And as an introductory note to MCF, this won’t get to be like a Bond franchise unless you start remaking MCFAT episodes, a la Casino Royale.
1) What’s your worst and/or funniest drinking experience? If you never drink, it can be about someone you know, and if you don’t know anyone, move on to the next question.
Well, though I don’t drink as much as I used to (in my university days my blood stream could have been mistaken for a distillery), and though I don’t have many friends out here in BC, I don’t feel justified to move on to the next question. So, instead of incriminating myself, I shall make mention of a “friend”.
The first could very well seem like an urban legend of CH3CH2OH prowess, but I shall go on anyhow. At the fine academic institution I attended, we had no fraternities. Rather, we bonded together in groups based on our academic programs and graduation years (i.e. Applied Science ‘95, Mechanical Engineering). And being in the engineering program, we had around 31-35 hours of class per week, along with the same amount of work outside of class. So as such, when we partied, we partied hard. As such, our cliques or groups had events called “smokers”, which were semi-organized events at, for engineers, the centre of the universe.
Now for this particular smoker, was the Sci ‘95 end of first year exams smoker. Starting at 12pm, right after our PASCAL final. Most of us finished the final an hour or more before the alotted time drew to a close. Needless to say, as the dumb frosh we were, many started drinking in line while waiting the hour to get into Clark. One in particular, could barely stand upright upon entering the pub. Well, to wrap up this long story, this individual proceeded to double fist plastic cups of Labatt 50 on tap. Now keeping in mind this is April ‘92, we had a mosh pit (well, for the size of Clark, a mosh area), to which we moshed to Enter Sandman by Metallica and Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana. Well, our individual moshed, still double fisted, and surprisingly DID NOT SPILL A DROP OF SWEET, PRECIOUS BEER.
Was Rod Serling there that day?
2) Inspired by some of the insect images [MCF has] seen lately at B13’s and Unspace, what are some of your more horrific encounters with the insect world?
I personally don’t have horrific encounters with the insect world. When I was still in Ontario, the worst thing regarding insects was that I lived in a virtual West Nile Virus breeding ground. But I came out okay. I think.
However, I have had the pleasure of knowing quite a few ladies who completely freak out at the sight of a spider. I just can never figure that one out.
3) How would your life differ if you woke up one morning with no arms?
Well, first off, I don’t think I could ever use this Quagmire line:
“Hey guys, what’s going on? I was just jerki … ed out of a deep sleep.”
But seriously, my life would be drastically different. Being in film lighting, it does require electrical and lighting knowledge, but combines it with a lot of brute work. If I was to continue working in film, it would have to be in a much less physical capacity, like script supervisory or writing capacities (barring of course the dream of directing).
Personally things would change too. I would have to learn to ski without the use of my arms, hockey and baseball would be out of the equation, and most importantly, Dawn would have to learn to drive.
4) Born in the mid 1970s, a lot of the classic rock [MCF had] heard used as jingles for beer, trucks, and other appropriate products was my first exposure to those songs. Do you think some of these songs were ruined by becoming advertising elements? What songs from your formative years could you see being sampled for commercials some day, and for what sort of products?
I don’t think the songs were spoiled. First of all, being spoiled is in the eye of the beholder. Seeing as I don’t watch loads of commercialized television, and as such, I’m not exposed to nauseating levels of corporate advertising, thus I get to listen to my diverse list of songs, from Pink Floyd to the Beatles to Nine Inch Nails to Depeche Mode on my own terms, not to buy the car or the skin cream.
As to what songs from my formative years I could see for products? Well, it’s not a formative year song, nor is it for a product. I’d like to see the Liberals use Killing in the Name by Rage Against the Machine playing over clips of Stephen Harper as their major advertising campaign.
SPECIAL BONUS QUESTION: [MCF] started blogging on October 13th, 2004. Last year some of you may recall [MCF's] Best Blog Party Party, guest posts, year in review, and revealing photos. What sort of things should [MCF] do for this year’s Cloakfest?
Well, I started blogging around April 2004, and I remember this old irish friend who blogged a lot of interview amongst his flatmates and some friends in general. Maybe, just maybe, all participants in an event would have interview style questions for the lot, and then participants would answer one, several or all interviews.
That is all.
