women boats pass really close to a boat from Brock. The two boats were so close that the oars were pulled out of the water and crashed into each other, at least one woman got clocked with a flying oar. Once the Trent boat disengaged it crashed into the wall along the river. It was brutal. I didn't know rowing could be a contact sport.
Last night Kate somehow convinced us that as a rower it was her duty to go to the White House, "rower tradition" or something like that. Imagine the the most gutter bar then add cougars. I thought I'd get the clap just breathing the same air as some of those women. At least on Head of the Trent night lots of students go, cause apparently it's even worse the rest of the year (Neil can speak to this better than I can). THESE WEREN'T EVEN MODERATELY HOT COUGARS! I think one brushed against me, I need to be in quarantine.
I'm going to see Serenity now.