Just a mild hiccough…

What’s a week break on a blahg in which I’m re-committing to post every day. Well, it’s life. It’s just getting more in my way in the last week and serves as a strong distraction and source of writer’s block. Hopefully, things are sorted and life can get back to normal. Still, with only an hour before I retire, and no topics I can do justice for in a small period of time, I bring you this meh-me, given to me by my better half, whom she found from her friend.

Simply put, I have been given the letter L and I have to come up with words beginning with said letter that have some meaning for me.

Without further adieu:

Leland. The name of two very impactful, well written television characters that resonated deeply within me. The first would be Leland Palmer. For those in my life (and there’s always a few who jump to the absolute wrong conclusion), I harbour no desire to bludgeon my first born daughter to death with a blunt instrument, place a single letter cut from newsprint under the ring finger of the left hand, wrap the corpse in plastic and set it afloat in the Fraser River. Rather, through Twin Peaks, I honed my deductive reasoning skills, and deduced before the season 1 cliffhanger that Leland was in fact the one who murdered his own daughter. My friends in school literally thought I was on crack, and it couldn’t be him. Boy, being right was frakking sweet.

I didn’t have the same luck for figuring out the fifth. I’m currently watching all the back episodes AGAIN to find what clues were left to hint that Ellen was the fifth. And they’re not in Occupation, Precipice, or Exodus.

Speaking of Galactica, the second Leland is Lee ‘Apollo’ Adama. I consistently refer to the show as a mirror to my soul. Lee is the core reason for this. I see so much similarity here it’s frightening. Even more frightening than the overlord of the world fantasy I share with Stewie. Short of a deceased younger brother, I have a troubled relationship with my father, a very defined set of right and wrong, and I feel like the outsider.

Lynch. As in David Lynch. My hero in the film industry. A sheer genius. In this whole path of re-evaluating myself, I think I need to go back through his films to regain my motivation for what I’m really here for. I’ve been told thousands of times I have real gifts. It’s time I really put them to use.

Lernaean. As in Lernaean Hydra. In my relationship with Dawn, she has opened me up to my spiritual side, and for me, towards my animal guide. A dragon. Most specifically, the multi-headed dragon. I am many minds about the same thing, a jack of all trades that can do multiple things at once, with a fierce disposition and an almost impenetrable hide. Still, dragons are highly misunderstood creatures.

Legacy. After watching the NHL All Star Game today, the game seeped in Habs legacy. I grew up a Canadiens fan, and though living out west, they’ll always hold a special place in my heart. Nothing else needs to be said short of this:

To you from failing hands we throw the torch be yours to hold it high.

Legacy, in my mind, is core to the whole of human existence.

Liverpool. Home of The Beatles, one of my favourite bands, and the Reds, my favourite football club, who are enemies of the scum of the earth. ‘Nuff said.

Love. It’s all you need. See the works of John Lennon. Thank the Gods I have Dawn. Some times I lose sight of that. I love you always baby.

I’m not going to tag anyone, but for those who want to play along, leave a comment and I’ll give you a letter.

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M.C.F.A.T. Episode XXIV – The Spin Doctors

Well, it’s just about over. Burkie finally signed with the worst team in the history of hockey. Full control in the self-perpetuated ‘center of the universe’. After telling a very obvious, bold-faced lie in the press conference stepping down from his post in Anaheim.

None of this is a shock at this point. Hockey fans everywhere saw that Burke was going to Toronto, adding another gong to the already insane gong show that is hockey in the biggest commercial hockey market in Canada. The sad part is when it’s all made official Saturday, it’s not the end.

It will just be the beginning. What a sad day for hockey, getting all that spin doctoring. So much for sports journalism ever being about the game on the ice anymore.

But, with spin doctoring and perception in mind, here’s the latest MCFAT:

1) Is it good or bad when sitcoms feature celebrity guest stars?

When I read this question the first time, the better question jumped in my head. Are there any good sitcoms out there anymore? As many of you already know, I really can’t stand the tripe the major US networks shove down our collective throats on a weekly basis. I guess I should have realized that television sitcoms are going the way of the dodo when I really started to get sick of the Simpsons about six years back.

