Things I want of a selfish kind

New shoes
Iron Giant Special Edition
Romeo + Juliet (Baz Lurhman version)
Hellboy: Director's Cut
Lord of the Rings Extended Editions
Big Fish
A pocket watch (the metal band on my watch got bent)
Canon Powershot A95
Futurama
any Kurosawa movie
Winnie the Pooh Special Edition
Edward Scissorhands
Napoleon Dynamite
Ghost World
28 Days Later
Kontroll (never going to happen unless I can learn enough Hungarian to order it off the net)
Pitch Black
Nintendo Game Cube
Classic Disney animations
Works of Michael Gondry
and it becomes rapidly apparent that my priorities in what I want are movies.

addendum:
Buffy DVDs
Angel DVDs
Don Bluth movies

Freakish

This must easily be the strangest thing I have seen in a long, long time. it helps to further confirm the hypothesis of Scott over at VG Cats

29 October 2003

Here's the ending of what I wrote in my journal on the 29th of October last year. Note the day references and I'm sure you'll find it as interesting as I did.

"Last night things didn't quite sail as planned with 'The Book of Mormon Movie', plus it started snowing thick, heavy snow. Her home teachers came late and stayed long, so we didn't even hook up until 9:10 or so, but we went to Tim Horton's, had doughnuts and hot chocolate, talked, and went to see 'The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen'. It was cheesy, but fun. We had a good night, I like to think."

I looked it up out of curiosity over a comment you made last night. It has meade me very happy with coincidences.

Is it really a question of "if"?

since the induction ofterm papers into my diet, as well as an introduction to the entropic state known as "poverty" I've unfortunately had neither time nor money for watching movies. This is bad for me. Very bad. Whereas in the month of July I was able to watch fourteen films, August sixteen films, and September twenty films, October has yeilded only six to date. Now, I do realize that there's still some time left in October, but we're really only looking at twelve evenings and four, maybe five afternoons. The compounding factor is that I've all but run out of movies in my personal collections to watch. I could manage to bring the number up where I would like it to be at by borrowing movies off of friends, but this would basically require the willing forfiture of marks on my communications term paper. Maybe I can just finish a first draft of the paper in the next couple days then devote teh in-between times to fleshing it out, allowing me to focus the rest of my attention on he art of cinema...

The Road Ninja Strikes Again

Yesterday I spent the day shooting photos for a friend's wedding, which involved taking a trip down to Cardston. Another mutual friend picked me up early in the morning to drive down, but he started falling asleep at the wheel so I took over driving. While we were driving through Claresholm I was in the left lane of the two-lane-one-way street and there was a Subaru in the right hand lane. The Subaru puts on his left turn signal and starts slowing down. Assuming he's wanting to change lanes and is lettign me pass I put on a little gas. suddenly he slows all the way down and tries to turn into a service station parking lot, and, as a result, turns right into my lane. I slammed on the brakes, turned the wheel, and managed to slide right between him and the guard rail, into the parking lot, and out the other side without a scratch. It was awesome.

Sleeps

11
14
61
69
75
80
183
205

Happy?

I don't know why, but I've been really jumpy/excited for the past hour or so. Maybe it was just getting away from work on a day when everyone seems to be in a mood. Maybe it's the fact that there are only 14 sleeps left. either way, I'm in a good mood.

At work we have a "huddle" before the store opens. This is just a spin-doctored phrase meaning "meeting." The usual fare: sales are up/down, who's on what today, shipment is too big to fit in the warehouse, typical. Lately they've also been doing a littel corporate "value" message. Today's was teamwork. The manager made a specific point about how good "the team" is about not throwing around lines like "that's not my job" and will help out where needed, even if it isn't "their job." Flash forward a half hour. We have four people (out of a normal team of seven or eight) unloading the shipment while the same manger watches over us. Some people on the line make light-hearted comments about her jumping on the line and helping out instead of just standing there. "Oh, well, the way I was trained I was told I'm not supposed to help out." So she continued to watch over us like a gargoyle making sure we don't poket and merchandise or stand around wasting time.

Worth your respect

I don't give much notice to major public events, but I feel that this guy does it justice.

Eight Hundred Dollar Santa

Okay, so every now and then we get some really wacky crap coming into the warehouse. Today we got a giant Santa. He's about six feet and a few inches, taller then me by a bit, and costs $799.99 CDN (so if you Americans decide you want a deal on a giant Santa holding a fiddle, we're the Shawnessy Winners in Calgary Alberta). I want to go in and take a picture of him.

Let's talk it over, it's not like we're dead.

As I was leaving work to come home and consume leftovers for my mid-day caloric intake, Avril Lavigne (sp?) and her new song were playing on the radio. I normally don't pay much heed to these sorts of songs, but for some reason I decided to actually pay attention to the lyrics. In doing so I have come to the conclusion that Avril is actually the most brilliant songwriter gracing the planet at the present time. While so many others spend hours and days finding the right words to rhyme together in oder to form pleasant-sounding, yet poingant lyrics, Avril cuts through the crap and just rhymes the word "dead" with "dead." Why has no one ever thought of this before?

