I have this taped to my computer at work, because I’m classy.
I have this taped to my computer at work, because I’m classy.
Things I loved about the Oscars:
- James Franco, according to Dane Cook, looked like a security guard who sees you stealing and just doesn’t care
- Best Supporting Actress dropping the F-bomb (and the look on her face when Kirk Douglas called out her name)
- the orchestra trying to play the non-actor winners off the stage. Ever notice how there are 2 hours of the award show and only 4 categories for actual actors? Play off the actors, not the people who do EVERYTHING ELSE.
- Anne Hathaway acting like, well, me, in front of about a billion people.
- making my mother laugh with my insights and Jewish mother impressions
- The King’s Speech. Enough said.
- Kirk Douglas. “You know…”
- making fun of Celine Dion
- James Franco’s grandmother. “I just saw Marky Mark!”
- Anne Hathaway’s mother. “Stand up straight, Anne. Mr Steven Spielberg is here!”
- the pretty dresses
- the ugly dresses
- being able to throw things at the TV without being escorted out of the building by security
- that the saddest part of the tribute reel was learning Celine Dion is still alive. Seriously, how did they get her to leave Vegas hidey-hole? I don’t think that woman knows where Canada is anymore, thank God. She might try to come back and live among us.
- that every Canadian film in the “foreign film” category is in French. This is why Americans think we all speak French.
- explaining to my mother that because we live in a world where Marky Mark’s film is nominated for Best Picture and Christian Bale beats out Geoffrey Rush for Best Supporting actor, we can’t have nice things. Bad things are happening, people. Someone has time-travelled to the past, changed something, and now we’re suffering the tiny consequences.
- tearing up for no real reason other than the fact that I’m elated that a person I’ve never met has had a life-long wish come true and won a little golden man.
After the show, mi madre and I made grilled cheese for dinner (because we’re classy… and the roast beef was on Saturday) and watched Letters to Juliet. Yes, I made fun of it the whole way through… still managed to somehow tear up towards the end, though.
Oscar night is a good night.
I’m a Christian. I’ve been a Christian since August 2003. Before January 2002, I believed in God, but wasn’t sure what the deal was with that Jesus guy. I didn’t get the whole “died for our sins” stuff, or that God could be down-to-earth, not stuffy and surrounded by pomp and circumstance. Between January 2002 and August 2003, I decided God just didn’t exist. He wasn’t real and he certainly didn’t give a flying frack about me. My great-grandfather had passed away, on his 97th birthday, and I was royally pissed. We were close, he and I. I had so much more to learn from him – about him, me, our family. That summer, my mum sent me to a Christian summer camp (which made me really angry), but I left there feeling like there might really be something to the God thing. He had let me venture out on my own and was letting me find my own way back.
The next year, possibly earlier in the very day I decided to follow Jesus for realsies, our counsellor read us a letter in bible study.
“It’s a love letter,” she said. “From God, to the world, about you.” Me? There are roughly 3 billion women in the world and God has an opinion about me. I was all ears.
