End of Day 1 - A giant orifice in the house.

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I came home to an empty kitchen and a giant vagina separating the living and dining room. Stephen and his merry crew erected a safe room using plastic sheeting. To get into the safe room, they installed a giant red zipper for an entry (Fig 1 & 8). Figure 2 is of the wifey stepping into the giant vagina - I suppose this could be read as something Freudian, but at this point I am at a loss for words. Figures 3-7 are what is left of the kitchen. If you look closely in figure 6, you can see a piece of flooring used to brace the drywall. I know for a fact that this was done by Chad, the contractor we used for the garage. Chad is quite a lazy resourceful fellow.

We met the original owner of the house who installed the green marble counter top. He went on and on how expensive the imported Italian marble was. During his monologue, my internal monologue was thinking that green marble reminds me of tombstones and other structures associated with the dead. When we told him our plans to renovate, he got upset and agitated. He took it as a personal insult that we were removing the counter top. I suppose he is right at some level - I think his aesthetics are questionable.

Here we go ...

The crew showed up this afternoon for day one of the renovations. We spent yesterday evening moving the kitchen and dining room to the living room. Phase one will consist of demolition of the kitchen, staircase and dining room. Here are pictures of the old kitchen. The cabinets are the original ones from 1974 with new faces. They are moldy and warped inside. The clearance between the counter and the cabinets is 14". They should be 18", hence the knocked over wine bottles when the cabinets are open. The light source used to be a fluorescent light box that was replaced with an ugly soffit. We are going to push the ceiling up to gain 4 inches . Also, check out the light fixture, it is made of some sort of plastic. The green counter top will also be leaving us. Check out the direction of the wood floor in the dining room. The previous owners were going for a different look I suppose. I am not sure what look it was though because it looks like turtle diarrhea to me.

FUCK YEAH!

Me - 13.1 miles - 1:31:42. That is 4:20 per kilometer or 7 minutes per mile.

My better Half - 26.3 miles - 4:43:51. 10:50 per mile.

Next goal is to run a 1:25 and be sub 18 min for 5K.

Verbatim

Commenting about a hateful classmate that just came back from an exchange in South Africa:

Friend: She gained weight over the summer but didn't lose it last semester. If you can't lose weight in Africa, where can you lose weight?

Oh fuck ...

Two days until race day.
Three days until D-day (Demolition day).
Nothing has been moved in the house.
FUCK!

Karma or an Exercise in Conspicous Consumption?

I lost my scarf and Burberry earmuffs earlier this afternoon. I had them stashed in my knapsack but the bag wasn't zipped closed so the cute and fuzzy earmuffs were in plain view. I suspect that someone helped themselves to my belongings while I wasn't paying attention. I'm pretty careful with my belongings and I always tuck my scarf into my bag since I don't like to carry it with me or loop it around my bag. It would be odd for me to misplace both my scarf and earmuffs.

At first I was bummed out about it, I'd grown very attached to the earmuffs. Since I subscribe to the idea of karma, do good things and good things will happen to you, I wondered if I was being punished for an earlier misdeed. And then I remembered what had happened earlier this week.

Two summers ago I was living in Toronto with two friends. One of my friends is the former roommate of my ex-boyfriend, let's call him Nelly. Nelly had left some of his belongings at the house, including one baking pan in the shape of a sand castle. At the time, I wanted a memento of Nelly so I asked him if I could keep the baking pan. I brought it back with me to Kingston and looked at it from time to time with great fondness. SFS snapped me out of that crazy shit. In one of my rage-fueled benders, I threw out everything that reminded me of Nelly. Gifts, cards, notes, baking pans in the shape of sand castles.

Earlier this week I got a message from Nelly asking me: a) if we were on speaking terms. b) if I had the baking pan, and c) if I did, could I return it to my friend's house, in Toronto. I deleted that shit and have no intention to talk to him.

