December 29, 2008 @ 17:45
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Creepy Or Clever
December 29, 2008 @ 09:25
I paid a visit to Toronto Mike this morning and I noticed he offered a movie revue.
He went to see "Slumdog Millionaire" and loved it. It's one of five films I want to see over the holidays, and so far I've only seen one.
On Boxing Day night I went to see "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" starring Brad Pitt and Kate Blanchett.
It was too long but still a great film. I start to fidget in my seat as soon as I've been sitting in a theatre beyond two hours, but the extra 47 minutes to this movie were worth it.
Two hours and twenty minutes would have been perfect, but hey, what the hell.
As a rule I try to avoid anything Brad Pitt because the guy really pisses me off. Long before he hooked up with Jennifer Aniston, I considered her and Angelina Jolie my two favourite fantasy chicks.
And what does Pitts do, he tangles with both of them.
He's also fabulously rich and very good looking which adds to the distaste, but I have to admit the guy makes a good movie, even with all those horseshoes stuffed up his butt.
Anyway, I highly recommend this film which has a peculiar story line about a guy who's born old and then gets progressively younger.
I mentioned off the top there were five films I wanted to see over the holidays. The other three are "Gran Torino" with Clint Eastwood, "Valykrie" with Tom Kruz and Nixon/Frost.
There are two other films on the fringe that can probably wait till they're released on DVD.
"Yes Man" with Jim Carrey and "Marley and Me" with the aforementioned Jennifer Aniston.
Category: Show Biz
Comments We Dispute
November 8, 2008 @ 15:12
November 1, 2008 @ 12:51
The following line was written in the attached article by Andrew Chung: Trained as a lawyer at his father's alma mater, Université Laval, he has become used to the limelight over the years and has honed his skills as an adept, funny and engaging public personality.
September 9, 2008 @ 07:00
There's A Buzz In The Kawarthas
August 25, 2008 @ 10:50
I got up this morning and had to drive up Hwy. 28 to a little place called Big Cedar where I buy my fresh drinking water.
It's a neat little general store and if you look up above the counter there's an autographed picture of Ed Robertson of the Barenaked Ladies. Apparently, Ed often stops in at Big Cedar on his way to his cottage near Bancroft.
There were a few people in the store this morning and that was the subject at the cash register. Ed had crashed his plane but he had survived.
Rumour has it that Eddie has created quite the place up there. He bought a huge piece of land with a real sweet cottage on it and then to protect his privacy, he bought a whole pile of land directly across the lake so nobody else could build on it.
On the top of a nearby hill he built a landing strip for his plane. For those times when he wants to avoid weekend traffic and just fly to his cottage.
However yesterday, he wasn't using the landing strip, he was using the pontoons on his plane when he attempted to take off from Lake Baptiste and things went terribly wrong.
He couldn't get enough altitude and the plan plunged into the woods. Miraculously Ed, his wife Natalie and two friends not only survived, they walked away, and from all accounts they had no business doing that. The plane is a wreck.
It gets a guy like me, who doesn't like heights or small planes, why a guy worth millions of dollars, who's got the whole freakin' world by the tail, would want to fly around on an engine surrounded by a thin hunk of metal.
I often think the same way about Humble, except for the millions of dollars part. I've been up with Howard a couple of times in a plane, and although I full confidence in his ability, I've got to be honest, they weren't the most enjoyable times of my life.
There was something weird about sitting a studio with a guy telling fart jokes and the radio and then having that same guy pilot the plane you were flying in. It's one of those situations where you almost "don't" want to know the guy who's flying.
It was hard to get my head around having the pilot as the same guy who got on the phone with his friend "Stinky" only to make weird childish noises that made them laugh like school kids.
Although it was completely unfair and Howard handled the plane flawlessly, it still made things somewhat unsettling for someone like me who doesn't like to be too far above the earth at any given moment unless I'm in a huge jet with a couple of Gravol in me.
