Get Smart

On Tuesday June 24, 2008, I went to see the movie Get Smart. This film stars Steve Carell, Anne Hathaway, Dwayne Johnson and Alan Arkin. Steve Carell plays Maxwell Smart, also known as Agent 88, who gets a promotion as a field agent for Control.

What happens is that Control was investing a case about uranium/radioactive material in the Soviet. However, the office of Control was compromised (i.e it was completely blown up), and the computer mainframe was hacked into. So, Control agents were killed left, right and centre. The only two candidates that were not compromised were Maxwell Smart and Agent 99, because she has had severe plastic surgery.

So, the movie is about Maxwell Smart (Agent 86) and Agent 99 trying to solve the case. This was a nice movie, a nice remake. They kept most of the gags, and it was enjoyable. People who have not seen the series will probably like the movie, but for peole who have seen the original series, probably not so much.

BCE Buyout

So, it looks like the Supreme Court of Canada has OKed the buyout of BCE (Bell Canada). What businesses are left in Canada that are still Canadian?

Tim Horton's is no longer Canadian, they were bought out by Wendy's. That's a major symbol of Canadian business.

Piece by piece, we are losing our Canadian foothold in business. That's my opinion anyway.

But Youpidou! That's great news for shareholders. Yeah, wonderful. Your stock increases in price, and you may gain about $5000, but you've pretty much just sold your soul to another country. However, when do shareholders care about Canadian identities? It's about money money money for them anyway.

What the hell, excuse me?

I was chatting with some guy on gay.com just now, and he was telling me how he preferred the lean athletic type. (I.e. not me because I am not lean and athletic)

What the hell? I'm a fitness instructor for goodness sakes! I may not look like the boys that look like a toothpick, but I am athletic. I don't aspire to be those queens, the ones where they turn sideways and you can't see them.

I swear to God. Gay men. So fucking superficial.

"Oh my God... I'm so Embarassed... Take me home!"

These were the exact words groaned by Rupert (in the dramatic couple Raoul and Rupert that I constantly rant about) when Raoul got into an accident, which was not his fault, parallel parking downtown.

Raoul and Rupert spent the whole day with Rupert's sister, because it was her birthday. So, they tutored her, hung out with her, and then had dinner with her and the family. These two wanted to see a movie: The Happening, this evening. Since Rupert does not do downtown, we only had a choice of two theatres: Colisée Kirkland, which is all the way out in West Island, ad Sphèretech Centrale, which is all the way at the mall Marché Centrale, which is about Montreal-North. We originally decided to meet at 9:15 p.m. so that we can go to Kirkland and watch the movie at 9:35 p.m.. However, since we are running on Rupert time, that's a good 10 - 30 minutes behind schedule, so Raoul didn't arrive until 9:25 p.m., and then for some odd reason, didn't see us (me and my friend) waiting for him. Eventually, we get picked up at 9:34 p.m., and it was too late to see the movie out in West Island. It was also too early to see the showing at 11:10 p.m., nor would I have done that, since it would have been too late. Therefore, we decided to go to the theatre downtown, Cinema Banque Scotia.

During all this time, Rupert had this pissy pouty face, and was making comments like, "Ugh, downtown gives me a headache." Raoul was trying to cheer this drama queen up, and tries to caress him, but we get the "Don't touch me" remark. I'm sure that Raoul was probably pretty pissed about the situation, and that affected his driving. Anyway, while Raoul was trying to parallel park, he got into an accident. Some other car tried to cut into his lane before he completed the parallel park.

The killer phrase that Rupert uttered was, "Oh my god... This is so embarrassing, take me home!"

Firstly, Rupert cannot be embarrassed, because he did not drive the car. Secondly, accidents happen. Thirdly, if Rupert was not so bitchy/whiny/queeny/spoiled or tardy (or probably many other adjectives that describe him), Raoul would have been in a better mood, and this accident probably would have been avoided... Or if Rupert didn't hold everyone up and we ended up meeting at 9:15 p.m. as previously indicated, this would not have happened.

How these two stay together, I have no idea... I could never, ever date someone who was so dramatic, queeny, bitchy, spoiled and self-centred. (Amongst other adjectives)

This is flawed logic... Really flawed logic...

