Well... the intention was there. Sadly, the timing was completely off. 'Didn't get to see "Poopie Pants" the movie, because it was overbooked. --No seats left when we got there-- Who knew??
Thus I have no recommendations, whether or not you should see it, 'cause I didn't. And... truthfully, I likely won't now. ...well, maybe when it hits DVD.
Instead I spent the evening drinking... and (as I usually do with alcohol) ...spiraling. Some friends are not good for the soul, the esteem or one's well-being. You can learn this lesson again, and again, and again... but in the end, sometimes even the superficial is preferential to being alone.
...Not to say it's better for you... but preferential none-the-less.
I am far too sensitive. This I know. This I know.
Thursday, March 05, 2009
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
Poopie-Pants: the movie
A matter-of-fact post about movies...
So, right now, I'm sitting at work waiting for 6 o'clock to roll around to meet some friends to have the most delicious burritos in the world from "Chipotle", and then hit the theatre at 7pm. The movie we're going to see is called "Pontypool" (so obviously all I can remember it as is "poopie pants"). I have to look at the voucher to remind me of the title every time I want to refer to it. It's a premiere screening, which means it's free. This alone makes me happy. "Pontypool" is an indie Canadian Zombie flick. My expectations are low. But as-always I'm trying to approach it with a willfully open minded attitude.
Last night I saw "Vicky Christina Barcelona" and LOVED it. Strangely enough, I'm quite convinced it was my very first Woody Allen movie. (no, he wasn't in this one) My friend Scott is quite the (W.A.) fan, and has been wanting to see it. I'm so glad he included me. The narration was a little distracting at first, but once I realized the director's commentary wasn't turned-on, (and yes, I was in need of convincing) I was quickly immersed in a brief patch of the lives of some very neurotic, richly envisioned (real) characters. And I could relate to almost every one of them in varying degrees. The male lead, played by Javier Bardem, was the most deliciously, well-rounded, loving, and wise character with the healthiest, most realistic view of life and relationships I've ever seen. And Penelope Cruz who plays his passionately unstable ex-wife actually managed to make me forgive her for "Vanilla Sky". She really is good in this film. At any rate, I loved the non-traditional theme and the cinematography, and music as well. I'll be purchasing this one to watch and share for sure.
More later maybe. If I'm not a zombie.
So, right now, I'm sitting at work waiting for 6 o'clock to roll around to meet some friends to have the most delicious burritos in the world from "Chipotle", and then hit the theatre at 7pm. The movie we're going to see is called "Pontypool" (so obviously all I can remember it as is "poopie pants"). I have to look at the voucher to remind me of the title every time I want to refer to it. It's a premiere screening, which means it's free. This alone makes me happy. "Pontypool" is an indie Canadian Zombie flick. My expectations are low. But as-always I'm trying to approach it with a willfully open minded attitude.
Last night I saw "Vicky Christina Barcelona" and LOVED it. Strangely enough, I'm quite convinced it was my very first Woody Allen movie. (no, he wasn't in this one) My friend Scott is quite the (W.A.) fan, and has been wanting to see it. I'm so glad he included me. The narration was a little distracting at first, but once I realized the director's commentary wasn't turned-on, (and yes, I was in need of convincing) I was quickly immersed in a brief patch of the lives of some very neurotic, richly envisioned (real) characters. And I could relate to almost every one of them in varying degrees. The male lead, played by Javier Bardem, was the most deliciously, well-rounded, loving, and wise character with the healthiest, most realistic view of life and relationships I've ever seen. And Penelope Cruz who plays his passionately unstable ex-wife actually managed to make me forgive her for "Vanilla Sky". She really is good in this film. At any rate, I loved the non-traditional theme and the cinematography, and music as well. I'll be purchasing this one to watch and share for sure.
More later maybe. If I'm not a zombie.
Monday, March 02, 2009
Monday, November 24, 2008
Everything AND Poopie
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OEAh77W_1jE
Others embed media all the time. I however, seem to be incapable of mastering the steps it takes to do so. So... clickie-clickie on the link above to bask in one of the most horrific examples of human misery ever to be broadcast to the masses. Were I this gentlemen, I would be praying for the world to end, or at least a complete and utter annihilation of the internet and it's contents.