To wit, in karma's eyes, a pair of Burberry earmuffs is equal to one baking pan shaped like a sand castle, thrown out in spite, and an ignored message that signals that I am still not on speaking terms with my hateful ex-boyfriend.

My response: It was worth it. Best money I ever spent.

Free Corey!

Update: Earmuffs and scarf have been located!

My friend, IFL, found both of them just sitting on a library table. Hooray!

Me: [picking up phone] Hello?

IFL: Black scarf? Burberry earmuffs?

Me: GASP! Did you find them?

IFL: Yeah! They were just sitting on the first table in the librar-

Me: I LOVE YOU! On Valentine's Day, I will be your valentine!

One hundred push-ups

I am in a competition with the sys admin at work to bust out a hundred push-ups. As part of my running I do a set of 50 in the morning and a set of 50 before bedtime. I don't know if I can do a hundred, a hundred is a fuck load.

We need to come up with some sort of humiliation for the loser.

All suggestions welcome.

Free Corey!

He has 6 minutes left on the clock.

Apparently You Do Have to Say Sorry

Corey the party kid got arrested. DListed put it best:

Corey Delaney is the douche teenager I posted about yesterday who threw "the best party ever." Well, looks like Corey's party is over. The 16-year-old was arrested this morning in Australia. The charges? Australian newspapers are reporting that he's been charged with producing child pornography and creating a public nuisance.

Looks like idiot Corey left the tapes behind and his parents and police found them. Corey was on the run from his parents after news of the party broke. He was reportedly questioned and then released to return next month to court.

He's just as dumb as I thought he was. Corey's going to need his famous sunglasses when he's in jail. He's going to need them to hide the tears while he's getting gang banged. Oh Corey! Why do you have to be so dumb?

Being cool means never having to say sorry.

This kid is hilarious, he basically does what every kid does to the n-th degree. His parents leave town and he throws a party that is raided by the police. A riot breaks out and he is fined $20,000. He is unrepentant about the party. Watch the youtube clip, the smug interviewer is made to look like an ass at the end. As put in the news, "she got steamrolled." Win one for the good guys.

Classic lines from the clip:

Interviewer: Take off those glasses.
Kid: I'll say sorry but I'm not taking off the glasses.
Interviewer: Why not?
Kid: Cuz they're famous ...

Interviewer: What would you say to other kids who's parents are out of town?
Kid: Get me to do it for you.

Interviewer: "Go away and take a good long hard look at yourself."
Kid: "I have, everyone has and they love it."

My life thus far...

It's been a while since I've posted an entry on here. Ever since they blocked all blogs and forums at work, I feel a little shaky. It's hard to vent my passive aggressive frustrations when I'm unable to do so on the spot.

Recent memories include going to a Linkin Park concert. Shuttup, i know i know. I figured it's been a long time since I've been to any concert that i might as well check these guys out. Well what can i say? They suck even more live. My god do they suck. 4 pints of beer didn't even make them seem cooler.

I got a new LED clock the other day. Totally awesome, it comes in 3 blocks (one each for hour, minute, and second) and is bright enough to light my house up with a heavenly glow.

For new years, i made it a point NOT to have any plans this year. Man was it awesome. Just go where ever the hell I want with no schedule to follow. We cooked an awesome dinner at home, then trekked over to Joanne's house which had an awesome view of Central. I managed to take some photos of the fireworks and they mostly turned out ok.

Then I went over to a friend's house for a little poker where i proceeded to win beer money. We finally made our way to Lan Kwai Fong at 2am because I wanted to see the morons out in full-force. As expected, the stupidity of people didn't let me down. Drunken fools were trying to open up taxi (in short supply that night) doors while the car was moving at FULL SPEED. I had my camera ready to capture any splatter, but unfortunately there were none.

How did everybody else's new years go?

Art in the mail

I recently got two prints in the mail - limited edition 12 color silkscreens. I cannot wait to framed them for the staircase. I wonder what guests will think.

I've met cats and dogs smarter than Corey and Trevor.

A new year is upon us. This blog has been quiet of late. Well let me tell you what I have been up to and of upcoming items of interest.

