Friday, May 27, 2005

hahahahahahahahaha

posted by Steven 3:33 PM  0 comments

In my life I've only ever had to go to the hospital twice. The first time was when I was very young, and my parents tell me it was quite embarrassing. The second time was last night. It was hardly a life-threatening thing, in fact it's pretty freaking stupid. But yah here's my story.

I was taking a shower, and when I was scrubbing my forehead and nose with a washcloth, my hand slipped, and the washcloth decided to scrape directly against my open (or forced open) eye. Lemme tell you - scraping soap against your eye HURTS SO MUCH. Dear god I haven't felt a pain that bad in a long, long time, if ever. Anyway, long story short-ish, I have probably scratched my cornea and god all mighty does it ever feel bizarre. So I went to the hospital last night because the feeling wouldn't go away.

We waited one hour before we even TALKED to a nurse to tell them what was wrong. Was freaking ridiculous. Even more ridiculous was the number of children in the hospital. Parents are super paranoid. I am hoping I am not the same if I ever have kids. One child was in there because her mother thought she had a fever. Turns out her temperature was 37.7 celcius. A normal temperature is 38. That is pretty paranoid if you ask me - although granted I would obviously not want anything to happen to any child, so being a worrywort is warranted. Anyway, I finally talked to a nurse - three hour wait - and it was 10pm. F that!

Soooo by that time my eye actually felt almost back to normal. So we went home and I went to bed, hoping today would be different. I thought at first it was, but now I am not thinking so. Soooo back I go to either a doctor or the hospital again.

The moral of the story? Don't be a dumbass. Don't suddenly decide that the white of your eyes need polishing with a nice big painful washcloth and soap.

posted by Not Indie Enough 6:38 AM  0 comments

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

So I have two reviews to make today. One of the last installment of Star Wars, and one of the last episodes of 24.

So Star Wars. Puuuuuurddddy. And dark, so wonderfully dark and NOT a film pandering to children. I got a couple complaints. Uhm...for one...did anyone else find that Anakin just kinda switched over the dark side without much of a fight when Windu died? Really, he just seemed to just kind of all of a sudden switch. It wasn't very convincing in my mind. And my second complaint....welll....let me just quote the movie "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO." That right there was possibly the worst script writing in cinematic history.

But otherwise it was a very enjoyable movie, definitely a good way to finish off the series.

As for 24...JACK DIED!!!! ahahahahahahahahahahaha. Oh my. Every week with the teasing Brad and saying "Holy shit Jack died!" And then in the final episode he actually did. Albeit just for a few seconds or minutes. But he WAS actually dead! It was a great great great two hours. Although I still protest to Jack talking about the perimeter in this episode as impossible to get through. Marwan got through it like six times. A fucking herd of flaming elephants with fireworks shooting out their ears could get through CTU's perimeter. But yah, awesome fucking series. I can see why everyone else is hooked now. And I gotta say...they could have REALLY made the ending corny with Jack walking away...but they did it VERY well. I was super impressed. Cudos to Jon Cassar for that!

My prediction for next season is this: Jack escapes to Canada, becomes a member of the Canadian Counter Terrorist Unit - or CCTU - and prevents a rabid beaver from attacking Paul Martin!!!!! Oooo the drama.

Anyway there you have it. Lots of awesome freaking TV and movies this weekend. I also bought Anchorman and Old School, both widescreen...for 21.99. They were selling Anchorman by itself for 26.99. How does that work? Oh yah, and unrated Anchorman....is...fucking...AMAZING.

posted by Not Indie Enough 4:45 PM  0 comments

Monday, May 23, 2005

For once May 2-4 felt like May 2-4. Brad and Jenn took me on a roadtrip in and around Bruce County. I finally got to see Brad's old area and the legend that is Rob's Sports Bar. From all the stories it sounded like the biggest hole in the ground and a place avoid. It wasn't bad at all and was a nice place to wash down pitchers of delicious beer.