A complete "wipe" (if you'll pardon the pun.) from everyone's memory, including my own would seem to be in order. But instead, I shall laugh heartily and celebrate schadenfreude with the hopes that karma will overlook me for such cold-hearted mirth.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Hermititude
The months just roll by don't they?
I think s'bout time I post a little life update.
The new apartment is just about feeling like a home now. I've got much of the unpacking done at this point. Barring a pile of luggage, doggie crates, 21" tv and stand, box of books/photos and various odds and ends banished not-so-inconspicuously to a corner of my bedroom. I've lovingly dubbed it "Madame Trash Heap". It's likely to be there for a while, til I can figure out how to sell some stuff on e-bay or Craig's List.
Porthos and Cole are with me this week, and I'm happy to have them. It's amazing how happy they are to see me after a week. They just overdose on attention for the entire first night, and then sorta settle into the routine much quicker than they did before. When they're with Ted, they've got him home all day, every day, but when they're with me, they have to adjust to my schedule of not being home all day. It makes me feel awful but I try to compensate with lots of walks. Oh... and peanut butter. And I pretty-much restrict myself to a life of "hermititude" in the evenings while I have them. Although.... now that my apartment looks like a home... I can have guests!
Anyone wanna stop by and see me? : )
Blah... not very interesting for a first post in well-over a month, but it's the best I can do for today.
Discovered a fantastic not-so-new artist recently: "Skye Edwards". She's the former lead singer of a band called "Morcheeba". Her solo debut is called "Mind How You Go", and I love it. It's acoustic, yet electronic, thought-provoking and tender. Her voice is soothing and emotive.
I'm posting the lyrics to one of her songs called "Stop Complaining", but if you'd like to hear her, I'd recommend clicking "HERE" to watch her awesome, awesome, awesome video called "What's Wrong With Me". I was going to post the lyrics to that, but they're really depressing and I didn't want to go there. : )
"Stop Complaining" by Skye
I don't know why but I can't seem to find the right melody today
I can't make the words fit how I feel
I don't know when was the last time that I slept the whole night through
And when morning comes around I feel tired
I woke up from the strangest dream
With a dancing dog and a beauty queen
They said nothing
Nada
Niente
I'm empty
But you're here and I'm here
so I stop complaining
It could be raining
And I see the answer in your eyes
You're here and I'm here
I keep on singing
Just keep on singing
Singing
Do you know why I can't seem to find the right melody today
Can't make the words fit how I feel
Do you know when was the last time that I slept the whole night through
Another morning comes around I feel tired
I drive down to the rodeo
Gonna ride a bull in a video but nothing
Nada
Niente
I'm still empty
But you're here and I'm here
so I stop complaining
It could be raining
And I see the answer in your eyes
You're here and I'm here
I keep on singing
Just keep on singing
Singing
Singing
Just keep on singing
Singing
Singing
Singing
Singing
Singing
Singing
I think s'bout time I post a little life update.
The new apartment is just about feeling like a home now. I've got much of the unpacking done at this point. Barring a pile of luggage, doggie crates, 21" tv and stand, box of books/photos and various odds and ends banished not-so-inconspicuously to a corner of my bedroom. I've lovingly dubbed it "Madame Trash Heap". It's likely to be there for a while, til I can figure out how to sell some stuff on e-bay or Craig's List.
Porthos and Cole are with me this week, and I'm happy to have them. It's amazing how happy they are to see me after a week. They just overdose on attention for the entire first night, and then sorta settle into the routine much quicker than they did before. When they're with Ted, they've got him home all day, every day, but when they're with me, they have to adjust to my schedule of not being home all day. It makes me feel awful but I try to compensate with lots of walks. Oh... and peanut butter. And I pretty-much restrict myself to a life of "hermititude" in the evenings while I have them. Although.... now that my apartment looks like a home... I can have guests!
Anyone wanna stop by and see me? : )
Blah... not very interesting for a first post in well-over a month, but it's the best I can do for today.
Discovered a fantastic not-so-new artist recently: "Skye Edwards". She's the former lead singer of a band called "Morcheeba". Her solo debut is called "Mind How You Go", and I love it. It's acoustic, yet electronic, thought-provoking and tender. Her voice is soothing and emotive.
