Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Saturday, June 24, 2006
There's really no weekend quite as unsatisfying as the one you truly needed to unwind, only to have it robbed from you by an unpleasant cold. Got some socialization in last night, but my plans to go see the Dixons tonight were stolen from me. Angela's off babysitting the Brownies at camp this weekend. Just sitting here with the internet, especially Deviantart, as my companion. Being kept alive by a steady stream of kleenexes, drugs, soup, rest, and an awesome tea by Tazo called Passion. It sustains me.
Nadia is back in town, which has me cheerful. In Montreal, we talked up a storm. We also bickered a fair bit; petty arguments about political and philosophical issues far beyond our scale as human beings. Arguments about the way we argued. But none of it matters, because at the end of the day that's just how we are. I can only be thankful to experience such deep friendship as ours as I blip briefly in and out of the mortal coil. Welcome home, my friend. Welcome home.
Thursday, June 22, 2006
I've never played a Super Smash Bros. game. Mostly because ever since the original Mortal Combat I've found one-on-one fighting games to be rather dull. The newest version of the genre will include some interesting new cameos. Mario, Wario, Kirby, Zelda and Pikachu will make their usual appearances, but the game will also include Pit from Kid Icarus, and more interestingly our beloved Snake from Metal Gear Solid. I don't know exactly how a black-ops agent like Snake would take out a character such as Mario, but some fans imagine it would look something like this.
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Batman computer case mod. Need I say more?
Can I ask that now on anyone who visits our house and/or stays the night clean up after themselves? You guys eat a lot of our food, the least you could do is not make us (ie: me) your maid. Please and thank you.
Monday, June 19, 2006
Friday, June 16, 2006
These people make the best God-damn merlot I've ever had. DAMN is it good...
A day of working on configuring the Apple Xserve at work was followed by an early departure and meeting Angela for delicious Mediterranean food on Granville. Amorous wonder. Then found the wine (see above) which my boss heartily recommended at The Old Admiral's liquor store.
This week ended in a satisfactory manner. I hope the weekend is also nice.
P.S. - Go Oilers.
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
This horrible man has been rolling around in my head for quite a while now. Despite my limited drawing skills I just had to get him out on paper. I think he turned out fairly well... or appropriately awful.
Monday, June 12, 2006
Watch this. Watch it right this very moment.
UPDATE: For no reason whatsoever, here's some movies I might like to see...
The Proposition: Growing up with my dad endeared me somewhat to the "blood and guts western" (as he would call it). I've seen The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly quite a number of times since I was a kid. So I'm intrigued by The Proposition, which is a western which takes places in colonial Australia: a very similar environment to the American frontier west. My friends will also be interested to know that the score and screenplay for this film were both written by Nick Cave.
Ratatouille: Fresh out of the gate as an acquisition of Disney, Pixar has given us a glimpse of another project on the way for next summer. I can only hope that their quality of entertainment will continue and that Disney will take the laissez-faire approach with Pixar material. I also have to check out Cars, which will probably give me a good idea as to whether or not I'll continued to be interested in Pixar projects.
Lady in the Water: I'm an official fan of M. Night Shamayalan. Though I was generally disappointed with The Village, I consistently enjoy his other movies; they're really the only type of "scary movies" that I don't find to be cheap and trite. I look forward to this one.
Who Killed the Electric Car: This should be a real eye-opener. The politics of fossil fuels continue to baffle me. I'll also be checking out Al Gore's An Inconvenient Truth and crossing my fingers that he'll make a run for President instead of some waffling Democratic wiener.
Sunday, June 11, 2006
Camping at Allouette Lake was nice. The weather was cooperative and it was nice to see everyone again in one place. Fire, smores, air mattresses, Mad-Libs, smoke inhalation. Sarah, thank you for letting us borrow your tent. A deal is a deal. ;-)
I have a soft spot for pop music. Despite all my disgust for easily-consumable culture, I still have an appreciation for a simple and tuneful song. This owed at least somewhat to the fact that I don't listen to the radio (with the exception of CBC-2), and by the time a hit song enters my consciousness everyone else is already sick-to-fucking-death of it. It's a guilty pleasure, so to speak. But I really don't feel too guilty about it; I'm aware of what it is that I'm consuming culturally at any given time. I listen to plenty more decent stuff and don't go around lauding pop as "art".