About the only ’sitcom’ that works for me these days is really Family Guy. Period. Simply put, it is what The Simpsons dares not to be. So how does it stand when celebrity guest stars are on? Well, in the case of James Woods, brilliantly. Sadly, James must learn not to follow a candy trail down an alley and into a simple box trap. Git. As to other guest stars, it does seem that Seth McFarlane uses them with purpose, not JUST for a ratings grab.

The other shit that clutters the airwaves, however, seem to have no real creativity left in their premise or delivery. Celebrity guest stars, as a result, seem to be nothing more than a Paris Hilton-esque attempt to get mindless ratings during sweeps week. Still, based on all this tripe, the lowest common denominator mentality may actually improve the show. If I have some time I may do a comparative analysis at some point.

Maybe.

2) What is the most shocking thing you’ve seen on the internet?

Personal politics notwithstanding, it’s a toss up between this site and this site. In terms of all the fucked up, bizzare, vomit inducing images and viral videos out there, they start to lose their punch as we all have that friend who constantly emails all that sick shit all the time. Positively speaking, at least the onslaught builds up a heavy resistance.

Still, after even linking up that scum to my site, I need to cleanse. As such…

and this. The last game I got to see in the Montreal Forum:

Ahh. Now I feel better.

3) Is it possible to have too much free time?

Come on now. If there’s no such thing as a free lunch, how on earth can ANY time be free?

4) Inspired by a recent Dwight Shrute monologue, I ask you: what’s your perfect crime?

There can only be one perfect crime. Taunting those on the growing list of people who have not only pissed me off but have completely betrayed me, to harming me to such a degree that my murder of them can be justified as self defence.

SPECIAL BONUS QUESTION: What (animated) fictional town offers a whirlwind existence, race cars, lasers, airplanes, mystery-solving, time travel, and more?

Very simply put, the alternate 1985 New York City in which the former Crimebusters, of Watchmen fame are written to exist. Hell, anything is possible with the existence of Dr. Manhattan.

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Rarvs scientia svper Ieff

Wow, amazing how that ‘next day’ really ended up being more like over a week. I know it’s my blahg, and the lot (okay very few) out there are probably wondering if I fell off the face of the earth, probably in applause, but I digress. I really think I should just lobby to have about 12 more hours added to each calendar day.

More or less, this is the feeling I’ve had in the last little while: I have been put on this earth to accomplish a certain number of things. Right now, I am so far behind, that I will never die. (Hat tip Bill Watterson).

Still, thanks to Ben, I may have the opportunity (we’ll see as the post goes on) to say something reasonably worthwhile. MAYBE. But again, we’ll see as the post progresses. As such, Ben has tagged me with a meh-me in which to reveal 7 [more as I've done a lot of these] random facts about myself, then tag others. As such, here we go:

1. The first live music act I saw live was Duran Duran, in 1983, in [sic] Make Me Laugh Gardens in Toronto. That night this was shot:

Yes, as a youngster, Duran Duran was my favourite band (excuse me whilst I run and hide). Even in grades six and seven, when Seven and the Ragged Tiger was big on the charts, I was in a class who favoured a majority of Van Halen, Twisted Sister, Motley Crue and Iron Maiden over ‘New Wave’. This just happens to be yet one more example of how I was persecuted by my peers as a child.

Two years later, in music classes in high school, New Wave took a backseat to The Beatles and Pink Floyd. The Beatles soon led to my lifelong love affair with Liverpool FC, and Pink Floyd opened my mind to all the music that stretched well beyond the mainstream.

Though all these bands hold special places in my heart, none take the place of Nine Inch Nails, Rage Against the Machine, and System of a Down. If CFOX were ever to go to a nothing but Nails, Rage, and SOAD format, I could live without hearing anything else on the radio. Ever.

2. I’m a really bad alumnus film student. I barely watch films in the theatres these days. Dark Knight was the last I saw at the cinema, and it could be the last until the release of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince and Watchmen before I see another. There are a three factors that are involved with this factum, which can be assessed thusly:

A. I’m trying to save for Dawn and my wedding. We’ve gotta pay for it ourselves (which right sucks ass, considering the cost of things these days). As such, it’s becoming way cheaper to by pre-viewed DVD’s of movies we want to see. And speaking of DVD’s, I’m SOOOOOO seething to get Battlestar Galactica season 4.0. And the webisodes.

