Wow, an actual coherent argument in support of watching "Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle"

Test Pattern, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 . . .



I know, I know. When I first saw the poster for this film I was like, "WTF? Who would make, let alone release a film like this?" Of course my query would later be answered, "by the people that brought you 'Dude Where's My Car'." While I may have heavy guilt for enjoying this film starring Mr. "Stiffler" & Mr. "Punk'd" (I'm still intrigued about the prospect of watching this film with the commentary track. I've read that it's quite hilarious.), can I honestly watch this Harold & Kumar film? As the trailers began to play in theaters and on the 'net, my interest in the film actually grew. The trailers look funny and actually make me giggle. My friends have suggested watching it drunk or on some other substances (done it before with "T3", and still that film was barely tolerable). But, I actually like my initial viewings to be straight edge. Then if further viewings are in order, I can relax.



Anyway, I stumbled upon my friend Mariko's site. I respect her opinions regarding film and television, and find writing hilarious. Also, I check it to find what to expect to watch Tuesday nights since every week a bunch of us gather to watch a double bill at their "Den of Sin". Upon my latest perusal, she wrote this. Followed immediately by a letter by "Harold and Kumar".



So on that note, is anyone interested in watching Harold and Kumar..."?



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Random thoughts about bitching about my family.

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1. Why bother working hard all your life, save, and try to live a good life when the people around you shit all over you?



2. How does bigger necessitate it being better in quality?



3. On that point, if it's using the same goddamn mattress, how the fuck is it fucking bigger?



4. If something's old and supposedly useless or what have you, then I believe I've wasted my life on the study of history and the past, which is essentially old.



5. Furthermore, if the above statement is true, what the fuck does that make of you father?



6. If throwing things away is such a good idea, then why does it always bite you in the ass eventually?



7. Continuing with the last statement, that's how I feel regarding this dichotomy between the "new" and "old" family living within this household.



8. If my uncle is supposedly better than me as he said, I guess he's infallible. Oh wait, he's not. He's one of the bigger fuck-ups I know. Physically and characteristically.



9. Why talk about headboards when there is no fucking headboard currently attached to the old bedframe?



Later Days. End Transmission.

A follow up on the return of our lord and savior "JC".

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If ya remember my last post, Jen came back. Not only was there a posse in effect, there was a sizeable tribe. Initially, the posse consisted of:



- me

- Dave

- Naf

- Sarah

- Vanessa



In addition to this core, were the likes of:



- Lianne

- Payne

- Trevor



So there we all were. Deciphering where and when Jen will arrive in this part of the airport. The old airport if you will. With this crack team, we set about the task figuring out an "ETA" and a "rendezvous point". Once we figured this all out, we realized that we had an awful lot of time to kill. So what does one do? We wandered and wandered around some more.



Random Factoids:



- the airport staff really like to line-up at Tim Horton's

- for some reason I find it fun to raise my arms and pretend to fly whilst traveling up the escalator

- those airport carts can provide an abundant amount of fun and danger

- the 7-11 has an odour reminiscent of spicy meat

- endless amazement at Payne and Dave jumping on people

- ice cream sandwiches using chocolate chip cookies and caramel is tasty

- Naf is the best inker & colourer to my crappy ghetto "Welcome Back Jen" sketch



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Fun was had by all. And then I left for the fat inducing realm of the United States the following morning.



Anyway, Neil's back in town this weekend. Today is his "Appreciation Day" at the Wolf & Hound. At least I was led to believe this. So go down there and celebrate dagnabbit.



Later Days.



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"Welcome back . . ."

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Tonight marks the return of the one and only Jen Collins. A greeting posse is in affect.



Posse so far:



- me

- Dave

- Naf

- Sarah

- Vanessa



That's one concentrated posse of fun right there.



There will be enough time for all of you to greet Jen back to the magical, mystical, and supernatural west coast of British Columbia.



So go rejoice and dip something in some Chalet sauce in her honour.

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See you all in a week or so. I'm headin' off to San Francisco for a para . . . err . . . family reunion (mother's side). If I have the opportunity, I may even update.



Later Days.



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Area 51

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51 posts? Good lord. Hmmm . . .



Random thoughts:



a) weird, another minor milestone accomplished within the span of this year



b) I obviously don't post enough. Atleast, in comparison to my peers.



I hope all of you out there enjoyed Canada Day. Whether it be within the confines of this big land of ours, or as an ex-pat in a land far far away. Hell, even if you're not a "Canadian", on this day everyone is an honorary Canadian. Think of it as not just celebrating a nation per se, but, as a celebration of a culture.



"So as they find you, and you know they're gonna come /

Ask you for your papers, and you can't give them none /

Now before the envy, now before the greed /

Before you lose track of yourself in confusion or need /

And so not to worry, and so not to fear /

If somebody asks you, you can come from here /

Displaced or abandoned, in need of a past /

You can come from here now if somebody asks."



- "You Can Come From Here", Chris Brown of the Bourbon Tabernacle Choir



Later Days.



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Happy Canada Day, eh!

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A couple of Canadian Cultural Icons.



Now go have fun ya hoser.



Later Days.



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