Well, in the name of spending time watching movies with friends, I'm spreading the word...

Friends With Money at the Princess 7pm, tonight. (it's likely a chick-flick, just to pre-warn you)

Taylor, maybe they can't handle the blood and guts. sometimes one's sense of what's 'cool' is entirely different from other people, not that there's anything wrong with that. I've seen movies with horridly gory scenes that I, too, thought were cool, but others nearly puked. And I've been in the reverse, where I nearly puked too. So, you know, it can happen.


In other news, Access TV (channel 9) has the PRINCESS BRIDE on right now


thanks, Percy and Albert for the words. It's not a new feeling for me. certainly wanderlust is something I've had for years (and it gets stronger each time I travel somewhere). I fight a rather strong urge to drive out to the highway each time I hit the whitemud. I think things are just starting to come to a head because I've committed to this thing for probably 2-3 years, and it's different from an undergrad because there's so much more on me, and it's a commitment one can't get out of like taking a year off of your bachelor's, plus I've roped people in to vouching for me, and putting a mountain of faith in me. And yesterday was weird. suddenly I had my supervisors talking to me, helping me plan things, but I still was left with this feeling of missing substance. We spent four hours planning things and got as far as me burying temperature sensors in the ground, nothing much else. hopefully things will improve. I know Simon's looking out for me, so I have 1/2 of my super-crew at least!

june 6th, 2006.

666?

I did two awesome things last night:

1. I drank beer and ate deer.
2. I watched Silent Hill.

After band practice I went to my friend's parent's house. Her dad was excited to have me over because he only has 2 daughters and so there's hardly ever any guys in the house. So as soon as I walk in the door he's like "hey, here's a beer" and he promptly turns on the hockey game. It was pretty wicked. And then he barbecued deer steaks for us! Man, I never ate deer before but it was pretty tasty. We also made baked potatoes with swiss cheese and fried mushrooms, and ate bean-salad and cheese bread on the side. It was awesome.

Then we went to see Silent Hill. It was pretty good actually. But it wasn't nearly as scary as I had hoped it would be. Rather, it was mostly just "gross". But the good kind of gross that makes you go "coooooolll", so it was pretty fun visually. There were hardly any people in the theater at all, but even still I counted 6 people walking out on the movie. Man, they must be real pussies because I honestly didn't find anything scary about it. But then again, I semi-regularly have dreams that are as equally fucked up as that so maybe I'm abnormally used to that shit. If I was to compare that movie to anything, I would say it's similar to the movie "the Cell" except with better actors and a much better storyline. The reason I say this is because the Cell isn't particularly scary either, but it likewise has a lot of twisted visuals. There was this one part where this demon-girl holds up her arms and they light on fire and I was just like "my wrists are on fire". That shit cracked me up. But seriously, that movie is just fucked up enough that you should probably go see it.

Alison, it sounds like the problem you are describing requires a number of decisions. I'm not sure what's been going on but I think you have to deal with your super. You feel as if your life will be dictated from week to week. That only tells me that you've been sucked into life's pace. I say decide on what you're going to do and if you don't know where you're going with your life then make it up and happen.

Fight Alison! You're of the most intelligent people I know and I expect you to stomp on all who oppose you (figure of speech).

Sweet! I can get Brembos for my car for under $1000, front and back disc! All I need now is bigger sway bars in the front and back, A tower strut bar, and replacement for my bushings. What does this all mean to you? Nothing really, unless you happen to be in the Blue Bomber with me...

Huh... Some quandry Alison. Sometimes a person feels empty no matter how much they try to fill their lives they will always be empty. They aren't depressed or anything, sometimes that is how it is. I don't think your in this type of situation, probally just wanderlust. Get it out of your system and then plan from there.

it's funny. I haven't paid this much attention to hockey since... jr high. amazing things happen when you join a hockey pool. that and I actually picked players I like on the Oilers (something about the way Horcoff and Stoll actually put effort into their games really impresses me). but then again, they haven't been in the second round for a really long time, so maybe it shouldn't feel so uncharacteristic to be so absorbed in the sport at the moment. ... not that I'm actually all that absorbed anyway, just more than usual.



in other news, I'm having a slight problem in that I keep going away and returning to Edmonton. (Grande Prairie next week, woo) That's not really the problem, since I've decided there's nothing I can do but accept the fact that my fate will be decided week to week, typically when I'm not around to have a voice in it. My problem is this: each time I return to the city, I find myself distanced from many of it's more familiar features... almost to the point of loathing in some circumstances. And... the most disconcerting thing is that, like a homing pigeon, I want to go 'home', but I can't seem to actually get there. nothing really feels like home any more. The closest I get to that happy, fulfilled feeling of being home is while I'm walking whyte avenue, or perhaps the u of a campus. Or... when driving through the area surrounding Lac La Biche. Somehow I think there's something going on here. I mean, yeah, I've always felt that this house was my parent's house, and it's never been mine, I've never pined for it. I don't think I've actually dreamed of it either ('home' in my dreams is invariably the house I grew up in, over in Capilano). I've spent more of my life here than anywhere else and yet it just doesn't welcome me. but, coming close to where Eric sits, my financial situation doesn't really suggest that I would be capable of living elsewhere and even attempting to find a 'home.' So, most of the time, right now, I feel lost, unanchored and drifting... even though I'm not. Could this be some existential-emotional response to the lack of planning by my supervisors, or is it something else? Is my subconscious simply screaming at me to move out? fuck, I have to save money... or get happy, one or the other... in the meantime, I'll have to settle for planning and packing for the next trip out.

Ugh. Greg Millen is doing colour for the Oilers-Sharks series. Hopefully, the CHED feed magically synchronizes better this time around. Otherwise, I will not be disappointed to see Millen kidnapped à la Damon Wayans in that basketball movie.

It seems the monkey at TSN has come over to the Oilers' side. (Maggie, that is. I think Pierre "MONSTERRR!" McGuire is going with the Sharks in this one.)

I remain conflicted about this one. There isn't much to hate about the Sharks (except maybe Kyle McLaren, who is of course famous for attempting to decapitate Richard Zednik a few years ago). I also find, apart from the obvious Joey-Joe-Joe/Cheechoo/Marleau beast of course, little to fear from these Sharks. And that, paradoxically, worries me.

With Detroit, there was that everpresent sense that they were going to play like the legendary team of a few seasons ago; the one that could score at will. That constant underlying fear kept the superstitious fan from hoping for too much, lest it be taken away. (And let's face it, there were moments (or, in some cases, whole periods) where Detroit could have and probably should have taken it away.)

But San Jose is different. Unproven. To reiterate, there seems like there's less to worry about. But one worries that because there is a reasonable undeluded chance of winning this series, such a chance doesn't actually exist; that chance seems like little more than the train tunnel painted on the side of the Warner Brothers' mountain.

Clearly I have hoped for too much from this team in the past to dream big now. Intellectually, there's at least a coin-flip's chance here. But my gut says otherwise. Perhaps after Game 1 I'll be able to resurrect the swagger that caused this incarnation of myself to predict the outcome of the first round (in fine print, of course.)