B. Item A notwithstanding, there is a lot of shit out in the theatres these days. LOTS. And for Dawn and I to go watch this shit, it’s going to run at least $25 for the pair of us. Ugghhh. No, I don’t want to see a remake of some classic film, recast with Lindsay Lohan or Paris Hilton. Fuck me, how does Paris Hilton get movie roles? She can barely string three words together in one breath, let alone have the three make any logical, progressive sense.

I’m dreading when classics like Casablanca and Citizen Kane finally endure the modern day makeover.

C. Dawn and my tastes in film are fairly different. We can barely agree on anything shy of Harry Potter. Though I’m still convinced she’s a closet Battlestar fan myself.

3. I collect a lot. Really, a lot of junk. Dragons, Bobbleheads, Action Figures, Hockey Cards and Collectibles, and so on, and such. I’ve got three shelves above my desk loaded with it, and I need more storage space.

The only flaw with the current system is that Adina, our little, evil, Russian Blue cat, loves climbing up on it and continually knocks things off. Git.

4. I’m planning on entering the BC Poker Championships next year. Most days now I spend a few hours on Full Tilt Poker.net. Though it does sharpen your skills, not playing for real money can get really frustrating as your opponents become more megalomaniacal (as per Phil Hellmuth) then ever, and I think I need to sit at a few real money games before next November to balance it out.

5. This is nothing new or original for me, but I have absolutely zero tolerance for stupid people. Zero. It does explain why I can’t stand the ‘leadership’ at work precisely, but my real beef these days is this. Around Vancouver, it seems the stupider you are, the more disposable income you get. It’s reverse Darwinism at it’s finest. Survival of the weakest. As such, most of my free time is spent finding ways to use my intelligence to make a business of my vast wealth of knowledge, skill, and abilities as opposed to working for the lobotomized.

6. I really am an insufferable know it all. If he ever gets another blahg, just ask my lifelong buddy Todd. I hate being wrong, hate mistakes, hate correcting other people’s problems just as well as my own. Gah. Imperfection is the one human quality that I just cannot come to grips with, even though I admit there is a reason erasers are put on pencils.

7. I almost always wear a baseball cap. My entire life is one bad hair day. Luckily, at work, a cap is actually part of the uniform, so I’m lucky in the sense that professionally, I’m covered. Though on the rare occasion we go out for something nice, I have to remember if I have some goop of some form for my hair. Though this leads to problem number two. I like the stylishly messy look when we go out, where as the other half likes me looking ’smart’. Maybe it’s just me, but I don’t like looking like a Norman Rockwell propaganda painting all that much.

As for tagging people, I don’t have many, but I will tag Dawn , MCF, and Peter.

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Watchmen Filler

It’s only been the last week I’ve began to seethe to see the upcoming Watchmen film. Until recently, it’s been kinda tough to get into a superhero film (short of The Dark Knight), what with all the characters coming out of the woodwork.

Still, a meh-me to celebrate the occasion:

Your result for The Watchmen Personality Type Test…

Doc Manhattan

You believe in deterministim and are generally emotionally detached.

You rarely consider the moral implications of others’ behaviour and your attitude toward the world is purely practical. You see everything as being inevitable and often require others to force you into acting.

While this serves to make you enigmatic, people will find it hard to care for you in the long run, frustrated by your clinical outlook.

Take The Watchmen Personality Type Test at HelloQuizzy

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Meh-me-ology

“Borrowed” from MCF, as working on the fuel system of a car all week drains a certain level of creativity.

MOUTHOLOGY

Q. What is your salad dressing of choice?
A. Italian or Caesar.

Q. What is your favorite fast food restaurant?
A. Hmm. This is a tough one. I’d dare say Opa! Souvlaki of Greece, but really there’s only one location that nails Greek Cuisine (Metropolis at Metrotown). Bearing that in mind, I also enjoy Pita Pit, Quizno’s, and Subway.

Q. What is your favorite sit-down restaurant?
A. In terms of non-fast food, more traditional restaurants, I always have a soft spot for East Side Mario’s. Though lately (and since I really dread the drive to the Coq, especially with the car in such poor repair), Robin Hood tends to get the thumbs up. White Spot kicks ass as well, but it’s right pricey.

