Black holes and revelations

August 30, 2009 at 11:48 am (Random Ramblings, TV)

Playlist ( the usual Sunday crossword music): 

  • Slowdive – Souvlaki 
  • My Bloody Valentine – Loveless

“The world is full of noise yeah, I hear it all the time”  ~ Slowdive (Dagger)

The Sunday crossword, 3 Sudokus and 1 Kakuro have been completed along with a couple of cups of coffee and some chocolate chip cookies – I love a lazy Sunday. 

Been going for walks and taking some pictures in Mt Pleasant cemetery lately – that place is so awesome.  It probably sounds weird but I could spend hours in there – it’s so peaceful and it’s HUGE, apparently there’s over 150 000 people buried in there, that’s……a lot.   There are some really cool crypts and monuments, particularly in the older section.  The Massey crypt is really impressive, it’s like a small castle – I guess that’s fitting for the family that is responsible for Massey Hall – one of the best venues to see a concert in Toronto.











Watched an episode of Nova yesterday about black holes that featured a guy who totally reminds me of Doc Brown.  Man, that stuff will mess with your mind.  I love how even the scientists who study them can’t actually explain what they are, Einstein apparently didn’t really believe that they existed because he thought it was too ridiculous to think that nature would create something so outrageous.  The discussion about black holes was pretty interesting even if it’s hard to conceptualize.  But what I really have a hard time wrapping my head around is how big the universe actually is.  Our galaxy, the Milky Way has a supermassive black hole at the centre of it that is 3 million times the mass of the sun and millions of miles wide and that’s just the centre, the Milky Way itself is 100 000 light years across.  Now imagine that there are millions of other galaxies out there that are the same size or bigger than the Milky Way and those galaxies are millions if not billions of light years apart.  Holy.  Shit.  I think my brain just exploded.  We’re like a speck of dust in 100 Pacific oceans.  It kind of makes things like recessions and Octomoms and Paula Abdul returning to Idol seem a little insignificant in comparison.  If you’re not too embarrassed to go to a PBS website, the episode is available online.  It really is pretty cool, there is a neat demonstration of how gravity is caused by the warping of space around matter that sort of explains what a black hole is.  And yes, I’m a dork.

The Milky Way

The Milky Way

All that talk about black holes reminded me of a movie that came out in the late 90’s called Event Horizon about a spaceship that is capable of creating a black hole to move through space instantaneously, it disappears and turns up again 7 years later and no one knows where it’s been or what happened to the crew.  That movie …………….  was F*CKED!!!!  Seriously, I remember being completely speechless at the end of it because it was so messed up.  Like, MESSED.  UP.  Just WTF?  I hadn’t thought about that one in a while, with good reason.  Messed up.

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Billy Talent III – the obsession deepens

August 28, 2009 at 7:35 pm (Music)


“Reach into a pocketful of dreams, now before they fall out of the seams”  ~ Billy Talent (Pocketful of Dreams)

I love that it’s August and I’m sitting here in a sweatshirt wishing I could turn on the heat in my condo and waiting to see if more tornados are going to hit Toronto.  Global warming, gotta love it.

I tripped running up the stairs at work today and did a pretty spectacular face plant, I think even the Russian judge would have given me at least a 9.5.  It was one of those moments where my ego was happy that I was alone, but there was a small part of me that thought it was a shame that nobody got to witness it.  I’m sure I looked hilarious, and that might have made someone’s day.  Not that I won’t do it again someday in front of someone, probably sooner rather than later.  Stairs and I don’t always get along.

My obsession with Billy Talent’s latest album continues, it’s been out for over a month now and I can’t stop listening to it.  There are 2 songs in particular that I’ve had on repeat quite a bit, Saint Veronika and White Sparrows – they’re both just so heartbreaking.  Saint Veronika about a girl who attempts suicide and White Sparrows about a girl who dies (the   BTIIIsame girl?).  The line “I hold your casket, gently walk you to the grave” in White Sparrows gives me chills every time I hear it.  Every.  Time.  I think it’s the word gently that really gets me, weird how one word can do that.  The fact that he’s ‘gently’ walking with her casket implies a tenderness that makes it seem more tragic to me, I don’t know why.  I don’t know if that was intended or not but it kills me.  Both are great songs but that’s not the only theme on the album.  A couple of breakup songs with some good lines like “You hung me like a picture, now I’m just a frame.  I used to be your lap dog, now I’m just a stray.”  from Rusted From the Rain.  And some songs with their usual cultural commentary.  It’s a little dare I say, more mainstream than some of their previous stuff but I am still loving it.  Not sure if I would put it ahead of Billy Talent II quite yet – I was obsessed with that one for months – but we’ll see.