I LOVE her smile. I LOVE her ways. I LOVE to hear her laugh. And the silly things she says and does. She brings Me great pleasure… this is how I made her. (Ps. 139:17)
I made her pretty, but not beautiful, because I know her heart, and she would be vain. I wanted her to search out her heart and to learn that it would be Me in her that would make her beautiful… and it would be Me in her that would draw friends to her. (1 Peter 3:3-5)
I made her in such a way that she would need Me. I made her a little more lonesome than she would like to be… only because I need her to lean and depend on Me. I know her heart, I know if I had not made her like this, she would go her own chosen way and forget Me… her creator. (ps. 62: 5-8)
I have given her many good and happy things…. because I love her. (ps. 34:11 and Rom 8:32)
Because I love her I have seen her broken, hurt… and the tears she has cried alone. I have cried them with her, and had a broken heart, too. (ps. 58:6)
Many times she has stumbled and fallen alone only because she would not hold My hand. So many lessons she has learned the hard way because she would not listen to my voice. (Isa. 66:2)
So many times I have sat back and sadly watched her go her merry way alone only to watch her return to My arms, sad and broken. (Isa. 66:2)
And now she is mine again…I made her and then bought her… because I LOVE her. (Rom 5:8)
I have to reshape and remold her… to renew to what I had planned for her to be. It has not been easy for her or Me. (Jer 29:11)
I want her to be conformed to My image… this goal I have set for her… because I LOVE HER! ( 2 Cor 2:14)
The CBC has a show, Being Erica, about a woman whose life is so not going the way she’d hoped and is offered a chance to rectify the regrets that got her to this point. In the pilot, she gets fired and dumped on the same day, then has a near-death allergic reaction to a Starbucks sample. In the hospital, she meets Dr Tom, a man I find unbelievably irritating in an “I’m-not-here-to-give-you-the-answers-so-figure-it-out-yourself” kind of way. Dr Tom uses quotes from the wise and well-known (as well as the ignorant and infamous) to guide Erica through her unorthodox therapy.
Erica gave Dr Tom a list of her biggest regrets. During each session, one regret is discussed and Erica – usually on the defensive – tells the good doctor off by telling him what she’d do differently. And BAM! She’s back in 1992 at her grade 11 formal to undo her regret of getting stumbling drunk and making a fool of herself in front of everyone. While Erica makes different decisions, she usually comes back to the present having achieved the same outcome – she still made a fool of herself in front of everyone at the formal – but those decisions she made in the new past shed new light on whatever situation she is in in the present. For example, the grade 11 formal situation taught her that it doesn’t matter what everyone else thinks of you as long as you’re a good friend and person. Erica humiliated herself by appearing – in her underwear – in the middle of the dance to get help for her friend suffering a seizure in the locker room. Her boyfriend dumped her, the whole school thought she was a skanky lunatic (why else would she be in her underwear if she wasn’t having sex with some guy?) but none of that mattered to her this time around because she knew her actions saved her friend’s life.
This got me thinking… After watching two seasons of Erica righting her wrongs, shouldn’t I do the same? No, I can’t travel back in time, but I can make a list of people I have wronged – My Name is Earl-style – and make good. Go for coffee with a friend I treated poorly. Own up to my mistakes in a failed friendship. Apologise to a bullied classmate…
On that note, I’d love to be on the receiving end of that apology. I realise it’s been 10+ years since I was last truly bullied, but it still means something to me to know that the people who made my life living hell for years regret their actions. I’d like to hear it from them, though, not the grapevine. I like to think that, as adults, we’ve each learned to be a big enough person to own up to the wrongs we committed at 7, 9, 12 years old. Children can be cruel and exposure to that kind of cruelty can change a person in their soul. Only by the grace of God have I been able to keep myself from being a bitter, jaded, black-hearted person, angry at the world for what happened to me. Or keep myself alive, for that matter. But that’s a different story. This is about righting wrongs I have committed, not my screwy childhood or my beliefs or what I want from other people.
While I have very honestly come to terms with many of my regrets, I want to learn something from Erica – learn from my regrets and move on from them. I don’t see the point in dwelling on what we can’t change, but I do see the point in allowing what we can’t change to enlighten us and accepting the opportunity to act differently the next time around. But just because you made a mess doesn’t mean you can’t clean it up.
Birthdays are great, aren’t they? You get to see your friends, they bring you presents or beer (or both!) and you get pie! If you’re not related to me, you probably get cake. I don’t like cake. The band is pretty cool, but the food is dry with icky icing. Since it’s someone’s birthday everyday, I’ve taken to posting these birthdays on Facebook. No more. I’m just going to post a bunch here to get it out of my system. I can’t help it — I love trivia!
1519: Catherine de’Medici, great-granddaughter of Lorenzo de’Medici (one of my favourite Italians) & wife of Henry II of France. Died 1589, 70 yrs.