My office neighbor is a visiting professor from Canada. He introduced me to two fine Canadian programs that are sponsored by the NFB - Trailer Park Boys and Kenny vs Spenny. TPB makes me miss Canada, there is something to be said about Canadian rednecks. They seem less threatening than their American counterparts. The ones in Canada smoke pot, listen to Rush, drink Molson, watch hockey etc ... these are all things that I do too! The ones here will shoot you with their guns or fuck you in the ass Deliverance style. I grew up in the middle of a hick province, I saw dudes like this hanging out at Heritage Mall in their IROCs or kicking the shit out of people at Harry Ainlay.

Our high school only had a few of these guys, one guy that comes to mind is Ken Vine. However, Ken was a small fry, he was the redneck at a nerd school. How hard could one be attending OSA? Our harmless pranks consisted of spraying the outside of the school in mustard and ketchup, stink bombs, destroying the curtains, stealing exams etc... I recall him hopping off a ladder in the auditorium and on to the handle of a vacuum. The vacuum handle ripped his jeans and nearly ripped him a new asshole. He had to get stitches, the joke at the time was, "Ken tried to get an asshole transplant, but the asshole rejected him. "

Anyways, our home renovations start soon. I will be posting pictures of the progress these upcoming months.

First two photos of my fine city courtesy of LT. The third one is of my favorite pal.

PS. Remind me to tell you stories about the janitor from our high school. He was the high priest of a local coven of witches and warlocks. Eugene P. could fuck you up big time.

Guitar Hero

Did you watch last week's South Park episode? Can't you just imagine Little Thingies and SFS doing this every day in HK? Watch the YouTube clip.

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FIRE

Fire broke out yesterday morning east of us. We had desert winds this weekend which did not help - hot, gusty and dry. The air is hard to breathe and ash falls. The sunset last night was spectacular. Today the campus is closed. My friend Connie is evacuating and I am busy looking for documents that I need to keep with me. What to do with the dog? After packing I should see if I can catch a matinee showing.

Spiderman

Holy crap, people! Last night I discovered an enormous spiderweb at the front entrance of my apartment. Words can't adequately describe the size of the web. I'd say it was roughly the size of a basketball. Really! It was even spherical in shape since there were multiple webs to lend it a 3-D quality. It was hard to see in the daylight but last night it was perfectly lit up and I could see that it was home to four huge spiders!

You can see the size of the spiders in the first picture. And the second picture is fuzzy but you can see the size of the web and the amount of insects caught in it.

Thinking Out Loud

I'm debating whether or not to funnel my obsession with pop. culture through a more useful (at least for me) conduit. I'm thinking of doing my Advanced Torts term paper on whether celebrities deserve more or less protection in terms of privacy law when dealing with the paparazzi. I think it's the only way to sustain my interest for a 30-page paper. The prof is open and easy-going and wouldn't care if I did this topic or "abolishing jury trials in Canadian civil litigation".

Do you think I'd be allowed to add screenshots from Perez Hilton in there?

And I'm adding the SD turtle picture in this post as well since it's too fantastic not to post. C'mon, it's funny!

Good-bye summer, hello fall ...

For reasons to numerous to list, it has been a pretty dope summer. Family and friends dropped by, running and surfing, various running races and good food really made it something special. I was especially happy with my family visiting. It was nice to have everyone over and hanging out at our place - shit talking, drinking, arm wrestling, Guitar Hero all ensued. I am also stoked CS and CR got to be part of this too! Thanks to all for coming to our shin dig and hope to see you all next year in Hawaii.
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Roll Call!

Currently present for the festivities:

• Heidi
• SFS
• Chix with Knives
• J
• Cherry
• Peter

Still awaiting:

• LT
• Hawaiian Five-0
  
• British N
  
• A-Guy
• PY
• A-Gien

Hells yeah, this weekend is going to be ridiculous!

No homo ...

Franz: Hello! We're back!

