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How sweet it is. Yesterday's game was awesome too. As HCW(tm) would say, "Up yours Tucker!" Ditto.

I was up fairly late on Monday nigth as I worked t finish up some editing for HCW(tm)' application to be on the Quebecois version of Deal or No Deal, know as Le Banquier.

Her friend Isabelle came over to film their segment, the third out of a planned 6 in all. This is one of the outtakes:

To Maclean's magazine:

Hi.

Is there any reason why you devote so much space to a trial that concerns the US government and a British citizen?

Instead, you willingly contribute to the Hubris of Mr. Black by ascribing to him a relevancy to Canadians that he had neither when he was a citizen of this fair country and that he most definitely does not have now.

At best, it continues to play to the "wink, wink" old Toronto money relationships that Maclean's magazine continues to pander to, and which are but one of the reasons why I cancelled my subscription.

Kind regards.

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In hindsight, I forgot to ask them to kick that bitch Barbara Amiel in the ass!

I think I may have the found to way to deliver on one of my recent New Year's resolutions. Not sure ifit was 2007, 2006, or before. After doing a Google search on "full windsor knot", I was presentd with this site:

VideoJug: How To Tie A Tie - Full Windsor Knot

Woo Hoo! I can't wait to practice. First I need to be able to answer the question of what I am doing up at 7AM on a Saturday morning.

Got in to work at 7AM yesterday so that I could take off a little earlier (after a weirdish week). Took the newly discovered 168 bus up the hill. (What convenience! Since I somehow hurt my foot earlier in the week, and have been hobbling around ever since, this was a welcome development.) Went to the Paramount and bought my ticket for the "300".

Since moving to the hated 'burbs yea 3 years ago, my movie attendance has gone down the toilet, especially as I try to reconcile work, school, commute times, plus those of HCW(tm).

But this was one new movie I was not going to miss seeing at the theatre. For 2 reasons.

I absolutely loved Frank MIller's Sin City. Saw it at the theatre. Bought the DVD. Tossed the DVD out (or rather gave it to Guy-doune) when the Extended version came out, and then savoured that one too.

When I collected comics as youngster, I absolutely loved Frank Miller's work on Daredevil, Wolverine, Elektra, Batman and others. Both the stories, and especially the artwork. I had not read the Sin City book or the 300 series of comics for that matter either. But I knew what to expect in terms of cinematic style and visuals.

Funny, enough, I read the NY TImes review of the movie yesterday morning. The reviewer, A.O. Scott, in this case seemed to completely miss the point. He battered the movie for its over "manliness" and the violence. No that it wasn't either. But that is not the question.

The movie was a stylized, exaggerated recounting of a legendary encounter between two peoples, with larger than life characters. That was all it was supposed to be, and that was what it was. The source of the movie was a comic book, and that is what comic books offer. Escapism, and much more.

And the reviewer was criticizing the movie for doing just that. Oh well.

So I grabbed my ticket, and a coupon for a Coke and hot dog combo and made my way upstairs for avery enjoyable 2 hours of great visuals, wonderful larger than life characters demonstrating a sense of honour and nobility of purpose that one rarely sees today. It works for me.

'nuff said.

... the "Power Within" bother me because they are essentially the equivalent of opiates for the masses. In this case, the "upper middle / middle middle classes". As if singing kumbaya stopped most of these people from leaving the forum and then picking up where they left off, stomping on people as the go about their ways. The smarmyness, and to quote an article from BusinessWeek on similar type events, the "we are the world" side of it too much for me. At least with Springer, you know what you are getting, and there is no pretension of fibre.

How many fucking times can Bill Clinton come back to Montreal to tell us about the "Power Within" ?

Though I respect Bill as an orator, the white Al Sharpton or the White Jesse Jackson, if you will, I am still mentally stuck somewhere in there between cigar as a sex toy and the semantics of "sexual intercourse" and "what is 'is'?".

If I received tickets for free from somebody for that thing, I would first:

a) punch them out
b) urinate on them
c) stick the tickets underneath the lapel pin of the kind of old-school loser who would buy them in the first place.

Give me an effen break! What is it about Montrealers or Quebecis for that matter that they are so smitten with that guy?

'nuff said.

I too the day off. Using my one of my life-balance days to do so.

My idea of life balance today is reading some history of the Second World War followed by a quick jaunt upstairs to watch some Springer clips on YouTube.

Still trying to find one of my all-time favorites episodes, which I think was called "Where the Buffalo Roam". When the pimp from Wyoming came out on stage, it was side-splitting!

Como se dice "white trash" en espanol? Could one make the case that this is what our grandparents fought for ?

'nuff said.

PS: Yes, this clip does end with the KKK!