mmm, yes, cathair, it’s like Visa… it’s everywhere you want to be.
I don’t know what to say.
I’m searching the net for content.
*another post down… yesssss*
According to my Milk and Cheese lunchbox:
“You can’t lose…”
I’m reading Douglas Coupland’s Generation X right now, and quite frankly, I’m not getting it.
I’m halfway through this very basic and underwhelmingly dry novelette (how many words is this oddly formatted 168 page book anyway… 168 pages? I’ve blogged more than that this month) and I’m just wondering if someone could explain the appeal of the book to me.
So far, all that’s happened is there are two guys and a girl and they don’t do much except tell made up stories in a long-winded manner using “clever analogies”…
That’s it. It’s a bunch of stream-of-consciousness short stories stringed together by a shallow, superficial narrator and his two equally undeveloped friends.
Is it supposed to be some grand statement, cause frankly I’m not seeing it. It’s not that it’s poorly written… just… there’s nothing to it. What’s the grand commentary? “Gen X”ers are lazy and goalless, cynical and jaded, and ‘progressive’… what?
I like Slackers for the same reasons that I don’t like Generation X, so what’s that say about me?
so my experiment is almost bound to fail.
It’s 4 hours and 40 minutes to December first.
I have 18 posts left to go. (as part of my 100 posts before Dec. 01 experiment/forced blogging)
And Trading Spaces is in London.
And I need to eat.
Lo, whazza boy to do?
On the streetcar today were two adults having a lively conversation with a junior member of society, rehashing fond moments in Harry Potter history, obviously having just come from seeing Chamber of Secrets.
Other patrons on the streetcar were engaging the young one about Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (sp?) and the various details of that novel. Of course the girl managed to get names and facts all mixed up from the various Potter novels (not that I’m an expert, but I’ve read the books so I know what’s up generally), confusing some older folks who got wrapped up in the conversation.
At one point the male member of the group (I just said male member, heehee) said to the girl: “Perhaps we should just stop talking about this in case some people on the streetcar havn’t yet seen the movie,” to which one of her enraptured listeners said “No, no, you can’t stop now. What happened to Hermoine?”
I woke up at 5:00 am this morning, weary and blurry eyed (I don’t see too well without contacts or glasses), to the cutest and the most upsetting scenes since we moved to Queen West.
On the cute side:
What woke me up was a strange tapping noise. Bailey the cat was sitting at the bedroom window (which looks onto the back patio) and, like a mirror into another dimention, there was a black cat of Bailey’s 8lb girth sitting on the other side, mimicing her motions. The black cat was tapping at the window with its claws, and Bailey would do the same. It was so sweet I *almost* wanted to get up and take a picture. I also wanted to wake Emma up and have her bear witness to the scene.
The Upsetting Side:
(Now, I don’t like to get too personal on my blog normally, but sometimes it’s just a convenient place to lay out what’s going on. I normally have personal journals for this, but I need a new one… I’m out of space.)
I rolled over to wake Emma up, but she wasn’t there. She was going out with her mother and sister to Mamma Mia last night, so I was aware that she wouldn’t be home until later. I was awake until one and was sure that the gals were doing Toronto proud. But I also went to bed with the expectation of waking up to her when, well, I woke up. But she wasn’t there.
So I panicked. What else could I do.
It took me a while to get back to sleep because I was thinking thinking thinking some horrible horrible thoughts (like they locked the doors of the theatre and she has to watch Mamma Mia for 16 hours straight *shudder*), as well as some highly improbable thoughts (like Rannie kidnapped her to be his love slave just in case he decides to switch sides). If you know me, you know I’m subject to mild paranoia. Mostly I just have an active imagination, which really upsets me sometimes.
But also, as I was thinking, I remembered roughly 23 hours earlier, when Emma was stepping out on her way to work, and she said something along the lines of “I won’t be home in the evening, so I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I just thought she was being cute… you know, tomorrow meaning Midnight or something.
Now, I’m trying really really hard not to worry, but I get the worry gene from my mother. My stomach’s blurbling and eating is a real chore (mainly because we don’t have much to eat), and I don’t know whether it’s more right to just let her be, or to call the cell phone at this early hour and be the freaked out pathetic boyfriend.
I trust her, and yet I worry.
I guess it’s just that I don’t know /why/ she’s gone overnight… I don’t know the reason behind it. I trust the fact that she knew enough to warn me ahead of time that she wouldn’t be here so I’m not as concerned as if she just didn’t come home… but still, that overactive imagination gets ya every time…
Slogan Generator presents… ME!