On Wednesday, June 11, 2008, I passed by a Canada Post mailbox where there was a graffiti/political/sovereignist sticker that had three flags. The flag of Quebec, the flag of Tibet, and the flag of Kosovo. The slogan: We are all fighting the same battle.

What type of stupid separatist idiot flawed logic is this? Kosovo was absorbed after WWII. Tibet was invaded by China, and still today, many civilians have been killed. No one invaded Quebec. The Canadian army did not come marching in with guns and weapons and declare out of the blue that Quebec is now a part of Canada. Quebec was also not absorbed either after some sort of war. The British North America act - also called Constitution act was signed in 1867 that joined Upper Canada and Lower Canada into a country, which we now call Canada.

Also, Canadians do not perpetuate acts of violence again French people. But that cannot be said for sovereignists.

Diva incidences...

On Tuesday, June 10, 2008, I had to deal with not one, but two diva instances... Although they did not involve me directly, I really wanted to reach for my "You, off my planet!" wand.

The first incident involves Rupert, Raoul's boyfriend. After helping Raoul move some furniture into the basement of the apartment building, we go and return the van. After this, we did not have much time to go and get lunch, so we decided to go to Subway.

We also kind of ran into a big thunderstorm, so we got to a restaurant, and the power went out... We drove downtown, because that's where I worked. Anyway, we got to the restaurant, and I ordered first. Then, Raoul ordered a six inch pizza sub on Italian herb and cheese bread. Rupert wanted the same style of bread, but after seeing the sandwich artist "toss" the bread onto the counter, Rupert asked for a six inch teriyaki chicken sub, but with a different loaf of Italian herb and cheese bread. He then went on, after his sandwich was completed, how much he disliked tossed bread and how no one has the right to toss his bread.

What's wrong with tossed bread? It's bread. It's not different. The bread doesn't become mushy and inedible after it being lightly tossed onto the counter. It didn't even drop on the ground, it wasn't like the sandwich artist was trying to pass on contaminated bread to Rupert... It was just regular bread that was put on the counter, albeit in a casual manner, but last time I checked, there were no health code violations for tossing bread onto a clean counter.

The second incident occurred at a Pharmaprix. I got a card for Father's Day, and I was waiting in line patiently to pay for my card... In front of me was this woman who had a big purchase. Now, I have nothing against people who purchase a lot of items at Pharmaprix, they have their right. However, what I had a problem with was: her attitude, her lack of politeness, her demanding divaness, and her general lack of respect for the cashier and the manager. First, she was watching how much money she was spending, because she may not have enough. Then, she decided that she would redeem 75 000 points so that she can spend $150 at the store. Then, when the cashier scanned a bottle of pop, the scanner beeped twice for some bizarre reason (even though it only scanned once - I saw I was there), she accused the cashier of scanning it twice, and how she only has a limited amount of money. She also wanted to know what her running total was, and was surprised that they didn't have the answer for her immediately. The cashier was really frustrated, but she couldn't do anything about it. In fact, a manager showed up to be with the cashier, because she knew/overheard that there's a difficult client, and I could tell that the supervisor herself too was getting really annoyed. Then finally, before the woman went off to find an extra $14 worth of stuff to buy, so she maxes out her $150 before tax, she demanded to know where her points card was... When she left it on the counter, and the cashier took it and put it with the rest of her order! What the hell was her problem? Just because you're a customer in any store, it does not give you the right to treat the staff who serve you with no respect. Just because someone's in the service industry, and your purchases pay their salary, it does not mean that you are allowed to just yell at them because that's what you pay them for. Also, how would she like it if she were the cashier, and the manager and the cashier were the impolite and bitchy clients?

I swear, some people are just idiots and too demanding for no reason. Where the hell is my "You, off my planet!" wand. Really!

Angel

On Tuesday June 10, 2008, I went to see the movie Angel.

The movie is about a young girl who was teased at school. She had a very vivid imagination, and always dreamed of living in Paradise House - a mansion in her town.

Angel's dream has always been to become a writer of fiction. And her imagination serves her well in this. However, her mother and aunt try to discourage her from pursuing her dreams.

After many unsuccessful attempts, she finds a publisher who willingly attempts to take a chance on her, and publishes her books. Immediately, she becomes a success. She gets lots of money, and eventually moves into the house that she dreamt that one day she would live in.

