Kind Words

So last night I am struggling to get my final paper done. That last minute stress of trying to finish! That feeling of knowing that once you get this ONE thing done you are free (well, almost). But I was stuck. So in a moment of pure panic I sent out a random call for kind words to my messenger contacts in the hopes of restoring my faith in me and spur me on to complete the task. My wonderful responses are below ... thanks you guys for making my life grand. (btw ... paper is done - 9 full pages. I rule!)

you are a lovely friend with an ever amazing collection of footwear! – Justin

you bleep a mean bleep – Matt

you are the smartest person I know. If it wasn't for your support....I never would have passed my last year......everything you write sounds beautiful. that is why I read your blog.......because you write so well! It always amazes me that I know the girl that writes this stuff! - Beth

you can DOOOOOOOOO it .. you DO have more to say! there ARE more ideas to discuss!!!! there's even MORE insight to add! - Nancy

hahaha!!! someting nice..... you have an absolutely amazing talent to put whatever it is that you are thinking into eloquent words. so you will have absolutely no problem getting your paper done... and doing very well on it!!!! - Diane

One Word

Because I am having an absolutely horrible case of the Novembers, I needed a diversion post. Thankfully Kat and Steph offered up this one as good choice.
You.
Can.
Only.
Type.
One.
Word.
No.
Explanations.

1. Yourself: Frustrated
2. Your boyfriend/girlfriend (spouse): Non-Existent
3. Your hair: Messy
4. Your mother: Wonderful
5. Your father: Absent
6. Your Favorite Item: Camera
7. Your dream last night: Homework
8. Your Favorite drink: Rye
9. Your Dream Car: Porsche
10. The room you are in: Basement
11. Your Ex: Inspiring
12. Your fear: Rejection
13. What you want to be in 10 years? Settled
14. Who you hung out with last night? Myself
15. What You're Not? Stress-free
16. Muffins: Tasty
17. One of Your Wish List Items: Love
18. Time: Flying
19. The Last Thing You Did: Sleep
20. What You Are Wearing: Pyjamas
21. Your Favorite Weather: Cool
22. Your Favorite Book: BraveNewWorld
23. The Last Thing You Ate: Popcorn
24. Your Life: Confusing
25. Your Mood: Tired
26. Your best friend: Amazing
27. What are you thinking about right now? School
28. Your car: Reliant
29. What are you doing at the moment? Procrastinating
30. Your summer: Great
31. Your relationship status: Me
32. What is on your TV? DVDs
33. What is the weather like? Chilly
34. When is the last time you laughed? Sunday

Casino Royale -movie review

The new James Bond franchise has arrived with a blue-eyed blond in the title role. That very statement feels counter-intuitive to most Bond fans. And I admit, when Daniel Craig was announced as the next double-O (over my preferred tall & dark Clive Owen) I was not completely sold on the idea. Further, as the previous offering (Die Another Day) was a bloated and gadget-happy endeavour I wasn't very excited for this one. However, repeated exposure to the trailer inspired my interest. And I am happy to report that I can eat my words on all counts!

Casino Royale is an amazing film. It is kinetic, engrossing and sexy as hell! Craig brings a new level of hotness to the franchise built on a physicality that has been missing. He also mixes his magnetism with a playfulness that few women would resist. And the blue eyes? These are showcased to spectacular effect. All of these elements are released in full force from the beginning and don't let up for 2-plus hours.

Based on the first book of the series, Royale is built on a solid Fleming foundation and it shows. The plot is tighter than previous offerings and has been cleanly updated for the new millenium (although an early Cold War quip my M notes the history). This time around, Bond has just earned his OO7 status and is still coming to terms with his license to kill. He is brash, impulsive and aggressive. He is cabapble of running down a target through a construction zone to demolish an embassy. He can jet to the Bahamas and gamble a man out of his car, his wife and his life in under a day. He can (almost) save himself from a heart attack. He can fall madly in love with a dazzling Vesper (Eva Green) and name a drink after her. And he can kick butt with lethal intensity and detachment until the moment when even his butt is exposed. And all of it is done with style. And by the time the Bond theme is playing over the credits you cannot help but be converted to this new brand of Bond.

All I Want for Christmas...

Another holidy season is fast approaching. This year I've realized that there are not many things that I want this year. I know I don't NEED anything so it makes this least seem materialistic and selfish but I can't help it. So, I have constructed the following list of little wants for this year. The list is highly populated with DVDs - cause really? - I need the distraction form than anything else sometimes.

Things carried over from last year...
- a memory key
- a Herb Ritts "Supermodels" poster print
- subscriptions to "The Economist" & "Harvard Business Review"
- a pair of black leather gloves (6.5/7)
- ORIGINAL TRILOGY Star Wars Monopoly
- any book by John Ralston Saul

New Requests...
- a craft cutting board about 11X14 (they are green)
- a big, beautiful ATLAS of the world

Things on DVD...
- Toy Story
- Out of Sight, The Usual Suspects, Fight Club (special edition), Heat
- Season 5 of "Angel"
- Seasons of "Coupling"
- Seasons of "Arrested Development"
- Seasons of "Futurama"
- Seasons of "Felicity"

Things loved anytime...
- massages, pedicures and facials
- box(es) of After Eight chocolates
- Winners, Old Navy, Reitmans Gift Certificates
- Hugs and Love
- Good health for my family and friends

... 2005 ...

