One Long Drive For A Woman…

…One giant leak for Womankind.

I don’t follow stories like this one about the astronaut woman who drove from someplace to someplace to allegedly kill someone, mostly because news channels like CNN glom onto them and make them much, much bigger than they deserve to be.  Kind of like a Slow News Week “being called up to the big leagues” sort of deal.

But even I’ll admit that 1) female astronaut, 2) driving a long distance while wearing a diaper, 3) attempted murder charges, 4) love and intrigue, and 5) look-like-a-nutjob photo makes it hard for ratings-craving news agencies to ignore this one.  Still, though, a brief skim of the headline and first couple of paragraphs of an internet story about it will be enough for me.

Auto Body, Manual Choice

Hey, anyone in the GCA (Greater Charlottetown Area) have any positive experiences with auto body shops?  This morning, a non-observant driver did us the favour of making us require the services of a fair and honest auto body shop by becoming rather too familiar with the back end of our vehicle.

Where has my loyal reader gone and was rewarded with honest and fair auto body service?

Anyone?  Anyone?  Bueller? 
(and the award for pulling out an age-old reference goes to… Rob MacDonald!… “I’d just like to say, I’m surprised and shocked that I won this award.  I mean, the competition was pretty crazy this year.  There’s that guy who was blogging about his dog, and wrote “Who let the dogs out?”.  And of course, that lesbian-written blog post entitled “Where’s the beef?!”.  Worthy competitors, all.  [orchestral music starts to surge]  Anyways, I just want to thank everyone who voted for the Bueller reference, and also thank God and the marvelous Mr. Ruddy, my grade nine Industrial Arts teacher.  He’s gay… wait, that’s common knowledge, right?  That he’s gay.  I mean, I’m not telling secrets out of school, am I?  Revealing that Mr. Ruddy is gay, right here in this award speech for age-old references?  Anyway, looks like my time is up.  I’m just so happy that you love me!  That you really, really love me!”)

Yeah, so about those honest and fair auto body shops?  Anyone got one?  Anyone?  Anyone?

Congratulations, Graham the Conquerer!!!

Graham the Conquerer 142-125 (53.2%) 159 pts
Jim Simmonds 131-136 (49.1%) 126 pts
spragger2002 122-122 (50.0%) 122 pts
reverseflash 128-139 (47.9%) 117 pts
RFTT1985 127-140 (47.6%) 114 pts
annekenstein 123-144 (46.1%) 102 pts

Here are the final results for The Annekenstein Monster’s The Weekly NFL Picks Page pick’em pool.  Graham the Conquerer smashes the competition with a startling 53.2% picking accuracy.  Yours truly performed atrociously, embarassingly so.  Never before have I picked so poorly.

Congratulations Graham!!
Thanks for playing, folks.  Most likely, it’ll be back next August, when I’ll vow to kick ass, and make it my personal goal to finish each week on the plus side of 50%.  Of course, I’ll also be high on the speculation that the Miami Dolphins will be able to make it to the playoffs (where anything can happen) this coming year.  I predict great things for the new coach, Cam Cameron.  Ricky Williams will be back, will remain drug-free for the entire season, and will be a legitimate backup to Ronnie Brown, who will have a banner year.  Culpepper will rebound from a terrible (injury-crippled) season and make a star out of Chris Chambers.

By the way, with Peyton Manning winning the championship, Dan Marino once again retains his mantle as the unquestionably best quarterback ever to never win a SuperBowl.  I’d say when Peyton didn’t have one, he’d have given Dan a bit of a run for that title.

Love’s Language Lost ???