I think it was Saturday that we proceeded to head to a random cottage at Sauble Beach. Sauble Beach had a campfire with about 20 people huddled around, drinking, yelling, and singing very wholesome songs. I think it was some sort of high school reunion among the majority of the people there. They were very nice and welcoming. Five minutes in the crowd and I'm already taking pictures with a girl named Ashley.

Had a kickass breakfast courtesy of Mr. and Mrs.Cale. Thank you for your hospitality and a wicked weekend. I hope you don't mind, but I've already invited myself over once the new house is finished.

posted by Steven 7:00 PM  0 comments

Does anyone remember when we said we'd have a new design for House 77? I do. Seems like it happened just two or three weeks ago...oh wait. It DID happen two or three weeks ago. Where the fuck is it???

*coughbradhurryfuckingupcoughandhendrixnaghimtocough*

posted by Not Indie Enough 2:20 PM  0 comments

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

First time around, I didn't hear about the show because I worked the night shift at shitty Guardian Fibreglass. The second time I missed the show because the tickets sold out and I was stupid and didnt try to buy them when I had the chance. The third time, the show was so sudden that I didnt hear about it again. This time, the fourth, Coldplay have scheduled a fucking show when I am not in the god damned country.

I am ridiculously tempted to illegally download their album and NOT buy the thing because of how fucking frustrating and furious I am. I have loved their music ever since I first heard them on the radio, and every time I want to see them I get totally fucking jacked. I'm sick of it.

...otherwise...does anyone want to see them in fucking Detroit with me August 30th?

posted by Not Indie Enough 7:24 PM  0 comments

So I have the Finch "Say Hello to Sunshine" album sampler. Which means I dont have the entire thing but some of the songs. Seems interesting. I definitely here a cohesive sound for the album. And the music is easily recognizable as Finch. The overall tone is much different from What it is to Burn, more anxious and nervous. And it seems much less happy. Not that I would really consider Finch to be a "happy" band but their last album had sort of an uplifting sound whereas this one seems more about uncertainty. But I enjoy it! I will for sure be looking to get the full album when it's out.

posted by Not Indie Enough 7:01 PM  0 comments

It is about 11am on May 18th 2005. At this moment I am bored and debating whether it is a good or bad thing.

Yesterday, went uptown and downtown to deal passports, checkups, and CDs. Found an older Propellerheads album and got it under the subconscious recommendation of Brad. He let me listen to it long time ago and I liked it. Its the one with Spybreak on it. On my way there I ran into an old neighbor/family friend who got pulled on stage at that Arcade Fire show. I'm pretty sure he's the tallest Filipino in the world. I'm like five years older than the guy and it strains my neck to talk to him. I wish I drank more milk as a kid. On the way home I ran into an old high school classmate who got pretty cute the last four years. She had a business dress on and an attache under her arm, I wore my favourite black hoodie and carried my discman. We caught up as much as we could until a traffic light told us to end the conversation and part ways.

I heard it on the grapevine: Tuesdays is $2 pints at BP. My Tuesdays are set. Eat fried chicken, wash it down with a cold beer, then watch some cheap movies.

I got upload anxiety. Brad, send that info when u got time man.

posted by Steven 10:08 AM  0 comments

Sunday, May 15, 2005

So in order to get into the flight college at Brampton Flying Club, a one hour introductory flight must take place first. This is so an instructor can judge whether a person is adequately prepared or capable of flying a plane and continuing with lessons.

Today I took that flight. Was the first time I'd been up in a Cessna in around seven or eight years. After about two minutes and the initial climb he gave me aileron and elevator control (no rudder, that is a bit more complicated to get used to) and let me at it. Anyway I'll spare you the exhilirating details - suffice it to say that I had the time of my life and now can remember why I wanted to become a pilot to begin with.

Also - I landed a plane. I can't believe it, but I landed a plane. He again had complete control of the rudder, and the throttle. Buttttt I landed a plane. Not on my first go though, haha. We did three touch-and-go's. I came in too fast on the first attempt, we bounced once and then we were down, but he took control and went around again and showed me how to do it better. The third time in I did a much better job though I was definitely jumpy.