Q. On average, what size tip do you leave at a restaurant?
A. I don’t tip because society says I have to. All right, if someone deserves a tip, if they really put forth an effort, I’ll give them something, a little something extra. But this tipping automatically, it’s for the birds. As far as I’m concerned, they’re just doing their job. I’m very sorry the government taxes their tips, that’s fucked up. That ain’t my fault. It would seem to me that waitresses are one of the many groups the government fucks in the ass on a regular basis. Look, if you ask me to sign something that says the government shouldn’t do that, I’ll sign it, put it to a vote, I’ll vote for it, but what I won’t do is play ball. And as for this non-college bullshit I got two words for that: learn to fuckin’ type, ’cause if you’re expecting me to help out with the rent you’re in for a big fuckin’ surprise.

Q. What food could you eat every day for two weeks and not get sick of?
A: I would like to say Oreo Blizzard’s from DQ, but I tried the experiment in University and after a week I was right fucked up. Didn’t help when idiot roommates decided to put Barney on the tube while I could barely move. Fuckers. In actuality, home cooked pasta is about the only thing that would fit.

Q. What are your pizza toppings of choice?
A. Pepperoni, green peppers, jalapenos, onion, spicy sausage, and ground beef. Most of which I don’t get anymore because SOMEBODY doesn’t like the lot of it.

Q. What do you like to put on your toast?
A: I don’t eat toast.

TECHNOLOGY

Q. What is your wallpaper on your computer?
A: This:

Q. How many televisions are in your house?
A: One. I want to get an HD television soon (along with a PS3, Wii and XBOX 360).

BIOLOGY

Q. Are you right-handed or left-handed?
A. It depends. I write, golf, and throw with my right. I bat, shoot in hockey, draw, played guitar (as poorly as I did) with my left, and am left footed in football and my left leg is dominant when I ski. Fucked up, ain’t it?

Q. Have you ever had anything removed from your body?
A. I’m surprised there’s anything left. Chronologically, I’ve had my tonsils removed, put a hole in my head falling off a ladder head first into concrete, had my appendix removed, I poked pencil leads into my right leg and had to have them taken out (I still have marks where they were), scar tissue from my gimpy right knee, my wisdom teeth (with no pain killers), my front teeth knocked out in a bar fight in Detroit (over a girl), subsequently the roots, and most recently, a pine needle from my eye.

Q. When was the last time you had a cavity?
A. Never had a cavity. All my dental work has been extractions only.

Q. What is the last heavy item you lifted?
A. Tara, just a few minutes ago. My cat should be the new symbol for Butterball turkeys.

Q. Have you ever been knocked unconscious?
A. Yeah, umpiring a baseball game four years back. Got beaned in the back of the head with a laser strike from first to home, which was a good 10 feet off the mark.

BULLSHITOLOGY

Q. If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die?
A. It wouldn’t change much for me. I try to live each day as though it were my last. Stressful to do it as such.

Q. If you could change your name, what would you change it to?
A. Apollo? Hydra? Just not Lovepreet.

Q. What color do you think looks best on you?
A. Black and/or orange.

Q. Have you ever swallowed a non-food item by mistake?
A. I’m sure I have, but nothing funny or anecdotal comes to mind.

Q. Have you ever saved someone’s life?
A. I was a lifeguard as a young adult, and have pulled a few kids out of the pool when they were struggling. Only had to perform CPR once (and sadly that fellow died in my arms). Also, Dawn seems to claim I saved her life, more figuratively than literally, however.

Q. Has someone ever saved yours?
A. A couple of doctors for sure, as well as Dawn saving me from my own stupidity countless times. Mom and Dad have bailed me out and backed me more than is humanly possible. For all intents and purposes I should already be dead.

DAREOLOGY

Q. Would you kiss a member of the same sex for $100?
A. Sure, just not only the lips or genitalia.

Q. Would you allow one of your little fingers to be cut off for $200,000?
A. I seriously doubt it.

Q. Would you never blog again for $50,000?
A. It would seem a simple request, but I wouldn’t voluntarily give up one of my few of a dwindling set of rights up for a lump sum. Fuck that.