I'm posting the lyrics to one of her songs called "Stop Complaining", but if you'd like to hear her, I'd recommend clicking "HERE" to watch her awesome, awesome, awesome video called "What's Wrong With Me". I was going to post the lyrics to that, but they're really depressing and I didn't want to go there. : )
"Stop Complaining" by Skye
I don't know why but I can't seem to find the right melody today
I can't make the words fit how I feel
I don't know when was the last time that I slept the whole night through
And when morning comes around I feel tired
I woke up from the strangest dream
With a dancing dog and a beauty queen
They said nothing
Nada
Niente
I'm empty
But you're here and I'm here
so I stop complaining
It could be raining
And I see the answer in your eyes
You're here and I'm here
I keep on singing
Just keep on singing
Singing
Do you know why I can't seem to find the right melody today
Can't make the words fit how I feel
Do you know when was the last time that I slept the whole night through
Another morning comes around I feel tired
I drive down to the rodeo
Gonna ride a bull in a video but nothing
Nada
Niente
I'm still empty
But you're here and I'm here
so I stop complaining
It could be raining
And I see the answer in your eyes
You're here and I'm here
I keep on singing
Just keep on singing
Singing
Singing
Just keep on singing
Singing
Singing
Singing
Singing
Singing
Singing
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Me with Martini, Jerome in Bikini
Tomorrow night at this time I will be at a Sam Phillips concert with my dear friend Jerome. Hee!
I'm quite pleased at the opportunity to see both Jerome and Sam, having not seen him for probably a year or her... well... ever.
No, she's not a very well-known singer but I'm a fan from way back when she sang contemporary christian music under her given name: Leslie Phillips. What I didn't know, (thank you Wikipedia) was that she was marketed as the "christian" Cyndi Lauper back in the 80's. Whattayaknow 'bout that? No wonder I liked her so much. However... she evidently wasn't thrilled with that comparison. And I never made the connection on my own, nor had I read a peep about it since 1986 when I first became a fan... so how good was that marketing?
I had come to assume that she adopted a new stage name when she took a step back from her faith and began singing secular fare, but like I said, that's an assumption. She may very well still be a woman of faith. I have read some disparaging remarks she has made about the church and the gospel music industry... but that doesn't make her a full-blown heathen, like me.
Jerome is a much more loyal fan than I, I might add. He's kept up with Sam beyond the expiration of her contract with Virgin Records, whereas, I kinda let 3 albums pop up and pass me by without ever hitting my hot lil hands or gracing my eager ears. Shame on me. Of course, every time I saw one of her CD's released since 2001's Fan Dance... they were outrageously priced. That's the burden of being a lesser known artist I suppose though: music outlets don't buy your work en masse and thereby don't pass any savings on to your awaiting fans.
Luckily, Sam has had some success without fickle poopie-head fans like me, and gained a lot of exposure through the TV show "Gilmore Girls". Jerome enlightened me on that stroke of luck I might add, 'cause I'd never watched Gilmore Girls (still haven't, although I hear it was very good.) and never would have known otherwise. Yay Sam! Sell those records and keep spreading your brilliance!
Her latest album is entitled "Don't Do Anything". I vow I will own it... and Fan Dance and A Boot and a Shoe ...and then my Sam Phillips collection will be complete yet again. She really is a remarkable artist with very intelligent/insightful lyrics. I so recommend her quirky bad-self to whomever will listen.
Here's a really old song (not an actual video) from her first album as Sam Phillips: "I Don't Know How to Say Goodbye to You" from The Indescribable Wow.
And as long as I'm goin' nuts... the lyrics to one of my favourite Sam songs... "I Need Love" from Martinis and Bikinis.
I Need Love
I left my conscience
like a crying child
Locked the door behind me
put the pain on file
Broken like a window
I see my blindness now
And I need love
not some sentimental prison
I need god
not the political church
I need fire
to melt this frozen sea inside me
I need love
Driving into town
tired and depressed
Like a flare a street light
burst an SOS
Peace comes to my rescue
And I don't know what it means
And I need love
not some sentimental prison
I need god
not the political church
I need fire
to melt this frozen sea inside me
I need love
Broken like a window
I see my blindness now
And I need love
not some sentimental prison
I need god
not the political church
I need fire to melt this frozen sea inside me
I need love
I need love
I need love
I need love
I'm quite pleased at the opportunity to see both Jerome and Sam, having not seen him for probably a year or her... well... ever.
