Merriment

28 12 2003

First off sorry for the depressing post earlier. Clearly I was a behind with my holiday spirit. I had and am having a wonderful holiday. Sharing some good times with my family and blatently overloading my body with a barrage of holiday hors d’oeuvres.
Really it is amazing the quantity and variety of food I have been indulging in. Besides the most excellent holiday meal itself I spent the day snacking on whatever and everything around. Crackers with at least five different cheeses, assorted nitrates and condiments. Cookies, assorted baked goods, chocolates, chips with my Dad’s famous shrimp dip and of course turkey sammiches.
We tried to compensate by using strictly raw vegetables for boxing day dinner. Platters of veggies and dip. Yummy and good for you too. We ate all night. My brother asked if I had named my tape worm. I told him I was in training.

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Well here we are.

25 12 2003

Merry Christmas and to all a Happy Holidays.
I’ve had an interesting Christmas. Lots of primo time with the fam-damily, but I’m a little off. A little quiet, a little snappy. I’ve had a couple little things hovering around in me wee brain lately but nothing a good day infront of the tree shouldn’t fix, but it didn’t.
My brother is home from Californina. Sweet. My sister and her new b/f are in from Vancouver. Sweet and cool. Get to spend Christmas with my Mum and Pseudo Step Mom, also cool. Just in a holiday funk I guess. I feel sorry for the rest of the group because I don’t want to bring them down. Bah. I don’t mean to make this sound so damn depressing. I am having a great time, I just wish a few little things had gone differently I suppose. Like sleep, that would have been good.
Many people I have spoken with recently have shared my own sentiment. I don’t have time for people who don’t have time for me. I guess that is what it comes down to. With that said, I think I just realized something. I am having a great Christmas! Yus!
The pile under the Christmas tree was just obscene this year. Freakishly huge. Well I just wanted to wish everyone a merry christmas and hope everyone is having a good day whatever they may be doing. I’m off to try and squeeze in a nap and then load up on tryptophan!
ps: Don’t forget to wish Jesus a happy birthday ;P





Happy Holidays!

22 12 2003

(Please note: Holidays is without the ‘ apostrophe)
This just in; Blog output is down this quarter, and just in case I don’t get to see everyone over the next week or so have a great non-denominational holiday season!





observation #457

21 12 2003

Amazing the number of cars that are in a parkade at 3:30 in the morning.





Romans don’t wear watches.

18 12 2003

Fellowship of the Nitpickers.
A Web site traces Peter Jackson’s every step—and misstep in Newsweeks Dec. 1 issue – It ain’t easy making movies. Tiny blunders—the kind normal folks don’t notice—get made all the time. But nothing escapes the hawks at moviemistakes.com. For kicks, NEWSWEEK ran the site’s best catches past Peter Jackson to get his side of the screw-up.
‘THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE RING’
Blunder No. 1:“During the scene with Sam and Frodo in the field with a scarecrow, you can plainly see a car cruising past in the distance, from left to right.”
Jackson: We actually didn’t know about the car until we were cutting the movie. The smoke [from the exhaust] and dust wasn’t so bad because there was already lots of it around, but the bloody windshield was reflecting the sun back into the camera lens. So we erased it for the DVD. I think some people were upset because they tried to show it to their friends and it was gone.
Blunder No. 2:“While Arwen is carrying Frodo to the Ford, a close-up of his face shows his eyes and mouth covered in a green, pus-type substance. Moments later, his face is clean.”
Jackson: Yeah, we started with the pus and then we got just a bit revolted by it. So we eased back on the pus. We didn’t think Elijah looked very good with pus.
Blunder No. 3: “When Arwen and Frodo are being chased on horseback by the Ringwraiths, the soundtrack to the scene is a cantering horse. A canter is three beats, whereas a gallop—which is what the horses on screen are doing—is four very fast beats that often sound like a single beat.”
Jackson: I should’ve—well, it’s too late to fire anyone. The damage has been done.
Blunder No. 4: “When the hobbits enter Bree, there’s a distance shot from above in which the principal actors have clearly been replaced by shorter doubles. Also, the sizes of the doubles are completely wrong. The last hobbit into Bree is really, really fat—and he isn’t even the double for Sam, who’s the stockiest of the hobbits. It’s actually Merry, who’s very thin.”
Jackson: [ Giggles ] It’s true. There are definitely little doubles in that shot, and we did have four standard hobbits who were all about four feet high. So if you’re really paying attention, there are shots where you can sense that someone’s body shape is suddenly slightly different.
Blunder No. 5: “During the scene in which the hobbits ask Strider where he’s taking them, he answers, ‘Into the wild.’ A second later, as Viggo Mortensen walks past the camera, the bow he carries on his back bumps into the camera, nudging the screen a bit.”
Jackson: It does, yeah. But it was the best take. We did three or four takes, and for various reasons his movement past the camera just wasn’t as dynamic. So I chose the one that has a little bit of a bump. I was just hoping people wouldn’t notice. [ Laughs ] This is fun.
‘THE TWO TOWERS’
Blunder No. 1: “As people are fleeing Edoras, there are many shots of Eowyn—and in all of them, her hairstyle is different.”
Jackson: [ Laughs ] That shouldn’t be! Maybe it was the wind. It was really windy there.
Blunder No. 2: “The Uruk-hai are these huge, ferocious, twisted, unbelievably strong warriors—and yet the hobbits keep laying them out by tossing rocks at them.”
Jackson: In the books, hobbits are renowned for stone-throwing, so I guess if you’re going to rely on somebody to bring down an Uruk-hai with a stone, it’d be a hobbit.
Blunder No. 3: “When Saruman is talking to Sauron through the palantir, his lips aren’t moving.”
Jackson: Well, that’s because he’s engaged in a psychic session. That was deliberate.

