03/28/2004 - 04/04/2004
Beer. And lots of it.
So today I spent the day at the Toronto Star printing press in Markham. It was great fun. They fed us alcohol (a wide selection of fine wines and even finer beers. Spared no expense in entertaining the kiddies). I love being a student journalist.
Did you know that they have robots running their presses? ROBOTS! That's beyond swank.
They also had a bunch of coolio seminars with some Star writers. Investigative journalism/photography stuff. They also had one of their production people critique our papers layout. She had a lot of positive things to say, which was great, but she also had some really valuable criticisms. I know I sound like total cheese, but it's true! Overall it was a great experience. I'm really looking forward to the trip down to ORCUP in St. Catherine's next weekend. What's I'm not looking forward to is the 2 essays and 1 test I have the week after it...
BTW: Apologies to MONDO-lovers, but this must be vented. They were at the mentorship as well, and I was sitting in the table next to theirs in the morning, when we were all having breakfast. They obviously didn't realize who I was because in clear earshot, when one of the other papers asked them about us they were like "Oh, we don't associate with them... they're all professional... (their arts editors,) they both suck." LMMFAO! Too goddam funny for words, yo...
Remember The Gadget File? Some do, some don't! Well it's back! (http://www.deadastronomers.com/) So if Sam feels he can't write good reviews, maybe he should practice with musings!
So I saw the Sex Without Souls release gig this wednesday. It was powerful fun (I'll send you some tracks from the new CD if you MSN me) but it's lead me to realize something about myself...
I CANNOT WRITE REVIEWS!!! GODDAMMIT, EVERYTHING I WRITE SOUNDS LIKE A FUCKING GRADE SCHOOL ESSAY!
"I went to the Sex Without Souls show today. It was fun!! Then I went to sleep."
I actually thought this up independently but many have already used it. Her nomination seems to be crashing and burning and now the Harriet Miers blog is at #1 on google. Sad thing is it's almost not satire. This is the person who's called Bush "The best governor ever!", "cool" and "The most brilliant man I have ever met". In a sense Miers is like Bush, someone without much talent or brains who got where they are on personal connections (Bush got those connections through money and family, Miers through flattery). Anyway, we're also choosing a Supreme Court nominee here in Canada and I'm pretty sure it's not going to be Martin's lawyer.
Remember New Orleans? Crazy, yet hot conservative Michelle Malkin has a bunch of e-mails shooting back and forth inside FEMA. As things are going to shit Michael "You're doing a heck of a job Brownie" Brown is bombarded with calls to do something his press secretary respondes that he's a busy man and needs more than 20 or 30 minutes to eat (because restaurants are very busy too). A FEMA worker at the superdome blows up:
I had stayed up way late last night writing an essay and then had only gotten a couple hours of sleep before my 9am class. Politics of Gender and Globalization. I stumbled into the room and took a seat. This weeks lecture was on Transnational Feminism. I think. The Sandman was winning the battle for my attention span. I was comicing in my notebook and drawing the ape-ish girl next to me (by which I mean she resembled a gorilla, not that she deserved to be on Goin' Ape. Oh yeah and she had hair circa Neil 1999). All of a sudden I heard the prof say "techno-muscular capitalism". I have no idea what the context was but for the next 90 minutes I could focus on nothing other than the image in my head of buffed-up, cyborg Adam Smith. There is a comic of him to follow.
Tonite Tom broke the handle of hour toilet, I don't know how. Not wanting to disturb our landlord this late we set about to improvise a solution. Using a zip tie, metal washer and the handyman's secret weapon, duct tape, we were able to jerry-rig a temporary handle plug pull device thing.
My friend is producing or directing Henrik Ibsen's Doll House for the Trent Drama Society. I'm pretty sure we performed Ibsen in grade 12. That's when Sam got to use the famous "chicanery" line. She's holding auditions. Someone please refresh my memory (cause I'm too lazy to check sparknotes.com. Alls I vaguely remember is Chicanery, they were set in depressing christianburg, someone wanted to build a spa and Gillian Wheatley's dress. Oh wait that wasn't Ibsen, but it damn well should have been.
