geekent’s stuff’n things

30/11/2005

I got water and I got holes

Filed under: love or something like it — graigkent @ 12:02 pm

A friend of mine did something really stupid yesterday, something that I wholly didn’t agree with and something I certainly couldn’t support. He premeditated a break-up with his live-in girlfriend, leaving her with little indication beforehand that it would happen. I knew of his plan to leave but I never did speak to him directly. I fed my opinions through his brother instead.
You see, I’ve done shit like that before. Once. It’s quite possibly the worst thing I’ve ever done to someone. I spent a month trying to figure out how I was going to get out of a relationship, out of an engagement (this was the first one, back in 2000), and out of a life I was unhappy with. What I basically came down with was a plan to pack up and move out and hopefully not have to deal with any of the repercussions of leaving. I thought that it would be easier if I just left, but it was only easier for me.
So one day I dropped her off at work, took the day off from my job, and packed up all my stuff and moved it over to my Aunt’s place. I wanted to just abandon her, maybe leave a note, and just get out, but after a few phonecalls to friends and family I realized I couldn’t do that. I picked her up from work, told her we should go somewhere to talk, and she asked “why can’t we go home?”
“Because it’s not my home anymore.”
Tears, sobbing, the “why”, the “oh god” and all of that. She said “Take me home. We’ll go talk there. You owe it to me.”
She was right, I did.
And we went back to the apartment, shelves bare and an incomplete sensibilty to the place. We talked, and there were tears on both ends, and I felt like a complete and utter asshole because I thought the worst of her up until that point, but everything she said made her out to be a much better person. That wasn’t her point, she didn’t try and convince me, it was just my observation. A week or two later I got a call at work, and we met up and talked and she agreed that breaking up was undoubtedly the best thing for either of us, that we were both extremely unhappy and both unable to admit it. Another week later I moved back home, she came and saw me off, having bought me, essentially a break-up present. It was very classy. More class than I likely deserved.
We emailed each other frequently for a time, just hammering out what had happened in the relationship, performing an autopsy on it to find out what went wrong. It was a learning period and a growth period and one of the most introspective and developmentally progressive points of my life. The one thing she said that has always stuck with me was “Promise me you wont ever do that to someone else again.” It was probably because she highlighted that it was probably the biggest lesson I could learn out of the whole thing. That leaving like I did was humiliating, disrespectful, and devastating to her, and it was utterly selfish and cowardly. And I promised.
So my friend was in a similar boat, although not exactly the same. I won’t get into the issues, but let’s just say she was/is more in love with him than he was ever capable of giving back to her, and he knew it. I love my friend, he’s like family, but I’m so angry at him right now. My love for him won’t change but I can’t help but question his character right now.
Worst of all, I feel like I dropped the ball on supporting him last night. He wound up after leaving his girlfriend stranded at the bus station in Toronto. Now I was out having drinks and good conversation with a friend so I wasn’t totally able to do anything at that moment, but in all honesty I did get receive the voice-mail message while I was out and I had no earthly idea what to do with it. Do I enact tough love and let him stew in his situation for a while and really think about what he’s done? Or do I give unconditional love and run to the rescue?
I’ve simplified my dilemma, because it’s improper of me to really speak to certain details. Let’s just say that in the end its resolution was out of my hands I was kind of glad for how that happened, although I’m extremely unhappy about the situation overall. It’s not even my life, so why do I feel so bad. Oh empathy, how you scorn me!

the Ha Has

I found myself a grinning face in the crowd of the Alt.Comedy Lounge at the Rivoli on Monday for new material night. The lineup was loaded with great comics presenting new and untested material, some of my favourites were slated to perform, and as usual, the unexpected expected jump-ons were there as well. Sadly, Sean Cullen didn’t show as was advertised, but there was a lot of other comedy going around.
My favourite line of the evening came from John Dory (whom astute eTalk Daily watchers will recognize from Canadian Idol, but don’t hold that against him)

“Stereotypes are funny because they hurt people.”

Dory had one of the highlight performances of the evening, closing off his set with an absolutely spectacular bit involving forgetting the punch line (he suckered us in like cows into the abbetoir). The Doo-Wops were easily the biggest crowd pleasers with their catchy and innocent and upbeat songs, and yet rather vulgar lyrics (”Asshole Haircut” and “Wake Me Up With A Blowjob”). They have a great stage presence and a brilliant sense of interaction.
They recorded the evening for radio, although I have no indication of for which station and when it will be broadcasting.

