it was a beautiful week

Went to the bank Thursday to cash a few cheques. Everything's fine. Took a bus towards work, had a bit of extra time, thought i'd stop for a bite to eat before going in. McDonalds had a good McDeal, went for that. Attempted to pay with interact, nothing. Machine said Cancelled. WTF? It was beautiful. A place full of highschool kids and here I am, they have the meal ready for once and I can't pay for it. I felt awesome. Told them i'd use the atm across the way and never went back.

Next day, walking up to work. bus drives by, HUGE puddle soaks me. Nice. Ten minutes early and smell faintly like Ottawa swamp water. Then a film master tape messes up and everything's going swell.

I think i'm going to win the lottery this week. that should make up for it.

so apparantly...

so Apparantly I suck at poker. Well, last time anyways. First round, not bad hand, not the greatest. Gets to the river and I say all in. Guy follows with me and ends up having FOUR FUCKING KINGS. I bought the beer and hadn't eaten all day so I was drunk after just a few. I'll blame that for my first round poker mishap.

Today it was beautiful outside, about +13 which was crazy! Went into work for a few hours in a room that's normally air conditioned and always COLD and for this one day that air conditioning would have seemed all right, it wasn't on. Room was frickin 30 degrees and sucked. So I left three hours later.

Starting to do some writing on a Tee Vee series Idea i've had for a while. It's about an old folks home where the old folks decide to make a great escape. So far I have an idea of the beginning, know what happens at the end and have only......roughly....22 more episodes to write and i'm done. So everything should come together by the year 2050 and i'll pass it onto my grandchildren who will use it to start a campfire the night I croak about 15 minutes before aliens publically address earth and offer any citizen a free trip to Faraway Planet where the whole planet is like a huge resort, nobody works and everything's free.

....or something like that.

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Last year in Montreal at the National Film Board.

Last year at the Oscars I spent it downtown in Ottawa at a semi-official Oscar party hosted by a girl from Trailer Park boys.....which I guess makes it not real professional at all. We did drink quite a bit, ok, many many litres of wine though in celebration of the awards and I won the prize for predicting EVERY SINGLE ACADEMY AWARD WINNER!

This year though interestingly enough, Hollywood's gone political. Politics is all about the Oscar's this year. It's quite interesting. It seems that most of the main filmmaker's today all thought, "if I can only make one more film, i'm going to give it this message," and went along with that in mind.

Though I highly believe Brokeback Mountain deserves best actor, I don't think they will get it. As I believe Paul Giamatti deserves best supporting actor...its going to George C.

Best movie of the year though....thats hard to say. Shouldn't be Brokeback because Munich was better than that.....Capote? Crash? Crash will get screenplay easy. Not best movie.

Bring Jon Stewart out. The old Academy fogies are DEPENDING on him to get them through a blockbuster-like depression in the high ranking films this year. Though the best films were all great, they all sure weren't blockbusters.

Could that be because of their political nature, or their plot? I've seen 3 of the 5 nominees for best film and I can assure anyone that those 3, at least, are amazing films.

Bruiser had a dirty moustache

So on the way to the bar Friday night we're in my friend's car, haven't started drinking yet and in the car next to us is this guy, looking over at me in the back seat (for story's sake, we'll name him Bruiser) and he's looking angry blah like he's drunk and has done 90 different kinds of drugs. Exactly 90. So he spits out his window towards our car and I start laughing at him because he looks funny. Then he stares at me like he's going to kill me and I ignore him for a bit. Down the road a bit more, their car is still beside us and the dude's starin' me down still! I look over again and give him a goofy smile and wave. At this point he spits at our car again and starts cussin' at us. I laugh my ass off and tell my friend to lock the car door. I'm not drunk yet, I don't feel like getting in a fight right now. I'm not a fighter. More of a peacemaker. My catchphrase when fights used to come up was to go up between the guys and say, "whoa whoa whoa, calm the fuck down, now shake hands or i'll fucking kill you," i'd say in a very calm, drunken sort of way and it always worked.

Gladly I didn't have to tell Bruiser that I didn't want to fight. I just ended up laughing my head off at this drunk, 90 drug induced native guy with a moustache who seemed to think opening his car door and attempt to get over to our car while both cars were in motion was a good idea. Silly guy. With my luck, he'll be at the bar tonight and i'll have to deal with him. If it is to happen though, i'll be sure to have some crazy story and moniker to make things interesting.