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It has come to my attention that I do not post enough. Well at least that there has been a long absence since my previous post and people (ok, Gerald) is wondering what I, The Shocker or just Karl, have been up to. So what have I been up to?
Well first off, this here blog is not abandoned. It is merely neglected. I feed the damn thing and I make sure everything is fine, but, I sorely deny showing it the love and attention it wants. It'll grow up and cry about it to a shrink. I'll end up calling it a pussy for doing so as I look at it in disapproval in a Red Foreman sort of way.
I've seen a few films. Both in theaters and on DVD format. Some were good. A few were great. Some were bad. One was bad on a whole new level.
I was a part of a film team that entered a film into the 48 Hour Film Fest. We were one of 79 teams participating in this event. It was disheartening to see our film not make the top 11 at the Gala Screenings. Especially since I felt our contribution was better than a good number of chosen top films. Whatever. What can ya do? It'll be better next time around. But I still that song Bill made is kickass.
Helped Mel & Kat move some stuff to their new abode in my neck of the woods. That's right, East Van baby. I already introduced Mel to a little place called "Wally's Burgers". Now we're just biding our time until we can all experience "Fo Bitch Ni##a" . . . err . . . "Pho Bich Nga".
Aided Jen in purchasing items at Ikea that are on her important list. Helped her in not straying from said list. Transported these Swedish-named items from Sweden Way to her house of fun. Did not assemble them. It is apparently Ryan's manly job to perform. Made Jen watch the short film I helped make for the 48 Hour Film Festival. So ask her how she truly feels about the film. (I'm so sorry Jen)
Bade Steve adieu. Yes, he is gone. He has gone off to Kelowna to help recruit students in that region to become future UBCers over at UBC Okanagan. The school has opened a new franchise and they have sent its greatest prophet to allure and entice them's people there.
Mel wanted more drunkenness that evening. So we (being me, Mel, Kat, Kristine, and Mel's buddy from London, Ontario) headed to my old stomping grounds. Gastown. Some things never change, so we did the route. We initially intended to go drink in the Cambie. The line was long as per usual. Hence, an alternative venue was sought. First, we went to the Lamplighter. It was ok. It was dead-ish. No live band playing. One question: When the hell did they install a flat screen tv? If this were the old days, it would have been stolen. Next we went to the Bourbon. Haven't been there since Jo Krack's birthday thing with the gluten and Beer Jesus. Anyway, it was crowded, loud, and a gong show. Again, as per usual for that night. It then closed early. Again. Then it was time for the Cambie. Still lively as before, but, without the line-up problem. Three words: Three liter pitcher. Another three words: Oh my gawd!
Trimblepalooza. It absolutely RAWKED my pants off. Not just figuratively. Literally. Serves me right for starting the evening with a bottle of Le Fin Du Mond. There was a private school theme in effect. So there were females dressed in schoolgirl outfits. A guy in a schoolgirl outfit. And guys in private school attire. In the spirit of the party, I adorned my high school band sweater (a cardigan to be exact) along with my costume. I was happy about: 1) learning that tallboys of Strongbow are sold at 4th & Alma (thanks Chris); 2) Gavin identified that I used a windsor knot; 3) that no one drew on me while I was passed out; 4) and most importantly that Spencer and his fellow cohorts threw such an awesome party.
I would have gone to Spark That Screams' CD release gig at The Media Club the following night. I wanted to. My mind said yes. My body screamed no after 2 consecutive evenings of drinking. I guess this is what separates me from the true fan I guess.
Got called in to the warehouse this morning. A bit of a rude awakening for me since I had soccer practice the previous evening, and I'm usually given notice the day before. I arrive before 11am. Waited a long ass time for the loading truck to arrive. It was late. It arrived at around 4pm. I did not get home till like 9pm. Whilst there, I tried driving the forklift. I nearly took out a wall. Good thing that aluminium ladder absorbed most of the impact.
When I returned home, I then went straight away to Kat's to help her retrieve her cats from Abbotsford. Note to self: Must fix talepipe and have engine checked. I mean who needs a garage to commit suicide when I can breathe in those noxious fumes during a road trip. This reminds me, I’m so sorry Kat.
And now dawn approaches and I need to sleep. I really need to sleep. So I hope you're all doing well. For those in school, good luck and enjoy Firstweek. For those not in school, enjoy yourselves, you deserve it. Hopefully, I'll wake up in time for the Spark That Screams set. Barring availability of tickets that is. Otherwise, hopefully I'll one of you at Tegan & Sara @ Dicks On Dicks.
Later Days.
End Transmission.
