i'm not a critic but...

i know good cinema when i see it (i also know good fashion, good food and good entertainment)...

hollywoodland? not really good cinema.
adrian brody did a great job - i never saw him in "the pianist" but i saw him in "the village" (thumbs down! didn't like him as a retard) and he was a believeable time traveller in "the jacket" (he really does cracked out creepy thin guy well)... but i really enjoyed his portayal as detective Luis Simo in this flick.
however, i really really do not like ben affleck. everything he touches turns to bull plop... *bull plop*!!! he over acts every role he's offered. how is he still getting work? won't someone in hollywood please, please put this man out of his misery? sigh... your serious face isn't working on me ben... hang it up and get back to what you're really good at... whatever it may be...

i like bob hoskins - although he seems type cast now... i guess that comes with age...
and robin tunney... she's got a memorable face but that seems to be all she's got going for her... i know i've seen her somewhere but where i just can't remember...
last but not least, the incomperable diane lane - she always delivers but i don't care what anyone else may think, hearing the word "cunt" come out of anyone's mouth is just not attractive. at any rate... she's got such a timelessly gorgeous face that works on so many levels. don't ever get old laney!

all in all... if you haven't seen it in the theatres, don't waste your eight bucks... wait until the dvd release... or maybe until it comes out on tv and you don't have to spend any money on it.

on another note, there's a new, star-studded movie in the line-up, and i feel like i've seen it somewhere before ... and i feel like someone already won an academy award for it... but i guess infamous is breaking new ground... cuz why else would such big names as sandra bullock, daniel craig, jeff daniels, gweneth paltrow, isabella rosalini and sigourney weaver tie their names to a copy cat... *i mean*... masterful piece of cinematography...? you tell me.

you asked for it...

so i'm finally providing it!

here he is, in all his horribly cute glory... earl.

can you tell which one he is?! hes in the middle there - between brian and some other no name floppy puppy! hi earl! hi! hey buddy!

he's got those adorable puppy eyes and he's just... SOOO cute when he wants to be actually..

he's bite-y. he likes to chew on things and bother his big brother, who actually isn't all that impressed that we've brought some fur ball into his space... see?

he looks thrilled doesn't he? he'll get over it... between bouncing out of earl's way and acting increadibly childish... he's doing aight. in that picture you get a sense of what colour our apt is... it's actually a green but it looks blue, and in different lights it looks different colours...

the green behind the kitty is the green in the bedroom... i really like it - and we have this rich brown coloured furniture that goes really well with it. the kitchen is a deep red colour. the hall ways has three chocolate brown walls and one blue that matches the livingroom so it doesn't look like a cave (thanks whittle). it's quite nice. i'd like to continue putting up little things like shelves and pictures and mirrors and stuff, to make it feel more like home, but i don't think we're going to be here that long and i don't know if i want to expend as much energy making this place homey as i would somewhere i'm comfotable living...

ah well... welcome to our crash pad.

the saga begins...

i've told you the tale of my street.

the street walkers, the resident homeless, the crazies hooting around in the park...

i'm not happy in this place. don't get me wrong, i love this city - the lights, the manic-ness, the excitement, the drunken frenzies... it's great...

but i just can't see myself staying in the ghetto for too long.

scene: outside the apartment building
foreshadowing: the puppy arrived today - cute and bumbly and adorable (yes... pictures to come)... and we needed groceries for him, the cat and ourselves. there's a 24 hour grocery store right down the street by the school - convenience and great food, what more could we ask for? so we take a nice stroll down the street to pick up the essentials.

act 1

br and i are strolling back from the grocery store, arms laden with bags of goodies for our new found family. it's a cool evening, my light jacket a little too heavy for the temp. strange people are lingering on street corners and jesus cuts us off to pan handle at a dodge ram.
br and i had been discussing the other living options in the area. we come to the park and conversation turns to the "party" happening down the street we just walked past.

me: br, don't stare.
br: i can stare if it's dark and no one can see me...
me: (pointedly) br... dont. stare.
br: that was the big boss...
me: how do you know?
br: a black guy just drove down that street in a jaguar. down that street...
me: so?
br: and there are cops outside our building.
me: outside our building?
br: yea... we should send them down there!
me: why?
br: me... a black guy, in a jaguar, smoking a white object with a cherry on the end... there has to be something... going on down there
me: what are the cops doing outside our apartment building?

but they weren't outside our building, rather they were just next door ... two cruisers and four cops with a taxi. i don't know what was going on... although i felt unsafe. there weren't any other characters out- i guess the blue and whites have a tendency to scare them off... but it doesn't make me comfortable.

