This one's for laughs

I despise watching the same movie over and over again. I'm pretty sure I've written about my resentement of dancing films before on this blog, but the latest piece of shit Stomp the yard every once of hate in me. I remember watching the trailer on TV realizing that virtually no story is actually given out during the course of this teenage cash-in, but also elements of other cultures were stolen simply to make my blood boil!

Let's see...what makes teenagers go to a movie:
- Black people...gotta have black people.
- Hip-Hope score...hand in hand with the black people.
- Phrases that don't mean anything: "Yoh, what are they doin'?" "Yoh shizna! Where you from? They stompin' da mutha fuckin yard y'all!"
- Asian culture tie-ins: Let's all dance like they practice martial arts in China.
- Underdog main character.
- Very little plot.

I burst out laughing when I read IGN's review. The first two paragraphs went on praising the film for not being like it's predecessors. The third paragraph then explained the story. From the first phrase of this paragraph "... [It] stars Columbus Short as DJ, a hotshot dancer who is shipped off to college after his older brother, Duron, is killed in a dancefloor hustle gone wrong." I had to stop, laugh for a good ten minutes and then write this. Still, as I write this, the words "dancefloor hustle gone wrong" can't help but hurt my ribs from all the laughter. Not only is this the plot of two to three films that were released in the past year, but it makes no effort to differ itself from it.

Like Eric (Portelance) mentionned, sports film follow in the same line. With very little differing plots, they too become some of the worst offerings around. What hurts my brain the most is the fact that most sports film are passed off as 'based on a true story'. Wich, by today's standard, should be the tag on every film out there.

If only they would release my documentary Stomp on your skull. Can't wait for the MPAA to get back to me.


The New Fruitcake

Do you know the old joke/saying about fruitcake? Nobody actually eats the stuff, but everyone receives fruitcake as a gift and then manages to inconspicuously pass it off to another? Louis-José Houde once commented on this, saying that there's probably only 5 fruitcakes in the whole world.

I am today announcing, however, that we are witnessing the demise of fruitcakes. It seems that whenever my parents have friends over, and they bring gifts, there is at least a 50% chance that they will bring some type of "fancy" olive, or other sorts of cooking oil. We have about 10 bottles of the stuff lying around. I'm not so sure what's so special or different about this olive oil from the cheap stuff you buy at the grocery store... but nobody seems to use it. The cycle will continue, and my mom will likely pass it on to someone else, who will receive it with the exact same fake enthusiasm that she did, and it will sit and collect dust on their shelf until they decide to pass it on to another unsuspecting victim.



There are moments when I wonder if some people just have no moral or logical compass whatsoever. I wrote some time ago about a person eating a bologna sandwich in one of my classes at 8:30am. At that point, I thought I had seen it all. Of course, there's always some douchebag who will manage to top things off.

Case in point: One of my classes is in a very packed, cramped, get-to-know-your-neighbour style auditorium. It's probably one of the worst learning environments I could think of -- but thankfully the class is incredibly engaging. As I sat there today waiting for class to start, there was an empty seat to the next of me. Some guy shows up and tries to squeeze himself in, bumping into everyone in the process. At this point, I notice that the guy has a TV dinner tray in his hands (you know, the plastic black ones). It's steaming hot, and there are noodles of some sort in there. I couldn't believe my eyes. This fucker thought that he would just munch on his goddamn fettuccine in the middle of class, while everyone around him has to put up with the smell.

The guy tries to sit down, but because it's so cramped, and his hands are full, he needed to pass his noodles off to someone so that he could take off his bag and jacket, and sit down in the chair. So he *kindly* asks if I'll hold his food for him while he sits down. All I said was: "what the fuck... I'm not touching your goddamn noodles. this isn't your living room, dude.", to which I just got this real arrogant look. Of course I could have been nice and held on to his tray while he sat down, but it was bad enough that he figured it was acceptable to be eating this in class that uncourteous dumbasses like him should not be encouraged. Now I hope I've seen it all.


Publicity in Quebec

"If it's doable, we'll do it!"
This ought to be Quebec's modo for publicity. On my way home this morning I was reminded of how badly the region of Montreal (and it's surroundings) love advertising when I looked at one of our public bus. The bus transports one ad on each of its side, plus one in the back. Added to that, a painted ad, direcly on the bus, has been added on each side, but above the windows. This coming from a province who constantly complains about a lack of money is hilarious.

