With the Oscars just a few days away, I thought I’d share my picks — not just the ones who I expect to win, but the ones I would like to see walk away with the golden statue.
As well, I just decided to do the categories I wanted. Why make a prediction on Sound Editing when I know nothing about the craft? Enjoy.
Actor in a Leading Role:
Who I want to win: George Clooney
Who I think will win: Jeff Bridges Read the rest of this entry »
We all know that Views From My Basement is one of the hottest blogs online, and if you didn’t, well, now you do. But unfortunately, there is a certain group swaying my loyal followers.
Moms with their mom blogs.
Apparently, these types of blogs are the new thing — and there’s a whole litter of them. They gab about what’s usually on their minds: Sofa cushions, James Brolin, and the the ugly, single woman who lives up the block (it’s like she doesn’t even TRY to look pretty). So, they blog and other moms take a detour before they stop at The Basement. Read the rest of this entry »
If you woke up this morning to a whole bunch of new toys, appliances, and mandarin oranges wrapped up and/or stuffed in stockings, then you were visited by Santa Claus. These are the footprints we’ve come to expect from this fictitious character.
It’s because all know who Kris Kringle is. We’ve always been told he goes around the whole world in one night.
However, that’s not true. Because in Iceland, they don’t have a Santa. They have thirteen.
They’re called Yule Lads. Here is the list from Wikipedia of their names and what they do. And so you know, this is NOT a joke.
Sheep-Cote Clod
Sheep-Cote Clod: Harasses sheep, but is impaired by his stiff peg-legs.
Gully Gawk: Hides in gullies, waiting for an opportunity to sneak into the cowshed and steal milk.
Stubby: Abnormally short. Steals pans to eat the crust left on them.
Spoon-Licker Steals Þvörur (a type of a wooden spoon with a long handle – I. þvara) to lick. Is extremely thin due to malnutrition.
Pot-Scraper: Steals leftovers from pots.
Bowl-Licker: Hides under beds waiting for someone to put down their ‘askur’ (a type of bowl with a lid used instead of dishes), which he then steals.
Door-Slammer: Likes to slam doors, especially during the night. Read the rest of this entry »
We live in a time where drunk dialing and texting are quite common. We’re also in an era where we’re opening up to the idea of “bromance.” This is truly the first decade ever where society has not only encountered these two topics, but accepted them.
But, are we ready to mix the two together?
Are we ready for bromantic drunk dialing?
My answer is no. It’s impossible. The definitions of each reveal a contradiction between the two. Read the rest of this entry »
There are a few things that I am thankful for.
1) The Turner/Moen combination that I have mixed into my DNA.
2) The lack of dates in October.
3) The batteries in my trimmer which didn’t die while weedwacking through the forest that was once planted on my face.
Because of these, I feel like Jim “The Anvil” Neidhart.
This is me. Minus the man boobs... well... maybe the man boobs.
Just in the last week alone, we’ve seen the impact Twitter has had on our culture. With Miley Cyrus closing her twitter account, and Shawn Ryan, the Executive Producer of Lie To Me, tweeting the cancellation of NBC’s Southland before anyone else knew, the site has been the number one topic of conversation.
What makes this micro-blogging, social media site better than any other is that it keeps you in the loop with your favourite celebrities, people of interest, and role models. But apparently, it’s more than the celebrities can take.
The latest who has shown interest in deleting their account is Meghan McCain. Just tonight, she tweeted:
“my ‘spontaneous’ night in is my Andy Warhol biography and takeout….I’m getting old”
She then followed it up with this twitpic:
I can't make out the name of the book... but I can make out something else.
What followed were some harsh comments by a few of McCain’s followers. Within minutes, she lashed back:
“so I took a fun picture not thinking anything about what I was wearing but apparently anything other than a pantsuit I am a slut, this is
“why I have been considering deleting my twitter account, what once was fun now just seems like a vessel for harassment Read the rest of this entry »
Anyone who knows me knows that I loathe the police. In 2005 I lost my driver’s license for failing to stop at a big red octagon around 2am on a Thursday morning.
I’ll say that again. I lost my license for doing a California rolling stop.
After four months and $500 in fines (the initial $180 fine, paying off the points that this fine put on my license, and renewing it), I managed to get it back. I have so much contempt for these human beings that I respectfully refused a friend, who was applying to become a RCMP officer, to be his reference.
So, when I found this video online, I was ready to bring up that rage that still lies deep inside of me to smear this cop as much as possible.
There’s a few things here that bother me and it’s for all the wrong reasons. People are calling this cop, Officer Shwab a “fucking dick” all over the place. But somehow, I feel differently.
I sat down with a friend Tim Ady, a licensed Security Officer and Site Supervisor, to get some answers. Now, he’s not a cop, but he’s trained in subduing troublemakers and hooligans with the same techniques that Schwab used on Zach Stow.
After the initial arrest, the first thing that threw me off was when Stow said, “You don’t have to fucking put me in pain, dude.”
Brian Turner: When put into the arm bar, will it initially hurt?
Tim Ady: No. They’ll feel discomfort but not pain. When people resist, that’s when the arm bar will hurt more.
So he’s not in pain, he’s feeling discomfort. Read the rest of this entry »
