Category: Sports

The place is dead anyway

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Since Nellie’s sick, we’ve been laying low this weekend, which means we’ve watched lots of movies & recorded TV. Actually, because of her faux-OCD, Nellie’s holed up on the couch right now with the kleenex, her laptop and some downloaded Veronica Mars. But we’ve also watched:

  • XX/XY (imdb | rotten tomatoes) was something we’d never heard of, but IFC has been advertising it like mad. We both like Mark Ruffalo, so I recorded it. It wasn’t bad; a little whiny and self-interested maybe, but I’ve seen worse. I had to laugh at the tagline though: “There’s no room for honesty in a healthy relationship.”
  • Power & Terror: Noam Chomsky In Our Times (imdb | rotten tomatoes) was a Japanese documentary that just featured a couple of lectures and interviews with Chomsky shortly after the 9/11 attacks. It was interesting to hear his take on things when feelings were still so raw…he asked for perspective (“The best way to stop the practice of terrorism around the world is to stop participating in it…”) but also contradicted those proclaiming imminent doom by saying that, all in all, the world is a much better place than it was even 50 years ago, and *far* better than it was two centuries ago.
  • But I’m A Cheerleader (imdb | rotten tomatoes) started off as a pretty smart and biting satire about sexual mores, religion and politics, but ended up degenerating into a plain old girl-meets-girl love story. Meh.

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I don’t get companies who treat their email address like a fax line. It’s not something you just check once a week, people. It’s a personal communication channel. You know, like a tel-e-phone? Catch up.

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CBGB called us tonight from the pub around the corner and asked us to join. Since we hadn’t gotten off our asses all day, and since Nellie was feeling better, we did. They’d just left a chocolate-making class we gave CB for her birthday, and had loads of their own handiwork with them. We had chocolate-covered strawberries and truffles over pints of beer and nachos. Somehow it came up that they’d never seen Swingers (money, baby!) so we came back here to watch it. Then CB spilled tea on herself and we made her watch Family Business, which scandalized her. So not a good night for her.

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And now: the NBA all-star skills competition. God bless the PVR.

Am I even awake?

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Have I missed something? Who the hell is Neil Entwistle?

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Canada loses 2-0 to Switzerland in men’s hockey. In other news, wood does NOT float.

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If you’ve been watching CBC’s Olympic coverage at all, you’ve seen the ads for Yoplait Creamy yogurt. And you know that they are probably the most irritating commercials ever devised and set loose upon the world of man. Worse than the talking beavers. Worse than the McCain’s oeuvre. Worse than the horribly dubbed shampoo and deodorant commercials. Worse than Bad Boy. OK, maybe not, but…seriously. I’m thinking about PVR’ing the entire day so that I can skip the commercials and spare myself the pain.

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Any now the guy who Cheney shot is apologizing to Cheney. It’s like I’m trapped in a nightmare of retarded news, commercials and hockey scores. He’p me.

Gender dysphoria, new-house euphoria and iambic pentameter

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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.

Dude, I would *never* use a red lightsaber.

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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.

In which I discuss the religions of football, basketball, Islam and Seinfeld

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The Superbowl happened. Yawn. The Superbowl ads were on. More yawning. Not that I’m a big football fan anyway, but I used to watch the Superbowl. Now it’s just too…staged. It’s no longer a sporting event; it’s a circus with a football game attached.

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I tried watching the first few episodes of Curb Your Enthusiasm on DVD, but I just couldn’t get into it. It’s like watching an episode of Seinfeld with all the Jerry, Elaine and Kramer bits cut out. Same character, same neuroses, same whining. I couldn’t even finish the disc. Just sent it back. I’d probably have preferred to watch the Superbowl…

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I really, seriously hope that this is a joke. Or just a wildly overstated artist’s impression. I’ll be living a few blocks from the intended landing zone of this alien monstrosity, so I don’t relish the idea of getting a neon sunburn after every northerly neighbourhood stroll.

BlogTO: equally freaked.

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A few months ago I read that CBS would be broadcasting all the March Madness games online for free. Yesterday pc sent me the URL. God help worker productivity around the continent.

I think I’ll miss Selection Sunday as we’ll be on our way to (or wandering around) New York, but the papers the next day should be filled with coverage. I remember flying into Kansas City a few years ago on Selection Sunday; the next morning USA Today (not my choice; it’s what was outside my hotel room door) had a special March Madness section. I was in heaven. Actually, I was in Kansas City, but the pullout made it bearable.

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Ah, Canadian politics. You can cut the hypocrisy with a knife.

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Gmail is adding some cool new stuff. My GoogleTalk sessions are stored in the gmail history, and now they plan to embed GoogleTalk directly within Gmail itself.

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There’s certainly no shortage of news about the Danish cartoons, but I found this article in The Guardian very interesting.

Muslim protesters infuriated by cartoons depicting the prophet Muhammad raised the diplomatic stakes last night as Iran’s best-selling newspaper announced it would retaliate by running images satirising the Holocaust.

I think this is an excellent idea. Here’s why: it uses reason rather than violence to make a point. Granted, it may be an intended as an exercise in petty revenge rather than a thought-out appeal for empathy, but let’s give everyone the benefit of the doubt and assume it’s the latter. Of course, on seeing such a cartoon in the Hamshari daily, any reasonable person would say, “That’s absurd, of course the holocaust happened, there’s loads of evidential proof, the Jews of Europe didn’t just up and move to Uruguay, etc., etc.” Said reasonable person would then wonder to themselves how any newspaper could publish something so offensive to so many people. And, of course, it would then dawn on this reasonable person that they’ve just described the very situation that Muslims found themselves in when they saw offensive caricatures of one of their holy figures, and the reasonable person would admit their own hypocrisy and shortcomings and realize the error of the Danish cartoonist.

This assumes, of course, that everyone is reasonable. 🙂 But unreasonable folks certainly aren’t going to respond well to the torching of embassies and placards about killing either, so why not try to change minds with reason and intelligence rather than armed mobs? The only thing this violence has achieved is to give some people (who don’t like Islam much to begin with) an excuse to point fingers and call names…like these fine folks who Antonia Zerbisias calls out.

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OK, back to work.

Walnut

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We just got back from Noce — the last of our Winterlicious excursions — with T-Bone (as usual) and RC. It was really good, especially the starter (salad with walnuts, pear and cheese), dessert (three kinds of mousse) and wine (some kind of kickass pinot noir). The main — venison — was ok, but nothing special. The service was great, and my wife & RC claimed the gnocchi was pretty rockin’ too, so I’d like to go back on a non-licious night.

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After sucking large for the last couple of weeks, the Canadiens have won two shutouts in a row. I watched the game this afternoon against Philadelphia, and they completely dominated the Flyers. Hard to believe, after some of the games I saw them play even a week ago.