Archive for February, 2007
On the way home from school this afternoon I saw a bunch of blocks closed off, fire trucks and police cars everywhere, and the odd ambulance. It was the exact area where there was a huge fire two weeks ago, and I wondered if there was some connection. (Or if maybe there was an arsonist who had it in for Asian noodle places, which are ubiquitous in my neighbourhood.) But I didn’t see any fire; rather, I smelled a gas leak.
Not ten minutes after I got home—just getting into my computer time, looking forward to doing some blogging or whatever—the power went out. I went down to the grocery store and did a shop, figuring the power might be back on when I got in, or shortly thereafter. No dice. I called Hydro-Québec who told me the power would be back on around 4:30.
I went down for a nap, and woke up around 6:30, still in the dark. I went to light some candles but realized I no longer had lighters in the house since I quit smoking, and I had no idea where the matches were, and didn’t feel like feeling around for them. I went out go get matches, also to see what was going on. The blackout was quite extensive.
The power came back on around 8:30. I can’t find any news on the gas leak on the local news websites, which is weird, but there will be a report on the 11:30 news. I wonder if the power was deliberately turned off as a safety measure. I did hear something about a big area being evacuated.
Jesus Christ. The Oscars® are already over time, and we haven’t even gotten to the dead people montage yet. I wonder if they’ll include Anna Nicole. She was in a couple of movies, after all.
Speaking of Anna Nicole, here’s the full version of that really fucked-up clown video her
freeloading, coattail-riding, hanger-on “husband”/lawyer made of her.
This is the kind of thing they put at the end of tragic biopics.
I found a couple of short clips of Montreal in 1974 and 1975 on YouTube, posted by user sandyfoote. I like that these are amateur, street-level films; you get more of an impression of what the city was really like.
Of note in the first clip is the scene in the metro. You can see the ads and metro map up on the lights above the doors and walls, instead of on the walls where they are now. Check the “X-Map” of the original metro network near the top left of this capture:
We’ll have to go through this carefully to pinpoint locations. Calling jason67!
Mommie Dearest is without a doubt the best film ever made. In a tour de force performance, Faye Dunaway channels the essence of lesbian movie star Joan Crawford more eerily than J.Z. Knight channels Ramtha. It was the role she was born to play. (Who cares if it ruined her career?) This masterpiece elevated camp to a new, unheard-of level, adorned it in classic Hollywood glamour, and gave raucous participatory audiences everywhere a use for those flimsy wire hangers you get from the dry cleaner.
Let’s mix up this truly scrumtrelescent gem of high cinematic art.
Tina! Bring me the axe!
Why can’t you give me the respect that I’m entitled to? Why can’t you treat me the way I would be treated by any stranger on the street?
Brilliant movie making to remember this Oscar Night®.
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