Sunday, March 26, 2006
All things shall pass
And too, the ever futile reign of A Golden World has come to an end here on Blogger. I just got frustrated with the template, it's too crowded, and just wanted an overall change. As such, I've moved over to wordpress. The new link for my blog is here:
See you there soon.
That is all.
neolithic pondered at 00:46 |
Saturday, March 25, 2006
I've been tagged... again...
Yes, my dear beloved bride to be has tagged me with this meh-me.
So, as such...
Accent: I'm Canadian. I don't have one.
Booze of Choice: Well, in the past it has been Rye and Coke, though I'm cutting heavily back on the Coke to keep my teeth healthier. Damn being in my thirties and thinking more health consciously. As such, my booze of choice is an ice cold Stella Artois.
Chore I hate: Anything to do with cleaning.
Dog or Cat: Well, in our current apartment, could be neither. I do prefer cats. They're much more evil.
Essential Electronics: A Mac G5, which is still on the long term wish list. Still working on getting out of Best Buy. Then I'll be able to save.
Favorite Perfume: Erm... how do I bring this to your attention. I'm a GUY. I don't wear perfume.
Gold or Silver: Gold. Something we sorely missed in Men's Hockey this year, though our Women held up the fort admirably.
Hometown: Montreal, PQ. Though being in British Columbia now, Burnaby feels just as much like home now. Too bad for that 20 odd year stint in Ontario.
Insomnia: I did suffer with bouts five years back, but Dawn takes good care of me now, and I do get at least some rest on a night.
Job Title: At Best Buy, it's Home Theatre Specialist. In IATSE, it's Lamp Operator. Can't wait for some calls in April.
Kids: None that I know of.
Living Arrangements: A one bedroom apartment, renovated from a garage. As odd as it sounds, it's quite comfortable (though the circuit breaker for the heater trips more often than is convenient). I'm still working out how I could fit in a Mac G5 spacewise into the place as it's a better option for editing than a Powerbook.
Most Admired Trait: I didn't know I had admired traits. Though, keeping everything in perspective, probably my resiliency.
# of Sexual Partners: At one time, one. Lifetime, more than one.
Over Night Hospital stays: Too many that I care to remember. Most recent one? In Windsor, eight years back, after I had my two front teeth knocked out in a street fight outside a club. Yes I was a cocky little hellraiser.
Phobia: Heights, and yes I'm in film lighting. Wonder if I have any motivation to shift into editing and post production. Though at times it can almost paralyze me, I do force myself to do more with heights, and have pushed my barriers a ton.
Quote: How ironic? Rogers... it almost rhymes with... eliminate.
Religion: Well, I don't think that Sith Lord counts, and I'm definitely not amalgamated into Christianity, so I'd have to say some odd spiritual cross between indigenous North American beliefs crossed with Zen Buddhism, sprinkled heavily with a strong tendency toward scientific thought.
Siblings: None biologically. A sis in Quesnel who I swear we were seperated at her birth, and my best mate, who's been like a brother since the days back in diapers in Montreal.
Time I wake up: Too bloody early. Every. Single. Day.
Unusual Skill: Too many. Can wiggle my ears. Can perform complex arithmetic in my head. Can climb up almost anything.
Vegetable I Refuse to Eat: Most of them, especially cooked.
Worst Habit: Worrying too much about everything and taking responsibility to the point I blame myself far too much.
X-Rays: Head, chest, knees, mouth (at the dentist), wrist, elbow, shoulder, ankles.
Yummy Food I Can Make: Swiss Chalet sauce for chicken (though that's in a packet), Pasta, and I can de-ketchup canned pasta sauce.
Moment of Zen: My first day on set here in Vancouver, surpisingly on Smallville. Made up for all the shit of the past year and a half.
Now, who to tag, who to tag...
All ten people who read this blog regularly. You know who you are.
That is all.
neolithic pondered at 12:36 |
Rick Mercer's Photochallenge
I've been meaning to do this all year, but finally got the patience to sit down and get one done.
The Crazy Rants of Samantha Burns
That is all.
neolithic pondered at 02:10 |
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Balance to the Dark Side
Having watched EVERY SINGLE STAR WARS FILM a bare minimum of 200 times each, and read hundreds of forums arguing philosophical points of the story, most notably the argument as to whether Anakin is truly the Chosen One. Some people say no, because he turned to evil, that the chosen one is his son, Luke, whose hope sways Vader to destroy the Emperor. Other, George Lucas included, argue that Anakin is the chosen one, and he ultimately brings balance to the force by, surprise, surprise, destroying the Emperor.
However, this post is not about that argument. If you begin to debate any of the above points without reading beyond, you are then dumber than one Peter Gilligan Griffin. This post will start with this point. That most people's argument about balance to the force is, well, out of balance.
It seems many debaters arguments as to balance is rather askew. When you get to the meat of their argument, "balance" ends up meaning "the end of evil." Call me crazy, but I thought that equal proportions of good and evil would be balance, not the absence of one or the other. In the beginning of the saga, Good far outweighs evil. Anakin, as Vader, destroys almost all the Jedi in the galaxy, slanting it toward evil. Vader, seeing his son die at the hands of the "friend" who promised to help him protect his family (and utterly fail in the process) sees what a "friend" he is, and in one final act, rids the universe of this strong force of evil, leaving the universe with one Jedi and a whole lot of evil characters in different corners of the universe, hence Anakin's transformation to Vader is key to bring balance, otherwise there would be far too many Jedi.