SILLY THINGS TO DO

by me, 30.11.05
The next time you’re out shopping for Christmas/Chanukah/Kwanzaa/Festivus presents (socks), make note of where the phone is in each store (often sitting on top of the counter beside the cash register, or in large department stores, on a random support beam). When you see such phones and no one is looking, take the phone off the hook and start rotating it so that the cord gets all knotted and twisted. When it is sufficiently so, write a post-it note stating “Vindicated!” and stick it on the phone. You may wish to prep a stack of post-its ahead of time.

2 minutes, $800

After 2 hours of perusing Ikea and coming out virtually emptyhanded (just one little shelving rack for the bathroom), I just dropped $800 on a new bed/mattress ordered on-line. I’m not sure if I’ll regret this in the morning or not. But if I keep waking up on the futon with my back as sore as it’s been then I probably won’t regret it. Especially after tomorrow night when I actually get to sleep on it. Providing everything is in stock. And everything doesn’t get botched up. Or damaged in transit. Or I don’t miss the delivery when I get stuck in transit on the way home from work. Or the site that I used was just an ikea spoof site and now I’ve been identity thieved.
After my month in a super high quality real bed (10 minutes walk from work, remember? Good times) I’ve decided I can’t go back to futon mattresses. Well, I could. And I have. But I’m a princess. Pretty as a pony. And I needs my beauty sleeps.

29/11/2005

Ackenblack

Filed under: random — graigkent @ 12:39 pm

I bought a vacuum yesterday, for myself.
Merry f’n Christmas.
(the f’n is for “fun”)
I always forget when writing “vacuum” if it’s double “a”, double “c”, or double “u”… I should just remember vacwm. That would work.
Taking half a personal day, and heading off to Ikea to plunge myself further into debt. It’s f’n fun.

SILLY THINGS TO DO

by me - 29.11.05
Start compulsively picking at things with an aim towards their complete and utter destruction. For example, start picking at the fuzzy bits of your wool sweater. Keep at it until it’s all gone. Or start picking at the piles of your carpet until it too has been eradicated. Or start picking at your self esteem until it has completely dissipated at which point you will become a withered husk of a person as fit for being a boot tray as you are for any sort of meaningful employment/relationship. Silly person.

28/11/2005

Graig’s Sense Of Snow

Filed under: random — graigkent @ 2:18 pm

Returned to the Roncey apartment yesterday, now virtually a completely empty space with Em and the pets gone (although plenty of dust bunnies left to greet me). I did a full sweep of the upstairs and much rearranging downstairs. Just need to figure out how this apartment is going to work now, and what needs to be where.
I don’t have much of a designer’s eye, and I don’t have a lot of money to spare at the mo’, and you know these things really go hand in hand when trying to establish a space. I’ll have to powwow with the new roomie and figure out what he’s trucking along with him on January.
Meanwhile, I think the fridge has given up, quitting the business of keeping things cold. I did all the obvious things like check the breaker, and fidgeted with the temp settings to see if I could get a reaction from the crushinator-looking machine, but no dice McKracken. I keep hoping that it’s just sleeping, in-standby mode, but fridges aren’t that smart. I guess we’ll see how the milk tastes when I get home and that will confirm or deny the rumours of its death. I’ll have to call the landlord and make the funeral arrangements.
Something about being back at the old place has taken the wind out of my sails though. I’m not sure if it’s the vacancy of the rooms, what it represents in terms of my very recent past, or if it’s just the fact that it needs some tidy work and I’m feeling incredibly lazy. Most likely the latter. Maybe Moms was right and I should just hire a cleaning service.
December is going to be a daunting month. I’ve got a business trip to New York coming up, plus holidays and year end at work. My social schedule is also starting to cramp up, but once the cold really hits and the snow really falls (what’s this 13°C and rain crap… it’s Winter people!) I’m sure I’ll get that housebound, videogaming ‘n’ DVD watching tingle once again.
*UPDATE* Fridge woke up by the time I got home from work. Milk still tasted funny though.