1570: Guy Fawkes, British would-be executioner of the Gunpowder Plot of 5 November 1605. The plan was to detonate gunpowder below the Parliament buildings to kill King James VI (the British call him King James I, but he was Scottish and we’d had a few Jameses before him, hence the VI. So… most documents refer to him as King James I & VI. So stupid). Guy Fawkes’ face appears in V for Vendetta as V’s mask and his name is the inspiration for referring to a man as a “guy”. 5 November is Guy Fawkes Day or Bonfire Night in Great Britain. Died 31 January 1606, 35 yrs.
1743: Thomas Jefferson, 3rd President of the United States and signer of the Declaration of Independence. Died 1826, 83yrs.
1866: Butch Cassidy, my favourite outlaw. Born Robert LeRoy Parker in Beaver, Utah, Butch was the leader of the Hole in the Wall Gang and member of The Wild Bunch. He robbed trains for a living with his fellow gang-member and friend, The Sundance Kid (born Harry Longbaugh). He was delightfully portrayed in 1969’s semi-fictional biographical film, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, by the incredibly blue-eyed Paul Newman who starred alongside Robert Redford as Sundance. The two fled south to Bolivia where they are believed to have been killed in a robbery-related shootout with Bolivian police. He was immortalized again in late 2008, when I named my computer “Butch Cassidy”. Died 1908, 42yrs.
1885: Georg (György) Lukács, Hungarian Marxist philosopher named, for all intents and purposes, George Lucas. I thought it was fun…? Anyway, he looks nothing like the director. In fact, I think I know where George Lucas got all his chins from — Georg Lukács! Died 1971, 86yrs.
1899: Alfred Mosher Butts, American architect and inventor of Scrabble!! Unfortunate name, though. Died 1993, 94yrs.
1931: Jon Stone, creator of Sesame Street! Died 1997, 66yrs.
1950: Ron Perlman, actor. He played Hellboy, enough said. This one’s still kickin’, clocking in at 60 yrs old.
1974: Sergei Gonchar, Russian hockey player. Currently plays defence for the Pittsburgh Penguins. You know how much I love the Penguins…! Clearly, still alive, at 36 yrs old.
1975: Lou Bega. Yeah, Lou Bega. You remember him, his white suit and Mambo Number Five! This German-born singer is 35 today.
1976: Jonathan Brandis, that kid from Neverending Story II. Well, he became a director and screenwriter after that, and guest-starring in lots of shows I’ve never heard of. Then he kinda hung himself. Not so fun. Died 2003, 27 yrs.
On that note… Who died today in history? Let’s take a look….
814: Krum of Bulgaria. I’ve no clue who this is, but his name is Krum and he’s from Bulgaria, so clearly he’s from Harry Potter.
He’s the only “person of note” that I “noted”, so let’s move onto tomorrow, shall we?? Historic Events, here we go!!
966: Christianization of Poland!
1775: Benjamin Franklin and Benjamin Rush establish the first abolition society in North America. The “Society For The Relief of Free Negroes Unlawfully Held in Bondage” raised awareness in Philadelphia, PA.
1828: Noah Webster copyrighted the first edition of his dictionary. Back then, “muggle” and “bootylicious” were not entries.
1831: Soldiers marching on a bridge in Manchester, England, cause it to collapse. Ohhh, Manchester!
1849: Hungary declares itself independent from Austria.
1865: President Abraham Lincoln is shot in the head by John Wilkes Booth at Ford’s Theatre in Washington, DC only six days after the surrender of the Confederate army. He was the first president to be assassinated. No, Mary Todd Lincoln did not enjoy her viewing of Our American Cousin that evening. Lincoln was succeeded in the White House by Vice President Andrew Johnson.
1912: RMS Titanic hits an iceberg in the northern Atlantic at 11:40pm. I could go on forever about this beautiful ship, but I’ll keep it short and simply say that she sank in the early hours of 15 April and took 1,517 souls with her. To this day, it continues to draw treasure hunters, writers and the historically-curious.
1927: Swedish engineers introduce the first Volvo in Gothenburg, Sweden.