Tech Support

I know I'm not the only one who this happens to. Someone you know, however remote the connection, hears rumor that you know your way around a computer. This may or may not be true to various degrees. well, somethign goes wrong with their computer, Windows freezes up and won't properly boot back up, critical failures every time you reset, any of the 8,936,573,241 things that can go wrong with any given version of Windows. They call everyone they know who may know your number, eventually get a hold of you and ask you what they need to do. well, you ask them what's been going on, what they see, what they've tried, then find out that they're using Windows 3.1 or something so arcane that it's been years since you forgot how to fix the problem. After a few minutes of trying to tell them how to do it you remember that the main problem is not that they know how to fix their machine, have hit a brick wall, and are hoping you can jump start their memory, it's that they have no idea what to do in the first place. Because you're such a nice person, and because their kids have school projects due tomorrow that are locked in the steely cage of the hard drive, you decide to drop what you're doing and go over to do it for them. The process is just as frustrating as you remember, Windows 98 being less stable than water, but you do manage to remember how to work your way through all the myriad of emergency boot menues to find a boot that will let you reinstall the operating system from their burnt CD. The thought crosses your mind that you've never installed Windows 98 from anythign but a burnt CD. Eventually you get everything as stable as it will ever get and head home over an hour later than you thought you would knowing that as you drive their system is flooding with hundreds of trojans and viruses. But you sleep soundly knowing that at least the projects will get in on time.

Spending my time trying to spend time more wisely

It's not working. I've been sitting around scrounging weird things off the internet. I've developed a habit of searching google for pictures with specific titles like dscn0001.jpg to see all those digital cameras lose their virginity. Another favorite of mine i me.jpg

That really is the extent of what I've spent my time doing lately, aside from tryign to finish school work that I'm losing desire to do.

Adrianna

Coldplay
"The Scientist"

Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are

I had to find you
Tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apart

Tell me your secrets
And ask me your questions
Oh let's go back to the start

Running in circles
Coming up tails
Heads on a silence apart

Nobody said it was easy
Oh it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard

Oh take me back to the start

I was just guessing
At numbers and figures
Pulling your puzzles apart

Questions of science
Science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart

Tell me you love me
Come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start

Running in circles
Chasing our tails
Coming back as we are

Nobody said it was easy
Oh it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard

I'm going back to the start

You Don't Want A Boyfriend. You Want Mr. Spock

Well, I'm trying to decide waht to do with my afternoon. I have an optional comms lab I could attend, but as always I don't really feel like traveling to the other end of the city unless needed. I could go to a matinee, but I missed the early showings of the movies I'm really interested in seeing. It's First Thursday Crawl tonight. It's not the same without you, so I don't know if I'll go. It's a pitty because you'de really love what's going down tonight. I still have a comms assignment to finish up, which would probably be a wise use of my time, but I'm almost done it as is. What I really want to do is go take pictures of all the lovely things, but I'm out of film and have no money to buy more (not if I intend on going to movies that is.) I might look at other cameras to get, redo my budget so I can get one sooner, pick a cheaper one. Maybe.

I sliced my thumb open right across the knuckle at work this morning. One of the first things that happened, shortly aftr I stepped on a nail that went right through my shoe. I don't think it punctured skin though. I really should check. Nope, I'm fine. It's not my day for injuries, or near injuries.

the title of this post is brought to you by the last song I heard on the radio as I was driving home from work. It's by Nerf Herder.

God's Gift to Man

I just wanted to take a moment to highlight just how wonderful the invention of the self-flushing urinal is. I walked into on of the washrooms on campus and there was a distinct look as though thousands of guys had gone through that stall with barly an appropriately aimed jiggle at the end of their business. It coated the floor, the urinal itself, and the walls to the side and front. I can only imagine what would be growing on that handle if it existed.

I almost peed myself

I was dragging my way around the vastness of the interweb when I came across this. Now, I don't normally click on advertisments, but this one was ambiguous enough that it pulled me in. the funny thing is that people like me are the ones who have seen this the most.

The Least Likely

Give Up

So, I've officially entered the realm of Post-Secondary Procrastination. I have had a quiz for my communications class availible for a week and a half. It's due today. I did it last night. I'm going to try to do next week's quiz tonight after I get home from swimming. I'm also hoping I can manage to actually read the six page (thick and chunky) chapter for this week's class on the bus ride up to school. The upsdie is that I think I got all the question on the quiz right. well, I know I got them right (the answers are right in front of you) it's wether or not I got the form right. Part of the problem is that the notation style that I was using requires you to indent every line after the first. Well, Word will do just about everything but that. Fortunately my professor hates doing bibliographys herself, so she said tehy were going to be a little more forgiving with this assignment, if the form isn't absolutely dead on. It would be dead on if I could get Word to cooperate.

Other than that, The Postal Service has been finding its way into my aural universe lately.

Grrrrrrrr

Blogger has been giving me a lot of problems over the past few days resulting in a large number of duplicate posts, or posts being lost entirely. Grrrrrrrr.

In other news I found a really cool hat at Value Village the other day. It's a police style cap with the sort of octagonal shape and the short bill. It ran me in the neighborhood of $1.99. A fair deal, I'd say.

Peeling off the Scabs

The Entire world situation right now has me sick of life in general.

All the above words are linked to something. I jsut grabbed a rnadom hodgepodge of events that have come to mind. Some of the sites I support and are present because I feel sad that they should exist, others are simple excercises in the futility of trying to communicate responsibility to a people who couldn't care less. Frankly, I think the system should be more concerned with getitng more people to vote than tryign to awing voters. I also think that slur campaigns should stop, as they basically say "I'm not a good choice, I'm just the better choice." I'm tired of hearing about the war and the election. I'm tired of everyone on the face of the planet trying to swing my opinion out to the poles. I look at it this way right now: the Bush administration won't get out of this mess, and the Kerry administration can't. I want someone to stand up at some open debate, ask about the war, and get the answer "Do you want the oil or not?"