Q. Would you pose naked in a magazine for $250,000?
A. Dawn wouldn’t let me.

Q. Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1000?
A. Hell yeah. I’d like it more that I’d get $1000 per bottle. Gods I need a new car…

Q. Would you, without fear of punishment, take a human life for $1,000,000?
A. Oooh, I like this one. It’s definitely within our nature as humans to take life. Those who deny this primordial instinct are just plain bullshitting themselves. I guess what comes up for me more is choice of who is killed. Be it some criminal or source of evil, yeah, I probably would. The innocent or someone close, definitely the opposite. Without knowledge of this choice, I’d have to lean to no overall.

DUMBOLOGY

Q: What is in your left pocket?
A: My keys, today’s grocery list, my iPod case, and some loose change.

Q: Is Napoleon Dynamite actually a good movie?
A: It’s better than most fare these days.

Q: Do you have hardwood or carpet in your house?
A: Carpet. And old, shitty carpet to boot.

Q: Do you sit or stand in the shower?
A: Stand when I clean, sit when I’m in there suffering through a migraine (the water helps oddly for me).

Q: Could you live with roommates?
A: Well, I live with my partner and two balls of fluff. But I couldn’t live with a gaggle of guys like the good ol’ college days anymore.

Q: How many pairs of flip flops do you own?
A: Zero, unless deck shoes count.

Q: Last time you had a run-in with the cops?
A: Well, I do courier pick ups with the Vancouver Police Department quite regularly. I would like to say the day a certain man dressed as a beaver was nearly arrested buying smack at a well known intersection near downtown in an on-air radio stunt, but sadly, my name is Jeff, not Scott.

Q: What do you want to be when you grow up?
A: Able to retire and enjoy it.

Q: Who is number 1 on your top 8?
A: There is only one number one. Brother Cavil. Still, shouldn’t that be top seven, or at least eleven, or twelve? How does eight figure in with toasters? We already know Boomer is a Cylon.

LASTOLOGY

Q: Last friend you talked to?
A: Aside from Dawn and the ‘folks, Walter. Fuck me, that was Friday too. Oh, wait, Jeff and Shirley stopped by Today.

Q: Last person who called you?
A: Blaise to work on my car.

Q: Person you hugged?
A: Dawn. Duh! And I hug her over, and over, and over again, knowing her hugs are JUST FOR ME.

FAVORITOLOGY

Q: Number?
A: Four.

Q: Season?
A: Winter. Hockey and Skiing!

CURRENTOLOGY

Q: Missing someone?
A: Mom, Dad, and a few friends from the east.

Q: Mood?
A: Meh.

Q: Listening to?
A: Superman Returns playing on TV.

Q: Watching?
A: What lies in the space between life and death.

Q: Worrying about?
A: Far too much of everything, really. Gods I hate having the weight of the world on my shoulders.

RANDOMOLOGY

Q: First place you went this morning?
A: Sat in front of the Mac and checked my Tribal Wars account.

Q: What can you not wait to do?
A: Get my fucking car running again finally.

Q: What’s the last movie you saw?
A: Troy, right after I severely damaged my Achilles tendon a month ago.

Q: Do you smile often?
A: I don’t smile.

Q: Are you a friendly person?
A: People who don’t know me think so. How sadly wrong they are.

I’ve been tagged… again…

Three guesses who…

Anyhow…

Accent: I have none. I really don’t. Somehow I’m on the losing end of this argument. Dawn (and the whole daft lot from the other side of the pond from the female persuation… at least those I know) seem to think I have a ’sexy’ Canadian accent. I hate the sound of my voice. Bah. Still, ironically, the lot at work notice a UK twang. Bizarre. Must be Dawn’s influence to get me to say aluminum aluminium. Luckily I’m not speaking in that Gods awful Yorkshire dialect.

Breakfast or No Breakfast: Coffee. Seven cups to get up, and four more for breakfast. Nothing solid. Reader’s discretion as to whether or not that constitutes breakfast.

Chore I don’t care for: All of them? Cat litter changing is on the top of my list.

Dog or Cat: Well, we have a slut and a demon posing as two felines. Other cats I have had include a dedicated hunter, an instrument of war, and a ball of neurosis. Only had one dog (at three… for one day). Cats definitely, they have way more personality.