Now can someone please tell me how this commercial managed to make it on the air?  Seriously.  Are you telling me that out of all the people who had access to this idea, from the initial inception to it actually making it on tv, not one of them thought “hmmmm, you know, I’m not sure about this concept”?  Because I find this commercial, not only stupid, but in a word ……. gross!  Is it just me or is it a little off-putting?  It could just be me, after all I am horribly traumatized and completely creeped out anytime I see the Teletubbies.  Laugh if you want but the way those things look and move and the sounds they make – those things are not right.  I shudder just thinking about them.  Where was I?  Right, the commercial – you only have to watch the first 12 seconds.  Ew!


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Classy girls don’t cruise

August 20, 2009 at 8:39 pm (Random Ramblings)

Walking home from yoga playlist (high groove factor): 


I just came home from yoga and realized that I have rug burn (mat burn?) from my yoga mat on both of my elbows.  That’s just…..great.  Rug burn on your elbows, CLASSY look for a girl!!  It’s like the time I somehow managed to burn my neck with my flat iron and it looked like I had a hickey.  Explaining that to people you know is one thing, NOT being able to explain it to everyone else who sees you is what sucks.  It makes you want to wear a sign that says, “No really, it’s not what it looks like”. 

Had another debate today about why I’m fairly certain I will never go on a cruise.  I hate boats.  I’m convinced they are going to sink and I just don’t see the point of being out in the middle of nowhere when that happens.  The thought of being out in the ocean, miles away from land with sharks and god knows what else swimming around gives me heart palpitations.  I’m always told ‘it’s like a floating hotel, you don’t even notice you’re on a ship’.  Yeah, it’s like a floating hotel that’s made out of thousands of tons of material that isn’t meant to float!  It’s not that I’m not a good swimmer, actually it’s just the opposite – I’m a really strong swimmer but the fact that I CAN swim but would have nowhere to swim TO would just piss me off.  That’s why I don’t mind boats on lakes where I can see the shoreline – at least I have a goal.  In the middle of the ocean I’d just be treading water and waiting for the inevitable attack by a great white shark.  The only saving grace is that I probably wouldn’t know what was happening by the time the shark hit.  I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t take long for me to completely lose my mind when I started thinking about the miles of water around me and all of the creatures that are down there, watching me from below, waiting to strike.  Yeah, I’d probably be drooling and singing You Are My Sunshine to myself within minutes. 

My aversion to boats goes hand in hand with my strong aversion to sea creatures.  Any sea creatures.  That includes fish so lakes aren’t my favorite place to be either.  Since I was a kid, if I even start to think about what could be lurking in the water I’m swimming in …….panic attack.  When that happens I can’t get out of the water fast enough, the adrenaline rush that I get is unreal, it’s almost like I can walk on water.  When I was in the Bahamas a few years ago there were these big flat ugly fish everywhere, they usually moved away pretty quickly as I approached so I decided to try to ignore them and make the best of the situation.  Everything was fine until day 3, as I was walking in the water I stopped for a minute to look back at the beach, when I turned back around the fish had surrounded me and were in full attack formation.  That was it.  I was outta there.  My boyfriend at the time who was up ahead of me said one minute I was walking behind him and the next minute he heard all this commotion and I was back on the beach 20 yards away as if I had teleported there.  After that I stuck to the pool.     

I’m a lost cause.  I have a couple of friends who work on cruise ships and I know lots of people who have been on cruises and they always try to tell me that once I’m on the ship I’ll relax and forget all about it.  Look, I realize it’s an irrational fear, most fears are.  But it isn’t that different from someone who is afraid of flying and you wouldn’t put them on a plane for 7 whole days and then just reassure them by telling them ‘don’t worry, it feels just like a big flying bus!’

Incidentally, flying doesn’t bother me.

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My boys – Madina Lake

August 16, 2009 at 3:28 pm (Music)


 There are a couple of bands that I feel the need to tell every person who has even a slight interest in music about, one of them is Madina Lake.  Simply put, I love them and I can’t understand how it is that they are not more popular.  They have the key ingredients that any successful band needs; great lyrics, catchy tunes, cool hair and twins!!  I think they might be the next Nelson.  