It has come to my attention that I do not post enough. Well at least that there has been a long absence since my previous post and people (ok, Gerald) is wondering what I, The Shocker or just Karl, have been up to. So what have I been up to?
Well first off, this here blog is not abandoned. It is merely neglected. I feed the damn thing and I make sure everything is fine, but, I sorely deny showing it the love and attention it wants. It'll grow up and cry about it to a shrink. I'll end up calling it a pussy for doing so as I look at it in disapproval in a Red Foreman sort of way.
I've seen a few films. Both in theaters and on DVD format. Some were good. A few were great. Some were bad. One was bad on a whole new level.
I was a part of a film team that entered a film into the 48 Hour Film Fest. We were one of 79 teams participating in this event. It was disheartening to see our film not make the top 11 at the Gala Screenings. Especially since I felt our contribution was better than a good number of chosen top films. Whatever. What can ya do? It'll be better next time around. But I still that song Bill made is kickass.
Helped Mel & Kat move some stuff to their new abode in my neck of the woods. That's right, East Van baby. I already introduced Mel to a little place called "Wally's Burgers". Now we're just biding our time until we can all experience "Fo Bitch Ni##a" . . . err . . . "Pho Bich Nga".
Aided Jen in purchasing items at Ikea that are on her important list. Helped her in not straying from said list. Transported these Swedish-named items from Sweden Way to her house of fun. Did not assemble them. It is apparently Ryan's manly job to perform. Made Jen watch the short film I helped make for the 48 Hour Film Festival. So ask her how she truly feels about the film. (I'm so sorry Jen)
Bade Steve adieu. Yes, he is gone. He has gone off to Kelowna to help recruit students in that region to become future UBCers over at UBC Okanagan. The school has opened a new franchise and they have sent its greatest prophet to allure and entice them's people there.
Mel wanted more drunkenness that evening. So we (being me, Mel, Kat, Kristine, and Mel's buddy from London, Ontario) headed to my old stomping grounds. Gastown. Some things never change, so we did the route. We initially intended to go drink in the Cambie. The line was long as per usual. Hence, an alternative venue was sought. First, we went to the Lamplighter. It was ok. It was dead-ish. No live band playing. One question: When the hell did they install a flat screen tv? If this were the old days, it would have been stolen. Next we went to the Bourbon. Haven't been there since Jo Krack's birthday thing with the gluten and Beer Jesus. Anyway, it was crowded, loud, and a gong show. Again, as per usual for that night. It then closed early. Again. Then it was time for the Cambie. Still lively as before, but, without the line-up problem. Three words: Three liter pitcher. Another three words: Oh my gawd!
Trimblepalooza. It absolutely RAWKED my pants off. Not just figuratively. Literally. Serves me right for starting the evening with a bottle of Le Fin Du Mond. There was a private school theme in effect. So there were females dressed in schoolgirl outfits. A guy in a schoolgirl outfit. And guys in private school attire. In the spirit of the party, I adorned my high school band sweater (a cardigan to be exact) along with my costume. I was happy about: 1) learning that tallboys of Strongbow are sold at 4th & Alma (thanks Chris); 2) Gavin identified that I used a windsor knot; 3) that no one drew on me while I was passed out; 4) and most importantly that Spencer and his fellow cohorts threw such an awesome party.
I would have gone to Spark That Screams' CD release gig at The Media Club the following night. I wanted to. My mind said yes. My body screamed no after 2 consecutive evenings of drinking. I guess this is what separates me from the true fan I guess.
Got called in to the warehouse this morning. A bit of a rude awakening for me since I had soccer practice the previous evening, and I'm usually given notice the day before. I arrive before 11am. Waited a long ass time for the loading truck to arrive. It was late. It arrived at around 4pm. I did not get home till like 9pm. Whilst there, I tried driving the forklift. I nearly took out a wall. Good thing that aluminium ladder absorbed most of the impact.
When I returned home, I then went straight away to Kat's to help her retrieve her cats from Abbotsford. Note to self: Must fix talepipe and have engine checked. I mean who needs a garage to commit suicide when I can breathe in those noxious fumes during a road trip. This reminds me, I’m so sorry Kat.
And now dawn approaches and I need to sleep. I really need to sleep. So I hope you're all doing well. For those in school, good luck and enjoy Firstweek. For those not in school, enjoy yourselves, you deserve it. Hopefully, I'll wake up in time for the Spark That Screams set. Barring availability of tickets that is. Otherwise, hopefully I'll one of you at Tegan & Sara @ Dicks On Dicks.
Later Days.
End Transmission.
posted by Shockah Karl at 6:13 a.m.
1 Comments:
i liked the film, and thanks again for helping me with my swedish task.
JC
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