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What Did Dad Do?!

Celebs and Media

For my Non-Canadian readers, please watch this video:

Okay, we’ve all seen it. I have one question:

What the fuck did that Dad do to have his daughter tear up when he mentions missing her?

Speculations:

  • I Can Eat Corn Through a Fence

    I Can Eat Corn Through a Fence

    Mom is not mentioned at all and is probably living the high life somewhere in Vegas and does keep in contact with the daughter. Dad has been clean and sober for 3 weeks! Time to reconcile! And during the holidays!

  • With the girl’s remark “I have a favorite place?” implies Dad has not been around for a very very long time. Ergo: the father has been living with “Carlos” since she was a small child.
  • Her obvious flabbergasted moment of Dad spreading food on his face suggests that he was a Chef many years ago and did a horrendous thing with some beef stroganoff.
  • The “I missed you” line, spoken by both father and daughter has such weight behind it that you know whatever split them apart will rear it’s ugly head within minutes of the cheque coming to the table.
  • Because there is no Mother in this commercial I put it to you, dear readers that Dad was Mom and has been living a new life since her birth.

Whatever the cause and reaction to this sorry scenario, I’m glad we only have 20 days until this is shelved until 2010.

Rogers Pushes a LOT Down The Pipe

Celebs and Media, You Stupid Dick

For the last few days our HD channels with Rogers have been not all that HD-y. See the video below:

I know it’s not a faulty PVR because our digital box in the bedroom does the same when you run an On Demand video, not so much live TV. It’s purely the amount of info not being dumped into the player and the buffer not having any reserves to maintain image cohesiveness.

I wonder about Roger’s infrastructure. If they promise HD TV (which is 720p, by the way, not 1080p – their own hardware displays it) then they should be able to transmit that much info all the while offering the internet (here’s where I blame all you BitTorrent theives) and Home Phone to their customers. When we were having issues with our Home Phone, a technician confessed that the junction box out back that services 7 homes was actually split wired for 11 outlets and that might be “the problem”. He also said that if it gets rainy there is standing water in the bottom of the box. Granted we’ve had no issues since the fall with our Home Phone, but the above mess is starting to happen more and more.

Stay tuned, dear readers. I am calling Rogers soon to see what they can do.

UPDATE: I’ve done some searching and found this gem: Rogers Compresses it’s HD signal. While this comes as no surprise, the quality does. Ease up, big boy!

Stone Me!

Celebs and Media, Hobbies, Personal Bits

Stone Angel movie I recently saw the trailer for the movie Stone Angel (with my new honest to blog, supa-fave actress, Ellen Page) and it borked up a solid, hard memory nut with two levels:

One of the more clearer memories I have of my alcohol and pot-fogged time in high school was studying this book by Margret Lawrence. You may have noticed that my spelling and grammar is a bit poor, I blame anything other than not applying myself. I would fight with my English teacher because my brother was his golden student and English class was an annoying block of time before art class. I digress.

Stone Angel is a story of Hagar Shipley who recounts her life in shards of flashbacks and fragments of memories as she comes to the end of her proud life. Okay that’s the book in a nutshell (eat that, Mr Darling!). I remember the book not because of it’s structure (actually I did love the Tarantino-like recount of vignettes from her life) but because while we peeled back the themes and metaphors of a life fully lived, it dredged up a horror from my childhood (the second layer of that nut) that I had to deal with, and in some ways, I still haven’t come to grips with when I was a child. When I was even younger, I think in grade 4, I freaked out at a short film where a family visits their aging (grand)mother in a home. She’s so far gone into herself that all that we see on the outside is drool, yet inside, through movie magic, we see she’s lived a full and amazing life and she still has her memory. At the end of the short film, ran from the class and hid under my bed. Mom found me in tears and made me explain what had upset me so.

Dear readers, I am about to share with you something highly personal:

I am deathly afraid of getting old.

If I were ever to get trapped within my body and could not communicate my needs, I’d like notice that I have four days to live and left alone in that time so I could recount my life, a la Stone Angel. Day four would come and some pre-paid orderly would quietly enter my room and make me eat my pillow. The end.

Will I see this movie? I don’t know. Maybe. Should I stop being such a 13 year old in a 42 year old body? Maybe.