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Saturday, September 23, 2006
More Kvetching (Special Religion Edition)
Christ, was that a terrible Rosh Hashanah today. Every second thing was a song by a guitar-playing hack trying to relive her hippy years or adorable children who also couldn't sing. At least the children were cute. I understand how they want to make things more accesible, but that's not the same as crappy. On Yom Kippur, we fast and our sins are forgiven. Sins against God (or "The Eternal" as they call I have a new cell phone number, so if anyone wants it just email me. It contains not one but two Satanic references!
Friday, September 22, 2006
On The Black Lips' Dick Tricks.
"Cole's dick tricks began when he was in a band called the Renegades at the age of 14 or 15," explains drummer Joe Bradley from his Atlanta home. "They were trying to do stuff by the Sex Pistols and the Damned but couldn't play their instruments that well, so they resorted to stage antics. It began with Cole smearing some of that Nickelodeon Gak stuff on his dick and setting it on fire, but that almost got the 513 Club shut down for indecent exposure. "Then he started plunking on the strings with his penis, but he'd complain about getting all these scabs. That's when he came up with the idea of peeing in his own mouth and spewing it at the audience. We don't want to be known as a gimmick band, so he doesn't whip it out every night – just when everything feels right. I'm okay with it as long as he's not pissing on me."
(From the recent NOW.)
Box: I met that guy, usually he panhandles by doing a really really shitty version of Rapper's Delight, garbledly, then becoming extremely sobre and asking impassionedly for money. He hangs around Sneaky Dees a lot.
UPDATE
Don't call me about the party right now on acct of my phone being out of power. Call me tomorrow night, around 10 or 11.
Also, I don't like Richard Branson, but if I need to take a plane, I'm taking one of his.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Hypothetically speaking
Am I crazy magnet? Do I exude pheramones that only crazy people smell? Yesterday marked the second bizarre encounter on Dundas in three days. I'm walking along Dundas and I am stopped by a man I can only describe and rodent like. He was like an darker, more Portuguese, 45 year-old Neil. With freaky bloodshot eyes. He volunteers that he is Portuguese and axes me what my nationality is (Canajun?). He tells me his name is John, but that he is rapper and his street name is Mad-B. He axes if I know the Sugarhill Gang (of course)then starts spitting some rhymes I don't recognize, which probably has something to do with his incomprehensible slurry speech. In mid verse he seems to ask "basketball, skateboard or kung-fo?" "Basketball" says I, so he raps about basketball. At least I assume he was rapping about basketball, he was pretty hard to understand.
He finishes rapping and says "I been practicing a long time. You should come hear me rap up on College Street." Then he gives me a hug and walks away.
Weirded out.
Here's a hypothetical situation.
Say you were the secretary to the Prime Minister of Thailand and you were with him visiting the United Nations in New York. And say he was deposed by a hypothetical coup. What would happen to you? Do you suddenly become unemployed? Does your credit card expense account from the Thai government immediately become invalid? Do you return to Bangkok and offer your services to the new interim PM? If it was me I would run up massive debt on my government credit card and hope that in the excitement of a coup nobody remembers that I'm staying the Waldorf-Astoria and eating lobster three times a day.
YROK YORK YORK YKRO!
I believe J.G. Samuel made an indirect listchallenge when asking us to tell him our courses. Like all honourable men, I must meet the challenge.1) Feature Screenwriting II: The plan this time is to make a feature screenplay (as opposed to a treatment last year which has no dialogue). I'm going to do that story I've told most of you that involves inept criminals and reality TV. I'll leave it at that as far as the internet is concerned, since I know it has a penchant for stealing ideas. Read my stuff? Feedback? Maybe later...
2) Acting & Directing I: Oooh! Directing. Acting for cameras. Different game. Introductory. Fun? Sure. And John Greyson. (Sam, you might like Making of Monsters for its Brechtian Brechtism.)
3) Uh, Story Editing. This one could be very cool. Very useful. I'm inclined to think this is a better way to learn story structure than Feature Screenwriting. They should almost make this a pre-req to Feature SW rather than the reverse.
4) 1/2 course. Studies course.
Today I got my YU card. (Yay Sam, Colleen!) And bumped into Claire who I hant seen in ageages.
I cleaned up my room, too and put up the artwork I've had sitting areund a while. Yay. New behinnings for Renny.
Listen, ye, to these announcements three:
Announcement the first:I have a show upcoming at the Whippersnapper Gallery on September 30th. It's Sleep is for Dead People 2, so it goes from 7pm saturday night till 7pm Sunday, which at any point during you should come and visit (bring food, beer), and then at 7 on Sunday it becomes an opening. It's exciting! it's going to be fun. But I'm going to be a wreck because I think I have to work brunch saturday morning, and the night before is...