1958: Russian satellite Sputnik II falls from orbit after 162 days.
1969: The Academy awards the 1968 Oscar for Best Actress to both Katharine Hepburn (The Lion In Winter) and Barbara Streisand (Funny Girl).
1999: The Human Genome Project is completed with 99% of the human genome sequenced, to an accuracy of 99.99%. A genome is what’s inside DNA; it tells our DNA to give us blue eyes over brown, red hair over blonde, etc. I think. Anyway, finally sequencing it is a huge deal in the Land of Science.
Birthdays, yaaaay! Bring on the party hats!
1866: Anne Sullivan, Helen Keller’s teacher. Died 1936, 70yrs.
1941: Julie Christie, actress. You guys all know her, she was Brad Pitt’s mum in Troy; Kate Winslet’s mother, Madame Emma du Maurier, in Finding Neverland; and Madam Rosemerta in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. She’s been in loads of other films — she was HUGE in the 60s — but that’s pretty much all our generation would know. More recently, she starred in Away From Her, a Canadian film that garnered much attention and many awards (including Oscar nominations for Best Actress and Best Adapted Screenplay). Born in Chabua, Assam, British India, Julie Christie is now an exceptionally beautiful 68 years old.
1951: Andrew Lloyd Webber’s little brother. I call him this, not Julian, because it is hilarious that this is how people probably refer to him, despite his being a very accomplished and renowned cellist. Happy birthday, Andrew Lloyd Webber’s little brother! You are 59.
1977: Sarah Michelle Gellar. Buffy the Vampire Slayer is 33.
1980: Win Butler of the Canadian/American delight, Arcade Fire, is 30.
1996: Abigail Breslin, everyone’s favourite child actor. You know this adorable kid from film’s Little Miss Sunshine, No Reservations, Definitely, Maybe, and My Sister’s Keeper, and TV’s NCIS (season 2, ep. 1), and Grey’s Anatomy (season 3, ep. 3). This talented young lady is a whopping 14 years old!
Time to call Death down to the disco… (that’d make sense if you’ve seen the t-shirt I bought my brother for Christmas)
1578: James Hepburn, 4th Earl of Bothwell (b. 1534), “consort” to Mary, Queen of Scots. I quite like her… but what’s a “consort”? It’s what royalty call their spouses. It’s stupid, I know. Anyhow, Hepburn died in Denmark, where he was imprisoned by King Frederick II for one-night-stand-ing some Dano-Norwegian noblewoman one too many times. He was 44.
1759: George Frideric Handel (b. 1685), German composer. He died at 74 years old.
1941: Guillermo Kahlo (b. 1871), father of Mexican painter Frida Kahlo, 70yrs.
1995: Burl Ives (b. 1909), the narrator from the 1960s Christmas film, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, the one with the “Island of Misfit Toys” and that yeti. And Yukon Cornelius, the miner looking for “goooooooooold” and “siiiiiiiiiilverrrrrrrrrrr!”. Burl Ives is the one who sings that infernal “Silver and Gold” song, along with the rest of the songs in that movie. Why do we love it so? It’s disturbing, when you really look at it. Anyway, he was once accused of being a Communist in the 50s and that’s probably why he ended up being the snowman in Rudolph. He was 85.
Can you tell I get bored? But seriously, this is what I get excited about.
Recently, an 11-year-old boy was featured on the Q13 Fox news in Seattle because XboxLIVE has branded him a cheater.
He is autistic.
According to this article and the aforementioned Seattle news station (which is not to be confused with Fox News — this station reports on real things with real facts), this child was too adept at their games, which raised red flags at Microsoft, Xbox’s parent company. He is often able to master games in as little as three days. Convinced the boy was using “external aid”, XboxLIVE administrators tagged him. Like in real life, no one in the gaming community wants to have to play with someone an authority figure has marked a cheater. They have effectively cut off the only stable connection to our society this boy has.