SILLY THINGS TO DO

Open up a box of assorted “holiday” chocolates at the grocery store and dump them on the ground. Read the key card and call out the names of each of the kinds of chocolates as you stomp on then (eg. CHEWY NUGAT! *STOMP*). When you’re done, scrape the chocolates off the floor and try to put them back into the box, in their appropriate spaces. Return the lid to the box and take it to the checkout counter. Pay for the chocolates and then bolt suspiciously out the door.

The Thing of the Thing

Filed under: Sequential Art — gkentetc @ 1:21 pm

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Though it may not show in the actual writing, I’ve got my jazz back and I’ve done some of my most satisfying reviews this week over at Thor’s Comic Column.
You’ll notice at the head of the column that we’re doing auditions for new reviewers very shortly, so if you’re interested stay tuned (it’s all pain, no glory, by the by).
This week both grandmaster Sean and myself were feeling our oats after a week-off breather, and we pumped out an impressive amount of reading between us, hitting highs, lows and inbetweeners the both of us.
-The Thing #1, reviewed by me, and I like it
-All-Star Superman #1 reviewed by Sean, and he liked it
-Seven Soldiers: Frankenstein #1 peaked my interest
-The Books Of Doom #1 didn’t inspire Sean very much
-Essential Marvel 2-In-1 Vol.1 wasn’t half bad, but wasn’t half good either
-Keith Giffen’s Trencher suffers from bad produciton values
-and in our Rack Raids: Godland#5, Seven Soldiers:Zatanna #4, Zombie Tales: Oblivion, The Perhapanauts #1, X-Men: Deadly Genesis #1

26/11/2005

Jane Austin redux

Filed under: In Theatre — graigkent @ 1:10 am

I’ve never read a Jane Austin novel, nor have I ever seen any cinematic adaptations of her work (and, should I be fibbing, I honestly don’t recall such an experience). However, if the latest interpretation of Pride and Prejudice is any indication, I don’t think I’d mind more experiences like that. Oh, it’s not that the film was particularly good, I mean, it was servicable to the story with apt set designs and some decent, but not exceptional, performances. The story by all rights is an enjoyable one, for what I didn’t know going into it was that P&P is a comedy, almost farcical. But it’s good nature is not all it offered me and my companions. No, what it did offer of utmost enjoyability was opportunity.
You see early on into the performance (like 30 seconds in) I heard a chorus of whispers behind me. A minute later the whispers were coming from in front of me. Shortly thereafter, beside me as Toast and Marmy interacted. Normally I’d be kind of annoyed at the chatty Cathys in the theatre, but I relaxed into it and said “If that’s how it’s gonna be…” and TripleDoubleYou and I proceeded to wisecrack all the way throughout the movie. Jane Austin kept setting them up and we kept knocking them down, with as many “OH SNAPs” or “OH NO YOU DI’IN’Ts” or “IS TOO SEXYs” that we could place in.
The absolute best set-up and roll was, at one point on character said to t’other “What news from Kent” to which I promptly replied “Well…”. Yes, such uncouth behaviour I know, but, dammit, it was fun, and it seemed like everyone else was doing it (and louder too), and in a sparsely filled theatre, I don’t think we were being too distracting. I may be wrong though.
A wise man once said “Sometimes the greatest pleasure is in the company you keep.” That wise man? Me. Right now. Just there. Didja see?
And by the by, apparently for the die hard Austin-ite (3:16) the movie wasn’t very good. Me, I had a smashing time. Olde English era stories are almost like science fiction, what with their wacky dances, their funny clothing, their strange manner of speak, and their absurd customs (parading your daughters around like merchandise, I mean, f’real).

SILLY THINGS TO DO

Find “GO”. Collect $200. Then tell all your friends so we can collect too. Then when there’s 200 of us, we’ll have a $200 party, complete with Nerds candy and Yoo-Hoo (it’s only going to cost us a dollar each!)

The Poopee

Apparently the Adult Swim Friday Night Fix is available only in the US. Way to break my heart, fuxers.

