Yadda (too short for Yadda Yadda)

The first thing I was to say is to the Saskatchewan Roughriders who I saw with the watermelon on his head. “YOU’RE AN IDIOT”. Now that I have that to say, I now have to try and figure out what I should blog about…

When I read about this old lady, I thought DAMN. I’m proud of her. So picture this, a 75 year old woman has been trying to get cable, phone and Internet service from Comcast, but Comcast has failed to show up for the appointments (a common practice according to some friends of mine in the U.S.) so to show her displeasure, she goes down to the cable office with a HAMMER, and once she’s down there, she starts smashing phones, and keyboards. She’s arrested, and while the cable company is all “were sorry, were sorry”, she’s switched back to her old provider. Yaaaa for old ladies.

Ok that’s all I have. Oh well.

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The Clip of the Week (BAD WEATHER MAN)

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Photo Friday (Future drawings on Britney Spears refridgerator)

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Crappy movies

Well it’s hump day, for lack of a better word. I figured that I’d use the word just because it’s fun to say. Hump hump hump hump hump. Something about that word just makes me smile.I just can’t put my finger on what it is.

I have a question to everyone out there. Say you get on a train/bus and there are some seats with one person and quite a few that are empty, do you sit in an empty seat that you will not have to share, or do you sit on one of the few seats that have someone else on and make the person seated move their bag? Well that asshole made me move my bag and trapped me in the seat; the asshole. My only revenge was that I made him get up during his phone call. SCREW YOU asshole.

Now that I have that off my chest I’m now going to main topic which is…this stick. Yeah this is a cool stick, woo hoo; or not.

Why is it that whenever I think of Canadian movies, either think of low brow stuff like Porky’s and The Trailer Park Boys Movie or really artsy stuff like Atanarjuat (The Fast Runner) and A Passage to Ottawa. Why is it that we either have artsy bullshit or low brow comedies? Americans make decent movies up here all the time, they even make hockey movies up here like Mystery, Alaska. (they shot it just outside of Calgary).

I guess I’m not an independent film type of person. The type of film that will make one think, but on the other hand I can only take so much cursing for the sake of cursing, flashing of T & A., which explains why Real Canadian movies make me go yuck.

What I find interesting is how well the fake Canadian movies do, Face Canadian movies like X-Men II, The 6^th Day, The Day after Tomorrow, My Big Fat Greek Wedding, Assassination of Jesse James (coming out this fall), R.V., Never Ending Story, Rambo: First Blood, and ..you get my point. A lot of successful movies are shot in Canada, so why do Canadian movies tend to be preachy or guttery.

What really bothers me is that some of my favorite tv shows are fake Canadian shows like Eureka and Smallville. Why can’t they admit to being Canadian?

Grrr that’s it for me.

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I don't....know.

There’s a friend of mine that is going through hell right now, and I really mean HELL. Just thinking about it makes me feel ashamed; ashamed that I’m not able to do something about it.

The main reason I feel like this is because I made a promise to myself. I promised myself to I will do everything in power to help out friends who are going through a tough time. I’ve even let a friend crash on my couch for a month, but I can’t really help this person because this person is far away.

Right now I also feel an rage inside of me, more of a righteous fury, now that I think about it. I want to help this person, but I’m unable to. I feel so ashamed that I don’t even know how to reply to this person’s latest e-mail. I want to be supportive but I don’t know how. Not in this case.

I look around at the world around me and I think of people to blame for my inability to help this person. I can think of a few people, but does blaming someone really help the person in need? I know it doesn’t anyone. I learned long ago to focus on the solution, not the problem, but I still can’t help wanting to smack someone around.

Even though I’m lost for words and I’m feeling a mixture of range and sadness over what my friend is going through, I mostly feel shame for not doing more.

I do hope one thing though. I hope that after this person comes through all this, that they will write a book about this experience and then the book will do so well that they will be on Oprah, but I need to do more. I need to help, but I’m not sure how to do it.

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