Autism affects how nerves and synapses connect in the brain, altering thought processes, social capability, comprehension, and, in many cases, verbal abilities. Those with the disorder display repetitive behaviours, which can develop into skills used to excel in certain areas. Video games are an excellent example. The continual pressing of buttons appeals to their need for repetition and tapping out the combinations becomes a calming rhythm. Something like XboxLIVE opens a door, socially-speaking, into a world where the players interact with each other without visual contact or required conversation. This kind of setup is perfect for any autistic person like this child – he can interact with other people without being made uncomfortable and within the four walls of his home.
Now, Microsoft has made it nearly impossible for this boy to connect with anyone. His mother has contacted the company about the situation and their reply (all three replies, actually) was no better than an automated email. The short version is that they won’t remove the label, which shows up below his username on his gamer card online and in game forums. Administration claims this won’t affect his gaming experience because he is still able to play.
As someone with a neuro-developmental disorder (call it a learning disability if you have to — but I learn just fine), I am absolutely infuriated with Microsoft’s handling of this situation! As a human being in general, I’m shocked and appalled. The word “heartless” comes to mind, actually. The Live Team’s reply to the child’s mother implied that they couldn’t remove the “Cheater” stamp on his profile or restore his previous scores. Really?! This is Microsoft we’re talking about. An international, multi-billion dollar corporation. How can they NOT remove the label? Can they not find the “reverse label” button? Oh, wait, if it were that simple, they’d be using a Mac operating system. The admin team probably can’t find the right function in the program because it’s hidden in irrelevant menus. As for the little boy’s scores, the information has to be stored somewhere, so it’s not like they lost it. Again… Microsoft. They have backups of their backups. Those backups have backups. Their systems probably autosave every few minutes. They built the technology, so why not?
Treating a unique case such as this like it were “just another situation” is just plain gross. This kid can’t integrate socially, and XboxLIVE is putting up a roadblock on the only path he has to society. And it’s all because they refuse to, as the article puts it, “negotiate with cheaters”. Who do they think they are, the US State Department? This isn’t an act of terrorism we’re talking about here. It’s a very plain and clear case of wrongful classification. Obviously an autistic child isn’t cheating at video games, so you can relax, Xbox. Cheating is probably something that would drive him into a tantrum-like frenzy — his way of saying he disagrees with what’s happening because it doesn’t follow what he perceives to be the correct way, or his recognised way, of doing things.
In today’s world, it’s so easy for corporations such as Microsoft or Telus to treat our situations and issues with a black-and-white frame of mind. You either have problem A or problem B, which can be solved by solution 1, 2 or 3. If your issue, request or inquiry doesn’t fit into their cookie cutter, any resolution becomes a thing of dreams. Problem C has no solution; it’s not one of our choices on our automated menu. Forget talking to a real person who can listen to you and assess your situation. Unique circumstances need not apply. Machines are efficient, yes, but lack empathy and the ability to think outside the box. Give them an un-programed third option and their system shuts down, becoming useless and infuriating. Think of the last time you tried telling the Telus voice menu that your mobile doesn’t work and you don’t know why. Did it say “That must be frustrating! Let’s see if we can’t fix that for you.”? NO! It probably said “I’m sorry. Did you say ‘TV and Internet Bundling?”. Best part of my day, let me tell you.
But for Microsoft and Xbox to continue such a detrimental action is yet another ding on the warped car door that is their reputation. They’re claiming the labeling is to keep the XboxLIVE community “fun” for everyone. And everyone loves a hypocrite, am I right?
What a freaking joke. No wonder I’m a Mac.
I have an accounting assignment that I’m just not getting… I’ve tried it three or four different ways, but it’s just not working out. I worked on it for 3 hours today and have finally taken a dinner break. My aunt made butter chicken and I filled my plate and headed back down to my Bat Cave. As I was waiting for it to cool enough to eat, I cracked open Facebook and stumbled across my (dad’s) cousin Jen’s awesome blog! Reading it, I completely forgot about the plate of food under my nose. After reading her entry, I notice that only 5 minutes have gone by; it felt like 20. I also realised that, although I’d forgotten about my food, I was fully aware of its scent.
