Thursday, May 29, 2008

Moving On Up...To The West Side


This weekend involves easing up the pressure on the fun pedal a bit, as I'm moving out of my apartment, and into a house.

There's a significant portion of my feelings that are slightly hurt due to this decision, but most of my feelings are on board, saying things like, "Yes! Good show!", "I heard there will be two fridges! Excellent!", and "What's this phenomena known as 'air conditioning', and what does it do? Does it make the air more awesome?" This was a decision that wasn't made lightly, but then, I hardly make any decisions heavily. There are a number of reasons for the move, some of which I don't need to go into here. Alright, the rent is lower. Satisfied? I work for a non-profit organization that isn't crooked. I'm not exactly buying any rocket cars or solid gold shoes any time soon.

I've been reflecting quite a bit on the past year, and what living alone in my own apartment meant to me (the ability to walk around in minimal clothing, basically). Last year, I wrote a post on how incredibly super great it was to live on my own, and now, I have a few things to look forward to while living in the new house. In no particular order, here they are:

- Roommates. Yes, I remarked last year that I liked not having roommates, because I didn't want to be subjected to inane conversations about things nobody cares about. However, after a year on my own, I've had inane conversations about things nobody cares about with myself. Recently, I talked to myself about why I hate it when little bits of lint get caught in the toe-end of my socks. Roommates will save me from kicking my own ass.

- Air-conditioning. Last summer, I almost died from heat exhaustion in my own home, and stripping down to nothing almost every day helped very little. I can't wait to avoid the "window-temperature conundrum", wherein you can have the windows open, and let the heat in, or close the windows and let the heat dwell. Even with an almost never-ending supply of popsicles, I pretty much lived in Sweat City for months. And adding a ceiling fan in late September? Great timing, genius.

- Community beer, backyard deck and fire pit. This summer is going to be just like a beer commercial, with plenty of beer on ice, scantily-clad hotties engaging in summer activities (like hottie frisbee, hottie picnic table dancing, and hottie walking around), and everyone having the best day of their lives. Seriously, it's going to be killer, and we're having open auditions for the hotties starting on Monday. Don't be afraid girls, I have a free "Snow Jam" visor for all that attend.

- Living a block away from Kevin Lowe. If any readers hear about Kevin getting daily trade requests and operational tips in his mail, that might be me. And the ones signed in blood, with temporary Oilers tattoos on the envelopes? Yeah, that was definitely me.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Back To The Usual Routine: Having A Mind-Asplosion

Last week, I was in Jasper for a staff retreat, which was only memorable for the sheer number of animal statues that were ridden, and then I was in Las Vegas for a wedding, the ceremony of which I actually missed. Were good times had? You betcha. Quite frankly, I'm a little depressed to be back in town, although this rain is a bit beautiful, considering the 40+ degrees I experience in Sin City. However, my depression will not quell the onset of my usual metaphorical "brain aneurysms" that I have when I read certain articles of incredible wonder.

I've just read a news article that put my pop-culture, film nerd mind beyond the stratosphere, into the damn mesosphere. Included in the article are things that I thoroughly enjoy: an actor, a film series and a certain time period.

For your reading enjoyment: The Article.

Are. You. Fucking. Kidding. Me?!

Christian Bale. Signed on for the next THREE Terminator films? I've had fanboy mindgasms before, but this one is unconscionable. And to think that I've just come down from my excitement cloud having known that Bale is in Terminator 4. After reading the headline, I pretty much started having renewed crazy hallucinations and visions, not unlike William Hurt's character in Altered States. But I had good ones - we're talking evolutionary progression, here. Not only does one of my favourite actors (and let's be honest, one of the best actors working today) have a starring role in the next film of one of my favourite sci-fi franchises, but he signed on for THREE films? I can't believe that this is happening.

Granted, I have my reservations regarding the direction of the fourth film, due to McG's involvement. This guy directed Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle. Fuck. However, with Mr. Bale taking the lead, and the future time period being the battlezone, I can only have good thoughts regarding the quality of the final product. And for the films to follow, as well. Many, many kudos to The Halcyon Company for their prowess on the negotiating table (and securing the rights to Philip K. Dick's works as well - great work!).

Christian Bale. Three Terminator films. My birthday and Christmas have just merged into one gigantic orgiastic present getting-fest.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Happy Mom's Day, Mom!


Hey Mom, I hope you're having a great day today, and I'm sorry for once again showing up hungover. That's eight years in a row, I know. I can't help it, though. It just that the day before your special day is always nice out, and there's always something going on. I know you didn't pick your day to be a Sunday, but that's not my fault either. I got you some flowers! I hope that you like them. I had to ask this really cute girl at the greenhouse "what kinds of flowers do moms like?", and she probably thought I was retarded. No matter, she's probably a psycho anyways.

I love you Mom, and even though I reek of beer, I'm sure you can smell the love emanating from my pores.

Happy Mother's Day everyone!