Anyway, all this stuff went through my mind this morning while I stood in Big Cedar and heard bits and pieces of the story about Ed Robertson crashing his plane a few miles north of where I was standing.
Eddie had a close call yesterday, and you just shudder when you think his wife was with him and what that could have meant to their children if the worst had happened.
If I'm Ed Robertson, from now on I forget about the airplanes and put up with the traffic on the 401. (yes I know, statistics probably dictate you're safer in a plane, but I like to be touching the ground.)
There was another interesting angle to this story, and one I'm sure that drives Steven Page crazy.
Every newspaper account of yesterday's incident that I've read on line today have mentioned Page's arrest for cocaine possession earlier this summer.
Turning On Tina
May 13, 2008 @ 09:50
I just went online and tried to buy some Tina Turner tickets for my wife and daughter.
But after viewing the price for the best available seats, that weren’t very good, Ticketmaster, The ACC and Tina Turner can collectively bite my clank.
The tickets were $150.00 apiece, but that wasn’t the extent of it. There was also something called a convenience charge of $14.25 a ticket, and something called a building facility charge of $1.75.
Grand total, with delivery, $337.00.
I guess I’m out of touch with reality, but that doesn’t mean I have to buy into it.
When my daughter Melanie was barely old enough to talk, Tina Turner had just released her album Private Dancer and Melanie loved it.
She used to walk around the house singing “What’s Love Got o Do With It.”
I eventually got the video of the concert and Mel would sit in front of the television set and watch it from beginning to end several times over.
So… my sweet wife Delyse thought it would be nice if she and Mel could go to the concert at the ACC in November for old time’s sake.
But it ain’t gonna happen.
I don’t know what pisses us off more. Giving a hundred and fifty to Turner, giving $14.25 to Ticketmaster, or coughing up the buck seventy five for the building facility charge.
It’s all bullshit and we’re not going to get sucked in.
Category: Show Biz
American Popularity Contest
May 1, 2008 @ 10:15
You may have noticed that I haven't mentioned American Idol on my blog this year.
I've given up on it. I gave up a few weeks ago when Michael Johns was voted off the show.
Not that I was in love with the guy, but he was so much better than a few others that I couldn't take the bullshit any more.
American Idol has become nothing more than a popularity contest for little girls who tend to vote for young cute guys long after they've proved they have no talent.
It happened last year with Sanjia, and it's happening this year with a dread locked freak named Jason Castro who probably should have been the first one one voted off. To be honest, he's got less talent than Sanjia but he's managed to weasel his way into the final four.
Only because the little girls love him.
The guy can't sing, he's got no stage presence and when the judges talk to him he sounds like he smoked half a dozen reefers before he hit the stage.
It's a joke and not worthy of my time. And it's caused a split in my family.
My wife and I used to enjoy watching American Idol together but back on April 10th I told her I couldn't take it anymore and walked out of the room. She wasn't pleased and has felt lonely every Tuesday and Wednesday night since then.
Oh how I regret that moment during my appearance on the John Derringer Show back in March when I declared that American Idol was one of my favourite shows.
What a mistake. Thank goodness I'll be able to retract it this coming Wednesday when I visit Derringer again.
Category: Show Biz
April 29, 2008 @ 09:15
How stupid is Billy Ray Cyrus. Apparently he was on set and approved the pictures of daughter Miley, taken by famed photographer Annie Leibovitz that appear in Vanity Fair magazine.
One in particular has Miley naked, draped by a sheet, suggesting she may be in bed, which has parents of America’s children up in arms.
They don’t want the star of Hannah Montana portrayed as “vamp.” It’s just no right.
Actually, there’s really nothing wrong with the photos, it’s just an over-reaction by a vocal minority of bible thumping yanks, but the Cyrus clan should have anticipated this before they agreed to the session.
Miley stands to make a billion dollars for Disney this year, which means she stands to make tens of millions. Why would you screw with that?
In the end, I guess it’s not so much the pictures as it is Miley’s age. She’s only 15.
Barely old enough to go out with Roger Clemens.
Category: Show Biz