Men and Women Friends

Harry Burns: You realize of course that we could never be friends.
Sally Albright: Why not?
Harry Burns: What I'm saying is - and this is not a come-on in any way, shape or form - is that men and women can't be friends because the sex part always gets in the way.
Sally Albright: That's not true. I have a number of men friends and there is no sex involved.
Harry Burns: No you don't.
Sally Albright: Yes I do.
Harry Burns: No you don't.
Sally Albright: Yes I do.
Harry Burns: You only think you do.
Sally Albright: You say I'm having sex with these men without my knowledge?
Harry Burns: No, what I'm saying is they all WANT to have sex with you.
Sally Albright: They do not.
Harry Burns: Do too.
Sally Albright: They do not.
Harry Burns: Do too.
Sally Albright: How do you know?
Harry Burns: Because no man can be friends with a woman that he finds attractive. He always wants to have sex with her.
Sally Albright: So, you're saying that a man can be friends with a woman he finds unattractive?
Harry Burns: No. You pretty much want to nail 'em too.
Sally Albright: What if THEY don't want to have sex with YOU?
Harry Burns: Doesn't matter because the sex thing is already out there so the friendship is ultimately doomed and that is the end of the story.
Sally Albright: Well, I guess we're not going to be friends then.
Harry Burns: I guess not.
Sally Albright: That's too bad. You were the only person I knew in New York.

It has been 17 years since Harry told Sally this "truth". Has anything changed? I would have to say yes and no. Throughout my life I have had some wonderful guy friends (my recent crew topping the list). However, I must admit a consistent theme of platonic-plus episodes along the way. So I think my mental jury is still out on Harry's generalization. But it is still one of the greatest exchanges in romantic comedy history.

Another Grey Down

Grey Cup has come and gone again. Thanks to Ash another fantastic BBQ & drinkfest out on the Shore Road. Admittedly, I was in much worse shape this year than last. I know from the pictures I took that much tasty food was served but I never got around to enjoying it (in spite of Sean's suggestions!) Rather I limited myself to a steady diet of rye and coke. I never seem to learn. Upon inspection the morning after, Ash and I could not really believe how much rye we managed to consume. Still, we had an obligation to give it all to the Grey Cup drinking game and that we did! In the end, it was another great year with great people. So cheers on that!

Oh yeah - the game ... not too bad. Although you gotta hate McCallum for making it essentially a field goal match (and for being the cause of MOST of the drinking!) And although I had been assigned Montreal, I am rather pleased that the Lions managed to win this one. Dickenson finally gets his due. And now that the season is over - I may finally get around to being productive on the weekends!
... Grey Cup 2005 ...

The East East Coast

I spent two days in Newfoundland this weekend. Thanks to may ever-amazing job, I was sent back to the Rock to do some training with our field staff there. This part of my work has become one of my favourite things and it has allowed me to see more of the Atlantic provinces then I would ever have imagined in a short time.

This time around I was on the east side of the island in the capital city of St. John's. First off, I have say how GREAT that city happens to be. It is small and quaint and busy and lively. All of the houses run in coloured rows right up to the street - no yards. The streets twist and connect with complete randomness. The restaurants are great and George street is quite the piece of real estate. (Sadly, I missed my opportunity it get "screeched in" as MUN pub crawls were keeping the taverns busy! - oh well, next visit.)

My favourite part of the trip my visit to Cape Spear this afternoon. On a clear, sunny, unseasonably warm (20 degrees!) November day I got to hang out on Canada's most eastern point. Thanks to a wind that could almost lift you off the ground, the view was gorgeous. The waves slammed into the point. The sun glowed above the lighthouse. There was a moment when I was completely alone and it was amazing

Angelina Jolie's Deformity

OK - I have found it! I have found the "flaw" in Angelina Jolie's body. Yes, you read it here - a FLAW! It is a little thing that can only be revealed when you strip away the trappings of celebrity presentation. Now don't get me wrong. I did not go looking for a blemish on Ms. Jolie. I, like almost every other warm-blooded person on the planet, happen to think she is beyond beautiful. Even more so when just being her "casual" self. But she is not perfect. She has ... are you ready for it? ... Hammer Toes!

This is when you go - What the hell are Hammer Toes?
Well, they are a product of the very stylishness that Angelina has mastered. According to the American Academy of Orthopaedic Surgeons ... "A hammer toe is a deformity of the second, third or fourth toes. In this condition, the toe is bent at the middle joint, so that it resembles a hammer." High heels are the common culprit in creating hammer toes for women. And as evidenced above, Angelina has a text book case.

"If the toe is bent and held in one position long enough, the muscles tighten and cannot stretch out. A higher heel forces the foot down and squishes the toes against the shoe, increasing the pressure and the bend in the toe. Eventually, the toe muscles become unable to straighten the toe, even when there is no confining shoe." As she may look extremely lovely in her T-shirt & jeans you can notice that her toes are not as relaxed. They are stuck, bent, deformed. Not a major concern, to be sure, but a small balancing point in the cosmic scales of beauty distribution nonetheless.