As for my XPS, it's working -- for now -- but it remains the noisest damn machine I've ever met and I live in constant fear of another failure. At the same time, my much older Dell runs as well as it ever did after years of regular use. If Dell still made machines like that thing, they wouldn't be suffering today.
Dan and Linda are two ex-guerilla activists from Vancouver, now living underground and off the grid in Toronto. To survive they scavenge through garbage and cruise garage sales for buried treasures they can sell "cash-only" on the internet ... [their] lives are turned upside down when an enigmatic, young radical named Susan ... enters the scene just as their dope-dealer is busted.
It's a laid-back, gritty, funny flick, sort of a pothead activist retelling of Anne of Green Gables. And it's filmed in my 'hood, so it was a treat seeing all the places where Zack pees up on the big screen. Every other scene, I would nod my head with satisfaction and murmur, "Oh yes, Zack's peed there alright."
RoninKengo has discovered VOX, which is being hyped as myspace for your grandma. It's not live yet (he snagged an advance invite), but when it is, VOX users will also be able to use iStock thumbs to illustrate their posts. The thumbs link back to the image's download and purchase page, which will hopefully make me WEALTHY BEYOND MY WILDEST DREAMS. Or help me pay the phone bill.
Just When You Thought It Would Never Get Finished ...
THE RECAP Because this started in February, here's a quick recap before the final episode.
In EPISODE 1 good-natured doormat, Peter MacKay, met Belinda Stroach the Giraffe ...
STRONACH: Peter MacKay, why the hell are you wandering in the fucking wilderness?
... and romance blossomed. Then, in EPISODE 2 Belinda revealed that she had plans for both her and Pete ...
STRONACH: We want you to meet with Stephen Harper.
MACKAY: HARPER? I ain't gonna meet with no gosh-dang Stephen Harper!
... suddenly there was tension. In EPISODE 3 they met with Stephen Harper the Elephant ...
HARPER: No, man. The world isn't getting warmer, it's staying the same while the universe grows colder.
... and I thought I already posted EPISODE 4 ... imagine my disappointment when I saw it still sitting in the 'drafts' folder. No matter, COMING UP: The last 2 episodes of World's Scariest Animal Relationships 2, Artic Extreme!
Little Jimmy woke. He was surrounded by the thick fog. Jimmy stood and stumbled against the chesterfield. He heard a noise. A hissing.
Frightened, Little Jimmy, began to poke through the fog. He stretched out his hand and watched it vanish in the thick haze. There was a knock. Jimmy froze. The hair on his arms turned cold like little icicles of fear.
Little Jimmy continued forward. There, in the murk, he saw two throbbing orbs. Little Jimmy knew what had happened. He had started to boil eggs, but forgot about them. The water had boiled away over an hour ago; the eggs were now cracked and ruined.
Little Jimmy turned off the heat. The crack on one of the eggs quivered. The egg hissed, "Little Jimmy ... Little Jimmy ... how could you forget us?"
Little Jimmy cried out and stepped away. The egg hissed again, "We loved you, Little Jimmy ... we ... loved .. you ..."
Little Jimmy wiped away his tears and stepped forward towards the pot. The egg was oozing and shaking, "Little Jimmy, please give me one ... last ... kiss." Little Jimmy leaned forward and puckered his lips but the egg opened its mouth wide and bit down on Little Jimmy's face. Little Jimmy shrieked. The egg chomped down and fell away.
Little Jimmy's face had been completely bitten off. Blood sprayed like a geyser from the hole that was left. He stumbled backwards and collapsed. His body twitched on the floor as his life ebbed away. The egg began to cry. Blood stained its evil lips.
Outside his apartment, Little Jimmy's landlady pounded on the door with her fist, calling out, "Is everything ok?" She heard the egg's sob turn into a wail of anguish.
I saw Superman Returns yesterday [ spoilers follow ] and the flick was a complete dud, much worse than the reviews suggest. While watching it, I was overwhelmed by feelings of 'not caring' and by the last half hour, I was tapping my feet from boredom and wishing they'd just wrap the damn thing up. It's that dull. I was actually hoping Richard Pryor would show up; they made Superman 3 twice and mucked it up both times. If they do a sequel, let's hope they skip ahead to Superman 5 (which would also be Superman 6) instead of trying to fix 4 (which would make 5 7).