No, she's not a very well-known singer but I'm a fan from way back when she sang contemporary christian music under her given name: Leslie Phillips. What I didn't know, (thank you Wikipedia) was that she was marketed as the "christian" Cyndi Lauper back in the 80's. Whattayaknow 'bout that? No wonder I liked her so much. However... she evidently wasn't thrilled with that comparison. And I never made the connection on my own, nor had I read a peep about it since 1986 when I first became a fan... so how good was that marketing?
I had come to assume that she adopted a new stage name when she took a step back from her faith and began singing secular fare, but like I said, that's an assumption. She may very well still be a woman of faith. I have read some disparaging remarks she has made about the church and the gospel music industry... but that doesn't make her a full-blown heathen, like me.
Jerome is a much more loyal fan than I, I might add. He's kept up with Sam beyond the expiration of her contract with Virgin Records, whereas, I kinda let 3 albums pop up and pass me by without ever hitting my hot lil hands or gracing my eager ears. Shame on me. Of course, every time I saw one of her CD's released since 2001's Fan Dance... they were outrageously priced. That's the burden of being a lesser known artist I suppose though: music outlets don't buy your work en masse and thereby don't pass any savings on to your awaiting fans.
Luckily, Sam has had some success without fickle poopie-head fans like me, and gained a lot of exposure through the TV show "Gilmore Girls". Jerome enlightened me on that stroke of luck I might add, 'cause I'd never watched Gilmore Girls (still haven't, although I hear it was very good.) and never would have known otherwise. Yay Sam! Sell those records and keep spreading your brilliance!
Her latest album is entitled "Don't Do Anything". I vow I will own it... and Fan Dance and A Boot and a Shoe ...and then my Sam Phillips collection will be complete yet again. She really is a remarkable artist with very intelligent/insightful lyrics. I so recommend her quirky bad-self to whomever will listen.
Here's a really old song (not an actual video) from her first album as Sam Phillips: "I Don't Know How to Say Goodbye to You" from The Indescribable Wow.
And as long as I'm goin' nuts... the lyrics to one of my favourite Sam songs... "I Need Love" from Martinis and Bikinis.
I Need Love
I left my conscience
like a crying child
Locked the door behind me
put the pain on file
Broken like a window
I see my blindness now
And I need love
not some sentimental prison
I need god
not the political church
I need fire
to melt this frozen sea inside me
I need love
Driving into town
tired and depressed
Like a flare a street light
burst an SOS
Peace comes to my rescue
And I don't know what it means
And I need love
not some sentimental prison
I need god
not the political church
I need fire
to melt this frozen sea inside me
I need love
Broken like a window
I see my blindness now
And I need love
not some sentimental prison
I need god
not the political church
I need fire to melt this frozen sea inside me
I need love
I need love
I need love
I need love
Monday, September 08, 2008
Get Out the Way
Mothers with SUV baby buggies are reaching epidemic proportions. I propose that both mother (or father) and child should be destroyed on sight if attempting to board public transit in/with one of these massive contraptions.
I know it's harsh, and it may take time to implement... but really... there is no alternative. A baby should not take up the space of 3 adults (in the aisle no less) on a bus. There is no room to get around them... It's frowned-upon to climb through them... And bus windows are far too small to heft these monster-truck-prams into traffic. (not to mention they're built for off-roading and would likely survive the ejection - so why bother?)
To sound more and more like an elderly person... when I was a child we had tiny strollers that did not impose on other people's rights or ability to utilize public transit. Admittedly inferior for lack of a roof rack, curtain air-bags and a place to stow all shopping bags... these strollers held their precious cargo quite efficiently so the parental figures pushing them did not have to. And isn't that the point??? You really just need your child to be on casters so as not to break your back carryin' 'em around all day right? And to my knowledge the average human infant is born no larger than the babies of yesteryear who weathered the hardship of a lowly stroller. But I suppose in the age of baby bling... one must consider the effects of not being seen in the stroller equivalent of a Hummer.
"Oh god, there's no place to duck in this thing... the other babies will see me!"