Hans: I am Hans.

Franz: And I am Franz.

Together: And we just want to.. [ clap ] Pump.. you up!

Hans: Alright. But before we can pump you up tonight, we have to answer a piece of viewer mail.

Franz: Ya. Ya. This is a letter we received from a Bill Tompkins. I'll only read an excerpt, so I don't go into his loser details. "Dear Hans & Franz: I have recently seen your.. mo-.. mo-"

Hans: Moronic.

Franz: "..Your moronic show, and have wondered why you don't open your own gym. Maybe you are too stupid." [ crumples letter ] You know, maybe you thought this letter would make us angry; but it only makes us sad.

Hans: Really, ya. We are sad, you know, because anyone who calls us "stupid" is really just jealous. Because their girlfriend looks at us, then looks at him, and realzies she's cuddling up with a little girly-man!

Franz: Ya. Ya, girly-man. Hear me now and believe me later - but don't think about it ever, because, if you try to think, you might cause a flabulance!

Hans: Ya!

Dining as sport ....

My numero uno pale pal here in SD was feeling pretty great on Sunday. Why you may ask? He ate 30 gyozas (known as Jiaozi to us more refined folks). I was underwhelmed, I have seen my younger brother inhale plates. There may have to be eating portion added to the Battle Royale this fall. The events will be as follows - running, swimming, arm wrestling and gluttony. Who's in?
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Blog Mischief

Office Mischief...

So 7-11 here is always giving out free trinkets with purchases. People love collecting this stuff. A while back, they were giving out little paper, cut out dogs. This girl at the office managed to get the whole set and line them all up above her desk at the office. Those dogs were looking too cute, so I had to do something about it:

Happy Birthday, Sock Monkey #3

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Memento

I went to Wonderland on the weekend and witnessed the following scene.

My friends and I just got off the Water Canyon ride and were exiting the ride via a path that was beside the entrance line. We heard loud squawking and when we got closer we saw a group of ghetto girls with the most ghetto one was yelling into her phone with “Mom! I just snapped! I had to do it!”

We were puzzled but kept walking. One friend spied something on the ground, something that looked like a fat fuzzy caterpillar. We saw another, and another. My other friend shouted “That’s someone’s weave!” There were torn-out hair extensions on the ground!

We kept walking and saw security walking in. We kept walking and then we heard shouts of “No! Let go!”

Goddammit

My most favourite rejection letter so far:

Thank you for submitting your application for an articling position with [Nice Law Firm that Took the Time to Let Me Down Gently]

At this time, our firm does not intend to hire an articling student. Nevertheless, we were most impressed with your application and trust that you will be successful in your search for a position.

We wish you all the best in your future endeavours, and we remain,

Yours very truly,
[Nice Law Firm that Took the Time to Let Me Down Gently]

My least favourite rejection letter so far:

Thank you for your application for an articling position with [Law Firm that Just Did a Mass E-mail Merge]. We appreciate your interest in our firm.

Unfortunately, we cannot offer you a position. Thank you again for your interest. We wish you success in your future endeavours.

Yours very truly,
[Law Firm that Just Did a Mass E-mail Merge]

Current interest in my life ....

GO PRE!

More Verbatim

Today's little golden nugget from Number 1's secretary.

She gave me an assignment of doing another land transaction summary today and I have to admit that I like doing them since they keep me busy when Numbers 1-3 get caught up in their own work and forget to give me work to do. After she gave me the documents she looked at me and said in a conspiratorial whisper:

Remember, you're not doing this for me, you're doing this for [the company].

Spectacular, non? It's like she's trying to indoctrinate me. I'm trying to figure out if I have a put-out look on my face when she gives me these things to do, but I'm pretty sure that I don't. I make sure to always have a smile affixed to my face while in the office (life is just easier at the office with a smile instead of a sour expression) and I've perfected my work laugh (yes, just like that episode of Friends) so that it doesn't come off disingenuous or condescending.

