Video killed the radio starSo I suppose one can say that DVD killed video tape. But not completely.
I was listening to the radio as I drove around the other day when the DJ mentions how he doesn't even know how to program a vcr (because it's rocket science right?) and he goes on to mention how '...who uses their vcr's now a days anyways?". Ah, well I do. The first thing I do in the morning is go online, check out what the TV scedule is, then program 2 or maybe 3 (depending of there's a game on)vcr's. As you read this I have a stack of tapes of programs from this season that I haven't viewed yet. In fact, in some cases I can't go home flip on the TV and start watching one of my favorite programs because I'm 2-3 episodes behind. If anyone misses an episode of one of their favorite shows just give me a call I probably have it...somewhere. Unpacking my stuff from my latest move I came across some unmarked tapes. I quickly figured out that they were the last 4-5 episodes of Paradise Hotel that I haven't watched. Wasn't that like 3-4 years ago? And I still don't know who won.
During my last move I contemplated throwing out a video collection that I don't even watch. Slowly most of the movies have been repaced by DVD. But some of my collection is rare, some I wouldn't bother to buy on DVD, and basically video movies pretty much have no value anymore. They take up space, more personal value then actual value, don't watch them...I'll probably end up tossing out most of them.
A few reviews (hopefully no spoilers):
Porno. I finally finished the second book of the Trainspotting series. For the most part it was shite. Where the first book was a collection of short stories, each of which was clever and interesting the second book was a short story that was 50% fluff. Imagine a 400 page short? Basically the first half of the book was to set up the fact that the main character of this book, Simon 'Sick Boy' Williamson, was a bastard. Over and over again...ok he's a bastard...move on already. Equally the storey line arc of 'Spud' Mackenzie was pure fluff and pointless. I trudged thru the first half of the book in about a month. The second half was actually quite good and took me like a week. Over all I like the book only because it advanced the storey of the first book, and the storey arcs of Francis Begbie and Renton fueled the second half. Plot was pretty predictable.
OC season 2. I recently purchased the series on DVD and I'm liking it the second time around. When it was current last year I remember only truly enjoying a few of the episodes. On a side note, I'm loving season 3 as much as I loved season 1.
Veronica Mars season 1. On the strength of what I've seen of season 2, I went out and purchased season 1 on DVD. I freakin love it. I can see why my cousins raved about it all of last year. I'm only about 7 episodes in. I'm thinking Kristin Bell is going on my list.
Mitch Robbins: It's nothing to be ashamed of--I had the same problem.
Phil Berquist: Didn't you feel stupid; I mean, didn't you feel . . . inadequate?
Mitch Robbins: Yeah, for a while, but then I overcame it. Can I explain it to you again? I mean now promise me you won't get upset.
Phil Berquist: O.K.; it's not gonna to do any good.
Mitch Robbins: O.K., if you want to watch one show but record another show at the same time, the television set does not have to be on channel 3.
Phil Berquist: Yeah it does.
Mitch Robbins: No it doesn't.
Phil Berquist: It does.
Mitch Robbins: No, if you're watching what you're recording, then it has to be on 3.
Phil Berquist: What . . . the TV or . . . or the machine?
Mitch Robbins: The TV.
Phil Berquist: You're saying I can record something I'm not even watching?
Mitch Robbins: Yes, that's the point. You don't even need a TV to record.
Phil Berquist: How would I see it?
Mitch Robbins: Well to see it you need a TV.
Ed Furillo: Shut up! Just shut up! He doesn't get it! He'll never get it! It's been 4 hours! The cows can tape something by now! Forget about it please!
Phil Berquist: How do you do the clock?
Ed Furillo: You're dead. You are dead.
Rhoel.
So what will kill the DVD?
Here I am......rock me like a hurricane.
I suppose that's bad humour considering how mother nature has wiped the whole south east america off the map. When I think about the usual run of things I figure I'm safely hidden in the forgotten corner of North America where nothing much happens. It doesn't really get very hot in the summer and it doesn't really get very cold. If there's a heat wave, I stay in for a few days. If it snows, I stay in for a few days. There are very few times I've been scared for my life. Now imagine if hurricanes and tornados or monsoons were one of the four seasons.
When I was young I was scared of almost everything. Spiders. The dark. Onions. And I suppose a lot of those fears stemmed from the unknown. And as one grows older those fears seem to subside, thou I can only eat onions if they're battered or sautayed and well cooked. In fact I think I would kick ass in the show 'Fear Factor' because I'm not afraid of anything...except that gross shite they eat. I have a weak stomach, I can't even eat liver without the barf reflex. (nervous relex action is a misnomer, because I'm not nervous at all about barfing. Only slightly embarrassed)
Things I'm afraid of:
-Monsters.