Something else that needs mention are billboards. Montreal will put billboards wherever they find space to put them. On the way to Repentigny, alongside highway 40, several billboards have been placed one after the other with so little space in-between that it makes it near impossible to see some of them. The same can be said about the billboards alongside highway 20 and 720 on the West entrance into the city. If billboards aren't stimulating enough, don't worry because Montreal hosts a variety of ads in places that would give an ad poser vertigo!

These ads can be seen on the side panels of extended roofs, the side of buildings, inside busses, inside metros and metro station and inside malls! Ads are everywhere...beware!

And last but not least, the funniest of all:
Quebecois has had an obsession over a not-so-long-ago scandal based on these ads, and now that they still speak of it, they help commercialize the idea of ads even more.

Human History and Psychology

When one looks at the history of geography, the results of years and years of exploration and perspective understanding of the earth can be at times hilarious, and other times impressively precise. The looks of some of the first maps and the process undertaken to get such results is fairly interesting, and like a child, it's accumulation of knowledge shines over time. From the primitive maps to the more modern ones, the gathering and understanding of such information (and sometimes missunderstanding) one can draw a parallel between human history and human's psychological evolution.

All forms of knowledge in Western Civilization are deeply rooted in Greek history. Greeks often times speculated on different themes and ideas concerning different fields of science while putting the physical world that surrounded them to the test. From the discovery of stars, to the impressive battles and wars they've fought, Greek times ressemble childhood. A child puts the world that surrounds him to the test and fight when ideals aren't meant. A child throws a tantrum, throws objects around and learns to fight. Childhood is filled with world discoveries, bodily discoveries and understanding of spacial distribution and motion.

What follows in the history is the Roman Empire. This was a more refined, more military version of what happen during the Greek ages. Things were more organized and universal knowledge seemed applied. Where Greek's ideas and knowledge would stand trial, Romans had established a certain universal code of Knowledge and people were not to question it as much. When a child becomes a little older and attends school, he is enforced such universal knowledge, which in turn makes him enforce the knowledge unto others. Those who don't understand, or believe others are to be bullied and tormented. This also mirrors the several wars the Roman Empire fought.

After that, Western History falls into the Dark Ages. Although there was some discoveries and advancement in certain fields, the idea of having less expanded empires, more restraint to borrows and castle surroundings and the constant torment those higher in the social ladder is a perfect parallel to teenage years. High school, class distinctions, paranoia and 'deep emotional' problems sort of spell Dark Age. An age where one looks inwards and manages his own little borrow. The world feels miniature, limited to high school and a venturing slightly out of it. It's full of complicated and missunderstood social structures that aren't always logical. It's a time of near loss of knowledge, like sciences, it's the limbo between a full man and a child. "Can't play no more, but can't take responsibility either."

The before last step is the renaissance. The birth of critical analysis in human psychology. The requestionning of values from a wiser point of view and not to mention the establishment of a foundation for the years to come. Renaissance saw the renewed interest for sciences and expansions. The young adult stage also sees such a concept renewed. One cannot 'play' like a child, but can once again look upon the tools, toys and thought processes that a child holds and learn from them to establish a clearer understanding of oneself. It's a philosophical era, but it's also an experimental era. One now holds the responsibility and understanding of knowledge to properly experiment with the world around and concepts within.

The last step is modern times. Take what you know, pass it on and push it further. Build on top of current knowledge to help humanity as a whole is the goal. Then, teach such knowledge so future generations can push it further some more. The cycle begins anew.

Sciences through history and psychology of an individual has evolved almost in the exact same way. The evolution of all of the human race is comparable to the evolution of a sole individual, which, is quite an interesting feature. From the birth of Western Civilization, to the creation of the latest iPod, one can be reminded of the hard work a single individual puts into his own development.


A Matter of Perspective

From Richard Dawkins' The God Delusion:

"Tell me," the great twentieth-century philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein once asked a friend, "why do people always say it was natural for man to assume that the sun went round the Earth rather than that the Earth was rotating?" His friend replied, "well, obviously because it just looks as though the Sun is going round the Earth." Wittgenstein responded, "Well, what would it have looked like if it had looked as though the Earth was rotating?" I sometimes quote this remark of Wittgenstein in lectures, expecting the audience to laugh. Instead, they seem stunned into silence.