By the way, I highly recommend having a work laugh. It's a perfect filler for when co-workers say something astounding/irrelevant/not funny/all of the above.

More than meets the eye ...

What can I say except that Transformers is a good summer movie - explosions, one-liners, car chases, fighting robots, product placement etc .... This was definitely worth my hard earned cash, more fun than two giant robot phalluses up my rectum.

PS. What is up with Megatron's trigger placement.

PPS. I have terrible gas today. I let one rip in my office. The fart smelled so bad that I propped the door open. I thought to myself, "Geez, I hope no one comes to my foul smelling office." Two minutes later the boss made a visit.

My Puss-Filled Scabby Knee

This spite-filled post goes out to Sock Monkeys 1 and 3 since "girly" posts are deemed unacceptable.

I had softball last night and the following are the highlights:

• I caught a fly ball! I celebrated by jumping up and down with joy since this was a very rare occurrence.


• I missed catching the ball at home plate thus allowing the other team to score a run.


• The bases were loaded when it was one of my turns to bat, I struck out.


• I scored two runs! Funny story, on the second run the base coach messed me up and so I tried making a break for home. But the catcher caught the ball and had his eye on me so I had to run back to third base.

• I tripped running back to the base and got a a nasty gash right below my knee

• I went to work today with a Winne the Pooh band-aid that I swiped from Z's drawer (sorry, Z!) on my knee. Unfortunately the skin by the gash keeps flexing so it's not scabbing correctly and is consequently filled with puss and is oozing.

• I bought Curious George band-aids (Z, do you like Curious George? I also saw Spiderman band-aids at the store if you want those instead) at lunch so I will have a delightfully curious monkey following me around at work for the rest of the week.

Update: Hey! My camera can take crisp photos!

More Work Verbatim

For this past week the office's cooling system could best be described as "shiteous". One of my outfits in my work-wardrobe rotation is a grey knee-length baby-doll dress with princess sleeves, typically worn with black leggings and my black mary-janes with a 2.5" stacked heel. Since this week was disgustingly hot I decided to forgo the leggings but before I left the house I made sure that my hem and neckline were work appropriate and that the dress was suitably opaque.

This is what Number 1's awful secretary said to me the minute she laid eyes on me:

Preparing for another hot day in the office?

The hell?! Did she just tell me that I was dressed like a streetwalker?!

I spent half of the morning polling my work friends and they were all just as puzzled as me. Our only conclusion was that a baby-doll dress and 2.5" heels aren't typical office attire. But considering that some co-workers look like they just rolled out of bed, I don't think I should be judged for my heels and the fact that I care about my personal appearance and personal hygiene. Jesus, it's not like I came into work wearing a mini-skirt and 2.5" stilettos, whore make-up and un-washed hair.


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This One is Also Sung in the Key of FUCK YEAH!

The Spice Girls are back together, this is fucking RIGHT ON, STRAIGHT UP AND DOWN, MAN! For those that missed out the first time around, this is your chance to get a clue. And to remind you of the brilliance, here is the link to the best 4 minutes and 4 seconds of your life. If you don't think this is greatness to the power of 110, then your name is Ms. FUCKING WRONGENSTEIN.

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This one is sung in the key of FUCK YEAH!

The Verve are back together, this is fucking RIGHT ON, STRAIGHT UP AND DOWN MAN! For those that missed out the first time around, this is your chance to get a clue. And to remind you of the brilliance, here is the link to the best 4 minutes and 38 seconds of your life. If you don't think this is greatness to the power of 110, then your name is Mr. FUCKING WRONGENSTEIN.

FUCK YEAH! It is 1997 all over again!!!!!

I Never Meet Any Normal Guys

The background story: I made tentative plans with EQ on Wednesday for today, Sunday. He wasn't sure if he was free but he said he'd let me know by Friday what the deal was. I didn't hear from him all week until 7:48pm today via text message.