DaveM, DaveS, J-Ro and I went to see Pan’s Labyrinth Saturday night and then went out afterwards for drinks.  We stopped at a few places and had a good time.
After DaveM left us, we went to the Gahan House.  There, DaveS requested we each name the first male and first female actor we each think of.  I said Meryl Streep and Greg Kinnear.  Jay said Sharon Stone and Billy Baldwin.  Dave said Demi Moore and Tim Robbins.  These people, it turned out, were to be the stars of the purposefully bad movie we were about to plot out there at the Gahan.  Here is the awful movie we came up with:

Meryl Streep plays an author on a book-signing tour.  She is hawking a book about love, a book whose message she doesn’t really believe.  She is also a person who only speaks in her own language.  Why she speaks this language, or where she learned it, is a mystery to all.  Only she and her interpretor (who spent years studying Streep and her language) can understand her.
Her interpretor is Sharon Stone.  Maybe we need a little scene here to see how dependent Streep is on Stone.  Without her, she couldn’t survive in the world alone.
For some reason, they need to hire a private plane to fly to over the Atlantic Ocean to their next book-signing date.  Sharon reluctantly suggests they could hire the pilot she used to date (and still is not quite “over”?), Billy Baldwin.
On the flight, Baldwin and Streep hit it off.  A real connection. Lots of flirting. Maybe Baldwin is playing it up a bit to make Stone jealous?  Whether the Baldwin/Streep connection is real or not, it affects Stone, who begins to purposefully mis-interpret the flirty things Streep is saying to Baldwin and vice-versa.  One phrase she does not mis-interpret, though, is the utterance that Streep screams upon looking out the plane’s side window. “Ack, ugh, glub, bluggah!” says Streep.  “Look out for the seagulls?” puzzles Stone.  Then Stone looks out here window, sees the flock of birds and screams herself, “Look out for the seagulls!”  A great scene!  Baldwin’s over-attention to Streep caused him to fly into a flock of seagulls.
The plane crashes into the ocean.  Baldwin perishes, but Stone and Streep manage to make it to a small deserted island.  Things on the island go from bad to worse as the Stone/Streep relationship deteriorates quickly, due to Stone’s jealousy about Streep/Baldwin.  Some great chances for overwrought emotions between the two.  While on the island, they discover some sort of strange-looking golden amulet, or golden bowl, or something likewise golden that they note as being odd.
I am admittedly fuzzy on the sequence of events that we discussed beyond this point, so if DaveS or Jason want to correct me on the following, please do.  (as I’ve written the following, I made some small changes to the plot as I went, as I thought they would improve the story we talked about)

Just as things are about to come to a murderous head between Stone & Streep, Greg Kinnear, a likable fisherman, arrives on his boat.  “Didn’t know this island existed,” says Kinnear. “Not on any charts!”  As they get to know each other, the girls tell Kinnear about the golden thing they found.  He raises an eyebrow (as only Kinnear can do).  “Rescue us,” says Stone.  For some reason (maybe the boat is full of fish?  Or maybe he has ulterior motives?) he can only take one of them back with him to civilization, and he won’t be back to get the other (not sure why this is).  He chooses Streep, leaving Stone to likely die.  This, combined with her jealousy over Baldwin, puts Stone over the edge and, as the boat is leaving with Kinnear and Streep, Stone is a wild, screaming, vindictive crazy nutjob on the beach.  Another great scene.

Back in civilization (somewhere in Florida?), Greg’s friend, Tim Robbins, who is a treasure-hunter, greets Kinnear and Streep.  Kinnear immediately tells Robbins about the golden thingy.  Turns out Robbins has spent his entire adult life searching for this island and this golden thingy (and the fabled tribal community that created the golden thingy).  They make preparations to go back.  We can see Robbins as the self-interested, treasure-mad money-grub his character is, but we don’t know, yet, whether Kinnear is a good guy or a bad guy.  Since his navigational GPS system broke down during a storm on the way back to civlization, Kinnear doesn’t know if he can find the island again.  In another great scene where Robbins and Kinnear try to understand her, Streep indicates that she could find the island.  Off the three go.