i wonder what tomorrow night will bring?

he's home!

he's here! little, chubby, adorable as hell...

earl is in our house and making napoleon pissed. but it should all work out well...

pictures to come!

puppies!

i know what you're thinking... "oh my god how cute!"
and you're right! they're freakin' adorable! they're even better in person *wink wink*...

and one of them's mine...

i can't tell you which one right now because three of them look pretty much exactly alike from the front.
but it's a he and he needs a name. i'm taking submissions because i just don't know *what* to call him. ultimately the decision's br's but... a little suggestion never hurt anyone, eh?

the chronicals of me

so... folks... yes. i am here in the land that canooks love...

it's warm, it's cold, there's a tim horton's on every block and a hooker on every corner. wait... that's just my corner? only outside my apartment building, stomping around in her ugly shoes and too tight leotard?

you may ask, who are you to critique the style of a whore, but honestly. if she added a little more glitz and glamour, maybe she could move off of my block and... well... up to the other one, where people actually want to pick up sex off the side of the road. *shudder*.

so anyway. br and i went for dinner tonight and, not like home, everything is a mile and a half away and we decided to walk there and back. the food was good, the ambiance just right, the drinks strong - like i like them. you could say all in all it was a pleasant date.

we're walking back home and decide to turn down our street (on a serious tip, we aren't too pleased with the area and why take the risk? the odds may be stacked in my favour but i'm not a freakin moron. you don't invite that kind of attention... unless you're really good at kung fu and you just want to practice on some unsuspecting ignorami)... so anyway we're walking down the street and there's this huge crowd, spaning the block - a city block - and we're like... wtf? what's going on? because, when you walk past a huge crowd you immediately *must know* what's going on, because then if you don't you're not "with it"... you're an "outsider" and you won't have anything to talk about tomorrow. needless to stay we stopped and rubbernecked like the rest of them. huge crowd... can you blame us?
being the avid journalist that i am, with my mind never turning off, i decided to enlighten myself and find out just who the hell i was waiting for. limos, crowds, po-po with weapons - this has got to be big right? i ask the guy behind me and his girlfriend, who were waiting just as anxiously as we were, who the hell we were waiting for. they didn't know. but why should i have been surprised? the phenomenon is not specific to only me...

so i waited a little longer and i asked someone else. he had a tape recorder and a steely look aboutt him. this guy had to be "in the know".
"it's borat..." he says offhandedly...
"okay... but who are we waiting for?"
"borat," he says increadulously... but his increadulousness is lost on me...
"okay but like what's with all the limos? like... who's everyone waiting for?" i'm innocent people... okay? sweet?
"borat... you know,ali g?" at this point, someone else pipes up and saves this dude from ramming his tape recorder through my forehead and storming off in a brooding huff (yea.. he was brooding... attractive*puke*) ...
epiphany dawns on me in an "ooooooohhhhh...." moment... and then i'm disappointed. here i was thinking it was someone *important* ... cuz it'd be something to scream about if brangalina and the kidlings were lurking around somewhere... i'd wait in line from 3 in the morning in the freezing cold and snow to wait for *that*.

but no... it was borat. before we slinked off ourselves we overheard the brooder mention that this borat character would be arriving on a donkey. or something...

a donkey? we had to stick around for that!

and by now i guess your wondering... did he? yes. he actually did... well... he arrived *with* a donkey, sort of... standing behind him... and the crowd went wild.

apparently borat is some sort of cult figure celebrity in this crazy country... they absolutely adore him... kids were trying to scale trees just to get a glance at this unruly mustachioed mascot with his double thumbs up and smug smile.

sadly... my first celebrity sighting was of someone i don't even consider a celebrity. i'm disappointed. also, my camera batter died *right* when i was about to snap a blurry and distanced picture, and my phone camera is absolutely mentally challenged.

the next sighting better be like.. joan crawford or kathy griffan. cuz if not, i just don't know. i'll be disallusioned with the city forever.

we have arrived

yes... i am finally here in the old country of canadia... finally. it's cold people!

thanks to tw for that WONDERFUL post that almost made me tear up on my brand new hp pavilion lap top computer that i'm about to fall in love with...

napoleon is watching intently as i type this... silly kitty..

there will be plenty of stories to tell once i get my own internet set up and i stop stealing from some guy who's network name is domo demo door or something like that. can i get a virus this way? ah well... they have cvd (that's computer vanerial disease for those not in the know) protection etc now don't they?