Twisted Filler Tuesdays v1.0

Needless to say, I haven’t had much to say lately. Well, on here. I seem to have a lot to say. It just lately tends to stay in rants out in ‘the real world’, and rarely makes it’s way to the absolutes of the digital realm. Meh. Today is one of those days. So, from now on (well, until I tire of it), Tuesdays will now be Twisted Filler Tuesdays. And, as such, a Meh-me, originally stolen from someone by Dawn. Her one main rule was NOT to copy her answers. Spoilsport. Well, on with it.

1. Name something you use in the shower?
Hmmm, well I can’t use shampoo, as Dawn took it already (cripes my hair is going to get disgusting), so I suppose soap, but the soap is useless unless there is water to emulsify the soap.

2. Name something a football player wears under his uniform?
Wow. How gender biased. What an assumption that women can’t play footy alongside men. But a player can wear shin pads under the socks of their uniform.

3. Name something people hate to find on their windshield.
A parking ticket. Unless I’m working. Then I don’t care. Work covers parking tickets for me while I’m on the clock. One of the very few perks.

4. Name something a man might buy before a date?
Petrol. Flowers were taken by Dawn.

5. What’s another word for blemish?
Well, when referring to the cereberally inert world, a blemish would have to be ‘better than a slap in the face’. Don’t believe me? Check this out.

6. Something you’d cook in the microwave?
Definitely not a cat. I’d never dream of it. However, someone did. That’s why there’s a warning in your microwave manual that you shouldn’t cook your pet in the microwave oven. However, popcorn is quite tasty.

7. Name a piece of furniture people need help moving.
A Steinway Grand Piano.

8. Name a reason a younger man might like an older woman?
Actually, I have three. One, they are into Cougars. Two, they are into MILF’s. Three, they were involved in the CFOX Buck Hunt.

9. Name something a dog does that embarrasses its owner.
I don’t know much about dogs, but CATS have this urge to sit on one’s privates.

10. Name a kind of test you cannot study for.
PHYS 114 (wait, that would explain my grade). Maybe and electrocardiogram?

11. Name something a boy scout gets a badge for?
Scout badge embroidery?

12. Name a phrase with the word ‘Home’ in it?
You Can’t Go Home Again. Oh wait. That’s a Battlestar Galactica episode.

13. Name a sport where players lose teeth?
Well, since Dawn took hockey, I pick something from her side of the pond. Hurling.

14. Name something a teacher can do to ruin a student’s day?
Make the boy genius of the class the ‘Teacher’s Pet’ in a public announcement at recess.

15. What is a way you can tell someone has been crying?
Tears running down their face? Duh.

16. Name something found under a car?
A pool of engine oil.

17. Name a bird you wouldn’t want to eat?
Any bird named Spears, Richie, Hilton, Lohan, and the like. And they say pigeons are swimming in disease.

18. Name something that gets folded?
Seven high in Texas Hold’em.

19. Name what happened to this question?
It was copied from Dawn’s blog, bolded, and answered.

20. Name something that gets smaller the more you use it?
[looks down his pants] well thankfully not that. A pencil, for sure though, does.

If you decide to steal this and do it, please link back.

That is all.

30 days of pre-vis

With all the facucta nonsesne in my ‘Golden World’ lately, mostly surrounding misreading friends who stab you in the back, and of course the nonsense going on at work with really petty superiors, it becomes easy to lose focus. I did not come out here to NOT work in film. I did not leave family and friends behind NOT to find any new, real friends. But, through the crap, sometimes it’s very hard to lose sight of what’s important.

Being a filmie, there starts to become a very simple way regain focus. Pre-vis. Or, for those NOT in the know (Todd this category always seems to revolve around you) pre-visualization. In filmic terms, storyboarding, animatics, and roughly shot video footage fall in this category. It helps bridge the gap from imagination to tangiability.

Like the next month. Ughh. It’s gonna be hell. Work is the worst in the upcoming month. But one month from now, less one day, I will be here. And to ease the next month, to bridge the gap I will endure, I had to do the following pre-visualizational technique:

My Gods, I make this look good!

That is all.

Say, Roberto, can you score 30 goals in less than thirty games?

As the ‘Nucks enter the stretch toward the trade deadline, we’ve been subject to many trade rumours. Marian Hossa. Martin Havlat. Even Mats Sundin, the harbinger of the hockey apocalypse (hell, the fucker plays for the Leafs, need I say any more?) has been named in trades. But with all this talk, I remember words from Jay Janower, something to the effect of are we a trade or two away from the Cup?

My thought? Hell fucking no! Until Morrison returns, really all we can muster is one solid line of offence. Naslund and two Sedins. Frankly, we need size with skill more than we need a rental player at the cost of our future. So unless Nonis can swing the proverbial ‘Courtnall for Kordic’ trade. Maybe Brian Burke will suffer major brain damage and we can pawn off Sami Salo for Ryan Getzlaf.

And maybe Stewie Griffin will truly want to live in harmony with Lois.

So, it leaves two possible scenarios come trade time. One, we lose potential long term talent in the likes of Ryan Kesler, Alex Edler, Luc Bourdon, and possible picks for 20 games with playoffs of the likes of the aforementioned non-Canuck talent. And without the possibility of signing Forsberg, there really is not a lot of options to bolster our inconsistent offence. Cripes, we do make the Mild of Minnesota look like an offensive juggernaut, don’t we?

