Monthly Archives: October 2005

Explain,” said the interrogation machine…

… “Describe their cul­ture.” “They have an impor­tant cel­e­bra­tion,” said E.T., “called Hol­low Bean. Every­one carves faces in fruit squashes and dresses up in sheets.” “Who holds this cel­e­bra­tion?” “The chil­dren, who actu­ally rule the Blue Planet of Earth. They are more intel­li­gent than the older peo­ple and out­run them on bicy­cles.” The machine whirled

This weekend

Judo tour­na­ment Sat­ur­day. I won’t be com­pet­ing; I wasn’t at class for essen­tially the month of Sep­tem­ber, due to The Sid­ing Project, and I’ve also still got enough of a cold to affect my breath­ing a lit­tle. (Not enough that I notice in day-to-day life, but it’s impor­tant to breathe prop­erly when you’ve got 220

Can’t blog. Writing.

I’ve decided to enter a non-fiction con­test, and I have to have the story in the mail by Nov. 1st, so I’m kind of up against a dead­line. The theme of the con­test is “A Mem­o­rable Voy­age”; my entry, in about its sec­ond draft, is here. You’ll need a pass­word, too: it’s win­nipego­sis. Read it,

Brandon Life

The very def­i­n­i­tion of “slow news day”: Res­cued kitty feel­ing bet­ter. We went to see As You Like It, per­formed by the local 7 Ages the­atre group. I quite enjoyed it. Kath­leen, who saw it last night as well, said that the per­for­mances were much improved. The fool Touch­stone stole the show, caper­ing and danc­ing,

Bein’ sick sure sucks

Head cold. I spent the day on the couch, essen­tially, alter­nat­ing short naps with play­ing Abe’s Odd­ysee and watch­ing a cou­ple episodes of Fire­fly. The West­ern vibe of the lat­ter makes me want to say things like “Bein’ sick pow­er­ful sucks”, but I’ll try to restrain myself. And now I have to go to the

A trip to the farm

We went last week­end (the week­end after Thanks­giv­ing*) to my grand­par­ents’ farm, up by Win­nipego­sis. While we were there, Grandpa H cel­e­brated his birth­day, and we went into town to visit Grandma J, too. (My par­ents grew up about fif­teen miles from each other.) Plus my wife bought me the coolest cook­ies pos­si­ble the other day:

Sci-Fi Movies redux

So my wife went over the list of movies that John Scalzi con­sid­ers canon. Turns out she’s a big­ger nerd than me. She’s seen twenty-seven of ‘em, two more than I have. Hee hee!

My First Meme

…here, any­ways. From John Scalzi’s Rough Guide to Sci-Fi Movies, here’s the “Canon”, with the films I’ve seen in bold: The Adven­tures of Bucka­roo Ban­zai Across the 8th Dimen­sion! Akira Alien Aliens Alphav­ille Back to the Future Blade Run­ner Brazil Bride of Franken­stein Brother From Another Planet A Clock­work Orange Close Encoun­ters of the Third Kind

Reminiscences (2)

So Michaëlle Jean, our new Governor-General, is mak­ing her first offi­cial visit as the Cana­dian head of state*, and she chose Man­i­toba, my province, as her first offi­cial des­ti­na­tion. (“Travel Man­i­toba! Just like the queen-by-proxy! See the sights!”) They wel­comed her with a twenty-one-gun salute, which reminded me of an exchange I had with a

Movies

I watched Seren­ity again on Tues­day. It’s still a great film, espe­cially if you love SF. I would love to see it a third time, but I don’t know if I can jus­tify it. (Maybe I’ll just do it any­way. The hell with jus­ti­fy­ing every­thing.) My wife and I went to see Wal­lace and Gromit