Essential Electronics: Macintosh, iPod, mobile phone, Canon Digital Rebel XT, Sony Playstation 2.

Favorite Cologne: AXE Effect Essence (it really DOES work… BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!)

Gold or Silver: Gold is worth more, so Aurum.

Handbag I carry most often: My lunch bag. I’m a guy. I’m not meterosexual. Hence, no fashionable handbag.

Insomnia: Not lately. Work takes enough of the mickey outta me to keep me that wired.

Job Title: Officially… courier. Unofficially… peon/slave/fuel. Soon to be back to Electrician/Film Geek Extrodinaire.

Kids: Two piles of fluff that pass themselves off as cats named Tara and Adina. Nothing human though.

Living Arrangements: Barely. Low cost 1-bedroom apartment with Dawn, living 2 bridges away from work. Blech.

Most Admirable Trait: My intellect. I can think my way through (or out of) virtually anything.

Naughtiest Childhood Behavior: Too many to think of just one. Pompous winner, sore loser, dirty hockey player, violent golfing temper, arrogance, obsessing about superiority, and so on.

Overnight hospital stays: Last one when I had my appendix removed (at age 11). 23 years ago. Even when I had my knee worked on it was same day. I’m hoping to avoid these for a long time.

Phobias: Falling from height, my own mortality, being normal, being average.

Quote: Since you tagged me babe, you frakking asked for this:

“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…
[very long pause]… 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, jealousy, and we still visit all of our sins upon our children. We refuse to accept the responsibility for anything that we’ve done, like we did with the Cylons. We decided to play God, create life. And 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 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.”

Commander William Adama

Reason to smile: Dawn, film calls, Leaf losses, Man U. losses.

Siblings: None biologically, though a bro and a sis out there (you know who you are).

Time I wake up: 5:00 AM, right at the crack of stupid. Though I’ve been getting up at 4:00 AM lately, and can’t settle after.

Unusual Talent or Skill: Again too many to mention just one. Complex mental arithmetic. Three dimensional visualization. Ear wiggling. Ability to make my cats come to me when they are called. Deep and comprehensive trivial and factual memory.

Vegetable I Refuse to Eat: Broccoli, brussel sprouts, cauliflower, mushy peas.

Worst Habit: Cracking every bone in my body in front of Dawn.

X-rays: Too many. Last set was my chest to examine the effects of smoking (I was a smoker… three and a half years smoke free now) on my lungs. I wonder which causes more cancer… the smoke or the X-Ray?

Yummy Stuff: Oreo Blizzards, fresh Italian Pasta, an unburnt risotto.

Zoo Animal I Like Most: Kimodo Dragon.

As for tags, well, I just don’t do tags. I tend to tag the wrong people. If you do it, comment back to let me know you have.

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Even more useless facts about myself to fill the page with new words

I’ll cut to the chase. I want to really make an effort to get back to a post a day. In the same regard, I also want to increase the quality of the posts. When I started blogging, it became right easy to fill posts with useless drivel. Bah. Thus we have the Meh-me.

Still, I also hate the weeks of lack of new content. The grass always seems greener on the other side. Still, writing more consistently does allow more ideas to flow with greater ease (friction laws apply to thought as well as motion). As such, Ben put something of a casual invite for yet another one of those 10 random facts about yourself meh-mes. Meg.

As such,

1. The first movie I ever saw in the theatres was Star Wars. On opening day in 1977. Very fitting film to begin my love affair with cinema. But this isn’t new. Anyone reading this blahg wouldn’t have a difficult time finding this out or coming to terms with it about me.

However, on a similarly related note, the SECOND film I saw in the theatres was Battlestar Galactica. Creepy.

2. I despise remakes. Yet the re-imagined Battlestar Galactica is my favourite ever piece of science fiction filmed entertainment. It does fit the one criteria I would deem acceptable for any kind of remake. That the core idea remains, but the entire concept is re-done from the ground up. A cultural and social update and commentary. Id est, not a shot by shot duplication (see Psycho).