Too often, I find myself so immersed in something that I forget about the task at hand, forget about time restrictions and kick myself for it later. Tonight, it will be that I read (and posted) a blog entry instead of eating dinner and getting ready. I have 15 minutes and still need to eat and change. Yet I’m typing. I’m doing it because I have a thought in my head that I don’t want to lose.
I went to youth and had this exact conversation with someone there. It’s so easy to get wrapped up in something and miss what’s going on. When I was 12, my stepbrother had to babysit me while everyone went out. I was fully submerged in the world of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, and didn’t notice when Sterling fully picked me up and carried me into the kitchen, put a block of cheese in my hand and took me back to the couch. His friend, now a filmmaker, filmed the whole thing and played it back for me when they finally caught my attention. They had to pull the book from my hands. I had no idea where this block of cheese had come from, nor did I understand why I was eating it like that. I was 100% oblivious to being moved physically because I was so preoccupied with something else. The reason Sterling had to carry me was because I’d gotten the book 12 hours earlier and still hadn’t eaten a single thing. Our parents told him he had to get me to eat while they were out and he wasn’t about to let me starve — not sure why, but that’s a different story. The point is, I was so involved with something else that I put off something as basic and important as eating, all the while fully knowing I needed to ingest something.
I’ve decided to call this “Butter Chicken Stupor”. It applies to anything your subconscious is trying to tell you, but you ignore because you’re in that “I’m busy” haze. It’s typical Lindsay, for sure.
John, playing Scrabble on our awesome iPhones:
“I wish I could [play] ridiculous words, because I just spelled ‘FUNPILS’.” (FUN-ples)
Me: “What did you just try?” (Our app obviously tells you if your word is wrong)
“Whaddya mean ‘ZABIF’ isn’t a word?”
Waiting for the Skate Van to take us to Green Bay Bible Camp in Westbank, BC, Rachelle Rovner tells us about her fair trade jeans from India:
“Do your pants fight for justice? No? Didn’t think so. Mine do.”
In Accounting, packing up my stuff with Donny, my favourite classmate:
[Donny is continuously headbutting me in the shoulder. He pauses.]
“…. Wouldn’t it be cool if I were a rhino?”
Donny: “Hey guys, you wanna go rob a bank?”
Random Classmates: “Not today.”
Donny: “Lindsay, you wanna go rob a bank?”
Me: “No, Donny, because my daddy is a policeman and he taught me not to rob banks. It’s not my thing.”
Donny: “But I’m a RHINO! Why would you say no to a rhino?! It’s dangerous!”
Earlier tonight, John said I’d been going back and forth between 4 and 15 years old. I asked if he wanted to reword that statement. Later, he asked, badgeringly, why I hadn’t done my online practice tests for my learner’s permit; I replied that it was because he hadn’t badgered me about it. Then this happened.
John: “I thought I’d trust you to do it yourself and not badger you about it. I didn’t think you’d appreciate being badgered.” (We like the word “badger”.)
Me: “You badger me about things all the time. Especially since I’m only 4 and 15. We don’t remember shit like that at our age.”
John: “What do I badger you about?”
Me: “… Food, mostly. [as John] ‘What are you doing? Stop that. Put that down. No! Don’t put it in your mouth!’ That’s you. All the time.”
John: “Well, when you eat chunks of butter…”
Me: [hysterical peals of laughter]
John: “…When you eat chunks of butter, since you’re only 4 and 15 – and 4 and 15 year olds don’t think about the consequences of what they eat – I pretty much have to.”
Me: [still laughing hysterically, because I do, in fact, sneak chunks of butter when John's not around. What? It's delicious!]
“Water has 0 calories?! People have to be told this?! It’s fucking WATER!”
John James, reacting to a radio advertisement
“Is that a poorly constructed construction paper penis?”
Emily Ewing, on seeing a child’s art project in the gutter
Please join us next time, when more hilarious things are said.