2. Party. Sept 29th (friday). 9pm? @ Jonna's. Y'all are invited. Call me for details + exact location. Oh, regular readers, you're invited too. Email me at nebmeister AT hotmail DOT com for info/screening to make sure you're not going to kill us all.
And three some of you should already know from reading Overcompensating: Wigu's Case of the Missile Crisis is now on the web for readins. I will read it tonightZ0rzZz!
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Work bloggin' it
So somehow my NSERC project with the molecular biology hoo-ha turned into a year-round part time job. And for a 50% reduction in hours when going from NSERC to Faculty of Med payroll I only took a 15% pay cut. So yeah, NSERC summer student wages blow chunks. So I'm here at ye olde CCBR two days a week now (Tues & Thurs, stalkers take note), and TA'ing a course at U of T Mississauga. It's a third year course on Artificial Intelligence, one that I haven't even taken (and am actually registered for in the spring, downtown). So my students will be like, a year younger than me, possibly older than me. If I were an asshole I'd say to them "Don't worry, it's okay, I'm from the real UofT". If I were an asshole.
Oh, and I'm also helping one of my profs out with this thing for a project course credit. And taking 4 courses on top of that. Yes, this will be one busy ass semester after all.
I'm beginning to think that my limbs are fucking defective. My leg recently has begun to hurt, but only when I'm trying to get to sleep. The other day a coordinational "disagreement" between me and my left arm led to a seriously painful liaison with a wooden ledge. And now my right thumb is hurting for no good reason at all. Maybe if I threaten them with amputation they'll fall into line.
A bunch of shit I've run into lately:
- Quite possibly the funniest news story I've seen in years
- PC World's list of the 25 worst websites "ever"
- A really fucking cool animation tool
- A really bizzarre video about G.W. Bush as a jedi
- Admission that when the Americans want answers, Canadian intelligence officials just make shit up
- and finally, something to play on your laptop at the airport
Until next time, keep fit and have fun! BODYBREAK!
Run to the hills
Thanks to Benji's ear to the ground of market research I signed up for a beer tasting session. All I had to do was show up at the Days Inn on Carleton. No trick and/or skill testing questions (e.g. Ads for what beer company feature an annoying Scotish paedophile?)They served samples of 4 beers and we just rated them on smell, colour, bitterness and other qualities. Pretty easy stuff. I sat next to the actor who was in the Kit Kat slacker ads.
In other news, chocolate ads are destroying the American social fabric.
EDIT: While walking home I was stopped by one of the most hard-done-by guys I have ever seen. He just stopped me and said "the leafs lost last night". I wasn't wearing any piece of Maple Leafs clothing, just my Montreal Expos baseball hat, so he must have just instinctivly known that I would care. After recovering myself, I was genuinely intersted so I asked "Oh yeah? Who were they playing?". We proceeded to have a five minute conversation on Dundas Street about the Leafs, their chances this year, and the outrageous cost of tickets. During this exchange I took in the details of his appearance. He had the most severly crooked nose I have ever seen, it looked like it had been pnched sideways. He also had 2 black eyes and matching teeth. In the end he asked for a buck for coffee, I had none so I offered a bus ticket. He accpeted.
Please make sure I get my nose straighted at a hospital if it ever gets broken.
It's a library book, asshole
Y'know what really grinds my gears?
If you're going to scribble all over a book, which I don't approve of anyway, do it on a book you bought. I have to read this book for my course because I'm too cheap to buy it, please don't deface it.
Homecoming was great. I won't give a recount of my weekend cause I asked someone what he did and he went: "We drank at my house, then we went to Aberdeen, then we went to a friend's house and drank" and I realized that described my Homecoming as well. Tons of cops, but everyone was really chill. The legions of volunteers minimized broken glass and nothing bad happened must to the dismay of the hoards of students who descended from elsewhere to partake in breaking shit.
Neil was up and I hung out with him. I had actually gotten back from a party friday night and was drinking with the housemates. The bell rang, I answered it and was literally pulled out of my house and taken to a dance party. I met someone at the party who was just as nerdy as me, we spent time quoting Joss Whedon Internet posts to each other. Good times.
I'd like to put in a plug for whiskey which I really like. Fills you with warmth and courage. I was drinking Forty Creek (smoother than Patrick Stewart's head and twice as expressive), an act I owe to several people.
Housemate: You're just getting wine? Get some whiskey.
Me: Okay... I'll get this.
Housemate [disgusted]: A mickey? Man it up!
I got a bottle of Canadian Club, but they were doing samplings of Forty Creek at the front and it was so good I traded in the Canadian Club (and tossed in 20¢s) and got it. Also, I have to reaffirm that Jägerblasters are awesome. And now back to readings (and if I get them done, Arrested Development season 2).