It's a new sensation to have to control a third dimension, and as strange as it sounds, it was much more difficult for me to grasp going down than going up. Anyway, after my successful attempt we went around again and he did a crosswind landing - and managed to cause quite the traffic ruckous. A crosswing landing is where a plane lands on the runway that doesn't have the approximate heading of the prevailing wind - in other words, across the path of the wind - a plane normally lands into the wind to get the most lift. One plane was on final for landing and had to go around because it wasn't safe for him to land with us on the perpendicular runway. The instructor's exact words were "Let's have some fun" before he caused that interesting predicament. It was quite entertaining!

Anyway, the reason I wanted to become a pilot is clear again and now I am more than determined to make it my life.

posted by Not Indie Enough 4:30 PM  0 comments

Saturday, May 14, 2005

The Mars Volta = Good. Great even. Ammaaaaazing.

I am toooo tired to come up with details. Haunt of the Roulette Dares=good. Cicatriz=good. Erikitiatatararakkrarirairrrarakkrakrakrakr=good.

"It's like orchestrated insanity."
- Hendrix

Guitarist, Vocalist...ALL OF THEM....ridiculous musicians. I'd put this among the top five shows I've ever seen. Possibly top three, next to Broken Social Scene and Sam Roberts. But yah. LONGEST SET EVER. And no opener. And no encore. Very, very cool. Even more cool was the like half hour long intro and like forty minute long outro...or however long they were. Time had very little meaning.

Imma go crash my car now on the drive home! Have a good one all!

posted by Not Indie Enough 12:34 AM  0 comments

Friday, May 13, 2005

That xbox revealed show was a giant tease man. I'm sure that was it's main purpose, but besides showing the box's new curves and some fancy screens, it didn't show anything that blew my mind. The Perfect Dark preview was cool, but it didn't tickle my fancy. I have no doubt the 360 will be sick, but wtf did the half-video, half-performance of the Killers have to do with it? Show me exactly what the new box can do and don't bother wrapping it in a pseudo award show shell. Give me frame rates and polygon counts, fuck Lil Jon. With or without Elijah Wood, Microsoft would have had my attention.

The show might've been crap, but Microsoft and MTV are marketing geniuses. Even if I didn't fall for the show's hype, my curiousity and anticipation serve the same purpose.

I'll take 2 Internet's please.

posted by Steven 1:11 AM  0 comments

Wednesday, May 11, 2005

Just a reminder to graduating UTM kids. Sign up for convocation tickets starts today. Check out the convocation page for details and deadlines.

posted by Steven 1:04 PM  0 comments

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

Well, this is just...insane. I got 80% in VCC390. That means I got 80%, 81%, 84%, 85%, and 85%. That is straight As. Holy crap. That just boggles my mind. I've never recieved marks like that before, and to do so in my final year of university makes that particularly special. I feel as though I am pretty much finally done now, and with those marks it means I have completed my Visual Communication and Culture specialist, which means I have completed my degree.

Annoyingly, my final GPA is (I think) 3.19. Which means I am 0.01 away from graduating with distinction. What a shame. I entirely blame PSY100 for that. Without that stupid, stupid course, my GPA would be 3.3. *sigh* Oh well, next time (PSH!) But yah, I am totally happy with that.

posted by Not Indie Enough 6:13 PM  0 comments

Monday, May 09, 2005

The cottage was a lot of fun indeed. It was a bunch of CCIT kids having a blast under the best weather of the year. It went from absurd to chill on the second night. That was the first time I witnessed Al's crazy driving. It didn't help that we egged on his racing and swerving. Thanks to Steffen and Mike for arranging it. Peter has some pics up on his moblog.