“Bet You Can’t Eat Me”
“Me - Australian For Beer”
“Feel the Me”
Slogan Generator presents… the Spider Behind My Toilet
“Just Do The Spider Behind My Toilet”
“Because I’m Worth The Spider Behind My Toilet”
“Cleans Right Round The Spider Behind My Toilet”
Slogan Generator presents… geeK.ent
“Let the geeK.ent Begin”
“geeK.ent Prevents That Sinking Feeling”
“I’m Not Gonna Pay A Lot For This Geek.ent.”
before i go ahead with this show review, let me just say that it was buy nothing day and i was concerned about two things: A) the ticket stipulated that there was either a two drink minimum or twelve dollar plate, and B) there would be schwag for sale, meaning i’d have to decide between my convinction or my loyalties (the latter would have won). thankfully, the waitstaff wasn’t that observant and there was only one cd available for sale, so i held off, waiting to buy online monday.
no matter. i’ve been wanting to see mike doughty, the former soul cougher, live for a long time, so after missing a few times where he opened up for another act in town, joe’s pub was the place to be as he headlined the entire hour or so. just he and his guitar and a loving audience, clapping, hollering out requests at every possible break.
mike has great stage presence and a brilliant guitar style that’s all funky all by its lonesome. he played a lot of his solo work off his skittish cd, along with a few old soul coughing songs, plus a few covers, including the ever popular fire truck (written by a 4-year old, consisting of one chord and yelling FIRE TRUCK! five times). the crowd was brilliantly rowdy and mike was the true ringmaster, fielding requests, feeding us stories about the store on the corner of 7th and park slope that best identified with him (connecticut muffin) and how his super found his ass magazine stash whilst fixing the boiler. 70 minutes of non-stop bohemian adventuring, ending off with a boisterous version of janine, where everyone screamed out the chorus like jerks. ’twas a blast.
the note Emma made for my sister (who was apartment/cat/hamster sitting whilst we were in Thunder Bay):
taking care of the kids
Bailey the Cat:
- Bailey the cat has also been nicknamed “gak attack.” She tends to throw up… a lot… however it’s usually because she’s gotten nervous, upset or has been eating dustballs. She should be OK.
-Bailey’s food is to the left of the fridge. She may have as much as she wants. There’s no wet food and it’s unlikely she’ll even finish what’s there.
-Her litter is clean so there’s nothing to do on that front.
-N.B. Bailey is not allowed outside
-N.B.#2 Bailey has pretty much killed all my plants. Please keep them out of her (very long) reach.
Mina the hamster
-Mina is a simple little hamster. She runs, eats and sleeps.
-She does not puke.
-As far as I know she is in good health; but she is getting old. If you’re not sure if she’s still breathing, blow on her fur through the cage. She’ll jump and you’ll be reassured.
-Her food is in the ice cream container on top of the bookshelf. She may have as much as she wants. (But shouldn’t need any)
-Feel free to let her play in the ball (on Bailey’s poo-box). Hold the opening up to the side door, she’ll crawl in. Make sure the lid is on tight. No more than 45 minutes, then a water break of 15 mins.
PS there are no dead hamsters in the freezer
PPS Sometimes Mina gets the hiccups. It’s loud but harmless.
spiderbehind: he back stairs are a metal nightmare (like RATT or Quiet Riot)
spiderbehind: we’ve both slipped on them… emm bruised herself up pretty bad on wed.
lizvang: eek. that’s not good. i had my own little accident last friday, still got the bruises and think i have a slightly broken finger.
spiderbehind: whatchew do chica?
lizvang: fell outta a jeep.
spiderbehind: …mmm… seem to recall something aboot that on your blog…
spiderbehind: and why was that exactly???
lizvang: booze. getting out too fast to throw up.
spiderbehind: *shakes head*
spiderbehind: gotta learn to puke the Thunder Bay way
lizvang: yeah, i know. i’m awful. but i don’t make it a habit.
lizvang: what’s the thunder bay way?
spiderbehind: *open the door whilst vehicle moving, hang onto interior handle of door, puke, pull yourself in and the door at the same time*
spiderbehind: it’s like ballet
spiderbehind: so fluid
lizvang: hehe…well, there were no windows in the back of this jeep.
spiderbehind: … was there back doors or were it one of those gotta hope over the passenger seat dealie…
lizvang: gotta hop over.
spiderbehind: *plus you don’t puke out the window, because you get vomit on the side of the vehicle and it eats away at the paint*
spiderbehind: you laugh, but it’s true… it’s the reasoning behind the Thunder Bay way
I’ve made it to 9:35 pm without buying anything, but on yahoo messenger with Liz and she just had to bring up potato chips….