Back on the island, Stone is delerious with rage.  That’s when Baldwin comes out of the sea and walks, zombie-like, up the beach towards her.  As he walks, he eats whatever is washed up on the beach.  (We get Baldwin to really eat these awful things.  He’d do it.)
Despite (or maybe because of) the fact that Stone is crazy and Baldwin is some kind of voodoo-influenced almost dead guy, the Stone/Baldwin romance rekindles.  And that’s when Demi Moore, as the daughter of a tribal witch doctor (played in voice-over by Morgan Freeman, who is the movie’s narrator), appears on the scene.  Moore speaks in a made-up language similiar to, but different than, Streep’s language.  Yet it’s similar enough that Stone can understand Moore.  Moore and Stone immediately hit it off, with a real sexual chemistry that excites Baldwin too.  There’s a great scene where Stone has to try and safe-crack the tribal chastity belt that Moore wears.  it’s a very tender, very provocative, very sensual scene.
Moore and Stone continue to sizzle with sexual energy.  Baldwin’s involved too, but we, the audience, can see that it’s really the two women who have the hots for each other.  Maybe it’s hinted at that for now, they’ll allow Baldwin to participate but once they tire of him, he’ll become expendable?

Boat arrives with Kinnear, Robbins and Streep.  Robbins is an ass as he tries to take control of the group.  Maybe Kinnear starts to see Robbins as the ass he is and begins to question what’s important to him?

(this is where our plot kind of fizzled out, but we’d like all the above to maybe be about two-thirds of the entire movie)  We do know that in the end Streep is able to write a world-wide bestseller on Love, based on her third-act experiences on the island.  I kind of forget what happens to the rest of the players.

If anybody has any ideas on how to improve this story (that is, make it worse), let’s hear them.  We really need a good ending third.

Love’s Language Lost ???

DaveM, DaveS, J-Ro and I went to see Pan’s Labyrinth Saturday night and then went out afterwards for drinks.  We stopped at a few places and had a good time.
After DaveM left us, we went to the Gahan House.  There, DaveS requested we each name the first male and first female actor we each think of.  I said Meryl Streep and Greg Kinnear.  Jay said Sharon Stone and Billy Baldwin.  Dave said Demi Moore and Tim Robbins.  These people, it turned out, were to be the stars of the purposefully bad movie we were about to plot out there at the Gahan.  Here is the awful movie we came up with:

Meryl Streep plays an author on a book-signing tour.  She is hawking a book about love, a book whose message she doesn’t really believe.  She is also a person who only speaks in her own language.  Why she speaks this language, or where she learned it, is a mystery to all.  Only she and her interpretor (who spent years studying Streep and her language) can understand her.
Her interpretor is Sharon Stone.  Maybe we need a little scene here to see how dependent Streep is on Stone.  Without her, she couldn’t survive in the world alone.
For some reason, they need to hire a private plane to fly to over the Atlantic Ocean to their next book-signing date.  Sharon reluctantly suggests they could hire the pilot she used to date (and still is not quite “over”?), Billy Baldwin.
On the flight, Baldwin and Streep hit it off.  A real connection. Lots of flirting. Maybe Baldwin is playing it up a bit to make Stone jealous?  Whether the Baldwin/Streep connection is real or not, it affects Stone, who begins to purposefully mis-interpret the flirty things Streep is saying to Baldwin and vice-versa.  One phrase she does not mis-interpret, though, is the utterance that Streep screams upon looking out the plane’s side window. “Ack, ugh, glub, bluggah!” says Streep.  “Look out for the seagulls?” puzzles Stone.  Then Stone looks out here window, sees the flock of birds and screams herself, “Look out for the seagulls!”  A great scene!  Baldwin’s over-attention to Streep caused him to fly into a flock of seagulls.
The plane crashes into the ocean.  Baldwin perishes, but Stone and Streep manage to make it to a small deserted island.  Things on the island go from bad to worse as the Stone/Streep relationship deteriorates quickly, due to Stone’s jealousy about Streep/Baldwin.  Some great chances for overwrought emotions between the two.  While on the island, they discover some sort of strange-looking golden amulet, or golden bowl, or something likewise golden that they note as being odd.
I am admittedly fuzzy on the sequence of events that we discussed beyond this point, so if DaveS or Jason want to correct me on the following, please do.  (as I’ve written the following, I made some small changes to the plot as I went, as I thought they would improve the story we talked about)