Seriously though, not only are they four of  THE nicest guys you will ever meet but they really seem to put a lot of effort and thought into their music.  I stumbled upon them in 2007 after seeing their name in the lineup for Projekt Revolution, I didn’t actually get to see them play that day but for some reason the name stuck with me.  About a month later I came across a tiny review of their first album in a magazine that mentioned the concept of the album.  The album is set in the fictional, isolated, 1950’s style town of Madina Lake,  the town is in turmoil over the disappearance of it’s most famous socialite, Adalia.  I read that and thought, that sounds cool, I need to buy that immeeds!

From Them, Through Us, to You

From Them, Through Us, to You

I remember listening to the album the first time and thinking ‘not bad, pretty generic sounding’ and didn’t listen to it again for a few weeks.  The next time I heard it I listened to it a couple of times, suddenly it just clicked ‘wow, this is a really great album’.  It’s the kind of music you don’t realize how good it is until you can really listen to the lyrics and see how it all fits together, it’s catchy right off the bat but it’s when you really get into it that you can really appreciate it.  After that day I listened to it for 2 months straight,  I told a friend of mine about it and his initial reaction was the same as mine, ‘yeah, it’s okay I guess’.  I told him to listen to it 3 more times before he wrote it off.  Sure enough, about a week later he came back with ‘that album is awesome!’ – told ya so. 

So my boys recently released their second album, Attics to Eden.  I bought the cd the day it came out and came home with that nervous anticipation I get when a band I love releases a new album and I’m excited to hear it but at the same time scared that it might suck.  I was not disappointed, it’s awesome.  A slightly different sound from the first album but still really great.  Very layered music with thought provoking lyrics and a really cool album cover, the artwork is amazing and again shows the thought they put into everything.  I felt like a proud parent when I heard their first single on the radio a few months ago, but it hasn’t received much airplay here since then.

 Attics to Eden

Attics to Eden

One of the things I love about them is that there aren’t any filler songs on either of their albums.  Every song seems like it was well thought out and written with intention.  I honestly can’t pick a favourite song, I’ve tried.  I can’t even pick my 5 favourite songs, I truly love them all.  Nathan Leone writes some really insightful, fairly dark, sometimes heartbreaking lyrics.  Maybe it’s just that they resonate with me personally, but I really like the way he says things and the themes he chooses to write about.  A lot about being true to yourself, living without fear or regrets, trusting yourself and never giving up.  I have a book where I write down song lyrics that I like, my own little book of poetry, and there are a lot of Madina Lake ones in there.  The one I have posted on my mirror so I can read it everyday is “Don’t fear the unknown cuz you’ll let the unknown take control”  – easier said than done, but right on. 

The thing I love the most about them is that they seem like really genuine guys who love what they do.  They always seem very humble and grateful to be doing what they’re doing which seems rare among musicians.  They don’t seem to take themselves too seriously and you get a sense that they really just love music.  They give it everything they’ve got when playing live – I should know I’ve seen them 6 times in just over a year – a little excessive I agree, but I can’t help it….. they’re my boys.

Playlist:  I can’t choose, so I’m going to go with a couple of their singles. 

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Message to the oblivious people

August 12, 2009 at 7:45 pm (Random Ramblings)

Wake the f*** up!! 


You are not the only person on this planet and no matter how much you want to believe it, you are not the most important person either.  Why does it seem that so many people are so completely unaware of what is going on around them?  Are they really that unconscious, or do they just not care? 

Is it really that difficult to glance behind you when walking through a door to see if anyone is coming and then hold the door for them, or will your whole day be ruined by wasting that extra 3 seconds?  Did that woman in my building really let the front door and the elevator close in my face because she didn’t notice me or because she’s a self centered bitch?  She looked right at me, so was I wearing my invisible cloak again without knowing it or was it impossible for her to expend the extra effort it would have taken to open the door all the way and then hold it for a millisecond while I caught up to her instead of opening it only enough for her body to slip through and then letting it close behind her?    

I really don’t think it takes too much effort to be considerate of  other people, all that it requires is a little attention to something other than yourself once in a while.  You are not the most interesting thing in the world and by being so caught up in yourself you aren’t able to see the things that are truly awesome.  

