Top O’ The Mor – Yeah, Right


Jean, Preston wedding 1948
Originally uploaded by The Annekenstein Monster.

I was never one to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. Something about my MacDonald Scottish ancestry forbids it. Of course, I don’t celebrate Robbie Burns Day, either. Maybe I’m just a guy who can’t get behind mass celebrations. Except, well, Christmas, I guess, which used to be a Mass celebration, if you know what I mean.

One day that I’ll gladly celebrate, though, is my parents’ anniversary. And, today, St. Patrick’s Day, just happens to be the 58th anniversary of their wedding day. This picture was taken on that day.
58 years!
Happy anniversary, parents! And thanks for being so great.

Kevin Covais, the Shitty… An American Idol Rant

You can see it in his eyes.  He now thinks he is something.  And I blame you, Randy and Paula.
I’m talking about the 16 year old American Idol contestant Kevin Covais.  He’s a deer-in-the-headlights dweeb with a weak voice who somehow managed to make it to the final 12, and inexplicably survived through last night’s first top-12 elimination (he wasn’t even in the “Bottom Three”!!!).  The “somehow managed”, though, isn’t such a mystery to my eyes.  The AI producers saw early on that this guy was their joke contestant.  The go-to guy, good for a few laughs, the odd funny line, and willing to play along and make fun of his own funny looks and nebbishness.  You could practically see the producers rubbing the Endearing Glue on his back, tossing him on the Big Map Of America and seeing if anything sticks.  Well, he stuck.  Only problem is, he can’t sing.  Not a bit.  He’s terrible, in fact.  But that doesn’t matter, because America Lervs him.
Well, enough of America loves him to keep him in the competition for at least another week, despite being unquestionably the worst singer of the bunch.  He’s miles worse than anyone else still competing.  No, I fear that Shitty Kevin Covais will last through at least a couple more weeks.
Normally, I wouldn’t care (and truthfully, I don’t, except in that totally meaningless superficial “who wore the best gown at the Oscars” kind of way), except that I see a disturbance in the Endearing Force of Kevin Covais.  Now, he is starting to believe the hype.  You can see it in his eyes.  No, of course he doesn’t believe the claims that he’s a legitimate sex-symbol.  Everyone gets that joke, even him.  But, I’m afraid that he’s starting to believe that he actually belongs in this competition.  That he’s on par, vocally, with the rest of the competition..  Kevin…honey… you’re not.
I blame, of course, the producers for letting the joke go this far.  I blame Randy and Paula for never really questioning his vocal talents and only commenting on how much they like his performing-monkey antics.  Well, Paula I can’t blame, because, well, who can blame the rainbow that bursts within your heart?  She’s the joke judge, so naturally she’s beyond blame. 
It’s “shame shame” on Randy, though, for playing along with the charade.  Man, he’s so frustrating, Randy is, because he seems like he should have better sense than he displays, but he continues to side with Paula.  And, yes, there is his general lack of ability to communicate a complete thought, but we can forgive him that.  We can’t forgive him his decisions to side with Paula, all for the sake of “making Simon the bad guy”.  Too bad, Randy, that by willingly doing so, you are tarnishing any position of respect you’ve earned.  I know why he does it though, why he sides with Paula.  He’s a huge delicate bubble of a man, you see, and everytime he venture into the negative constructive criticism world, the “boos” of the audience are like pin-pricks on him, and his soul bursts.  He simply cannot handle people not liking him.  So, he lies, and says exactly what the audience wants to hear.  Or rather, he bullshits himself through all of his criticisms so that it really doesn’t matter what he says, since it doesn’t really make sense.
Back to Shitty Kevin Covais.  The only one who refuses the play the game is Simon.  He’s the only one who ever comments on Kevin’s lack of singing chops.  And while I expect the audience to boo him for it, I get angry when Randy and Paula complain about his speaking the truth. I hate it when Ryan calls him out on it, too, because Ryan calls him out on exactly the wrong reasons.  Ryan always claims that Simon never gives constructive criticism, but in fact, Simon is usually the only one who does so.  Anyway, that bugs me.
And, now, I blame Kevin, too, for his part in the charade of his participation.  Because, now he is believing he’s deserving.  You can see it in his eyes. He’s believing he belongs.
And he so doesn’t belong.
Aaaarrrrgggghhhh!!!! I hate this show so much!!!!
Can’t wait for next week!

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Three Sports Updates

1.  The NCAA Championship in men’s basketball, otherwise known as March Madness, gets underway tomorrow.  In past years, my interest in the tournament has ranged from Total Disinterest to Mild Interest to Casual Watcher.  This year, though, I sense that my interest will be way up.  I plan on watching a lot of it.