Blunder No. 4:
“In shots of Fangorn Forest from a distance, it’s an evergreen forest. Seen from up close or inside, it’s a deciduous forest.”
Jackson: Wow. Well, when you see it from the outside, it’s a real beech forest on the South Island of New Zealand. But seen from the inside, it’s a miniature forest that we built. [ Pause ] You’ve got pages and pages there. And those are all mistakes they’ve spotted?
© 2003 Newsweek, Inc.





Tuesday 2:10am

16 12 2003

Is it technically insomnia? I doubt it. More like irregular sleep patterns. I guess that would be sleep pattern without the ‘s’ (ess). Really I guess we have multiple sleep patterns but it would be possible to only use one at a time yes? Regardless, it is now 2:12am and I am still awake. Unable to fall asleep as easily as I have been accustomed to. I guess I have been pretty lucky really. Able to steal a kip whenever I would like. One theory might be that if you physically use your body it is willing to get some rest whenever it can. Whatever the reason really and with exception of a handful of times I have been able to virtually fall asleep at will.
When living in Whistler I would catch a catnap on the chairlift. That’s right, a few minutes of sleep hanging 40 to 90 feet in the air without being secured to the lift. Sometimes I would fall asleep sitting up, or if I had the luxury of being the only person on a high speed quad I would lay down. I got quite good at falling asleep on the 6 inch ledge inside the gondola too. Taking a nap in the engine room on coffee break was not unheard of either. An easy ‘body shut down’ and ‘body wake up’ command was all it took. Sometimes it seemed like the body and brain would work independently from one another. For example I could rest the brain while my body balanced on a stool. Or conversely my body could take a good break while my brain went on standby and waited for the radio call telling me it was clear to lock down for the night.
Sometimes I would be nearly dependent on these power naps as my nightly sleeps weren’t long enough to fully recharge. I remember one morning going for breakfast with a fellow employee resulted in me waking up in a busy restaurant.
Back then I would have to be at work at 5:30am as I was one of three people who started mountain operations for the day. I would drive a snowmobile halfway up Whistler Mtn. while another operator and the head ski patrol avalanche surveyor would take two other sleds to the top. With the one operator at the top of the gondola and another ‘guarding’ the bottom I would start the 26 million dollar lift and send a pod of 5 gondolas to the bottom to pick up staff. What you may not know is that every night 156 gondolas are taken off the lift and stored in a massive heated garage under the main lift building mid-mountain. This is done to prevent the gondolas from being damaged by overnight freezing temperatures and storms. Of course every morning it was my job to put them back on.
After I performed safety checks throughout the main building and the operators at the top and bottom had done their respective checks this pod was sent down the line to pick up the first wave of many staff. I would receive a crew to help me load the entire line of 156 gondolas and some more ski patrol and restaurant staff would make their way through the station and continue on to the top. After being at work for 3 hours and completing some mentally and physically intense tasks, it was time for the first break of the day. Sometimes you don’t have time for breakfast at 5 o’clock in the morning before heading into work and even if you did you were often hungry again by this point.
One morning I headed to breakfast with my friend Paul. (Small Paul not Scottish Paul or Roomate Paul) We went down to the village and ate breakfast at Pete’s Underground. As you may imagine Pete’s Underground was just that; Underground. It was in the lower level of a hotel and had no windows. We sat down for breakfast at a table against the wall. After eating I slumped to my side on the bench and mocked falling asleep. Well guess what? I did fall asleep and for some time too. Paul, being the comedian that he is, got up and left without waking me up. I woke up a good hour later to a full restaurant! I can’t even remember if he paid or if he made me pay. The waitress either didn’t see me back against the wall or was thinking this was pretty funny too.
All I remember being worried about was getting back to work. The mountain would have been open and all the managers and bosses would have been there by now. It has been over ten years and I still can picture Paul giggling behind the glass of the control room as I stepped off the gondola at mid-station. He had worked with me for a good while and had everything well under control. He just plain let me sleep while he went back to work.
Well here I have rambled, not knowing where my fingers would take me when I sat down to type. My room is illuminated only by the glow of my monitor and the silly moth that has been sharing it with me. Walking back and forth across these very words on your screen. I am by and large unfamiliar with restlessness at night. This is not to say I haven’t laid in bed unable to sleep before. I have been robbed of rest from a terrible cold or flu, torn tendons have kept me awake, and unfortunately so has a broken heart. Yet this has happened to me only once or twice before for no reason at all. Well no reason at all that I know of. Perhaps my brain is whirring away at some immeasurable speed, or my sleeping in from the morning before has yielded a surplus of rest.
Regardless, I have exhausted an hour with typing and am eager to give my bed another try. I am neither bothered nor complacent about this whole thing. I think it comes down to the fact I would rather have gone to bed earlier so I can wake up at a reasonable time well rested. What if I wake up early and am well rested as well? Then I guess I’ll have nothing to complain about. Am I a control freak or a creature of habit?





Oh Lenny

15 12 2003

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Whut?!