3. I was completely unpopular in high school. I hated being the outcast. Girls found me repulsive. Fuck me, how the times have changed. As my better half can attest, female passers by can’t get enough of me. But I’m Dawn’s, all Dawn’s, and I love it. I also get a kick out of how others look to me now for direction.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

4. I seriously wonder if I put my mom through more hell than Stewie Griffin puts Lois through.

5. I sincerely think there is NOTHING that I cannot accomplish. My advice to those spectators of my attempts, get the fuck outta my way or you’ll get hurt.

6. I have an IQ of around 160. I can do complex arithmetic and algebra in my head. I remember every trivial fact I’ve been exposed to since I was four. Hell, speaking when I was four, my grandmother taught me the multiplication tables from 1×1 to 12×12. The day before kindergarten, I argued with my parents that I didn’t need school, that I was too advanced for it, and had a literal argument for every reason they gave me (still at four years old). I didn’t find school challenging AT ALL, even in gifted programs, until midway through University.

And now I drive deliveries as a day job (as I am an underemployed film technician, my passion), and consistently almost forget to bring the coffee with me to my car that I pour less than one minute prior to leaving my apartment.

7. I think the phrase Country Music is the biggest oxymoron in the English language. Runners up include Military Intelligence, Defensive Forward, and Canadian Dollar.

8. It floors me to this day that I write a post about proud Canadianism and how that essentially equates to pride being NOT American, and that receives flak amongst the interweb and blogosphere. However, I can use the word CUNT liberally and not one of those same self righteous twats will even blink an eye. CUNT CUNT CUNT.

9. I really think that ancient Romans and Greeks were more civilized and advanced than we are right now.

10. I think it’s better to have ideas than beliefs. See Rufus’s monologue in Dogma for further reference.

I too hate the whole tagging people nonsense. If you choose to do it, please link back or leave a quick comment.

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Two Words

Found at: Em Ceeyef.

1. Where is your mobile phone?
Belt pouch.

2. Where is your significant other?
Beside me.

3. Your hair?
Scruffy mess.

4. Your mother?
Far away.

5. Your father?
Youthful sixtysomething.

6. Your favorite thing?
My babe.

7. Your dream last night?
Airlock boss.

8. Your favorite drink?
Stella Artois.

9. Your dream/goal?
Acclaimed Director.

10. The room you’re in?
Too small.

11. Your hobby?
Visual arts.

12. Your fear?
No control.

13. Where you want to be in 6 years?
North Vancouver.

14. Where were you last night?
At home.

15. What you’re not?
Calm, reserved.

16. Muffins?
Not now.

17. One of your wish list items?
Chrome Toaster.

18. Where you grew up?
Eastern Canada.

19. The last thing you did?
Made lunch.

20. What are you wearing?
Just schlep.

21. Your TV?
Too small.

22. Your pets?
Tara, Shitbrick.

23. Your computer?
Macintosh G4.

24. Your life?
A war.

25. Your mood?
Bah, meh.

26. Missing someone?
Late family.

27. Your car?
Been better.

28. Something you’re not wearing?
A hat.

29. Favorite store?
3 Up

30. Your Summer?
Grouse Grind.

31. Like someone?
Unlike anyone.

32. Your favorite color?
Jet Black.

33. When is the last time you laughed?
Captain Scotty.

34. Last time you cried?
Dad left.

Interdum vos ut volvo ferrus six.

P.S. Build my city’s industry.

Twisted Filler Tuesday – Return of the Meh-me

Found this over at Taj’s. Not so much of a meh-me as it’s open ended. Kind of. The premise is simple. Offer one quote that resonates with you. Without further adieu:

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…
[very long pause]… 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, jealousy, and we still visit all of our sins upon our children. We refuse to accept the responsibility for anything that we’ve done, like we did with the Cylons. We decided to play God, create life. And 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 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.

Cmdr. William Adama, Battlestar Galactica Miniseries

Yes, yes, I’ve quoted this great line ad naseum on this blahg. Meh. Deal with it. It resonates with me. The quote sets the tone for the whole series, and the show is a virtual mirror to my life here in Vancouver. I see parallels with family, friends, the state of my life, political situations, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. And the show stems from this speech, the one Adama never intended to give, initially.

As for tags, I refrain, but anyone who chooses to do this, please give a linkback.

Interdum vos ut volvo ferrus six.

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.