Monday, June 28, 2010

Cos all the walls of dreaming, they were torn right open

Perception is a funny thing.

Take two people and show them the same event. They’d both give you different versions of what happened. Coloured by background, past traumas, opinions, beliefs, they’d each notice certain things, gain certain knowledge and sure as hell would have two very different counts of events--right down to what someone was wearing.

Saturday, June 26, 2010

No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love

I’m not a big believer in fate. Truth be told, I’m not a huge spiritual person to begin with. I don’t really believe in a higher power--or perhaps I’m just ambivalent about one. I’m a typical twenty something year old around these days. Not highly spiritual, open minded but pretty damn skeptical.

Unlike a lot of people my age, however, I tend to romanticize the idea.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

"They're like humans but miniature. Teacup humans."

The best way I can sum up my personal feelings towards True Blood is that it’s very much like Grey’s Anatomy for me: unfathomably engrossing.

I could never really explain why I’m so enamored with either television show. For the most part I hate both male and female leads on both shows (Mer and Der on Grey’s and Sookie and Bill on True Blood) and I could generally go without watching them on a weekly basis. However, once on dvd or if I start streaming, I’m instantly hooked.

Monday, June 21, 2010

"You know, people underestimate the value of a good ramble."

I’m unsure (and frankly too lazy to look up) if I’ve discussed the fact that I started a small book club, but I have. I’ve decided to describe it as the non-lame, totally awesome, no-Oprah-allowed book club.

Basically, as you may imagine, this isn’t your mother’s book club.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Drop your socks and grab your crocs, we're about to get wet on this ride.

It’s been a busy couple of weeks and I know there’s countless reviews up already and I have seen these movies weeks ago but I have been wanting to write a review about them so here it goes.

You don’t like it? Well tough shit.

Just a second it's my favorite song they're gonna play And I cannot text you with a drink in my hand, eh?

Every so often (usually once a month) the Vancouver Art Gallery opens it’s doors to the night life, offering a different type of night on the town with FUSE. Combining art, music, and live performances, FUSE is definitely a twist on a typical Friday night, allowing you to not only see all the exhibits after hours, but offers a wide variety of different forms of art, each centered around one theme.

June was Girls! Girls! Girls! and my first FUSE event.

"So I am marrying in the Japanese style: for 999 years, but with the right to cancel the marriage each month".

I don’t know if I have written about this, but G and I were discussing that Vancouver has so much to offer and despite living here for 20+ years we hadn’t really taken advantage of all (read: any) of it.

This started off as a conversation over a dinner in which we were discussing how we had yet again managed to not go to Bard on the Beach and that this summer should be the summer we do it. We’re finally old enough to stay out late, that we all have (semi) decently paying jobs and since our small group of friends are not currently in school (next year, bitches), it seemed like the ideal time to, well as I titled our google calendar, get cultured.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

I'm all dressed up with you

Warning: Yes, I realize that this post is a little late seeing as the original episode aired several weeks ago. Unfortunately I haven't really had time to watch the episodes (the auditions always bore me anyways) so I took the opportunity on a lazy Sunday to catch up.

I have loved So You Think You Can Dance since I first watched Benji's audition way back in season 2. Sure, there's been some hate (*cough*season3*cough*) and there's been some--well, honestly? A lot of love, however SYTYCD has consistently been one of the best--if not, the best, reality show on television today.

Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto

Holy Tyra-make-over Batman!

As you can probably see I did a little re-vamp. Figures that as soon as I even remotely start playing with the idea of going to Squarespace, they come up with a way to make things more pretty.

Cause I’ll be honest, I’m kinda all about the pretty.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

oh my tongue's the only muscle on my body that works harder than my heart.

Well, things have been less than stellar lately but X recently managed to kick my ass--despite my usual stubbornness to get back into the portfolio thing.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

A lesson in fangirlism

I will be the first to admit that I’m not the fastest reader.

(This should make the whole challenge a little harder, but whatevs. They don’t call it a challenge for anything).

Anyways, especially when a book is dry or not as interesting, it can take me many weeks to get through it. Daywatch, I’m looking at you. However, there are a couple of different series that I have no problem in devouring.

The Mercy Thompson novels fit the latter category to a T.

Back over the line from fiction to reality.

It may be a little unfair to compare one movie to another---but we all do it. In this case, when I first saw the trailer for The Fourth Kind, it was around the same time Paranormal Activity came out and both had “found” footage---ala The Blair Witch Project. Comparisons were drawn, I mean, it’s not like Hollywood can be y’know creative and unique after all.

Novel concept, I know.

If two people only have one thought between them, something is very wrong.

Watching the trailers for Sex and the City 2, you could already tell it’s going to be a terrible movie. From the acting, the loosely strung together “plot” and the disgustingly huge budget, anyone with two brain cells to rub together could see it would be terrible. So when my friend R perkily suggested we see it, I was less than thrilled.

Sometimes it sucks being the sudo-boyfriend.

I mean, I didn’t even get laid for this shit and that’s the real tragedy here.