Awesome... I FUCKING shot that!!!!!

I love the Beastie Boys!!!! I just bought their new live DVD Awesome I FUCKING shot that, and it rawks!!! It is awesome! I loved it! Even though I had alredy been to this concert when they came to Vancouver last Fall, seeing everything on DVD in Madison Square Garden was so cool. There were a lot of differences in the show from MSG compared to teh show here last year. In teh MSg show they come out in blue tuxedos and play their instruments and on teh DVD I can actually see what's happening which I could barely do from my nosebleed seat where I was kinda drunk, I think, at Pacific Coliseum.
I really love live DVDs, I realized. I mena I love live concerts more, obviously. But Live DVDS are sooooo good. Especially this one, because it does my favorite things. Take shots of fans dancing around craily to the music. It is so funny and so cool and they even show some shots of Ben Stiller getting down which makes me love him even more.


Of course, there is no doubt that the best rapper and funniest guy in Beatie Boys is Ad Rock. he has the best ryhmes ( If you try to mock me/You'll get knocked/ I'll stir-fry you in my wok) He has the funniest voice; he looks the youngest; he is the best dancer; and he is just about the best ever!!! I love the Beastie Boys 4-eva! Until I'm 95, I will be body-moving and drinking the Brass Monkey ( figuratively, of course!)

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Ma Famillia.

"Govern a family as you would

cook a small fish - very gently"

This is a quote that I found in my 'philosophy-quote-a-day- desk calendar. It is an old Chinese proverb that is sometiems attributed to Confucius. Whiel I may not be the governor of my family; I definetly relate to this quote. Family is a complicated and layered beast and a lot of the times, I feel like mine is one of the most convoluted.
There are certain ways you act around different people, not being fake necessarily, but more like letting a certain aspect of your personality take over. Maybe you tell more dirty jokes around your friends; maybe you let your hidden interest in Oprah's Book Club hang out when your hanging with the girls. Or maybe like me, you revert to your 12-year-old self complete with a high-pitched baby voice when you kick back with the family.
Not that there's anything wrong with that. much. I've pretty much resigned myself to the fact that even if I went to India and built an orphanage for homeless AIDS babies my parents would still call me spoiled and talk about when I bought a $70 skateboard from Woolco( does anybody remember that place?) and barely rode it 3 times before abandoning it for a it for a banana board I got at a garage sale in grade 5. But you know, what? I'm okay with that.
Lately, I like my family. They are weird. yes. they mumble and rant and scream and yell at each other for no reason. But they have their moments. Whether it be my dad practising his signature supermodel catwalk walk with a little coaching from moi or my mom salivating over how she scored another microwave (which by the way, brings the household total to somewher around 4) for under $20 at a garage sale; they are interesting, to say the least.
I'm not really sure what the point of this post is. Uh, like ma famillia es bonne??? ( i know, I know, i just mixed spanish and French there, whatever).
I guess my point is my family is crazy and annoying. But they are also loyal and fun.

****Photos****

A wedding to remember.....

Okay, so I was going to wait until I got our photos back to post about the wedding this weekend. Yes, I know. It's lame that I still actually get pictures developed. Even worse I use a disposal camera that probably ends up in a landfill. But what can you do, ya know? I will just add the photos later.

So it is now official. My bestest friend is now married. She's gotten hitched. Hooked the ole ball and chain. Tied the knot. Saddled in the horse and buggie. He's bought the milk and the cow ( wait that one's not nice! Who comes up with these marriage analogies anyway? They sure are misogynist) Anyways I am so happy for them!!! It was a beautiful wedding on Gabriola Island and despite a few obstacles, the wedding was spectacular. In fact a part from the Indian wedding I went to in grade four where I saw my first hermaphradite, ( an experience that shaped my psyche in more ways than i care to recount), I would say this was the best wedding I have ever been to. And despite my lack of married friends, I have been to a lot... Probably about 12-15 that I can actually remember and I wasn't attending as a kid.



Now I don't want to give a long, drawn out recount of the weekend so I thought it would be best to just recount my personal highlights:

Watching the sun go down on Friday night in a rainbow of beautiful colours that you only see when you leave the city. The horizon looked like it was literally just a few feet away from us.

Getting ready for the wedding listening to Cher's If I could turn back Time because that was the only remotely likable CD I could find. Drinking lots of white wine and trying to put on makeup and clothes. While it was fun, as the photos are beginning to show it probably wasn't the brightest idea.

Watching Amaya and crew put the last touches on her dress and hair, etc. while all the camera were snapping away. I felt like I was in a paparazzi line.

I have three words to say that will sum up the drunkeness of that night: giddity, giddity, giddity!!! oh yeah!! ( try saying that when you're drunk, I dare you!!!

The toasts were so sweet. I guess I haven't been to many weddings where I know the bride so well so I was blubbering like a complete loser, so much so that one of Amaya's in-laws came up to me and said I was a crying fool.... no kidding ( not exactly a news flash to anyone who knows me)

Late night heart to hearts in the dark. There's nothing like slurring "i love you, man" in the dark with the sounds of waves crashing in the background.

Definitely a weekend to remember! Who's turn is it next????

The Randomness

Today I coulda died,ya know. Coulda died for my love of music, for my need for noise, for my lazyiness, for my inability to keep my mixed CDs from getting totally scratched. It's true. I had a flash. A flash like how people who hve a near-death experience talk about having a flash of their whole life run before them in fast-forward. Kinda. My flash was not my life. It was a memory. A memory that I share with many, of a young girl named Alice whose life was taken too early in the epic conclusion of Christopher Pike's Final Friends. Okay so maybe my near-death experience was not totally similiar to the fate of dear Alice. If memory serves correct, Alice was in the bath and kind of drunk and depressed when her boyfriend (?) came in and threw a toaster or a curling iron in the tub and she was electrocuted and died. I was in the bath as well. I too, was a little out of it having been jolted out of bed by the agonizing screams of Italian soccer fans who were cursing the French for drawing first blood and just being generally disoriented from my cold medicine and unrestful sleep. But no questionable boyfriend came and shocked me. I did it all by myself. See it all goes back to a lack of dollar-store AAA batteries to put inour shaower radio. Since that's not working, we have to use our little portable stereo which has a CD player on it. So I decided to listen to a CD, my Taking back Sunday mix because I had a weird dreamlast night where the singer Adam was in my bathroom and wouldn't comeout until I made him perfect samosas from scratch. However, my taking Back Sunday mix Cd is totally scratched so I had to move the CD player so then it woul start to skip, I would be able to skip the offending song. So I moved it to on top of the toliet and the cord was stretched across the bathroom. It was fine until I got out of the bath and my hair was dripping on the cord right where it enters the stereo and I was also standing on teh bathmat so I got this weird shock and kinda saw a spark. It was weird. But I am alive and, although I am still hacking and maybe have a fever, I will say well.

I have no idea what the point of this entry was. I guess I just really wanted to mention that I loved Christopher Pike and that his Final Friends books are what inspired me to be a writer. I know, I know, I should have something more lofty to say, like the first time I read Dostevesky, I knew I was meant to write, or the first time I read Shakespeare or something very high-brow, but ya know how we do. I keeps it reals.