So many people walk through life with blinders on completely numb to what’s going on around them – open your eyes, open your ears, open your heart – you’ll be amazed to see what’s out there that you’ve been missing all this time.


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Purple Hair and Bad Medicine

August 6, 2009 at 10:10 pm (Concerts, Music)

It has been suggested that I include what I’m listening to so here goes (very Canadian apparently, with a retro flair):

I came home today to find one of my favorite things waiting for me in the mailbox.  Concert tickets.  Tickets to see Metric to be exact and it reminded me of a girl who was standing in front of my friend and I during Metric’s set at Edgefest this year.  We named her purple hair, because well, she had purple hair and we weren’t feeling terribly creative standing in the rain and ankle deep mud.  Sample dialog: “How annoying is purple hair over there?’  ‘You noticed her too?  Soooooo annoying!!”  She was one of those girls who spends the entire set trying to show as many people as possible that she knows every word to every song.  So she’s bopping around in front of her friends and constantly turning around to sing to them while they are all just trying to watch the concert.  Every time she turns around she had to scan the crowd behind her to see who was watching her.  One of guys standing with her looked like he wanted to give her a beat down at one point – I was more than ready to help him if he needed it. 

Now I’m all for people doing their thing at concerts and the people I love the most are the ones that completely lose their shit because they are so excited about seeing a band that they love and are in their own world.  Like the guy at the Hollywood Undead concert a couple months ago (I was there to see the opening band but I must say did enjoy the Undead immensely) who was standing there, eyes closed, hands flailing around, singing his heart out and you just knew looking at him that in his mind, at that moment, HE was on stage performing and he was KILLING it!!  I could have watched him all night.  Then there was the guy standing beside me at a Keane concert a few years ago, who was screaming the words at the top of lungs and kept yelling to me how incredible the concert was.  Now I love Keane but even I was thinking, really?  That much excitement for Keane?  Or the guy a few rows in front of us at the Bon Jovi concert last year who was wearing a jean jacket with Bad Medicine and a red cross bedazzled on the back of it, BE-DAZZLED people!  He was jumping around with his friends singing along the whole night – we named him Bad Medicine but the sample dialog was more like “Did you see Bad Medicine?  I love him!”  “That takes some guts to wear that and he is rockin’ it!”  That guy had the night of his life and if I had had back stage passes I would have given them to him because he deserved them.  

So what’s the difference between these guys and purple hair since they’re all basically doing the same thing? 

The difference is that those guys were just in it.  They’re just there to experience a band that they love and getting so caught up in the moment that they can’t contain their excitement.  They don’t care whose watching, they’re probably not even aware that anyone else is there.  They’re just standing there with their eyes closed singing along to music that moves them.  They’re not trying to show everyone what a super fan they are and being all ‘look I know all the words, I’m so cool, do you all see me singing, I can sing along to every song, do you see me?  Are you watching?  Please notice me.’  Okay, you know all the words, good for you, so do 75% of the people here, so just stop begging for attention and enjoy the show if you love them so much.  Concerts aren’t about how many lyrics you know and who is watching you, it’s about listening to the music of a band that you love – or that you may be hearing for the first time – and just experiencing it.  So sing your little hearts out, but do it for the right reasons, do it because you love the song, or because you love to sing, or because you want to feel part of it, or because you’re excited, or because you don’t know what else to do.  Doing it to show off just makes you look like an idiot.       

Let the record show that I am a concert singer.  Yes, I sing along, mostly to myself but I have been known to raise the volume from time to time and I definitely get my groove on.  The thing with me is…..I usually hope to god no one is watching……

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Tiaras and porn star names

August 4, 2009 at 11:51 pm (Random Ramblings, TV)

So there are a few things that I seem to have a strange interest in, I watch shows or read about them with a disturbed fascination and I can’t look away. One is large scale disasters, both natural and man made (Titanic, Chernobyl, tsunamis, volcanoes etc), the second is cults (Jonestown, FLDS, Heavens Gate, Scientology?) and third and perhaps most disturbing are child beauty pageants.  They are so wrong and so horrifying and soooooo creepy and yet I cannot turn away. I just can’t believe these people exist.  TLC has a show about them called Toddlers and Tiaras and I’m addicted.  I love that TLC completely edits the show in order to showcase just how insane these people are.  They’ll show a mom interviewing about how much her daughter loves getting her hair and makeup done and then cut to a shot of said girl screaming and crying while some crazy “pageant coach” (yeah, they have those) teases her hair like it’s 1985.

