Not as awesomely punchy as when the unexpected Casino Royale trailer hit me in the face a few years back but damn it this is GONNA ROCK
These are from Philly though on my last day on Kooza before the teardown, I haven’t gotten around to taking pictures in Chicago yet but I had a few unprocessed ones from my blitzkrieg in Philly’s historic 9th Street Italian Market.
I’m working with new ideas of post-processing in Photoshop to liven up the colors using overlayed colors and some of the results come out pretty good but I’m still working on it.
You can see the fuller Philly set on Flickr now with added Market Street pictures by Clicking Here
The Day the Earth Stood Still, one of the greatest, if not the greatest Sci-Fi movies of all time – you don’t watch this movie for the effects, this is one you watch for brilliant content – is being remade with my man Neo no less, Keanu Reeves.
The Day the Earth Stood Still is a 2008 science fiction film, a remake of the 1951 film of the same name. Directed by Scott Derrickson and starring Keanu Reeves as Klaatu, the film updates the Cold War themes of man against man, to the New Age concerns of man against nature (Wiki)
(Poster via JoBlo.com)
A hero of mine is dead
George Carlin Has Died
A sad loss …ET breaks the news that comedian George Carlin has died from heart failure. The man who made famous the “seven words you can never say on television” passed away at 5:55 p.m. Sunday at Saint John’s Hospital in Santa Monica, his longtime publicist said. He was 71.
Carlin, who has had several heart attacks and a history of cardiac issues, went into the hospital this afternoon after complaining of heart problems.
Carlin has more than 20 comedy albums, 14 HBO specials, numerous TV and movie roles, and three best-selling books to his credit. Last year, he celebrated his 50th year in show business, and he had just finished his last HBO special in March, “It’s Bad for Ya.”
Here’s one of my favorite videos of him. Damn it George.
Fagstein the anti-blogger does a meme. So I’m definitely following up on the original idea by Patrick Lagacé.
Why I love Québec
…Has the audacity to keep their culture truckin despite being surrounded by 300 million Anglos.
Ironically I will rant in English because this blog is written in the language of Shakespeare, but I am a Québecois, yeah that’s right for your Canadians or Americans out there, that’s French Canadian. But we don’t like that phrasing, just like you politically correct constipated retards don’t like when we call ourselves Old-Stock. Yeah well you know what? You can suck it.
I’ve just about had it. Seriously. How badly have I had it? This Quebecois who’s pro federalist has now put up a Québec flag in his office window for all to see. Because you square heads have fucking pissed me off once to many.
It’s become blatantly obvious that despite all my efforts and my near perfect grasp of the English language – fuck that after travelling through most of North America, I know that I have a much better grasp of the language than most of you born to it – I’ll always be relegated to the secondary citizen level. Yet I know two languages and you know one. I’m of two cultures – one I’m born to, another imposed on me. Basically I have a better skill set than most of you but because I’m just a lowly fucking frog from Quebec, I don’t deserve the time of day.
How many times have I called Services Canada and asked for something anything and – this has been repeated so often its not funny anymore it’s simply systematic– when I get the English person who is then forced to converse with me in French I get sweet fuck all from her. No service and the phone call usually ends in frustration. I then call back and hang up until the person at the other end is clearly a Québecois and lo and behold I get everything I wanted straight away with a smile in their voice and a bag of chips. What the fuck?
Air Canada – Oh Boy. On the application form from when they hire people, for bilingual, I’m sure there’s a parentheses with the words “Don’t worry we don’t care about the quality of your French because we don’t care about our French clientele”. Again, systematically when I’ve taken a plane and I take a lot of them, 60 so far this year, on Air Canada, when the attendant does her shtick in French… all the Québecois are looking at each other wondering what fucking language the attendant is speaking because it’s so horrible we really can’t tell.
Or how about the media with stupid fucking attention whores like Jan Wong who got it all WONG when she said that Quebec Culture was responsible for creating ethnic alienation which then created mass-muderers like Kimveer Gill, Valery Fabrikant and (son of Algerian father) Marc Lepine[1]. So you know, Quebec culture is so horrible that it breeds mass murderes… for fuck sake we have poutine, it can’t be that bad.
How about blowhards who tell me that the French we speak in Québec isn’t really French. Oh Really? What fucking language do I speak then buttwipe? It only happened that the poor American slob was married to a French woman. Well there you go. Parisian snobs who can’t speak French without injecting 3 to 6 English words per sentence telling me I don’t speak French. HA!
Then there’s the Bouchard Taylor fiasco who point to the Québecois as racist. I’m the first to say that my fellow Quebecois that showed up at those commissions we’re not the sharpest pencils in the box and made me recoil and cringe in embarrassment. But such commissions will bring out the basket cases that believe the Taliban invented Islam, yeah that’s right. But these idiots aside, what the Québecois are saying is we have a distinctive and unique culture and we don’t want it diluted by anyone, we have a right to exist, that the commission is a sham and that any attempt to treat us like second class citizens even third class, as suggested that we should treat newcomers with passive deference, is unacceptable.
I feel a growing tide of anger rising again and feel like we are heading back to those days when anglos told frogs to speak white. First squarehead jackass that tells me that gets a busted knee cap.
What blows my mind is that working in the USA, we speak in French amongst ourselves and the Americans just stand there in complete awe and admiration because we are speaking French, this in the country of Freedom Fries and Freedom Toast. How come we can get along so well with the Anglos in America and not the ones in our own country? Somehow I’m glad to be working in the US so I can get away from all that bullshit for a while.
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