Can I hold out…?
if you’re bored, taking the space bar off your keyboard is probably not the thing to do.
sure, you’ll find gobs of cat hair and dust bunnies and probably some foodcrumbs underthere which you really should clean out, but on the negative you also can’t get the thing back on right, so when you’re typing you get this annoying “ftang ftang” sound every time you use it whilst speed typing.
thanks to Gary for reminding me to not forget Betty White this Christmas as I have done every Christmas in the past.
Ever since Gary got that Shadow Men record we’ve forgotten to write Betty White. We’ll remember in November, but put it off. We’ll even call to remind each other (”don’t forget to write Betty White now, hear” “right, cause we forget every year”) but alas, come the ending days of December we become aware that, yes, we’ve forgotten again.
But not this year dammit!
okay, this ain’t cooking, but more just a helpful tip:
instead of buying small containers of pre-mixed or “fruit-bottom” yogurt, why not just buy a plain or vanilla yogurt and add a dab of your favorite fruit jellies or jams…
more affordable, more tasty, more fun.
Just call me Martha.
the 8 mile road in detroit signifies the class gap between the poverty-stricken urban slums and the more affluent suburbs. in a lot of ways, it also signifies a huge racial divide that’s a finger on the typical american black and white "segragated" communities. it’s also where eminem aka marshall mathers III, the hit rapper with the manic wordflow that generates controversy, grew up.
all this comes into play on 8 mile, a movie project designed to showcase eminem’s starpower. rather than build up a film based on his freaky wordplay, 8 mile is a grounded tale that highlights the blue-collar life and the struggles of the neighbourhood he grew up in. eminem plays rabbit, a guy who’s moved back to the trailer park home with his mom (kim basinger) and younger sister after breaking up with his girlfriend. battling a broken car, a crummy job, a possible stepfather who’s almost his age, rabbit lives for the microphone battles held in a basement dive, where mc’s have 45 seconds to come up with rhymes and fight head to head to win the audience’s approval. after initially choking in the competition, rabbit, along with friends, dream their way out of the ghetto, into a world where their skills will help pay the bills and they don’t have to worry about making payments or running into trouble with the local thugs or police.
effectively, the story is a conventional tale about fighting to succeed and prove yourself in a frightening world. however, the emphasis placed on the shitty detroit life, with lowcost housing and abandoned buildings galore, helps make the story more emphatic since you can’t help but wish for anyone to get out of there. as well, the battle scenes on the rap stage are quite exciting, with the wordplay and the putdowns flying like fireworks. many people in the theatre i was in gave shoutouts and screamed at the best lines, as though we were there in the lowlit room, feeling the electricity as the flow went over the records.
eminem carries the movie, which isn’t a true biography of his life but takes a basic template of it and creates a rocky-styled success story out of it. however, you can feel it was staged to do so (in fact, the story had been lying around for ten years for ugh vanilla ice, probably the first popular solo white "rapper"), since very few of the other characters really get to shine that much. basinger’s bingo-playing trashy mom works as best she can with what little she has, although you feel sympathy for her character, moreso than in eminem’s songs about his comical hatred for her. eminem’s pals have their own stereotypical mechanics, but you still care and want for them to succeed, especially the dimwitted cheddarbob, who is the true clumsy comic foil for the crew. brittany murphy, however, is totally wasted as alex, the girl who wants to be an author and befriends rabbit after hearing about his dope rhyming skills; after an initial flirting and an oddly tender romp in the stamping plant, her character just becomes a tramp and wanders away from the story.
however, it’s eminem’s eyes that the film belongs to, as rabbit is made to be a very thoughtful wounded and mischevious man, who has simple ambitions and wants to do things his own way. you can still sense an underlying misogynist and homphobic streak in the tale though, but director curtis hanson manages to take an old story and make it work. well worth watching, just for the locations, the rap battles and eminem himself.
After roughly 5 hours of “Changing Rooms”, the British precusor to “Trading Spaces”, I’ve officially gone mad.
It’s not quite as bad as those times when I watched extended hours of Sex and the City but alas, it is affecting my brain.
Thank god for the Daily Show pause, or I might have tossed meself out the big bay window.
Marathon tv show watching is way bad for your mental health.
thanks to toast boy for this link about all the behind the scenes shennanegans on our favorite TLC redecorating challenges.
Fine, ruin the mystique.
(what always erks me about Trading Spaces is when they call Wainscoting Wayne’s Coating… WRONGWRONGWRONG you loopy brothel inmate!)
It’s: THE KILLER BURP!!!
actually it’s Corky and the Juice Pigs lyrics including Captain Greg which is where the name down below came from.
Of course reading witout intonation sometimes just don’t make the funny.
Sean Cullen of Corky was on Comedy Network’s Liocracy last night in a dual role of a mad scientific theologean and his brother.
Also, Sr. Cullen will have his own show on the CBC come January. Watch for it.