Just as things are about to come to a murderous head between Stone & Streep, Greg Kinnear, a likable fisherman, arrives on his boat.  “Didn’t know this island existed,” says Kinnear. “Not on any charts!”  As they get to know each other, the girls tell Kinnear about the golden thing they found.  He raises an eyebrow (as only Kinnear can do).  “Rescue us,” says Stone.  For some reason (maybe the boat is full of fish?  Or maybe he has ulterior motives?) he can only take one of them back with him to civilization, and he won’t be back to get the other (not sure why this is).  He chooses Streep, leaving Stone to likely die.  This, combined with her jealousy over Baldwin, puts Stone over the edge and, as the boat is leaving with Kinnear and Streep, Stone is a wild, screaming, vindictive crazy nutjob on the beach.  Another great scene.

Back in civilization (somewhere in Florida?), Greg’s friend, Tim Robbins, who is a treasure-hunter, greets Kinnear and Streep.  Kinnear immediately tells Robbins about the golden thingy.  Turns out Robbins has spent his entire adult life searching for this island and this golden thingy (and the fabled tribal community that created the golden thingy).  They make preparations to go back.  We can see Robbins as the self-interested, treasure-mad money-grub his character is, but we don’t know, yet, whether Kinnear is a good guy or a bad guy.  Since his navigational GPS system broke down during a storm on the way back to civlization, Kinnear doesn’t know if he can find the island again.  In another great scene where Robbins and Kinnear try to understand her, Streep indicates that she could find the island.  Off the three go.

Back on the island, Stone is delerious with rage.  That’s when Baldwin comes out of the sea and walks, zombie-like, up the beach towards her.  As he walks, he eats whatever is washed up on the beach.  (We get Baldwin to really eat these awful things.  He’d do it.)
Despite (or maybe because of) the fact that Stone is crazy and Baldwin is some kind of voodoo-influenced almost dead guy, the Stone/Baldwin romance rekindles.  And that’s when Demi Moore, as the daughter of a tribal witch doctor (played in voice-over by Morgan Freeman, who is the movie’s narrator), appears on the scene.  Moore speaks in a made-up language similiar to, but different than, Streep’s language.  Yet it’s similar enough that Stone can understand Moore.  Moore and Stone immediately hit it off, with a real sexual chemistry that excites Baldwin too.  There’s a great scene where Stone has to try and safe-crack the tribal chastity belt that Moore wears.  it’s a very tender, very provocative, very sensual scene.
Moore and Stone continue to sizzle with sexual energy.  Baldwin’s involved too, but we, the audience, can see that it’s really the two women who have the hots for each other.  Maybe it’s hinted at that for now, they’ll allow Baldwin to participate but once they tire of him, he’ll become expendable?

Boat arrives with Kinnear, Robbins and Streep.  Robbins is an ass as he tries to take control of the group.  Maybe Kinnear starts to see Robbins as the ass he is and begins to question what’s important to him?

(this is where our plot kind of fizzled out, but we’d like all the above to maybe be about two-thirds of the entire movie)  We do know that in the end Streep is able to write a world-wide bestseller on Love, based on her third-act experiences on the island.  I kind of forget what happens to the rest of the players.

If anybody has any ideas on how to improve this story (that is, make it worse), let’s hear them.  We really need a good ending third.

Two, Right On, Rock Videos

It’s not that I don’t enjoy Patti Smith. It’s just that she’s one of those artists that I just never got around to “getting into”. However, this video above, absolutely rocks. It’s Patti Smith, in 1979, on some kids television show called “Kids Are People Too”. She sings “You Light Up My Life”. Seriously. She sings “You Light Up My Life”.

This is U2’s new video for “Window in the Skies”. Kind of a videographic mashup. A great idea for a video, and pretty well executed. I often wonder how things like this come together. I mean, like the nuts and bolts of it, after the “hey, here’s a neat idea!” stage. You know, the “okay, now we need a two-second clip of somebody plucking a bass” stage. “Anybody know of a clip where the drummer drums to this beat?”

