03/28/2004 - 04/04/2004
I just watched Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind, the first feature film by Hayao Miyazaki. WOW. Just simply incredible. Possibly his best film; I don't want to say that too soon before the whole picture has settled in my brain, but it was just amazing. Again, classic Miyazaki width of imagination, coupled with a very important story. There's something about this central character and this story which was profoundly powerful that I'm still trying to place.
Good voice acting even - seriously, much better than most of the Disney dubs. Alison Lohman (hottie of Big Fish) and Patrick Muthafuckin' Stewart shine.
If you're one of us who can eat with a fork* and therefore go to York then pick it up from SMIL after I return it on Monday.
* except when you're eating a double bacon mushroom melt combo
P.S. Went to Burlington and Hamilton on Friday. 'Twas pretty good. We made a GIANT platter of nachos at Tony's. 12$ in material fees alone!
Awesome right? I know you're all pleased to hear that. I feared that it was permanently lost in the abyss of my cloest. There are 11 cartridges left. Ryan has several hundred small firecrckers, we shall see what mayhem can be engineered. I'll make sure to save some for when I come home at the winter break. Suggestions?
Devon and I saw Jarhead last night. It was really good and avoids the soapbox.
Went to a belated-Halloween/cocktail party held by Kate's friend Elaine. I brought chocolate liquer, delicious stuff. A bunch of first year girls showed up and got drunk. So did Devon, he eventually got home and passed out in his Grim Reaper costume
I made the most illinest dinner tonite. I roasted some potatoes and fried a huge mess of 'shrooms and onions. Lot's of sourcream on top. I was salivating. The leafs won to make a good night better. Except that I'm lame and home on a Saturday night.
I borrowed Chester Brown's I Never Liked You from my friend the other day. I've read it four times. Which doesn't actually take long, considering his really minimalist style, but that's fine-- it's still very potent. The first time I read it through, I felt curiously unaffected by the material, which is often excrutiatingly sad, but it really stuck with me. I finished it on the bus back from York, but was unable to read anything else the rest of the trip. The more I thought about it, the more it lingered, and the more it hurt. I think this was really intended-- Brown is so detached the entire book. It reminds me a little of Garden State, the way Zach Braff starts off so medicated, and the shots are so sterile, but become less disaffected as his drug-induced stupor wears down.
I think that it really eats him up inside. Chester Brown, I mean, and how he acted as a kid. Perhaps that's why he wrote the book in the first place. (It is autobiographical.)
This one really got to me. Even right now, decontextualised, it sits really heavy:
My website's almost done. It's full of that weird random artsy bullshit that I hate and love concurrently. I'm proud of some of my moving gifs though.
Nothing says art like pictures of the 'teevee'.
So as you know I'm taking drugs for my strep throat. Or rather I was, because I am apperently allergic to it as the rash that has covered my whole body would attest (though, I should add, not the fatal flesh-eating varient). So now I'm not sure what I should do with my remaining supply. Sell them to first years?
Anyway, here's a really-funny-yet-scary Christian advice column from a magazine named Brio. It's worth a browse-through definitely. A great quote from Brio was found by the very awesome Matt Yglesias (one of my favourite bloggers who has three blogs and likes Pony Up![!]):
Say your friend Brad is standing before your youth group because your youth pastor asked him to read a passage from the Bible. Brad pauses as he’s reading to make eye contact with the group, just as his speech teacher taught him to do. The moment Brad looks up, he sees a girl wearing a tight T-shirt. Immediately, Brad’s mind is distracted from the Lord and the Bible — two things he’s truly interested in.
Brad’s able to keep going. He doesn’t let on that he’s no longer concentrating on the words coming from his mouth. But in fact, for the rest of the evening, Brad feels uncomfortable around the girl he spotted, struggling between sinful thoughts and wanting to treat her as a sister in Christ.
All because of a T-shirt? you might think. Yes — all because of a tight T-shirt that showed too much of a girl’s body.
Fuck, now I have to write a 6 page essay in one day (and I'm supposed to go to work tonight!!! 9:30-3:00am, so it's not even like I have time after work to work on the essay!!!!!)
Yorkers, Yorkers. Oh the wretches, the masses of this blog of ours.
Um, no info real on the strike.
Somebody in me program sent me this site, which looks pretty negative. (Also looks like TA's lovezorz teh bloggin') I also heard the dealine was 7 am tomorrow ( thursday ).
Anyways, best of luck. I am hopin' no strike, it'd cripple my film-editing work.
Is CUPE going to strike? I kind of hope they do, but only for a couple of days, cuz I don't want Excal production inturrupted, not to mention classes... I just need more time for my huge ass essay due Friday. If I can just have Friday's class off, I'm good!
Onto other news... Who wants to go see The Subways with me on Dec 9th at the Mod Club?? Please? It's only $12.50. Might be fun.... Also, the STARS are playign Lee's Palace on the 16th I believe. Claire, Ben, and I are already going. You should come to, if you already aren't.
Ok, and now for something completly different...
What Mixed Drink Are You?
I hope that works...
So Matt and I are walking home from Catch23 (mediocre night, some super-funny shit though, and Graham had a pumpkin for a head), when who do we run into? That girl! The one from first year who was a creep and who I treated awfully! I can't remember her name!
I don't remember.
God, it was awkward. I feel pretty bad about totally standing her up. Not that I wanted to have anything to do with her. I just should have been a man and did the right thing. We missed a bullet though! She was coming to Clinton's! We excaped just in time.
I'm listening to my friend's band on MySpace. Have you ever been to MySpace? It's like a blog full of emo kids. Hahahaha! That is every blog, basically. The big difference is that on MySpace, not only to they post other people's lyrics to show how rotten their life is because they have an 11pm curfew, but they can upload other people's shitty hardxcore songs!
Anyways my friend is an incredibly awesome guitarist. I just wish his band was better. Maybe they could write some good songs! I would like that.