Just came back from seeing 'Meek's Cutoff'....overall a great movie experience. Three families of settlers hire a guide to take them through the Oregon trail, but he gets them lost. With water running out they capture a native and struggle whether to trust him to lead them to water. It's a slow mover, completely devoid of robots and explosions, not for the ADD crowd. If you like movies with long scenes where, on the surface nothing is really happening then you might be able to give this the proper attention. With the right amount of patience, and an equal love of desert landscape and subtlety it'll leave you wanting more. Michelle Williams is brilliant at conveying a wide range of emotion with little dialogue, I smell an Oscar.
The only hitch in this settler movie is Meek, the guide with questionable morality and a little too much confidence in his ability. I couldn't stop thinking he reminded me of legendary anchorman, Ron Burgundy...only with a beard. He looked, walked and talked like him so much that it almost ruined an otherwise perfect film.
This movie also has a great ending, connecting the viewer to the thirsty settlers...putting you in their shoes deciding who to put your trust in.
Highly recommended despite lack of robots.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Tuesday, January 9, 2007
My house is haunted by a crack dealer
I had a recent conversation with someone who shares space in the house I'm renting. We were talking about our experiences wih the ghost that haunts the place. The spirit in question is thought to be the man who's name was found written on an interior wall when the place was renovated. A message written in red paint behind a torn down wall suggested that a Mr. X was in fact a victim of murder, not an accident like was thought.
Anyways, this conversation led to the discovery that I'm living in what could be considered one of the areas first crack houses. Apparently a particular door fell victim to repeated shotgun blasts during a drug raid and was subsequently removed. Now, I'm not a crack dealer if you're looking for coincidence here...but once in a while I look for old timers who pause as they walk by and look into the front door...with that long-haired glint in their eyes.
Anyways, this conversation led to the discovery that I'm living in what could be considered one of the areas first crack houses. Apparently a particular door fell victim to repeated shotgun blasts during a drug raid and was subsequently removed. Now, I'm not a crack dealer if you're looking for coincidence here...but once in a while I look for old timers who pause as they walk by and look into the front door...with that long-haired glint in their eyes.
Wednesday, January 3, 2007
Meat...who knew it was so complicated (and other stories)
My my my,
This is my second post in only 10 odd days, very frequent I know...highly uncharacteristic considering my penchance for procrastination. However just pay attention, there's reason in the madness here. I've discovered a new way to describe meats. Just let that settle with you for a minute (I'll wait, just take your time and come back when you're ready). Alright, the back story is nothing short of fascinating...mana for every great American author (I'm thinking Truman Capote but you may have another in mind). My uncle Ronnie, bless him, has always tempted me with pepperettes made from deer...the first one programmed me so much that the mere mention of these things triggers a massive flux of endorphin release directly into every unused pleasure centre in my brain (don't ask). Naturally, I requested a complete deer of my own...and naturally completely processessed as this ambrosiatic delight. It seems that all the correct stars were in alignment recently because I received a phone call from my uncle saying that he was able to procure an unnaturally large buck just for my gastric enjoyment. Yes...you heard me correct...the ENTIRE deer. It was soon noticed by my girlfriend that I always made reference to this package as "deer meat"...instead of the possibly more correct term "venison". It was also pointed out that we don't refer to hamburger or steak as "cow meat" do we? True...true. Well, not to be outdone I proclaimed that from that point forward I would refer to whatever meat was presently under consideration by it's more base compound name. Example..."that's some lovely fish meat you're baking there Pete"...or "that pig meat sure was tender Jennie, thanks for preparing it just so...I appreciate it". I'm starting a revolution that doesn't involve vegetarians, a first for modern times...join me!
This is my second post in only 10 odd days, very frequent I know...highly uncharacteristic considering my penchance for procrastination. However just pay attention, there's reason in the madness here. I've discovered a new way to describe meats. Just let that settle with you for a minute (I'll wait, just take your time and come back when you're ready). Alright, the back story is nothing short of fascinating...mana for every great American author (I'm thinking Truman Capote but you may have another in mind). My uncle Ronnie, bless him, has always tempted me with pepperettes made from deer...the first one programmed me so much that the mere mention of these things triggers a massive flux of endorphin release directly into every unused pleasure centre in my brain (don't ask). Naturally, I requested a complete deer of my own...and naturally completely processessed as this ambrosiatic delight. It seems that all the correct stars were in alignment recently because I received a phone call from my uncle saying that he was able to procure an unnaturally large buck just for my gastric enjoyment. Yes...you heard me correct...the ENTIRE deer. It was soon noticed by my girlfriend that I always made reference to this package as "deer meat"...instead of the possibly more correct term "venison". It was also pointed out that we don't refer to hamburger or steak as "cow meat" do we? True...true. Well, not to be outdone I proclaimed that from that point forward I would refer to whatever meat was presently under consideration by it's more base compound name. Example..."that's some lovely fish meat you're baking there Pete"...or "that pig meat sure was tender Jennie, thanks for preparing it just so...I appreciate it". I'm starting a revolution that doesn't involve vegetarians, a first for modern times...join me!
Saturday, December 23, 2006
Today we celebrate Festivus (and other naked news)!
Welcome to this my debut blog entry...surely to be one of many infrequent posts about not much. Of course this was my intention, to release some detritus from my subconscious mind...thereby freeing up valuable neuronal space. Today is Dec.23rd (right? I mean I'm on holidays, where dates are generated randomly) which means many of us are polishing our aluminum Festivus poles, and getting ready to wrestle eachother and reflect on our personal relationships over the past year. Celebrating Festivus is a new tradition, even though it's over 5000 years old, thankfully brought back to life by Frank Costanza (bless him everyone). I would give this man my last piece of cheese, which reveals the depths of my fondness for him...not a man-crush, simply a deep respect.
This time of year also brings those of us living in the Northern Hemisphere the shortest day of the year, Winter Solstice. Apparently in Kenora (town in northern Ontario where mom lives) it's tradition to strip oneself to a very naked state and dance around the towns Christmas tree singing incantations (the sheet they handed out seemed to be written in tongues, so I had to pretend I was singing...like we all did in public school choirs). I've never done this before, and was quite surprised to see the large turnout. Some bore bags of seeds and herbs that were deftly sprinkled and tossed at the base of the tree. I came with a peculiar blend of brash modesty and considered gait, this being my first time naked in Kenora. Good times.
My shopping is done as of today...very excited...did well. I'll let everyone know how it turned out, a few gifts are questionable as always...but I like to take chances. Merry Christmas everyone, and have an adequately joyous new year!
This time of year also brings those of us living in the Northern Hemisphere the shortest day of the year, Winter Solstice. Apparently in Kenora (town in northern Ontario where mom lives) it's tradition to strip oneself to a very naked state and dance around the towns Christmas tree singing incantations (the sheet they handed out seemed to be written in tongues, so I had to pretend I was singing...like we all did in public school choirs). I've never done this before, and was quite surprised to see the large turnout. Some bore bags of seeds and herbs that were deftly sprinkled and tossed at the base of the tree. I came with a peculiar blend of brash modesty and considered gait, this being my first time naked in Kenora. Good times.
My shopping is done as of today...very excited...did well. I'll let everyone know how it turned out, a few gifts are questionable as always...but I like to take chances. Merry Christmas everyone, and have an adequately joyous new year!
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