The film's biggest fault is Lex Luthor's scheme. If you think about it for more than five seconds, it's preposterous ... and call me an idealist, but I believe screenwriters get paid to think about their stories for more than five seconds. Worse, it's not even original; it's a real estate swindle, just like in the first movie except that one was clever (nuke California, create a new coastline and turn worthless desert into real estate) and this one is idiotic (destroy the world by replacing old continents with a new one ... wtf???).
The human drama ain't much better. It's loosely Priscilla, Queen of the Desert with amnesia. Superman is a dad. How does this affect him? Who knows, who cares? The actor playing Superman isn't capable of much beyond a barely passable imitation of Christopher Reeve as Clark Kent. In the pantheon of franchise actor failures, Brandon Routh occupies the space between George Lasenby and Paul McGann. If there's a sequel, they might consider calling Tom Welling's agent.
The rest of the cast does a fair job, but only the actors playing the Whites, uncle & nephew, approach anything one might consider 'acting'. The kid isn't too bad, but seems like he'd be more at home in The Sixth Sense than Superman. As for all of the geek references thrown in (such as a shot pulled from the cover of the first Superman comic) ... well, they're not much fun when the movie's not fun.
If you choose cereal, you go back to your life as you know it. If you choose sandwich, you find out how deep the rabbit hole really goes. If you don't choose, your fence-sitting ways will eventually be your undoing.
Rocketboom relaunched today with a new host. She's pleasant. The episode was pleasant. In the final tally, the Rocketboom Split Drama scored points for resembling the plot of a Cory Doctorow novel but lost points for not milking the drama for a few episodes. Milk has calcium, calcium makes bones strong.
If you want to watch a video blog that's actually sharp & funny & fast, check out zefrank's the show. Good luck.
Merv was at the pool in our hometown and sent me these pics from the rafters. I was a lifeguard there for four summers ... I was working there 20 years ago this month! A quick google of the above names turned up nothin'. Wow, imagine not existing on the internet. That's like not existing in the mind of god.
I can't even remember the last time I posted a new Ms. Johnson strip. But there are two new ones on the site now, both about Toronto city councillors who have expressed an interest in running for mayor this fall.
Shawn had originally quoted text from John Barber, a Globe and Mail columnist and a National Post competitor. The quotes from Barber played an integral role in shaping Shawn’s Spacing Wire post. But the National Post removed Barber’s words which dramatically warped Shawn’s point-of-view. To add a bit of intrigue to the situation, Shawn is a frequent contributor to the Globe and Mail and has consciously decided not to have anything to do with the National Post.
Imagine getting fired from your blog. That's what happened to Amanda at Rocketboom when she and her partner broke up [ announced here ]. So here's an important tip: get a blog prenup! Or follow the example of Fleetwood Mac and do lots of coke, keep working together and put out your Rumours. Or something.
Hmmmm ... emotional turmoil might have made Rocketboom somewhat bearable again ...
The True Tommy Douglas Story, 1962 As relayed by Woodrow Llyod
Even though I'd taken over from Douglas as premiere of Saskatchewan, on that cold winter night I knew I needed Tommy. I needed his his magic. It was a bad one, the worst yet.
LLOYD: They came back! They thought that because you were gone, it was safe.
DOUGLAS: It's good that you brought me.
LLOYD: We should call the mounties, too.
DOUGLAS: NO. I will face them. You stay here.
Douglas set out and walked towards the glowing hanger. Mad laughter and other sounds echoed from the place. He got closer. And closer.
Figures darted around Douglas in the night. He fought them. He struggled forward, towards the hangar. And vanished inside. Howls and screams rang out. I wanted to run, I wanted to rush to help Tommy. But I just stood in my place, frozen with fear.
I waited for hours. I didn't know what to do. I must have nodded off at one point because when I awoke, Tommy was standing over me.
He was exhausted. His face weary. He looked as though he bore the burden of a thousand centuries.
TOMMY: That's the thing I hate about Saskatchewan ....