25/11/2005

A new word

Filed under: writing — graigkent @ 11:24 am

SNOBSESS

adjective - snob

The Art of Snow Walking

Filed under: Silly Things To Do, the body human — graigkent @ 10:11 am

Winter changes everything in the big city, including how one travels. I notice most drivers don’t really seem to change their habits at all (hence the massive number of traffic accidents reported on first snowfall), but pedestrians fare a little better. It’s almost innate how differently we walk when all of a sudden it’s cold and we see the snow on the ground. Two days later some sore muscles in my ass and the back of my legs are proof that normal stride is abandoned in favour of something that will keep you upright as you move on down the road.
Winter walking is a much different task then other seasonal walking. There are many factors we must process when we’re hoofin’ it down the sidewalk:
-what’s on our feet? Boots or shoes? What are the treads like? Have we had slipping issues with these before? Have we road tested these things in previous winters?
Today I’m wearing a pair of Caterpillar shoes which have these strange treds which look like they should be rugged and meant for all terrain but get really dangerous on slick surfaces, such as movie theatre floors. So on rainy days I take a little more care, and these days, when I come across a cleared section of sidewalk, I take much more care. In fact, in winter I walk with a much shorter but hurried stride, doing a little pivoting step each time to wear my foot into the ground and ensure that the tread will take to the surface. One of the other things I do is constantly prepare myself for a slip and fall, extending a hand towards something solid to grab onto should my stability come into question. And mentally preparing yourself while your walking, especially when approaching 90-degree turns or steep inclines, is always useful. Being prepared can save you a sore tailbone, a dislocated shoulder, or a fractured skull.
-what’s the sidewalk look like? Is it cleared or fresh snow or well compressed? If it’s fresh snow, is it heavy or light? If it’s cleared, does it look salted or roughed up, or kind of smooth or glossy?
Well compressed snow on a sidewalk is actually tonnes better than a clear sidewalk. A clear sidewalk is much more prone to forming ice slicks, since the tiny remains of snow are exposed to more sunshine and have a greater likelihood of melting and refreezing, especially with salting, forming a (sometimes invisible) slick. And when fresh, loose snow has fallen, it’s often deceptive and when walking is at its most dangerous, as it conceals ice but provides no additional traction. Of course, a heavy accumulation of snow will affect how you walk as you’ll need to lift your knees up like your drill seargent told ya to in order to make your way through it.
Of course there are other things to take into account, such as distractions (like talking on a cel phone or a beautiful person walking past) or low visibility (evenings or heavy, windy snowfalls with snowflakes stabbing your eyeballs), but if you stay aware of your surroundings, and even more, your footing, you’ll have a safe and enjoyable season trudging through your winter wonderland.

Awoo

There’s something incredibly beautiful about photographs of dancers in motion. It’s something even more interesting when juxtaposed with the comparatively stillness of a rock band behind them.
Yes, Frank has pictures of the Hidden Cameras/Toronto Dance Theatre show and it’s lovely stuff.

SILLY THINGS TO DO

by me - 25.11.05
Enter the dragon. When you’ve had enough of the dragon, exit the dragon. Don’t forget to tip your waiter.

It’s the music, part 5

Filed under: On Disc — gkentetc @ 12:58 am

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5 (it’s a big’un with three of the year’s best albums):
Caribou: The Milk of Human Kindness
Spoon: Gimme Fiction
Novaillero: Aim Right For The Holes In Their Lives
Planet Smashers: Unstoppable
The National: Alligator
The Rogers Sisters: Three Fingers

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24/11/2005

Dinner Time

Filed under: Food — graigkent @ 7:40 pm

It’s Bastardized Black Bean and Beef Burrito night
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including:
1 can black beans, thoroughly smushed and heated
1 small onion diced and sauteed with olive oil, 2 cloves garlic and thyme
1/2 lb ground beef cooked and hashed with onion/garlic, cumin and paprika
Mozzarella cheese (this awfully mushy “No Name” extra-skim stuff that’s just a nightmare to do anything with)
Diced green peppers and tomatoes
Fat free sour cream

the north face

Filed under: Silly Things To Do, random — graigkent @ 12:00 am

It’s sleeting outside.
It’s that sort of wet snow stuff that melts almost immediately after it hits the ground only it’s just heavy enough that the melting can’t keep up with it so there’s a nice patina of snow here and there.
I love weather like this (but then I also love rain), and the 25 minute walk up from Harbourfront (see the Hidden Cameras/Toronto Dance Theatre on sidebar) was the perfect time to enjoy it. I almost wished the walk was longer so that I could spend more time outside, but I was feeling rather jazzed after the revue, so it may have affected my mood some. I would have spent more time just aimlessly wandering but I wanted to get my thoughts down about “In the Boneyard” before the repeated sleet-poking of my eyeballs whisked them away.
Perhaps I should go back out now. Or sleep out on the balcony. Or not.