The story continues about her meeting her love, a war, and how it affects her writing. Of course, I am not going to describe the movie in detail, because that would spoil/ruin it for you. I wouldn't exactly call this a romantic comedy. There were a few funny moments in it, but I would call this a romance film, possibly a drama film. It was enjoyable. Definitely a chick flick, with your classic tragic chick flick ending.

An enjoyable movie, and I believe a date movie. Although, the main character, Angel, kind of lives her own life and never really deals with reality. I would consider her to be demanding and a diva...

And on the subject of divas and demanding indviduals... My next post.

You Don't Mess With The Zohan

On Sunday, June 8, 2008, I went to see the movie: You Don't Mess With the Zohan, which features Adam Sandler as an Israeli counter-terrorist. He's tired of all the fighting, and his secret passion is to style hair. But of course, his secret life catches up with him.

lol Enough said, no need for me to describe more. Lots of hijinx, a bit of racial jokes, and the running gag that Jewish people put hummus on everything.

Don't be in a rush to see this movie.

What does this mean to you?

I just got in from a party. And thanks to Rupert, I wasted extra time that I didn't need to waste.

I was invited to a party, and I invited those to go, because I thought it would be a nice way of spending a relatively inexpensive evening.

Rupert gets a phone call from some friend who needed a ride to Chateauguay. Chateauguay is a town about 30 minutes (minimum) from Montreal. So, Rupert demands Raoul to go pick up this friend and drive him back home. I was assured that once the trip was done, they would come back and pick me up, and either we would get some food, or we would go home.

This occurred at about 12:30 a.m... I called to check in with them at about 1:18 a.m., and I discovered that they were still in Chateauguay and that it would be another half hour minimum before they would be back so that we could do something.

I hung out more at the party, and there was some pretty crazy stuff happening, like for example, the host's boyfriend, whom I thought was in a committed long term relationship with the host, was letting some people grope him, and when I left, he was making out with the host's friend. When I left, I called again, and the first time, I got the voice mail. The second time, within like three minutes, because I really didn't feel comfortable seeing people just making out with each other and I was the only odd one out, I was hoping that they were nearby... And I discover that Rupert was tired, so Raoul took him home.

When you agree to the following statement, "We'll come pick you up after we drop off the friend," I expect to be picked up. I don't expect to fucking have to find myself onto a night bus, and then transfer onto another one just so I can get home. I left the party at about 2:20 a.m., and I got home about 3:15 a.m.. I got onto one night bus, but then when I got to the transfer station, I had to wait 15 minutes for the next bus that took me home. This could have been 55 minutes of well deserved rest, but no, I spend that on the buses, so that I didn't miss the stops. Fucking bastard.

This is the same Rupert who screwed up my computer by infecting it with a virus which took me a day to clean, and now... when I call up My Computer (or any sort of thing that involves Explorer), I have a 50% chance of success, and a 50% chance of failure.

I think it also means that I need a new circle of friends.

We still have a long way to go...

I just bumped into another article:
http://ca.news.yahoo.com/s/capress/080605/sports/bbl_lesbian_kiss

It's amazing what the administration comes up with. "Oh, they were making out and groping with each other". Way to go, Dan Savage!

I fully support the kiss-in. In fact, make it a full fledge make-out fest in. Fucking assholes.

Is it something in the water? Geez!

I stumbled across the following link about a news story: http://ca.news.yahoo.com/s/capress/080605/national/bald_waitress_fired

The premise of the story is that a waitress was told to "take the summer off" because she shaved her head for a charity event, and raised $2700, but refused to wear a wig for her shift.

And that customers would have been appalled to have been served at her table. This resataurant, apparently also has policies about men not having earrings.

I know it's Owen Sound, Ontario, but still.

Meanwhile we're at it, why not just remove women's rights to vote, enslave all the kitchen staff, and decorate the restaurant Trailer Park Boys posters?

Outrageous!

This is also not priority news, but it's just shocking.

88 Minutes

On Tuesday, June 3, 2008, I went to see the movie 88 Minutes, starring Al Pacino.

This movie is about Al Pacino's character, Dr. Jack Gramm, a forensic psychatrist. He put away a murderer, but the guilty claims that he is innocent.

He gets a phone call on his cell phone stating that he has 88 Minutes to live. So, he has 88 minutes to attempt to solve his own murder.

I thought that he might have accidentally been poisoned, but apparently, he is just being led into his own murder. Does he die? You'll have to watch the film to find out.