2.  The Miami Dolphins traded a second round draft pick for Duante Culpepper.  Culpepper has been in the upper echelon of quality quarterbacks for most of his career.  Last year was less than a stellar one for him, but I’m hoping that was an anomaly.  Also, he injured his knee last October, so I’m hoping that won’t mean a significant decline in ability.  I am cautiously optimistic about his addition to the team.  I’m about 20% on the “Another Busted Acquisition” side, and 80% fervently hoping that he regains his 2004 outstanding qualities.  Okay, so maybe I’m not so cautious in my optimism.

3.  Formula One is back in action for another year.  I think I’ll like the new qualifying setup they implemented this year.  I don’t have much hope for Villeneuve, and expect this to be his last year.  Guess I’ll just try to enjoy any TV name-time he gets this season.  Hoping him to finish in the points in more than a few races, but nothing much more than that.  Looks like it could be a 3-way race for the driver’s title, between Alonso, Raikkonnen and Schumacher.  I don’t believe Button has what it takes to be considered a contender.  Montoya is done, I’m afraid.

Bonus:  I like the goaltending move the Canadiens did at the trade deadline.  Cristobal Huet is standing on his head for them now, but he needs rest and a solid backup is required.  Getting David Abeischer (sp?) from Colorado, a streaky starting goalie is a great move when all you need is a competent backup.  Now, if the Habs could only find a way to score a few more goals, they’d have a legitimate shot at going a few rounds into the playoffs.

I Want My SUV

Okay, I’ve been away for a few days, but I just got back from wherever I was, and I read all this kerfuffle about a kid who found a Tim Horton’s cup in the garbage and asked another kid to help roll up the rim, as the contest is wont to have you do.  Turns out the kid wins the top prize, an SUV.  Okay, great, but the another kid who helped roll up the rim claimed entitlement to share in the prize, for helping to roll up the rim.  Okay, personally, I think that’s bollocks and it should all be awarded to the kid who found the cup.
Now I hear that the the person who threw out the cup in the first place is demanding a part of the action.  Again, that’s bullshit.  But, it got me thinking.

If these people are able to make their claims based on baloney, then I should make my claim too.  And here it is:  I demand a portion of the prize, because, you see, I was in line just in front of the person who bought the “winning” cup.  Amazing, I know, but as true as true can be.  Now, normally when I’m at Tims, I buy two coffees (one for right away and the other to nuke later at work), and that day, for some strange reason, I only bought the one.  So, by rights, since I usually buy two cups, the cup that the guy bought should really have been mine.

No?  Okay then.

Those Who Hate Them, Hate Them A Lot

Two of the more annoying TV pitchmen in recent Canadian television history have recently ended their run.
First, a couple of weeks ago, the very annoying Fake Scottish bloke who rudely confronted drinkers of Keiths beer was released from his contract, due to alleged dalliances into child pornography.
While I wish it could have been for something far less seedy, I am, of course, thankful that he’s gone from the airwaves.  Because Those Who Hate Him, Hate Him A Lot.

And yesterday it was announced that The Canadian Tire Guy has been retired from the Canadian Tire advertising cycle.  Again, good news, I think, as I suspect that the shark has long been jumped by that campaign.
The Canadian Tire Guy has, actually, become quite a national phenomenon.  Especially the Hate that many people feel for him.  This very site happens to be the number one Google search result for “Canadian Tire Guy” and “I hate the Canadian Tire Guy”.  Ironic, I think, since the post referencing him ‘Why I Hate That Canadian Tire Guy’ has very little to actually do with him.   I find it curious that so many people actively enter the search parameters “Hate Canadian Tire Guy”, and I find it kind of funny that when they come to my post, they get a post that must leave them a bit miffed, due to the lack of reference to him.

And still the Curiouser keeps getting curiouser.  Today I received an email from a woman at The Ottawa Citizen asking if she could interview me for an article she’s writing on his retirement.  My initial response was “no thanks. I have nothing of value to add to such a story.”  But then I stopped and asked myself “What’s the more interesting and potentially, more exciting thing to do?  Be interviewed or not be interviewed?”  Since the obvious answer is “be interviewed”, and even though I still believed I had nothing of value to add to such an interview, I decided to do it.
So, I just got off the phone with the journalist.  We had a nice little chat about The Canadian Tire Guy, and also about the weirdness of how such an innocuous little post on such an innocuous little blog can lead to an interview (admittedly, on a rather innocuous little topic such as the Canadian Tire Guy’s retirement).  I think I ended up offering a few interesting sound-bites.

And, what the whole thing has taught me is that I’m pretty tired of saying, hearing and typing the phrase Canadian Tire Guy.

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Jesus’ Face? Or Too Much Detergent?