SILLY THINGS TO DO

by me - 24.11.05
Take many photographs of the back of your head and then find an unblemished wall in your abode and pin up all the photographs in a collage so that the entire wall is covered. Pluck out some nose hairs and sneeze all over your collage. Wipe the collage down with some hydrogen peroxide followed by varsol, then coat with a heavy layer of varathane. Peel your collage off the wall and walk it down to the nearest gallery and offer to sell it to them for $1.5 million. When you are rudely rejected, teach them a lesson by setting their gallery on fire. And when there’s nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire. But don’t do that last part.

23/11/2005

In The Boneyard: The Hidden Cameras and the Toronto Dance Theatre

Filed under: Live — gkentetc @ 10:22 pm

November 22-26, 2005 (Nov.23 performance)
@Premier Dance Theatre
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My year of 2005 has been sorely lacking in Hidden Cameras experiences. I’ve said numerous times that, had I the gumption (and the cash), I’d quit my job and follow the Cameras around like a latter-day Deadhead. I love me some Hidden Cameras something fierce. Their music is like a drug that lifts you up and sets you free, leaving you floating for hours, even days afterwards. They are the tow-plane to my glider.
There’s almost something spiritual about a Hidden Cameras show, the energy levels of the multiple band members on stage, Joel Gibb’s immaculate pop sensibilities, and the vibe of an aroused crowd. You’ll see a lot less head nodding and folded arms, instead you get both spastically and rhythmically moving bodies like a mass posession, the exorcist has the night off. This danceability is what attracted the Toronto Dance Theatre’s Christopher House to Gibb’s music, and the spectacle that is a Hidden Cameras live performance (complete with scantily clad, bellaclava’d go-go boys on the stage corners) is what inspired House to approach Gibb about collaborating.
Together, they came up with You Are The Same, a January 2004 revue that blurred the line between band and dance troupe. It was a stunning, awe inspiring, and unforgettable (and sold out) performance, elements of which carried through to other Hidden Cameras gigs throughout the year. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise then that the Cameras and the TDT would come together again for another revue, and yet it did. Surprise, delight and excitement.

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Git wise

Filed under: Silly Things To Do, love or something like it — graigkent @ 12:52 am

The last time I was single, my brain was trying to wrap itself around the ages old question of “what do women want”. After a weekend oversaturated in “Sex and the City” watching, I can honestly say I don’t really give a damn about what women want. In the spirit of modern-day self-absorption, now I only care about what I want.
Being less glib, my thought process is less “how do I attract a woman” and more “how do I know if I’m attracted to a woman”. I suppose it has something to do with being more self-confident, more comfortable with myself, and quite satisfied with who I am, thank you very much. So really the onus is on me to now figure out what I want in a relationship/partner (besides a Beauxbaton Girl outfit hanging in the closet).
I’m making lists, but lists are kind of futile. They’re as much about characteristics and traits that I don’t want as much as those I do, but it’s not like I’m going to meet someone and start checking things off. I don’t believe in “the perfect woman” and having lists (and taking them seriously) can only serve as a disservice to potential girlfriends, as they’d be completely incapable of meeting up with ideal expectations.
A friend told me his list, which was utterly simple:
He wants to someone he can make smile and someone who feels confident in their relationship.
I’m not sure if this is perhaps too simplistic, but it’s certainly a nice set of blocks to start building upon. Ultimately each person is an individual, and we’re all on our own paths of growth and progression. Sometimes those paths cross, sometimes they run in parallell and sometimes they merge (and sometimes only to fork off again). It’s difficult to say that someone who seems perfect today will still be perfect a year down the road.
I’d like to think that there’s someone out there for everyone, but kismet and karma and all that kind of spiritual stuff is all pretty lacking in my modern philosophy, but it hasn’t always been. It’s perhaps naive thinking, but at times it’s also oddly comforting to think it, it gives the love-lost something to hold onto, like belief in God or Eskimos or LL Bean.
In my current thoughts, I’ve been trying to wrap my head around the concept of dating. I’m not ready to hop into another relationship just yet, but I feel ready to date. At the same time, I don’t get the point of dating if you’re not looking for a relationship (well, I get it, but I’m not that primal). My goal love-wise is to find that special someone that will be the other path that merges and doesn’t fork off (nyuck nyuck), but that’s a lot of pressure to put on a potential date, and I guess until I can just go out and enjoy someone’s company without trying to determine if she’s “the one” or not right off the bat I shouldn’t be doing it. Maybe I’m not ready to date either, just ready to look…?
Where’s this all going? I dunno. I guess it’s just to say I’m in a judgemental phase and I will be ruling on all single women, so watch out ladies. Here come da judge.
I’m so lame.