Time to haul out and polish up some of my own pop-sicles.
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
It's nice to be back. I had a pleasant plane ride in, though the landing was doubly intense. For while our plane touched ground we were all glued to our satellite TV screens watching as the Edmonton Oilers blew their first game against the Carolina Hurricanes. The flight attendant reminded us that while Transport Canada requires that we remove our headphones, the TVs would remain on. So they did, though her safety spiel whilst we taxied towards the gate was interrupted by a massive groan of disappointment as the Hurricanes scored on backup goalie Ty Conklin (who sucks).
This joke has officially reached a saturation point.
Camping this weekend. Because I can always use more R&R.
Sunday, June 04, 2006
The day was sunny and pleasantly facilitated much walking around. I've added an additional 26 photos to the MontrÚal gallery. They were all taken today.
There were more pregnant ladies today. My theory is validated.
Let me say right now that I have no idea how the Quebecois stay alive day to day with a diet which includes such things as poutine and smoked meat sandwiches. We concluded that it must be because this place is unabashedly arctic six months of the year. I tried poutine today and almost died (Admittedly, that could be a result of its combination with beer). Poutine: fried starch, cheese curds, and fatty gravy. I told Nadia that if you poured icing sugar on top it would cause the dish to collapse and open a vortex to another, more fatty, dimension. "The alchemy of unhealth is complete," she said in her wizard-man voice. Ph3@r her dark majicks. You are curs-ed!
Tomorrow I will be back in your arms, my darling. Do not fret.
Saturday, June 03, 2006
Had I realized to do so when I arrived, (and had I the gall, which I probably don't) I would have snapped a picture of every single lingerie shop I have seen since I arrived here in Montreal. Chances are, I would have more lingerie-shop pictures than the total number of trip photos I have actually taken. They're everywhere, and not just chains like "La Senza" or "La Vie en Rose", but tons of independent names. Then there are the sex shops, tastefully interspersed among regular neighborhoods as if they were no less normal or essential than the wine store or the patisserie shop. Next you've got the fact that everyone here is incredibly attractive. Single men, if you're willing to learn French, you may have a shot at one of the many gorgeous Qu├ęb├ęcoise babes... but you'd have to compete against the equally hawtsome Qu├ęb├ęcois boys. All this can only amount to one product:
The Qu├ęb├ęcois(e) love to LOVE.
Perhaps this would explain why every day we went out for a walk we saw at least two or three pregnant young women. Buns in ovens; they're fairly ubiquitous. With an overall negative birth rate, the fastest growing population in Canada (through birth) is certainly the French part. I surmise that it's all part of a diabolical scheme to slowly but surely outnumber the English part of Canada! Either that or they just love to love... ... I REALLY need to get home soon.
Speaking of people who love to love, G├╝nther is all the rage in Europe. Subject yourself to his kitschy Eurotrashedness, if you dare...
Angela and I had felt a little guilty about not having the time or energy to go out and see the Brian Jungen exhibit on the last day it was showing at the Vancouver Art Gallery. It was therefore quite a pleasant surprise to discover that where I am now, Montreal, is in fact the exhibition's next stop. So yesterday Nadia and I made a visit to MusÚe d'art contemporain de MontrÚal. Expect to see life-size Narwhal skeletons painstakingly constructed out of plastic chairs, or pacific First Nations style masks made from Nike Air athletic shoes. Social commentary aside, the objects provide a sense of wonder and evoke feelings about the convergence between the natural and artificial, between traditional and mass culture.
I also bought TEA.
We're gonna try to go up on the mountain today. Or as I, the Vancouverite, would call it, the "gently sloping hill".
Its good that the trip is winding down, because I'm starting to get homesick... or more specific-person-sick, perhaps.
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Mom's getting impatient. So here's some photos.
Less humid today. Much nicer.