To stay away from ultimate dorkdom on my own blog presence (well, okay, there's about 10 of you who read consistently), my own life has been filled with an odd kind of balance. To summarize:
1. Liverpool FC lost to Benefica in the Champions League, then lost more and slid further into third in the Premiership, behind Chelsea and [sic] Man U.
2. Liverpool then rebounded earlier this week by hammering Birmingham City, in Birmingham, 0-7.
3. Vancouver, after the Olympic break, sucked ass, and slid into 9th in the NHL Western Conference.
4. In a do or die match, beat Edmonton on Tuesday, then repeated the victory in the second of three consecutive matches winning 4-3 after a shootout.
5. The Toronto Maple Leafs start to show life late in the season and may make the playoffs [may I vomit yet?]
6. Montreal (my town of origin) tonight spanks the Leafs 5-1 in the first of two games dans la Centre Bell.
7. Dawn and my wedding plans for Barkerville go askew as they do not offer the $1000 package anymore.
8. We learn we can have the wedding at Grouse Mountain here in Vancouver, which is a favourite spot for the both of us.
9. The wedding will cost well upwards of $6,500.
10. It will be worth the price of admission to see my Mom take the airtram to the peak, as she's deathly afraid of heights.
11. Best Buy still just plains sucks.
12. Film work is coming in full force soon.
13. Money is tight.
14. One show is calling me regularly trying to get a hold of me.
15. They're calling me when I'm at work, and the voice at the other end speaks so low that Dawn can't make out the phone number.
16. I think I have a story now I feel confident I can shoot.
I could go on, but hopefully you get the point at this stage.
That is all.
neolithic pondered at 22:07 |
Monday, March 20, 2006
M.C.F.A.T. Episode X - Dieter Joins the Sith
And here we go...
1) You loved it, but critics hated it, or vice versa. Who's right?
Well, before I even get into the answers for this, I just want to leave a side comment. My opinion is ALWAYS in contrast to the critics. So who is right? Frankly, I am. For this one reason. Because I watch movies for just one person. Me. So my opinion matters to me much more than some critics. Hell, I use their bad reviews to select films I want to see next. Unless it's a shitty remake. Then I could very well agree with them almost every time.
2) What's the most expensive hobby you've had?
Well, when I lived in Windsor, Ontario, which, incidentally is right across the river (or detroit) from Detroit, Michigan, I had desires to go see baseball games. Every. Single. Weekend. But the Tigers were just total shit. So I travelled to Cleveland, Ohio, most weekends to see sets of two or sometimes three games. I must have dropped $500-1000 per weekend easily. Oops.
3) What sports, if any, have you played as part of an organized team? What sports, if any, have you played for fun?
As a part of an organized team, I have played baseball, softball, volleyball, giant slalom skiing, freestyle moguls, and of course hockey. For fun, in addition to the above, I've played football, Canadian rules North American rugby, basketball, horseshoes, ping pong, golf, full contact golf, ethanol based boat racing, caps, quarters, dice, and of course the most difficult of all drinking games, the SmurfsTM drinking game.
4) What would you do if you had a pet monkey?
Simple. Change my name to Dieter, then command people to touch my monkey. Touch my monkey. Touch him. Love him.
5) Which is better: extreme heat or extreme cold?
Extreme cold. It provides more excuse for gratuitous shagging with your partner. Good night everybody!!!
Thanks to MCF for another good sequel.
That is all.
neolithic pondered at 22:42 |
My Favourite type of People
Leave it to a week of writer's block to begin to open up the floodgates of posts. I would like to make two remarks in this short post.
Firstly, to Samantha, yes, I am aware you made a why Conservatives should become Liberals post too. I just didn't find it quite as funny as mine.
Secondly, to the mystery person (or would it be feline) Cat. It seems my bashing of Country Music (is that an oxymoron) struck a chord with the mystery person. And I say mystery person because Cat did not leave neither a blog/website address nor did he/she leave an email. Now fair enough, not everybody on the 'net publishes a blog, nor maintains a website. However, almost everybody has an email address. Who on here doesn't at least have a Yahoo/Hotmail/Gmail addy anyhow?
So yes, Cat fits into my favorite category of people. Those who put their two cents of poison pen in, but leave no contact as to who they are or how to find them. Cat, you showed about as much courage as a big schoolyard bully beating up a skinny weakling.
Now, for those of you who have been reading from the beginning, the first post of this blog was this disclaimer. For the follow the click impaired, it makes a couple of points. First, most posts on here are JOKES, though I can't guarantee the humour will be all that funny. Secondly, if you can't take a joke, DON'T BE ONE.
To all of that, I'd like to add a little. I post what I like, when I like to. Not that any of my work is in high demand. No, I will not delete anything from a post because someone may find it offensive, nor will I delete a comment. Comments I hate will be subjugated to flaming by my poison pen at will. I support freedom of speech. If you don't like it, instead of whinging, I suggest just not tuning in.