Hey Heidi sorry about today. Ended up helping my friend with the bbq

Wow. It's almost spectacular; I've never met a guy before that cared just enough to contact the girl after standing her up and after such a serious length of lag time. Have any of you guys ever pulled such a shithead of a move before?

Picture from Mud Run '07

We were THOSE GUYS! (i.e., Did you see THOSE GUYS? or THOSE GUYS think they are really funny! or I wish THOSE GUYS would shut the fuck up!"). In reality it was more like, "THOSE GUYS kicked our asses in the race."

What a riot!!

Ok, you guys will not believe this, J actually made a joke that i laughed at. We were talking about people stuck at our company X for life (this place has the tendency to trap you in a dead-end dept that you'll never escape). I call it the IT effect. You know what J called it?

Life without payroll

Get it??? YUK YUK YUK! He must be drinking on the job again to come up with zingers like that!

A Good Day

Friday was a day full of Good Times. Highlights include:

• Eating oatmeal cookies for breakfast
• Look, I know I said I'd give up junk food, but it's hard, okay?
  
• Getting paid
• Getting off work at 3:00
  
• Going to Medieval Times for my very first time with Pru-bert for Z's grade one graduation
• There's something kind of fun about eating half a roasted chicken with just my bare hands
• Our knight lost nearly all his challenges, but he still gets an E for effort
  
• Going to Schmooze afterwards. The place with the $2.50 Happy Hour and where LT and his friend got denied entrance that one time because they didn't have collared shirts on
• Went and met up with EQ
  
• Got hit on by EQ's bi-sexual female friend
• Finally conquering the Gardiner Expressway and Lakeshore Boulevard for driving around downtown Toronto

Hair club for men ...

My age is catching up to me. My hair is thinning on top of my head. This is really depressing. I don't think there are any cool bald people. Case in point: Phil Collins. FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fantastic Four - Rise of the Vomit in my Mouth

I cannot stress enough how much I hated this movie. If ever there was a movie that could be described as "all the good parts are shown in the trailer," this is it. The only way I can describe this turd- pointless. The Silver Surfer character is so pointless, they could've written him out of the story (but then they wouldn't have a reason for making this shit). He just mumbles a few lines, Jessica Alba stands around looking hot, Dr. Doom shoots lightning bolts, and hell comes to Earth in the shape of a giant fart cloud.

This is Galactus

This ISN'T Galactus

I'd rather sit at home with 2 cocks in my mouth, so none for this movie.

Self explanatory post.

Store in Bird Rock neighborhood.

Bedtime stories

Here's a conversation over email i had the other day with Hawaiian Five-O (she had bolted straight up in bed the previous night):

Me: Was i dreaming or did you really suddenly wake up last night and yell "SHIT" because my farts were really bad?

Her: no !! you were not dreaming!! i woke up by your stinky farts once AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I almost puke!!! =p

Me: i thought you yelled SHIT because we both forgot to wake up or something. But then i smelled how bad the farts were under the covers and realized that's what you were screaming about. that's so funny..

Her: no .. i asked you "did you fart again?" you said "NOoo" and i thought i smelled something funny from outside so i tried covered my face with the blanket ... then i realized no!!! it is really your fart!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i almost gonna throw away the blanket!!!!!!!!!!! this is not funny!! this is the second time i woke up by your stinkie fart!! >_<~~~~~~

The two sock monkeys ....

in HK are threatening me with great bodily harm this September. After I stated the events of fitness to be, one of them said he was going to have to excuse himself. The excuse being that he wanted to be the photographer for those events. I am calling you out as a Person Under Severe Stress Yo (aka PUSSY)!

"And Four, You've Been Yelled At!"

The girl on the left is one of my friends that took a picture as well. And if you look beyond her you can make out a large barrel-shaped security guard getting ready to yell at us.

Cupcakes!

I Don't Take Very Good Pictures

This is probably my most interesting picture from my NY trip. Unless you want to see a picture of Magnolia cupcakes.

The good shit ...

Another photo from our kid brother. I wonder what she is thinking?

