Mel Gibson For Pope!
I am nursing my legs. Today I ran up and down a path in the woods near my place for my first exercise in two weeks or so. There is a promise of pain tomorrow. BUT…that does mean I am now, officially, a resident of Vancouver. I moved in on Monday and am unpacked, mostly. One more weekend trip to Edmonton to snag my computer machine and the rest of my books/movies and I’m fully imbedded.
Damn, is it ever small. Which is okay for me – doubly so because the walls are pink, there’s a giant mirror on one side and the couch that came with the place is leopard print. I’ll be spending my year on the set of some mid-budget porn epic. I’m well on my way of adding the finishing touches of random, awkwardly placed semen stains. And I 've also purchased the Glade Plug-In "Scent of Tennage Girl Dreams Being Dashed" for the coup de grace.
Did some exploring of the area. Finally made it down to the rocky beach, sat on the bleached driftwood that litters the coast during low tide and looked at downtown. I can’t wait to take you down there. Pleasantly idyllic.
Last night I met up with Lydia – check out her art under the ‘FU’ link. She’s a friend of a friend from Taiwan than I’ve been chatting for a while over MSN and it was great to finally meet in person and have a real chat. She’s very talented and offers good dinner conversation. she’s also sweet as cherries for letting me stay in her spare room after I missed my last bus over the bridge. We walked around downtown, which I’m getting SLIGHTLY better at navigating. The part that I’m interested in exploring is relatively small so it’s not big deal really. Lydia showed me a strip of bars and pubs and quality greasy food eateries that will be invaluable when I’m stumbling out of a club hungry. For food, I mean. Hopefully I will be replete in love.
Some random Vancouver observances: I saw someone getting arrested and then start to scream and struggle as two cops wrestled him to the ground. All under a placarded sign which read “Welcome to Vancouver”.
I spent some time before I arrived at this Internet café watching them shoot an episode of “Smallville.” I suppose, in time, I will get used to the white cube vans of bundles of cable that denote on-location shooting. For today, however, I was transfixed. I still think, despite the 40 year old curmudgeons with sweaty, wrinkled brows holding metallic tubes and pushing tumid fans looking at their surroundings with disdain, that it’s all terribly romantic and stirring. I suppose that’s a good sign.
You should read this, it’s fantastic:
http://www.pattonoswalt.com/ht/best_of_spew2005.html#020805
[Aside]I wonder if these posts are remotely interesting to anyone? I’ll try and be funny next time. I blame time constraints placed on me via being at an Internet café. Fuck you, I’m not here to impress you. Get off my back.
Damn, is it ever small. Which is okay for me – doubly so because the walls are pink, there’s a giant mirror on one side and the couch that came with the place is leopard print. I’ll be spending my year on the set of some mid-budget porn epic. I’m well on my way of adding the finishing touches of random, awkwardly placed semen stains. And I 've also purchased the Glade Plug-In "Scent of Tennage Girl Dreams Being Dashed" for the coup de grace.
Did some exploring of the area. Finally made it down to the rocky beach, sat on the bleached driftwood that litters the coast during low tide and looked at downtown. I can’t wait to take you down there. Pleasantly idyllic.
Last night I met up with Lydia – check out her art under the ‘FU’ link. She’s a friend of a friend from Taiwan than I’ve been chatting for a while over MSN and it was great to finally meet in person and have a real chat. She’s very talented and offers good dinner conversation. she’s also sweet as cherries for letting me stay in her spare room after I missed my last bus over the bridge. We walked around downtown, which I’m getting SLIGHTLY better at navigating. The part that I’m interested in exploring is relatively small so it’s not big deal really. Lydia showed me a strip of bars and pubs and quality greasy food eateries that will be invaluable when I’m stumbling out of a club hungry. For food, I mean. Hopefully I will be replete in love.
Some random Vancouver observances: I saw someone getting arrested and then start to scream and struggle as two cops wrestled him to the ground. All under a placarded sign which read “Welcome to Vancouver”.
I spent some time before I arrived at this Internet café watching them shoot an episode of “Smallville.” I suppose, in time, I will get used to the white cube vans of bundles of cable that denote on-location shooting. For today, however, I was transfixed. I still think, despite the 40 year old curmudgeons with sweaty, wrinkled brows holding metallic tubes and pushing tumid fans looking at their surroundings with disdain, that it’s all terribly romantic and stirring. I suppose that’s a good sign.
You should read this, it’s fantastic:
http://www.pattonoswalt.com/ht/best_of_spew2005.html#020805
[Aside]I wonder if these posts are remotely interesting to anyone? I’ll try and be funny next time. I blame time constraints placed on me via being at an Internet café. Fuck you, I’m not here to impress you. Get off my back.
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