-I'm afraid of my nephew hurting himself. Actually any small child hurting themselves. Whenever I see some small child in what I consider a dangerous situation I usually get weird looks from their parents. I think little kids should be born with goggles, little hockey helmets and tiny suits of armour. Thou that might suck for the mom at the time of birth.
-Sharks. A wetsuit isn't gonna block out the most successful eating machine in history. Once in Hawaii, I almost had a heart attack when I saw a big grey turtle surface right beside me. I swear I saw a big black eye for a second. Actually anything that can eat me.
-Unsecured doors and windows.
About 6ish years ago we went on tour to Campbell River. Me and Marc A. were staying with this nice family and on our way home they told us how it was so safe that they didn't even lock their car doors or house doors at night. At 10 at night we saw little 5 year olds walking to the store hand in hand with their little flashlights. That night even thou I was exhausted and nervous about the show the next day, I couldn't sleep. At like 4 in the morning I went for a glass of water. In the kitchen I noticed the door lock unlocked. The moment I locked it I felt immediately better. Walking around the house I locked the remaining doors and fell asleep moments later.
Isn't it weird that ppl are afraid of heights and not afraid of speed? It must go back to our tree swinging days. Logically speed is more likely to mess you up. Actually my lack of fear of heights kinda concerns me. As a child I wondered why ppl freaked out when they saw me sitting on the edge of a 3 story complex or climbing a tall ass tree. I still felt that little tingle of fear, but it sorta thrilled me more than anything.
When I was a about 10 I walked into my aunts house in Seattle and I heard some crying and blubbering. I looked up and saw my brother and uncle hanging my cousin Francis off the balcony by the ankles. Apparently he was being disciplined. Francis was very well behaved from that point forward.
Now that I've moved I can say that there was a ghost living in my room of my last house. And he was a mischievous mofo. The first time I noticed a ghostly happening was when I was living in my house on the other side of HWY 1 near Fraser Heights. That scared me (a storey for another day), but the second time around wasn't so scary. My last house I saw the ghost maybe twice before. Then one night I woke up with the sensation that someone was chocking me and holding me down. I panicked at first till I realized that I could still breath. So I just went back to sleep. It happened once again, but this time there wasn't any panicky sensation and I just ignored it. He left me alone after that.
This one time I was scared for a short while when I thought I was a dad.
The only time that I can remember being scared for my life was when I was in the back of a jeep doing about 150 kph on a narrow jeep trail a few hours into the bush. Sheer cliff straight up on my left, sheer cliff straight down on my right. My brother was forced to flip the jeep so we didn't drive off the cliff as we missed the bridge ahead while we were in a power slide. I honestly thought that was the end of me. Oddly enough I didn't see my life flash before me eyes. With the jeep on it's side after 2.75 flips me, my bro and cousin Mo stared jumping up and down hi fiving each other. Then we stared gathering and shot-gunning all the beers squirting about.
It's been a while since I've been scared. I kinda miss it. But I should be careful for what I wish for since Vancouver is on the ring of fire and is about 100 yrs over due for a massive quake. Rhoel.
Home is where the heart is......so I guess home is in my chest cavity.
My whole life I've moved around a lot. In fact I can't even remember how many houses I've lived in. I lived in Vancouver, Port Moody, Coquitlam, Port Coquitlam, Maple Ridge (for a few months) back to PM, Surrey, Richmond, and back to Surrey. And there were a few moves around each burg a couple of times. In fact, at one point we moved across the street because my mom always dreamed of living in a pink house (It was really nice).
When me and my brother Rocky were young we used to spend our summers in Seattle with my Grandma and Aunt.
After Grad I lived in New Jeresy for about a year and a half. Four years ago I lived in Seattle for almost two years. Two years ago I almost moved to Calgary, then Edmonton, then to Calgary again.
When I was younger I used to loose entire groups of friends at a time. I know how those army brats feel. I was never able to put down deep roots. I think deep down I'm still terrified to get too attached to ppl, places and things, because in the back of my mind there's a clock counting down to when I have to leave again. In fact the longest I've held on to a group of friends is KP.
Twice moving I think saved my life. Once when I was running with a bad crowd that I left behind in my late teens, and once when I left behind a psychotic gf that to this day am convinced was planning to kill me. (That move required switching schools and all my phone numbers.)
This new place is nice. It's an older house but not as Brady Bunch as my Richmond spot, but it's on what I would describe as a small park. There's a small out-building that's a kind of work shop/clubhouse. It smells like a musty cabin in there thou. Behind that is what can only be described as a gravel 4 car parking lot. Walking to my car it feels like I'm camping 'cause there's no lights out there.
For one reason or another I've moved around a lot and I can say in my expert opinion that I fucking hate moving. And what sucks the most is that I can see in the foreseeable future more moves to be made. Rhoel.
-Just because I'm paranoid doesn't mean nobody is following me.-
-The quickest way to a man's heart is thru the breast bone.-