A new season started the other week and the first episode is probably the best one I’ve seen for pure, unadulterated crazy found in the southern US.  There’s a woman named Mickie Wood whose has a daughter named Eden, Eden Wood.  Say that out loud, Eden Wood.  Now say it a little faster.  Now add a southern drawl to it and she’s being introduced as Miss Eatin’ Wood.  Why why why would you name your daughter that unless you wanted her to end up in porn one day?  She’s on the fast track already by being in these pageants.  This mom is just the usual run of the mill pageant mom crazy, she admits to spending close to $70 000 so far on pageants, did I mention Eatin’ is only 4?  She is an only child and at one point her mom is telling us that when Eatin’ gets cranky she busts out two hand puppets named Billy Bob and Bobby Sue to amuse her, and when I say hand puppets I mean she literally just moves her hands and talks in different voices.  During an interview little Eatin’ says that Billy Bob and Bobby Sue are her best friends.  That is…..the saddest thing I’ve ever heard, find this child some living, breathing friends!  Eatin’ is a pro and wins top prize of Universal Grand Supreme for which she gets $1000 even though it probably cost $5000 just to be there.

Next up we have the Sterling family who have 5 daughters participating in the pageant but the show focuses mainly on the 6 year old twins AshLynn and BreAnne – god I hate names like that, from now on they are A and B – because they compete against each other and the mother so blantantly favours B  that it’s uncomfortable to watch.  She says at one point that B looks more like her mom and is the prettiest out of the 5 and that A has a bigger nose, translation, she’s the ugly one.  It’s really sad to watch the mother favour B so much especially when you see how sweet A is and how much of a spoiled brat B is.  It’s particularly apparent during the pageant when their father finally pulls B from the competition and takes her out because she’s being such an evil brat.  A ends up winning the Director’s Choice award which means she was the favorite of the pageant director because she was so well behaved and had such a good attitude.  It’s pretty much the only time her mother seems to notice her or cheer for her.  That poor girl is going to have serious self esteem issues when she’s older if her mother doesn’t get her shit together.  She is one serious bitch.

Last but not least we have Michelle, she is a special kind of lunatic.  Her two sons will be competing in the pageant, the first one is Cameron, he’s 7, totally adorable and seems to really like doing these things.  I think it’s a lot less prep time for the boys without the hair pieces and 20 tons of make up.  What launches her into the stratosphere of insanity is the fact that her other son that is competing is only two weeks old.  TWO. WEEKS. OLD.  She actually says with a straight face that Cavin (god these names) will “most likely be the youngest one there at the pageant”.  Ummm I certainly effing hope so cuz I don’t think they have a fetus category.  She then continues to ramble on about how she wants to see if he has the same interest and the stage presence etc.  He’s two weeks old, he can’t even see yet nevermind stage presence, he’s basically just a blob.  She does think that he’s going to be pretty outgoing but possibly a little more reserved than Cameron but she thinks “he’ll still want to get out there and meet people”.  I really want to believe she’s being facetious when she says this stuff but I truly don’t think she is, she is dead serious.  That woman needs help.  Cameron ends up winning his category and Cavin apparently does “really well” even though all he does is sit there in his mom’s arms the whole time.

I really just find it so hard to believe that people can take this crap so seriously and force their children to parade around in front of everyone made up like hookers.  And don’t even get me started on the bizarre dances and creepy faces and winks they make them do.  Frightening, and yet I can’t stop watching….

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You were only waiting for this moment to arise

August 2, 2009 at 8:12 pm (Random Ramblings)

So this is my first blog post, hmmm where to begin?  No, seriously…….how do you start one of these? 

Guess I’ll start with….what this blog is going to be about…….I have no idea.  I decided to start it as an outlet for whatever is on my mind, it could range from what I watched on tv last night, to the latest concert I went to, to my new favorite band/song, to why so many people seem to be incapable of figuring out how a 4-way stop sign works…..guess I’ll just see where it takes me.  I think that life is a great adventure and a neverending journey that will sometimes push you to your limits…….that’s when you will learn to fly!

Blackbird – The Beatles

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
all your life
you were only waiting for this moment to be free

Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise,
You were only waiting for this moment to arise,
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

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