Just shoot me already
Posted on January 21st, 2011 – 3 CommentsThey’re at it again!
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A sweet gig
Posted on March 23rd, 2010 – 8 CommentsCold, rainy March. Ugh. Forget that. Yesterday I decided to get some coding done instead.
I got so wrapped up in it I completely forgot to write a post. That’ll happen, I’m afraid. Flash is a demanding mistress. So that’s what I did yesterday. All day. That flippy TwitPic image thingamahooie you see above is my post for Monday. If you’re reading this after March 23rd, or you’re not on the front page, that probably doesn’t make much sense. (Maybe if you visited more often :( )
Good day for indoor stuff anyhow. And today’s much the same. But you know what? I’m absolutely certain that spring officially started today, regardless of what any calendar says: they’re shooting something again.
Hmm. The notice looks strikingly familiar. The three-ring holes, the bright colour. The “we’re taking over your street”.
To be honest, I honestly don’t believe I’ve seen anything they’ve shot here. Doesn’t sound like the kind of stuff I’d watch anyway. “Lost Girl”, lost me at “Lost”.
However, I did get to watch the crew work. Seems like a pretty sweet gig. They begin by standing around, drinking coffee, and shooting the shit:
This goes on for some time. Okay, it’s still early (no idea why I was up), so that’s necessary.
The land of milk and maple syrup
Posted on November 12th, 2009 – 10 CommentsAnother movie shoot? I gotta be honest with you, I don’t get out of bed for anything less than a feature-length film these days. Made-for-TV is, frankly, below me. And Winona Ryder? Didn’t she steal something? *phft* No thanks.
I have my standards. It’s the finicky Canadian in me. Or maybe the obstinate Czech. If the Canadian government had higher standards, maybe they’d keep the likes of Winona Ryder out of Canada. They came out with a new guide for immigrants today, but I don’t see how it protects anyone from anything.
Here are the things I took away from this:
“Serving on a jury is a privilege”
I’m not sure that needs any comment.
“In the visual arts, Canada is historically perhaps best known for the Group of Seven…”
If that’s true then we really need to do something. Now!
“In our federal state, the federal government takes responsibility for…”
Whoa there! Who said anything about taking responsibility? The government takes no stand on this issue.
June 24 – Fête Nationale (Quebec)
Once again Quebecers get a perk that the rest of Canada doesn’t. On my tax money, no doubt!
“Saskatchewan, once known as the ‘breadbasket of the world’ and the ‘wheat province’…”
Yeah, Saskatchewan used to be something. What kind of message is that?
“’Whereas Canada is founded upon principles that recognize the supremacy of God and the rule of law.’ This phrase underlines the importance of religious traditions to Canadian society and the dignity and worth of the human person.”
Ooh, Zeus and the gang are not gonna be pleased about this one.
I think the problem with government publications is that they white-wash everything. The (we can safely assume) exorbitant budget probably had earmarked a proofreader for every individual sentence. Two for the God parts. What that guarantees is that, having used this booklet as preparation for citizenship, newcomers are not in any way prepared for the reality of Canadian life. This isn’t the land of milk and maple syrup they thought it was. Well, kind of. Good organic milk too. But it’s more expensive than they thought it was.
War on Trash: Day 22 (the real Monday)
Posted on July 13th, 2009 – 4 CommentsVery recently, an alarming number of comments on this ongoing journal have suggested that my reporting may not be as balanced as I’d like it to be. Both comments were in regards to the more upbeat, colourful photos I’ve been accompanying my posts with. In hindsight, I suppose that these may be somewhat misleading. Kinda like this:
This could easily be mistaken as the final portrait of a vanquished foe. But it is, in fact, simply good timing. The canister was still smouldering when this shot was taken and the strikers were probably just on break (big surprise!). Okay, well, it was Sunday afternoon. But still — they’re the bad guys!
I sincerely hope I didn’t lead anyone down the wrong path. The War is still raging. Maybe it’s just that it’s become normal for us who live in it; run-of-the-mill; almost mundane. The stalwart tin soldiers along the sides of streets are all packed to capacity, but the sight has become so commonplace that it doesn’t seem worthwhile to mention anymore.
Not when there are more urgent, immediate needs in the rest of the city. Many shop attendants (at least the ones I’ve talked to), are reporting a severe shortage of sticky fly paper strips. A number stared at me as though they had no idea what I was talking about, like they didn’t understand English. That was probably the case. But no sticky paper for me and I could really use some.
Luckily the War is taking place in the middle of a (thus far) very pleasant summer, and all those fruit flies can go straight to hell as far as I’m concerned. There’s plenty to see and do outside while their minuscule corpses carpet my carpet:
Since I moved here just over a year ago, this popular film location (the house a few doors down), has hosted at least four major productions; the kind that close the street and have edgy, over-caffeinated set managers walking around wringing their bony hands making sure no one walks into their open shoot. Or maybe they’re really just praying for good lighting. Maybe death.
But no umbrella in the face! Just handsome cops with glowing complexions and a boom mic guy who will never be out of a job. Any man with the natural ability to scrub elephant anus will not be unemployed if he doesn’t want to be, that’s just facts:
I wasn’t able to find a single relevant mention for the movie “Copper” so this is either a super hush-hush film (in which case I’m committing treason right now), or it’s going direct to DVD.
Well, it’s been another terrifically real Monday but we got through it. Some, like the gentleman who with a partially severed foot was dragged for five clicks (about three miles) by a train, had it more real than others. “Ouch!”, indeed, Sergeant Tim Burrows.
I feel it’s only right to ask…
Have Mondays ever assaulted you or touched you in inappropriate ways?
- Every week. I think Mondays should be illegal. (21%)
- Does "inappropriate" mean my wee-wee? Because if so, then yes. (17%)
- The entire week should be lined up against the wall and shot. Viva la revolucion! (14%)
- Umm, you do know that by allowing multiple answers the results will be meaningless, right? (12%)
- Not really. I enjoy Mondays because I work for myself. (10%)
- Mondays are days. They can't hurt you! That's silly! You're silly! (10%)
- Not really. I enjoy Mondays because I'm clinically and dangerously psychotic. (7%)
- Mondays are neither here nor there. Now Wednesdays...those ya gotta watch out for. (7%)
- What does that even mean?! None of this even makes sense!! (2%)
Most readers say: Every week. I think Mondays should be illegal.
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