First Latvia ties the US, and now the Swiss have tied the Czechs. Maybe I should be worried about today’s Canada-Germany game…
Author: Dan Dickinson
Good for patriotic dan. Bad for competitive Dan.
I just saw a clip of Dominik Hasek getting injured in his opening round game against Germany. This is good news for Canada (and every other team in the Olympics). This is bad news for my hockey pool.
Now if I could just get Salma to star in a movie with Parminder Nagra…
Salma Hayek & Penelope Cruz a couple? I’m sure it’s just a publicity stunt to draw attention to their new movie, but…manoman. Happy Valentine’s Day to me.
The way to a man's heart is through his face, neck and chest.
Holy crap…so, here’s hoping the gentleman’s ok, but if the worst should happen…could Cheney be charged with manslaughter? I mean, I suspect that at the first sign of indictment he’d just crawl back into the Blue Lagoon, but still, it’s an interesting situation.
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C’mon already, wouldja?.
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I’m very full of chocolate-and-champagne-soaked pears.
Gender dysphoria, new-house euphoria and iambic pentameter
Stupid Blogger…I tried to post this Saturday but it didn’t work, so it’s been sitting in a tmp file on my desktop for three days. Also: stupid me for forgetting about it.
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We finally got to see Transamerica (imdb | rotten tomatoes) last night, which was a must-see before the Oscars given what we’d heard about Felicity Huffman’s performance. She lived up to the billing too; it must’ve taken an incredible effort to walk, move, act and react like a man who was trying desperately to become a woman. And for a woman to be confident enough in herself to take a role that requires you to play a man trying to look like a woman…that must be on the rare side in Hollywood. Good for her. If she doesn’t win the Oscar, something is seriously wrong with the academy.
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CBGB moved into their new house today; we went over and had dinner with them. Couple of drinks too, to wind down the day and help GB forget about painting. We got Vietnamese from a nearby place called Mi Mi, which was pretty damn good…pork, shrimp & chicken, beef and chicken, some with rice, some with vermicelli. There were some spring rolls and sugar cane wrapped with shrimp and some other big salad roll-y things. Anyway, it was all good, especially when mixed with a Hacker Pschorr weiss bier.
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Yay, Jen Heil. Boo, Atlanta Thrashers.
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It’s funny how, despite studying Shakespeare throughout high school, it’s only recently that I’ve caught on to what iambic pentameter is.
15/70 = 21.4%
I despise Plaxo. It was a bad idea when it was called Infotriever, and it’s still a bad idea.
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The difference between chocolate with 70% cocoa and chocolate with 85% cocoa is substantial. And not just math-wise. 85% tastes…powdery. 70% tastes smooth. Ladies and gentlemen, I think I’ve found the sweet spot. So to speak.
Hunting is for pussies
OK…I’ve managed to hold off on making fun of Cheney for the whole shooting thing…the White House delay in reporting it, the blame-throwing, and the, you know, shooting of an old man in the face. But the part that really gets me is this ranch they were hunting on: you drive up to a spot where a bunch of birds — who’ve been raised in pens and had their wings clipped — are placed, you get out of the car and you shoot them. How fucking sporting. Just when you thought Cheney couldn’t be any more of a shit, he goes and one-ups you.
[UPDATE] By the way, The Daily Show was a tour de force last night. Crooks & Liars has the video.
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Oh, by the way…
Dude, I would *never* use a red lightsaber.
Apparently this is how my brother sees me. In South Park terms, anyway.
He’s done drawings of a few of his friends as well, but the funniest one is our other brother. I howled when I saw it. Killer.
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Inside Deep Throat (imdb | rotten tomatoes) was an interesting documentary. I’ve not seen the titular film, but apparently I’m the only one…it’s the most profitable film ever made. It never gets tiresome to watch a small segment of society throw a complete spaz about some Valhalla of decadence that’s sure to bring society crashing down around our ears, only to see it become completely mainstream a decade later. See suffrage, abolition, inter-racial dating, same-sex marriage, women showing their ankles in public, Elvis’s hips, etc., etc.
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I hate figure skating. It’s boring, the scoring system is incomprehensible and corrupt, it just looks fucking goofy. So when I came home from work today and flicked on CBC’s Olympic coverage, I was annoyed that I had to wait out the last few minutes of the “pairs long program” or some such. But I saw something that blew me away…a Chinese skater, who can’t weigh more than 90 pounds, fell so hard after being thrown that she landed in a splits position (hello, groin pull), smashed her knee into the ice and rammed into the boards. Everyone thought for sure they were done, but she actually managed to fight through it and complete the program. She managed to do some more jumps and throws and stuff, and lo and behold they win the silver medal. Pretty frickin’ tough for someone who weighs about as much as my leg and competes in a sequined skirt.
You hold the Wookiee to my heart
In which I lay out some quirks
It’s the time of year when everyone (in Canada, anyway) talks about heading south for a vacation, going to Florida or Mexico or Cuba or Jamaica or wherever. I never got this. Our family didn’t take vacations to tropical places — partly because our vacations rarely strayed outside the province, and partly because all five of us burn like dry paper — but I never felt robbed by this. I simply don’t get the appeal of going to a foreign country just to lie on a beach like driftwood. Or, worse yet, dance to endless Bob Marley songs as part of some ungodly resort activities agenda. My one trip to the Caribbean — to Barbados for a friend’s wedding — was quite enough, and would’ve been unbearable except for the fact that more than a dozen friends and family came along for the trip. Our friend also took the time to arrange some off-resort activities for us and held the wedding at another location, otherwise I’d have gone stir-crazy. Had it not been her wedding I would never have gone on such a vacation; now that I’ve done so, I’ve no desire to ever go on another.
I am, however, very much looking forward to this fall’s trip through the Rockies. I’d love to visit Switzerland, Germany, France, northern Italy, more of Austria, more of Scotland, Dubrovnik, Ireland, Australia, New Zealand, San Francisco, the interior of BC…and on and on. Granted, there’s nothing terribly exotic on that list, but I’m still fairly new to world travel, so I’m building up to it.
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At any given time there’s only a few days worth of food in our kitchen. Living where we live, right in the middle of the city with access to several grocery stores and specialty food shops, we can basically keep a minimum of food on hand and just pick up what we want on the day when we think we’ll need it. We live JIT, I guess. I’m never sure if we’re not grown up enough to have a full kitchen, or if we’re just tremendously efficient. 🙂
It’s a pretty big shift from how I grew up, where we’d buy a truckload of groceries every couple of weeks because we lived about 35 km from a decent grocery store.
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