I need sleep.
trammy says: (12:03:03 AM)
so do u work?
neb says: (12:03:33 AM)
neb says: (12:03:36 AM)
IN MY PANTS!
trammy says: (12:03:47 AM)
neb says: (12:04:01 AM)
when i go to work, i wear pants.
trammy says: (12:04:12 AM)
trammy says: (12:04:20 AM)
trammy says: (12:04:38 AM)
though, at first, with a bit of imagination
trammy says: (12:04:48 AM)
"in my pants" could've provided another meaning
I guess the marriage is off with Tram? She's broke up w/ her boyfriend, and is pretty broke up about it. I don't want to air her dirty laundry though.
I will air this however:
neb says: (10:51:51 PM)
don't get me wrong, i like the cheese
neb says: (10:51:57 PM)
it's just an awful idea
trammy: Dont phunk with my heart says: (10:52:02 PM)
trammy: Dont phunk with my heart says: (10:52:30 PM)
i think cheese is the best thing since electricity
neb says: (10:53:03 PM)
cheese came before electricity, tram.
trammy: Dont phunk with my heart says: (10:53:20 PM)
it did? oops
Very fun article from my Quebec History course: 'Thieving buggers' and 'stupid sluts': Insults and poular culture in New France. Some of these guys cuss like the dude from Holy Grail ("You are a grasshopper from hell! ... I will crush you like a seabiscuit!" And the author's name is Moogk, which is also very cool.
Moving from funny to creepy, this article about sex dolls is quite disturbing. Although I wonder why we regard these men as pathetic and creepy, while having no similar reaction to women with dildos? It could be that it's a matter of having a whole fake person, but if the doll was in (no pun intended) box form, it'd still be just as bad. Room for thought.
Also, I don't know if I've linked to this and even if I haven't I'll probably have been PBF'd on it but this recut trailer for The Shining is awesome
Okay so you know how we're always creating the hypothetical who-would-win-in-a-fight scenerios? We some bright light has made a website based on this. Supergirl is ranked #1. There are 1301 famous people or icons and the computer gives you a randomly generated battle between two of them. Among the fights that I saw were Martin Luther vs. Joan of Arc (this was a tough one but in the end I decided that Luther would will because he created a new branch of a religion and has more followers than Joan) and The Pink Panther vs. Henrick Ibsen. There are other arena like "Who is more evil?" and "which religious figure would will in a fight?" where I was given Jesus vs........OPTIMUS PRIME. Tough decision, I know.
with the sound of posting
Yesterday was a blast. Salmon Eye rapped a cappella at the MONDO party open mic. Not terribly well, but we were at least enjoyed as a novelty act. Salmon Eye did our cover of 3 MC's and 1 DJ - 2 MC's and no DJ . We met up with Mike Stapleton again (www.being.tk) and he is sketchy, but a great guy to talk to.
Then we went to Colleen's party and had a drunken blast. Wine and dancing, huzzah. Pizza, too. We stayed too late, but that was Sam's fault, opening that Grolsch. By the time I got to bed it was almost 6 a.m. Slept in until 2:00 pm today. Hangover, grr. I know I drank less than Salmon Ben.
Watched The Harder They Come with my sister this afternoon. This is my fifth viewing and I just realized one of the crucial pieces of the plot. I'm no sissy, but that patois gets pretty thick sometimes.
I read a quote from Frank Capra the other day from the 1960's. He said people "know that a ten-second network exposure can make a national figure out of a genius or a nitwit," and that television "has changed us all from people to performers. And all that goes on in the world today is a performance for television."
It's an interesting idea, I think it's at least partially true. Look at how quickly media coverage itself became a topic at the start of Gulf War II. The events that actually happen are not as important as the way they're presented to us. I was sort of reaching at this in a comic I made last year, Roy-ality. I am interested in how people get very worked up over assinine things they've been told are controversial.
I ran capture the flag last night. Big success. We drew about 15 students from each college which was good because we were able to rekindle the inter-collegiate rivalry which loses its enthusiasm after Intro Week. Everyone applauded my idea to use glo-sticks to distinguish teams, they were very useful. Too bad the weather was inconsistent with a tendency towards rain, otherwise we probably could have had a bigger draw. Champlain won both games
The LEC athletic rep, Tess, and I discussed playing an unsanctioned unofficial game of capture the flag later in the year. The obvious benefits of this would be no waivers and fewer rules. The area that we played in yesterday is so easy to climb up, over and around it would add another dimension to the game. Roof top CTF is fun!