:( the weekend is over

I work in one of those places where everyone talks about things that should be done but no one actually does anything. So when they decided that our bulletin/magazine thingy needs more content (AFTER all the articles have gone to the layout guy)I was suckered into writing an article about Purim. Yeah, me, the atheist who couldn't give a rats ass (I would really like to meet the person that penned that one) about religious holidays - or religion for that matter - who only equates the holiday with a censored version of Halloween (like they dress up, but only as "happy nice things"), is going to write about Purim. Lovely. I'm also the newly designated editor of the bulletin, which means more work for me but also - more power! Ah ha-ha ha. Ha.

I watched the Canadian exhibition skaters this weekend. They're more laid back and so much more entertaining than the Americans are. They look like they're having a blast while the Americans are all straight faced and serious. Maybe Canadians are like the blondes of the world and have more fun. I don't mind serious skating when the skater is totally amazing and doesn't need the crutch of tricks and hand clapping to engage the audience. I was impressed to learn that Jeff Buttle has choreographed his piece that day, every move matching the music, even though it was to a Coldplay song.

I also bought and watched Gus Van Sant's Last Days, which was predictably impressive. (Also predictable was Chris's reaction to immediately go out and buy it as well because he was SO jealous that I bought it for $16.99) I say predictably because after seeing Gerry and Elephant, it seems he is interested in making good films again after the long hiatus he took when he made Good Will Hunting, which spiraled into several years of crap with Psycho and Finding Forrester. He probably needed the cash. If that's the case, expect another dark age of Van Sant stinkers because the production of Last Days clearly needed more money for dolly track. I'm referring to the complicated maneuvering techniques of removing the dolly track that the camera had passed over already and replacing/realigning it on the other end before the camera makes it there. Maybe they just didn't ask for enough on the equipment list and realized it way to late. Or maybe some dumb P.A. left a piece of track in the bushes somewhere, cause God knows shit is always left behind...

And oh I finally witnessed the first appearance of Towelie.

"Wanna Get High?"