Verbatim

For my summer job I'm the lackey to the three in-house lawyers which I shall henceforth refer to as Number 1, Number 2 and Number 3, as based on their seniority. Number 1's secretary absolutely drives me crazy. She's a nice woman but with every conversation I have with her I can feel myself aging. She goes into so much detail it's as if she's giving me the play-by-play of her thought process.

The other day we had to edit some proxy forms and when she brought me her revisions this is what she said:

In the old copy, the address was on three lines. But with this copy I put everything on the same line.

Review: 28 Weeks Later

As a standard zombie-survival movie, this movie is pretty kickass. Non-stop gore and lots of visceral, frantic action. As a sequel though, it falls pretty short of the original. In the original, it wasn't the zombies you needed to be afraid of, but your fellow man and human nature itself. This one forgets all of that and just includes plenty of sniper-on-zombie hot loving action.

But there are 2 complete lapses in logic (required to advance story) that i found to be completely distracting. And while the first one featured a memorable eye-gouging, why is it done repeatedly here for no apparent reason?

They recycle the music from the the first one as well. While the first one started as subtle background music gradually increasing to a full climax by the end, this time it's just played at full blast from the get go. Don't know why anyone would care to know that, but it made the pacing feel awkward. Climax-worthy action as soon as the movie starts.

And HSBC HQ was featured so prominently in many scenes, I was waiting for them to blow the shit out of it. Sorta like how they assploded Toronto City Hall in Resident Evil 2. Also, I haven't seen the helicopter so effectively used since Underworld: Evolution. That's cinema gold right there.

If you're not busy stroking cock this weekend, go watch it.

Good Food

I should've taken a picture of the lobster bisque P made. Anyway, it was great.

My Summer Begins

Just settled in at Pru-bert's place. I'm staying here for the summer while I'm working. I can look forward to 3 1/2 months of glorious paycheques and no exams. Good times indeed!

Review: Spiderman 3

Just goes to show critics have inexplicably bad taste (Crash anyone??) and probably some form of ADD. To people saying this movie is a tear-fest Spiderman 90210 - f u. Why didn't you gag during Spiderman 2 when MJ says "but i've always been standing at your door"? If you enjoyed the previous movies, you can't say this one is inferior. It's more of the same, just a lot more.

The drama between Peter/MJ/Harvey is as you'd expect, just a continuation of the previous movies. Dancing dark Peter is awesome, MJ is sweet as usual, and Harvey gets his deserved spotlight. The villains aren't as satisfying as Green Goblin or Dr. Octopus, but they get the job done. Redemption and forgiveness are the themes here. The action is completely over the top, if only a little more physics-defying - Spiderman seems to be a weightless ragdoll most of the time.

Don't want to spoil anything about Topher Grace (I'm sure most already know who he plays). Sure he's able to play an asshole and be funny, but he's seriously miscast here. He's a twerp and not threatening at all.

Watch out for Bruce Campbell, proving once again why he deserves to be a huge star.

Don't be gay, go watch it.

Krabi, Thailand: Part 1

Some photos from my vacation, just shots i quickly picked out because my parents wanted to see.

More photos and stories to come at a later date!

Back to the Student Ghetto Life

I'm leaving E-town tonight and will be in K-Hole by tomorrow morning and then I'll be leaving for T-Dot on Saturday. As I'm packing up my suitcase I'm rummaging through the cupboards to see what food I can take back with me since I don't have any groceries in my apartment. I just stole 4 cans of Campbell's chicken noodle soup and a box of green tea.

My ride this weekend.

Went to SF this weekend. Jen's friends own Cary Grant's Sunbeam Tiger. He drove me around town in it. We went to Muir Woods in the Tiger. I felt like Dustin Hoffman as we crossed the Golden Gate Bridge. Hung out in Noe Valley, Mission, East Bay and Haight. Jen's friend is Airforce Jump and Rescue. Apparently, they are way harder than a Navy Seal. This guy could kill a bear with his bare hands while jumping out of a exploding helicopter.