SILLY THINGS TO DO

by me - 23.11.05
Bathe in cookies. If you find them to be a little rough on your skin, add milk.

22/11/2005

Silly Things To Do

Filed under: Silly Things To Do — graigkent @ 2:54 pm

by me - 22.11.05
It’s officially “Ear Canal Love Day”. Celebrate your ear canal by sticking things in it. Ear plugs, q-tips, pens, action figures, grapes, fingernails, mints, whispers, Lucky Charms marshmallows, bonsai trees, peppercorns, chewy nugat, earwigs, bellybutton lint, nipples, monkey wrenches, tiny orphans, and anything that you can think of.

21/11/2005

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

Filed under: In Theatre — gkentetc @ 11:20 pm

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d: Mike Newell,
w: Steve Kloves

Okay, I’m not the biggest Harry Potter fan out there, but I don’t wish the books, the films, the characters, the author/actors/directors any ill will. In fact, I ejoyed the first three books enough, and equally enjoyed the first three films, but in both novel and theatrical form, the fourth installment in the Harry Potter series has been somewhat inpenetrable to me.
I got maybe forty or fifty pages into JK Rawling’s “…Goblet of Fire” before the strain of trying to conceptualize (and, really, give a damn) about a Quiddich match caused me to put the book down indefinitely (well, it was returned to its owner three or four months later). It’s a 700+ page book, nearly equal in size all three of the previous books put together, and if the opening pages failed to grab me I feared what the rest of the book would be like.
Considering how well the previous films adapted their source material, I can understand how hopes would be high for “Goblet of Fire”, but taking a 300 page book and turning it into a 2.5 hour movie is one thing, a 700 page book is something much different, and as you can imagine, a lot of compression was necessary, and with the “Goblet of Fire” that was more than palpable.

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A-men

Filed under: random — graigkent @ 10:22 pm

This is one of the most brilliant things I’ve read in a long time:

I just think it needs to be said that everyone should be their own biggest fan. You don’t have to throw it at people or hit them over the head with it as if it were a baseball or a baseball bat either. As long as you get up each day knowing why you got up and what your life means to the world then you got it going on.

Know who said that? Not Plato or Bukowski, nor Don Rickles or Jerry Springer… nope, that’s my good friend Ryan for you. If Ryan is his own number 1 fan, then I’m probably his number 2.
Yeah buddy.
That should be engraved on silly fake plaster tiles and sold at the Pottery Barn or Homesense or Hallmark or something.

