Friday, April 20, 2007

"Are you interested in atomic bombs?"

was the left-field question.

Childhood flashback of Sesame Street's Ernie being approached by a suspicious character wearing a trench coat. "Hey buddy. You wanna buy an "N"?"

"An atomic bomb!" I blurted.

"Shhhhh."

Turns out students are taking an excursion to an A bomb-themed art exhibition. Some teachers were doing recon to check it out, and this was the way to invite me.

In breaking shiny consumerism news I've discovered that the gunmetal gray supercharged Aston Martin DB7 coupe that sits in the car yard up the road is in fact affordable.

The plan is to stop paying rent and live in the car. I can thus put half my former rent toward parking, and the other half toward paying off the car. In ten years I'll have my own home AND car. It is so owned.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Run 4 Your Lives

Yesterday was practice for evacuating the building in the event of a disaster. Apparently we're not to run around in circles screaming, but walk quietly in 2 lines from the burning building. We then walk about 5 minutes down the street to the sports ground, where we'll start triage.

I was given a hardhat to wear, which means that I'm to be fighting the fire. I thought it meant that I was to perform the YMCA dance. This drew blank stares from all. It's not that no one knows the song or the dance - both are actually very famous. Even school kids these days know them. But it's famous as a cover by a Japanese artist. No one knows the Village People. Thus my overly energetic rendition fell on deaf eyes.

Sunday, April 08, 2007

You People are Pests

Whenever I stay at my friend Allan's place I request him to play an SCTV (Canadian comedy show) sketch of John Candy doing Orson Welles. Candy, angry at the quality of the production, hilariously berates his director before storming off with a roast chicken. No matter how many times I see it, I laugh. But I never knew the sketch was based on an actually incident.

And now via Cinephobia, this has come to my attention.

Just enjoy the full manicness of Welles' scathing.

There is a Wikipedia article about the recording, but it's funnier to listen to it first before reading about it.