Rob’s Film Rankings for 2006

Below is a pretty complete list of all the year-2006 movies I watched:

These first ten movies are the ones I enjoyed the most.  They are ranked from favourite down.  Of course, a “Favourites” list is always a fluid thing, so the order would change from day to day.  Still, I think these top ten would remain in my top ten, even if the order might change, whimsically.

PAN’S LABYRINTH
BABEL
CHILDREN OF MEN
THE DEPARTED
THE GOOD SHEPHERD
PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN: DEAD MAN’S CHEST
LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE
APOCALYPTO
THE ILLUSIONIST
BORAT

The following list are movies that I quite liked, but not quite enough to make my Top Ten.  They are not ranked.

UNITED 93
THANK YOU FOR SMOKING
THE QUEEN
IDIOCRACY
TRISTRAM SHANDY: A COCK AND BULL STORY
THE DESCENT
CASINO ROYALE
DREAMGIRLS

The next list are movies I more or less enjoyed, but were nothing special.

INSIDE MAN
FIREWALL
16 BLOCKS
MISSION IMPOSSIBLE 3
X-MEN: THE LAST STAND

This list are movies I watched and liked okay.  Some of them I had to search harder for likability than others.

LUCKY NUMBER SLEVIN
EIGHT BELOW
AKEELAH AND THE BEE
NANNY MCPHEE
HOSTEL
POSEIDON
SUPERMAN RETURNS

These final movies are 2006 movies that I didn’t really enjoy very much.

V FOR VENDETTA
TALLADEGA NIGHTS

My Ordinary Lunch

Before I went to lunch today, I decided I would write here about what transpired.

Leaving the ATC, I wasn’t sure where I’d eat today.  I chose Captain Subs because I dig their 5 dollar lunch:  A half sub (I got the pizza sub on parmesan), fountain pop and bag of chips for 5 bucks tax included.  Crossing University Avenue, I noticed a guy with a kind of feathered-hair hairstyle, and an arrogance about him.  Very early 1980s New York business guy.  I only mention him because he ended up being in front of me in the Captain Subs lineup.
The guy behind me turned out someone who was planning on contacting me in a couple of weeks about a project that he says is almost ready to roll, and for which he wants my involvement.  It would take quite a commitment from me, in terms of time, so I don’t know yet how I’d manage that, plus my full-time work, plus my Sketch22 preparations and performances, plus my family.  He’s gonna contact me in a couple of weeks to talk about it further.
There were no tomatoes for my sub.  I was a little disappointed, but I’ll manage to get over it.  The sub, despite the lack of tomato, was pretty good.  It had a real nice toasted flavour which I really dug.
Some thoughts I had while eating:
– I realized that I was (not sure if I still am) having an “I am thinner than I am” day.  That is, I was feeling thinner than I actually am.  Somedays I feel like a bloat, and some days I feel better about how I feel, girth-wise.
-I noticed another guy who looked like someone I may have known during my first two years of university.  He looks how imagine that guy would’ve aged.  I highly doubt it was him.  The guy struck me as a guy who would have been an arrogant Hamilton business guy in the 80s and/or an aging dumb hockey player.  He looked very middle-class Canadian, either way.
– I accept the way I look, and understand that I’m not heart-throb material.  Still, sometimes I wish that a woman I think is attractive would give me a second glance.  Even if it was a “hey look, a freak! (or whatever)” second glance, I could interpret it wrongly.  But I’m like boring wallpaper.  Something to look beyond.  I accept that.  Anyway, I was thinking that after I saw, as I was eating my sub, an attractive woman in the lineup to order.  She scanned the room and I could tell I didn’t even cause a blip on her “interest” radar.
-After my sub, and a walk around the Confederation Court Mall (listening all the while to a great selection of random songs on my iPod, by the way), I went to Timothys for a coffee.  Usually, I’m only a one-coffee a day guy, but I find myself slipping into the two-a-day column.  I won’t fight it.  Anyway, I walk in, and there’s a table of young women.  I take them in, of course, and notice one of them (one who was facing me) glance at me with more than a “nice wallpaper” look.  Just barely more, mind you.  But I’ll take it.  Then, after I pass by them, I sense a couple of them who were facing away from me, turn and look in my direction.  I can only assume it was a “hey look at that vaguely familiar guy who may or may not be a freak” kind of scenario, but I’ll take that too.  Just find it interesting that that would happen (when it never happens) during the same lunch hour when I was pining about it never happening.
– I have an Atlantic Lotto ticket for last Wednesday’s draw.  I understand that there was a $100,000 tag won in Charlottetown this past draw.  I am sure it’s not my tag, and I suspect it’s already been claimed, but I purposefully didn’t check it today so that I could wait and check during my usual Monday/Friday lunches with DaveS.  Tomorrow, I find out that I’m a hundred-thousand-aire.  As I said, I know I’m not, but let me dream a bit, ‘kay.
-I find it backwards that there will be a longer winter if the groundhog sees its shadow.  Why wouldn’t a shadow, which implies sunlight, why wouldn’t that mean a shorter winter?  I *so* don’t want to find out the answer.