Otherwise, we won’t make a big deal, and may very well have to rely on Luongo to help with the offence. At least it seems he’s returning back to form after a lull that spans to games prior to the All-Star Break. Thank the Gods. Now if the skaters could do something to help keep the pressure off of Canada’s goalie for 2010.

And, in semi-related news, after a week of searching, I finally, FINALLY found this (the initial run sold out in less than 4 hours):

That is all.

Just when you thought the world couldn’t get any dumber Part I

Having been in BC for nearly three years has had something of a certain set of cultural differences from the east. More wide open hockey. Less friends (not that I really had many in the east to begin with). Rain instead of snow. Great views. Summer sunsets at 10:15 PM. Steve Darling.

Hell, even idiots who don’t pull over for emergency vehicles. I’ve slowly come to terms with the fact that driving skill is something in very short supply in British Columbia. Mind you, it could be worse. We could live in Alberta. And just how wide do the Rockies have to be to keep those assholes out? Let alone the gits from Ontariariario? But I’m ranting. Sort of. But this is a rant.

Yes, people in increasing numbers do not respectively pull over and stop to let emergency vehicles (id est Ambulances and Fire Trucks) through in order for them to perform their essential, life saving acts. And before I go on, I would like to quote, verbatim, from the ICBC vehicular manual:

You must yield right-of-way to emergency vehicles such as police cars and ambulances. Whenever you see flashing lights and/or hear sirens, be sure to pull over to the side of the road and stop.

Now, if you’re like me, you think, duh, of course you do. People that don’t are assholes. And they are. But today took the cake. Sheer minutes from getting home from hell work, sure enough a fire truck was coming up from behind. Myself and several others pull over and stop, as is traditionally required. And then there was the Lower Mainland’s village idiot behind me. And if the most retarded person I’ve seen all year stumbles across this blahg, yes, it was you asshole, who honked your horn behind my black Chev Cavalier at about 4:15 PM in Surrey on 72nd just past 134th, for pulling over and stopping for a fire truck with sirens and signals on.

But he didn’t end with this. He then pulled up beside my car, as the fire truck was passing, to inform me that what I did was a moving violation, as you are supposed to pull over if you can, but just keep moving. What I did apparently was in clear violation of what’s in the ICBC manual, and in violation of the codes set by the Ministry of Transportation. I was too mad to get his plate number to share this idiot’s identity with the world here on the interweb, and all I could really retaliate with was ‘learn to read before you’re misinterperetation gets someone killed’.

Reading the above excerpt, it’s exactly what seems to be the problem. Nobody knows the rules of the road because they are incapable of reading it from the texts that outline them. Screw the surchage on ICBC rates for poor drivers. Just make drivers take a literacy test before renewing their licences again. And those who fail, take away their driving priviledges. It will make the roads much safer.

Maybe. It’s worth a shot though.

That is all.

Howe Sound Revisited

Well, this was the same day as Shannon Falls (as a winter sunny day in Vancouver is a rare occurence).

Enjoy.

That is all.

Shannon Falls Revisited

Normally one would head north to ski at Whistler. But, if one stops at Squamish along the way, this is part of the view to take in:

Gods, I love this province.

That is all.

Words from the old man

Well, this old man…

“The Cylon War is long over, yet we must not forget the reasons why so many sacrificed so much in the cause of freedom. The cost of wearing the uniform can be high, but… sometimes it’s too high.

You know, when we fought the Cylons, we did it to save ourselves from extinction. But we never answered the question ‘Why?’ Why are we as a people worth saving? We still commit murder because of greed and spite and jealousy, and we still visit all of our sins upon our children. We refuse to accept the responsibility for anything we’ve done, like we did with the Cylons. We decided to play God, create life. When that life turned against us, we comforted ourselves in the knowledge that it really wasn’t our fault, not really. You cannot play God and then wash your hands of the things that you’ve created.

Sooner or later, the day comes when you can’t hide from the things that you’ve done anymore.”

Frightening how much this show rings true for me…

That is all.

Why I can’t live anywhere but Beautiful British Columbia

Reason #1: Views like this:

Now mind you this is an hour drive from home, but views just as stunning, and even more stunning, are abound throughout this giant province of ours. This particular view is from Shannon Falls Provincial Park, looking across to the mountains the other side of Howe Sound, just south of Squamish.

Nothing like getting away from it all after a hellish week.

That is all.

Post Tubal Ligation Syndrome

For those of you who read Dawn’s blahg, you may know she wrote this post about Post Tubal Ligation Syndrome, or PTLS in short. Having been through the procedure of tubal ligation herself, she has strong concerns around the conditions as a result. What has really been surprising is the amount of response this post has garnered. Over sixty comments and a first page Google hit really shows the strength of the concern regarding PTLS.

However, not many resources exist in regards to PTLS. Many in the medical community disregard PTLS as any form of a health risk , and what information exists is few and far between. In response, and seeing the strength a single post has generated, Dawn has set up this forum in order to spread the word about the health effects and variety of concerns and issues surrounding PTLS.

Please feel free to visit the forum, leave a comment, and write a post linking back to the forum so that we can spread the word and educating others about the effects involved with PTLS.

Regards