At least I can take comfort in the fact that these behemoth baby-movers don't run on fossil fuels. *sigh*
I understand the plight of mothers who must bring baby along on the bus and even that no one can truly silence a crying child if they really wanna cry. But don't tell me you need seating for five and space for a subwoofer to cart your little one to the mall... 'cause you don't... and if you do, you should be walking to the mall and utilizing all that provisional space, not to mention the CAA membership that MUST come as an added feature.
So parents.... get a small stroller for your transit rides... or be destroyed with the knowledge that your selfish life of excess cost your precious offspring his or her life as well ('cause we will be dicing up the baby while you watch). This is how it must be.
Ludacris - Move Bitch
Move bitch,
get out the way
Get out the way bitch,
get out the way
Move bitch,
get out the way
Get out the way bitch,
get out the way
OH NO!
The fight's out
I'ma 'bout to punch yo...lights out
Get the FUCK back,
guard ya grill
There's somethin' wrong,
we can't stay still
I've been drankin' and bustin' two
and I been thankin' of bustin' you
Upside ya motherfuckin' forehead
And if your friends jump in,
"Ohhh gurrlll", they'll be mo' dead
Causin' confusion,
Disturbin Tha Peace
It's not an illusion,
we runnin the streets
So bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggers
Is there a bumper on your ass?
NO NIGGA!
I'm doin' a hundred on the highway
So if you do the speed limit,
get the FUCK outta my way
I'm D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober
and you about to get ran the FUCK over
[Chorus]
BITCH!
Watch out, watch out, watch out
BITCH!
Watch out, watch out, watch out, move
I know it's harsh, and it may take time to implement... but really... there is no alternative. A baby should not take up the space of 3 adults (in the aisle no less) on a bus. There is no room to get around them... It's frowned-upon to climb through them... And bus windows are far too small to heft these monster-truck-prams into traffic. (not to mention they're built for off-roading and would likely survive the ejection - so why bother?)
To sound more and more like an elderly person... when I was a child we had tiny strollers that did not impose on other people's rights or ability to utilize public transit. Admittedly inferior for lack of a roof rack, curtain air-bags and a place to stow all shopping bags... these strollers held their precious cargo quite efficiently so the parental figures pushing them did not have to. And isn't that the point??? You really just need your child to be on casters so as not to break your back carryin' 'em around all day right? And to my knowledge the average human infant is born no larger than the babies of yesteryear who weathered the hardship of a lowly stroller. But I suppose in the age of baby bling... one must consider the effects of not being seen in the stroller equivalent of a Hummer.
"Oh god, there's no place to duck in this thing... the other babies will see me!"
At least I can take comfort in the fact that these behemoth baby-movers don't run on fossil fuels. *sigh*
I understand the plight of mothers who must bring baby along on the bus and even that no one can truly silence a crying child if they really wanna cry. But don't tell me you need seating for five and space for a subwoofer to cart your little one to the mall... 'cause you don't... and if you do, you should be walking to the mall and utilizing all that provisional space, not to mention the CAA membership that MUST come as an added feature.
So parents.... get a small stroller for your transit rides... or be destroyed with the knowledge that your selfish life of excess cost your precious offspring his or her life as well ('cause we will be dicing up the baby while you watch). This is how it must be.
Ludacris - Move Bitch
Move bitch,
get out the way
Get out the way bitch,
get out the way
Move bitch,
get out the way
Get out the way bitch,
get out the way
OH NO!
The fight's out
I'ma 'bout to punch yo...lights out
Get the FUCK back,
guard ya grill
There's somethin' wrong,
we can't stay still
I've been drankin' and bustin' two
and I been thankin' of bustin' you
Upside ya motherfuckin' forehead
And if your friends jump in,
"Ohhh gurrlll", they'll be mo' dead
Causin' confusion,
Disturbin Tha Peace
It's not an illusion,
we runnin the streets
So bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggers
Is there a bumper on your ass?
NO NIGGA!
I'm doin' a hundred on the highway
So if you do the speed limit,
get the FUCK outta my way
I'm D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober
and you about to get ran the FUCK over
[Chorus]
BITCH!
Watch out, watch out, watch out
BITCH!
Watch out, watch out, watch out, move
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