Did you see the South Park episode where a statue of The Virgin Mary starts bleeding?  First it was thought to be bleeding from the vagina, then it was discovered to be bleeding from the anus.  Regardless, people flocked.
Well, Tignish, long-thought to be the anus of PEI, has at least a few people flocking to see the Religious Wonder Of It All. 
SideBar: How many sheep must congregate before it’s considered a flock?
Perhaps due to chewing one-too-many moldy Communion Wafers, someone in Tignish has looked upon a cloth in a church and Has Seen The Face Of Jesus.
The first question, of course, is “Is it too late to get this into this year’s Tourist Guide?”  Gentle Island, indeed!
Second question, of course, is “Why in the hell would Jesus and His crew ever bother to manifest His visage on a cloth in a nothing (universally speaking) town like Tignish?”  And why would He make it so blurry and hard to discern whether it even is a face (let alone the face of Jesus) and not just residue left over because of too much detergent in the wash?  Why be so unclear?
Some, I suppose, may say “It’s a test.  Only the true-believer will accept it as Jesus.”  Okay.  To what end?  To see who is truly worthy of ascension?  If so, why go about it in this way?  Is there a space-problem in Heaven?  Are Heavenly souls starting to have to double-bunk?  No?  Why be so subtle, then?
Why not make a more emphatic presense of Yourself, something everyone can get behind, so that there can be no doubt that This Is Jesus And We All Believe?
Either Jesus has a really bad marketing team, or He has a sense of humour and is toying with the believers (if so, I think he needs a new gag.  This joke has been seen enough, thanks.  Maybe he’s waiting for Bruce Vilanch to die before he gets new material), or (and this is what I believe) it’s absolutely nothing.

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Weeping Willy Wet-Vac

Even back when he was being nominated 3 consecutive times for a Best Actor Oscar, I didn’t really like William Hurt.  I always found him to be, I don’t know, too… simpy.  I suspect him to be too much an “act-tah”, taking the filming process much too seriously, and keeping others on set from enjoying their days.  What I imagine as his Dogged Pursuit of Art and Dedication To Craft must just suck up the pleasure of making a film.  Just like a Wet-Vac.
This quote from him, in a recent Entertainment Weekly, about his experience on the film Altered States, sums it all up nicely.

“When I read the script, I couldn’t stop weeping for half an hour, and I couldn’t stand up for 45 minutes.”

Shut up with that.  I’m not a violent man, but that kind of sentence deserves at the least a slap on the face.

Oscar Results

That was a pretty straightforward Oscars telecast, don’t you think?  Jon Stewart had some pretty funny lines, but mostly seemed irrelevant to the proceedings.  I don’t think he really won the room over.  Don’t think there’s any special reason to invite him back for another hosting gig next year, though.  I liked the Daily Show-like negative personal-attack ads for some of the nominees, but on the whole, the comedy-entertainment portions of the evening were nothing special.
Dolly Parton still looks fabulous.  Of course, I don’t want to imagine what she’d look like close up, outside of her wig and makeup and girdles and happy-go-lucky stage-persona.  Shudder.
Only two surprises in the night, I suppose.  “Hard to be a pimp” winning was a surprise to me, and I guess Crash winning Best Picture was a surprise to a lot of people too.
Not to some of the 30 people who took part in The Annekenstein Monster Oscar Pool, however.
Here, then, are the results:

Three submissions came in after I had closed the pool, so I didn’t even look at those.  Sorry.

3 correct:  Calico Cat
6 correct:  Kratz & Orca (one submission, two names), Kris, Mary
7 correct:  Uberdiva
8 correct:  Frankie
9 correct:  Chester Pryne
10 correct: Tracy, Graham the Conquerer, Coda
11 correct:  Paella, Laura, Steverino, Sprague
12 correct:  DaveS, Rob MacD, Third Dead Girl, DW
13 correct:  Dylan Miller, DaveM, J-Ro, Peeshie
14 correct:  Fraser, Elvira ‘I Know Popcultured Sucks’ Kurt, Armchair Knowitall, Dina
15 correct:  Ghislaine
16 correct:  Matt, RhiannonJF
and with an excellent 18 correct:  Curt

Truly an astounding feat, Curt.  Well done.  If you want two tickets to see Sketch22 this summer, send me an email, and I’ll send you off some kind of redeemable print-off, or something that says you won two tickets to the show.

Thanks everyone, for playing.  See you all next year.

Oscar Pool Closed

I’m not accepting anymore entries for The Annekenstein Monster Oscar Pool.

Good luck to everyone who cares.

The Fleshy Simpsons

For the longest while, I thought it’d be neat if someone was to do a live-action version of an episode of The Simpsons. You know, take an existing episode and reproduce, shot for shot, angle for angle, an entire episode, using real-life actors.
With this video, looks like somebody’s one step ahead of me.