And that was pretty much the sum of my ordinary lunch today.

The Annekenstein Monster Oscar Pool 2007

Last year, I had 30 people entered into The Annekenstein Monster Oscar Pool.  I think our good friend Matt Rainnie won.

This year, since the blog has dwindled in postings and, most likely, readership, there probably won’t be as many entries.  Still, if you want to enter, please do so.  Click on this link:  The Annekenstein Monster Oscar Pool and make your choices.  Entries will be accepted until the morning of the Friday before Oscar weekend.

The winner, if I can remember, will win two tickets to a Sketch22 performance this summer.  Of course, since I’m going to win, I get to keep the tickets myself.  (If there’s a tie of winners, I’ll make a draw from them to see who gets the tickets)

Once again, here’s the link:  Click here to make your losing picks for The Annekenstein Monster Oscar Pool.

Good luck!

Edit:  If there’s a tie for the most correct picks, the winner will be the person who was earliest with sending their picks in.

Anuzzer Band Reunion

There was a time when I, along with many others, was a big fan of The Police.  My wife (then fiance) was an even bigger fan.  Then, years after they broke up, I found I couldn’t stand listening to Police songs.  Couldn’t get through them. (I’m finding the same situation now with many REM songs, another band that I was once big in to)
Maybe a year or two ago, I reconnected with The Police songs and can happily and enthusiastically enjoy them again (you can all release your breath now, as I’m sure you were holding it awaiting the outcome of my Police affections)

So, the rumours news that The Police were going to reform and tour this summer piqued my interest.  And now the news that they’ll be playing at the Grammys this month (as of tomorrow), I gotta admit I’m kind of excited, kinda like a schoolgirl.  I’d never seen them play live, but have seen numerous clips of them on stage.  With my excitement, though, comes the natural trepidation too.  How will they sound?  Will they be old and safe and pedestrian, or will they try to rock the house?  If they do try to rock the house, will they fail miserably?  I’m hoping they blow the roof off the joint.  Failing that, I hope we at least catch glimpses of the synchronicity (clever, no?) they obviously shared when they performed.  It would be really sad (yet acceptable) to see three egos failing to connect with each other, fakely bopping their way through a medley of hits.  I’m ready for that scenario too.

So, if you were The Police, and you were reuniting, what songs would you play in your, say, six minutes allotted time?  Me, I’d have to go with Every Breath You Take (only because it was so huge).  I’d love to hear Canary In A Coalmine and Walking On The Moon.  I want to hear them as the pop songs they were (and still are) and not slowed-down jazzy interpretations (you hear me, Sting?).  I am ready to hear the lame-ish medley of hits.

Whatever happens, I’m looking forward to watching it all unfold.

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