Walking in a winter woderouslessness land

Filed under: Get A Life — graigkent @ 1:49 pm

I spent the past weekend dogsitting the nephew up in “beautiful” Barrie, Ontario (I used the word beautiful because it’s alliterative, and I put it in quotes because I’m being sarcastic). Now if you don’t understand the term “dogsitting the nephew”, it’s not a euphamism for anything, it just means that I’m “Uncle Graig” to my sister’s 9month old black lab, Whistler.
Barrie had a nice coating of snow when I arrived on Friday afternoon. It was really quite weird driving up from cold, windy and wet Toronto into cold, windy and white Barrie. I almost got that Christmas buzz for a second, which is probably the reason why I kept myself inside the rest of the evening.
I had an uber lazy weekend, hopping into the tub and having a long-hot soak Friday night. I relaxed to the point where I fell asleep and nearly dropped my graphic novel into the water. It’s not often I get the chance to sit fully submerged in hot, sudsy water (my sister’s place has a long and deep tub, with spray jets and everything), so I stayed in it for close to two hours.
After the tub (instead of “taking a bath”, I’ve noticed I’ve starting saying “having a tub” for no explicable reason whatsoever) I snuggled up with the pup and watched 12 episodes of Sex and the City season 4 on DVD. I hadn’t intended to but the nap in the tub kept me from sleeping until 4am. I then polished off the rest of season 4 in the morning. I couldn’t believe that I had only seen three episodes from that season previously. It must have aired in Canada during my cable blackout between summers of 2001 and 2002.
After taking the pup for a walk, I sat down to season 5 of the show, finishing the first disc (hmm, hadn’t seen those four episodes either) then having some dinner. I decided to take a S&tC break and watch something else, but my sister’s satellite programming is pretty basic (ie. nothing on) so I popped in the Incredibles and promptly fell asleep. I woke up to catch the ending and the followed it up with Constantine (I enjoy it, and I don’t feel guilty in the least for saying so). I polished off Season 5 before falling asleep.
I hadn’t intended to, but boredom forced me to devour Season 6 volume 1 (12 episodes) before 1pm, by which time I was all Sexed and Citied out. Plus, the second half of season six was pretty dull so I didn’t really feel any desire to watch anymore. 19 hours of Sex & The City in one weekend is almost the equivalent of putting one’s brain in a blender and setting to puree (I say “almost” having never actually put my brain in a blender and set to “puree”… I used “chop” instead).
So my sleeping habits were severly messed up this weekend, but it was good hanging with the nephew, despite his nasty farting and his coprophagic tendencies (the latter of which I’m sure impacted the former).

SILLY THINGS TO DO

Buy four action figures and name them Steve, Eddie, Tibor and Jimbo. Take them on a long road trip with you as travelling companions and take pictures of them standing on the dashboard or riding on a ski-lift. When you arrive at your destination leave your four little friends in the car, but crack a window for them.

18/11/2005

Trailer Board

Filed under: Silly Things To Do, geek — graigkent @ 11:33 am

The new teaser trailer for “Superman Returns” is on line. This is the second trailer I’ve seen and I just have to ask: why so boring. Great Caesar’s Ghost, these Sman trailers are dull, dull, dull, especially the accompanying music which has that special kind of majesty which combines tediousness with drowsiness.
I did get a nice little charge with Supes hovering above the Earth though.

SILLY THINGS TO DO

by me - 18.11.05
Fill 37 pie plates with whip cream (the stuff from a spray can, not the real stuff mind you) and put them at the base of a platform. Hop up on the platform and perform an air guitar concert for the “pies”. At the height of the moment, unstrap your air guitar and leap into the crowd, effectively killing them all.

17/11/2005

Going mad going mod

Filed under: Get A Life — graigkent @ 6:13 pm

Anyone know where in T.O. to get a good mod (two button jacket, flat front pants)suit for around $400 or less?
I want a new suit, something a bit more on the casual side, but I really don’t want to spend a grand doing so. Tom’s Place got pretty scoffy at me for even suggesting such a thing. I really don’t care about designer names. They mean nothing to me. Just give me a good suit at a good price, and keep the ego.

Welcome to the Geekent Academy

Filed under: this blog — graigkent @ 4:50 pm

In meta-meta-blogging, Wendy has blogged her acceptance speech after my first ever Comments Awards. She said “I’d like to thank the Academy”, at which point I had to prepare a response:
I’m an Academy now…?
shit, I better come up with some curriculum stat.
Erm…
- Meme 101
- Superficially Thought Out Relationship Theory 405
- Sequential Art History Masters programme
- DVD watching 201
- Collectors Anonymous support sessions (off campus)
- Reviewing Media With No Talent 301
- Speling Mystaks 101
- Looking Down Your Nose At Others: How To Be A Music Snob (elective)
- Screwing Off When You Should Be Working 202 (requires Floating Through Life 101)
- Floating Through Life 101
Register today.
Geekent.com

more meta

in Joany’s comments on the subject of the 40-year-old Virgin “you’re gay” sequence:
” Graig, you know how I know that you’re gay?
You eat like a chick, dude.”
This makes me laugh, and I’m quite certain it always will, mainly ’cause it’s true, and it would take an utter LOEW member to come up with such a clever juxtaposition of words. Joan, you’re brilliant.

Silly Things To Do

Filed under: Silly Things To Do — graigkent @ 4:26 pm

by me - 17.11.05
You know cottage cheese, right? And you know how good it feels down the front of your pants, right? Well, tonight, instead of putting it down the front of your pants, try putting it down the back of your pants. Mmmm. Smooshy.

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