Today's agenda revolves around finishing up old tasks, calling UTM, send profs emails, and some grocery shopping after the rain passes. Gotta clean the house again. I think its time to remove the red lights in the hallways. I rather not give the impression that we're running a brothel to the neighbors. I wouldn't want to confuse the previous perceptions of crackhouse.

posted by Steven 10:07 PM  0 comments

Sunday, May 08, 2005

RAGING ALCOHOLIC BOY DRUNK REPORT:
haha, I don't even know where to begin with the cottage. I drank roughly the equivalent of a twelve pack in the space of around an hour and a half. Paid for it DEARLY that night. And the next afternoon I wasn't even up to standing operations (that is - the ability to stand) until around 4 or 5pm. But let me tell you folks - Strongbow still has a place in my heart. It always will. It treats me just fine going down. Coming back up...not so much...but going down...mmm mmm mmm.

I think I realize, however, that with its sweet, sweet taste, needs to come the understanding that since it's so easy to drink...I need to pace myself. I think I chugged two or three 500ml cans. That is like chugging six beers in a night. Been a while since I've done that!

Anyway back to the cottage delights. I remember Kings. I remember the Ace of Spades, and the Rookie holding everyone back even though I'd already said I'd just lose that competition. I remember Faye learning poker...and mysteriously taking out like five people in his first ever game. I remember the potato cannon, and the many, MANY potatoes littering the countryside within about 100-200m of our cottage. I remember Steph genuinely, and rather naively, replying "What?" to Wayne Campbell's wonderfully clever "Asssphinctersayswhat?" on TV. I remember delicious food, heaps of meat (which I did not eat). I remember the tale of Chloe. Wow. That was uh...well it wasn't what I'd expected. A good six months of anticipation probably ruined it. I remember Faye's awful sunburn. I remember Saturday, I don't remember much of Friday. I remember Sunday's wonderful meals and the many hilarious conversations had.

All in all, I remember the bigger and better cottage weekend!
Cheers folks!

posted by Not Indie Enough 7:09 PM  0 comments

Thursday, May 05, 2005

Unless they give me free shipping for life, I am never using Purolator again. In fact, I'd like to formally state that Purolator can fucking eat me. They could send me a fucking harem and I'd never forgive them.

On Tuesday they delivered my iPod charger but we werent answering (even though we were home...the doorbell wasnt working...fucking use the knocker asshole...). So they left a note saying to pick it up within five days. I left today at 5:19pm to do so. Took me a half hour through bad traffic. I arrived, gave them the note, and they tell me it was delivered at 5:23pm. So there you go, it took me over forty minutes to get home through bad traffic. I spent over an hour for absolutely no reason whatsoever.

I filed a formal complaint. But what I'd rather do is throw a brick at the head of whoever fucked up. Maybe a propane tank. A full one. A full 420lb propane tank (yah, they come that big)

posted by Not Indie Enough 6:35 PM  0 comments

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

me·te·or·ol·o·gist

n.
1. One who studies meteorology (but slacks off a lot)
2. One who reports and forecasts weather conditions (with as much accuracy as a blind, dead, and dumb man successfully hitting a passing airliner with a peice of burnt toast)
3. As in - has as much chance of getting the weather right as being hit by a meteor directly in the groin - which oddly enough is the same effect as how wrong they've been getting the weather reports lately.

Instead of 30% chance of scattered showers, this mornings report SHOULD have read - "100% chance of torrential rain, followed by brief blizzards, and finally a heavy pelting with pea-sized hail...and then snow again...and then war, famine, pestilence and death raining the apocalypse upon us. And then a slight chance of showers in the afternoon."

posted by Not Indie Enough 4:29 PM  0 comments

Breakfast, bus to utm, final cram, exam, and finally a giant sigh of relief. I did the how-well-do-I-have-to-do-on-this-exam-to-pass calculation just now. I need 33.3% on the final exam for the sexy pass. I'm personally aiming for 433% so I can get 100% in the course. I can deal with that.

You all better pray for me. You don't want another post bitching out UTM. There's just so many other things to bitch about outside of school. I haven't even started to express my beef with Paul, Brad, and Andy.

"What's beef? beef is when I see you, guaranteed to be an ICU, check it."

posted by Steven 5:55 AM  0 comments

Sunday, May 01, 2005

She likes apples! Its gonna happen!

posted by Steven 5:21 AM  1 comments