As for Cat, I hereby award you...
That is all.
neolithic pondered at 00:17 |
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Top 10 Reasons Conservatives should become Liberals
Inspired by this post at The Crazy Rants of Samantha Burns.
Enjoy! And notice the top ten list is done 10 to 1, a la David Letterman.
10. You can finally stop listening to whiny Country and Western music, and realize that Swing, Jazz, and Rock & Roll are actually accepted art forms. Heck, if you ever get creative, you can play your old Country music backwards, causing your truck to get fixed, your dog to come home and reconciling your relationship with your ex spouse.
9. If you are white, and being Conservative, the odds of that are very high, you will suddenly begin to realize that we're all equal regardless of creed, colour, gender, sexual orientation and the like. Character becomes more of an issue. Stephen Harper suddenly begins to look like a fraud, and you realize you're worse off under his economic plan than you were under Paul Martin's.
8. You realize that weenie eco-cars save you a shitload of money on gas, and instead of wasting your money on gasoline to make Bush and his buddies richer, you pocket your savings and buy a kick-ass home theatre system, so you can brag to your egotistical rich friends that Star Wars looks and sounds just as good at your house as it does in the theatre.
7. You don't have to walk around all day wearing brown shirts and red armbands. Oh wait, that's ten years in the future if the likes of Bush and Harper aren't stopped.
6. For women, you can actually go after your professional dreams without some Neanderthal wearing a wife beater forcing you to stay at home and make his meals and wash his home and clothes.
5. You stop spending $50+ on the night to take the family to see Dukes of Hazzard and the like on the big screen. Instead, you buy the box set of the original television series and watch it on your kick-ass home theatre system, and only spend money at the theatres when something good comes out. Like X-Men: The Last Stand. Not that I worked on it or anything.
4. You can still shoot guns with your Conservative friends. You actually realize there was much more to the theme of Bowling for Columbine than the gun issue. Hi Todd!!
3. Conservatives don't like to think about how other people are, but rather that if those other people become an inconvenience, the Conservatives just go to war against them to end the threat. Once you're a Liberal, you recognize that the sum of the parts is greater than the whole, and try to integrate people with backgrounds different to yours into your communities without compromising their rights.
2. You'll be able to smoke pot guilt free. You begin to realize that cigarettes are more dangerous and addictive, and that alcohol is more of a gateway drug than marijuana is.
1. You're life will have more meaning.
That is all.
neolithic pondered at 19:45 |
Saturday, March 18, 2006
Where is this man?
For close to a week, the 'umble writer of this
As many of you readers (what, about 10-12 of you now?) know, this eccentric mid-thirties dweeb spends his summers working in the film industry in Vancouver. What many of you may not know, however, is how many people associate his appearence quite strongly to several celebrities in current pop culture. As such, he may be hiding under one of five aliases:
Yes, Jeff too secretly devised world domination plans, only to be thwarted by his ever vigilant mother. Embittered for the nine-month prison term he spent in her womb, his world conquest included his mother's demise. Those plans disappeared about the same time he trekked out west to work in film. Though Stewie Griffin is too young an alias for Jeff now, it does seem that the rumours are true. Seth MacFarlane got a hold of an old baby picture and based the character on Jeff. How Jeff's head ceased to be rugby ball shaped is still a mystery.
During Jeff's grand experience in University, he learned the true meaning of Tom Petty's Last Dance With Mary Jane, and to boot, had flatmates who believed I was a near clone of the great rock star. Mind you, not many people see the resemblance. Maybe there was too much Mary Jane involved to make an accurate match.
Later in University, Chris Carter began production of The X-Files. With that, David Duchovny's career was born, and many friends of Jeff's (yup, in his universe, five does qualify for many in this category) were able to not only see the physical resemblance (less the hair colour), but also noticed shocking character similarities between Jeff and Fox Mulder. It became very little surprise then that Jeff chose Mulder as his online pseudonym for various chat and sci-fi forums to bitch about the lack of quality in film. Well, the bitching about film does qualify as one of the internet's two true purposes, doesn't it?
Yes, after graduation, one of Jeff's close friends consitantly reminded him that he was the spitting image of Beck. Jeff fought this notion tooth and nail, though during a freak appearence at a Hallowe'en party near Lester B. Pearson Airport in 1997, a gaggle of teenage girls at the event were convinced that not only did Jeff look like Beck, but rather that he WAS Beck. Freaky.
This one is just recent, but it does seem the management at Jeff's current job seem to think that Jeff looks a lot like William H. Macy. It's another one that's tough to see, but maybe it's just the hair.
Coincidence? Maybe. Those close to Jeff, however, feel he's on another of his delusions of grandieur. The most likely occurence from Jeff? Probably roaming around the lower mainland, force choking his foes, his identity concealed in this disguise:
Beware, in this state of mind, he is highly delusional, and may be prone to reciting the entire Star Wars Saga to you, line for line.
That is all.
neolithic pondered at 19:46 |
Monday, March 13, 2006