I forgot to mention earlier this week about the Air Hockey Tourney. Aside from it being a little bit lame, I did enter the tourney as a second seed. I dropped to fourth, which is better than coming dead last. The end result was a giant bruise on my right knee and a really achy shoulder two days later.

For those of you interested in paying lots of money to see 2 Fast 2 Furious, there has been a serious change in plans. I completely forgot about a certain very cool graduation party (for someone who does not post nearly enough) that I really wanted to attend next weekend. I'm thinking June 10. It's a Tuesday, so it's cheap and I have to be out in Burnaby to pick up Hail to the Thief from Grae. I'd still like to silently weep about my birthday, though.

In other news: There is no other news.

Friday Audio Day

Okay, this is more of a discussion MP3 this week. It is called Bad Things To Such Good People by Pedro the Lion. Absolutely beautiful song, again. This time it is in English. I found out this past week that Pedro the Lion is Christian "rock/emo/acoustic/etc". His voice compelled me to his music, and his songs are generally dark. Now that I have this new found knowledge about his faith, you can hear some very "heavy" lyrics. What I can't reconcile is what kind of Christian he is. His songs are still dark even with the Christian element. I include the lyrics for further analysis:

My jail shoes on
The well kept cemetary lawn
Both of them weeping
Their one good son now was gone
The irony to see my dad down on his knees
Crying out to Jesus
But Lord I've always done what's right
And all the while
The good Lord smiled
And looked the other way

When we were kids
I did my best to make them proud
It just wasn't in me
I could not fly straight to save my life

Their big success is now their biggest failure
Their golden child has been dethroned
Their reputation is now in ruin
Their tower to heaven has come tumbling down

Anyway, I am really curious on your thoughts as to whether this is an agnostic Christian, a devout Christian, or just a really dark Christian. Not that it matters all that much, but I find that many of his songs (now that I noticed--when I heard "Slow and Steady" something clicked) really religious in nature, but not in tone.

Next week, I promise something much more noisy.

So it's official... I need a new body. My old one finally crapped out on me and now I'm teetering on the edge of sugery (not going to happen unless I dislocate again within the next year). For those of you that I haven't talked to in a while, I dislocated my shoulder in January and then again a week later in February. Following that I attended some physiotherapy that I recently learned was further injuring my shoulder. Following the laughable therapy, I attended some real therapy. it helped a bit and I was looking foreward to returning to work this month, or maybe mid-June at the latest.

Fast forward to last friday. WCB says I need to return to work right away. My shoulder is still not ready, and as such, my work say, "No way! If you go in for a rescue, and your arm falls off, two people die! No dice!" WCB says, "Okay then, time for occupational rehab." For those of you who have the benefit of being relatively healthy or in good shape, Occupational Rehab is basically a 6 - 10 week program to prepare you for your return to work. It is scheduled for 6 hours a day, 5 days a week, but each day is closer to 7 hours. At rehab, I get to wander around doing repetetive tasks such as bolting pieces of wood to a pegboard for half an hour, or lugging a bag of rice back and forth across a gym as many times as i can in 20 minutes. This, coupled with a workout schedule (which I am not complaining about - I need an excuse to excercise) comprises my day from now until approximately August.

Nothing like waking up at 630am to be at rehab ny 730am, followed by the most boring work possible, followed by pain, followed by sleep-inducing education sessions about lifting with your knees and feel good psychology about how being injured doesn't make you less of a person. Add in the fact that I am the youngest person there by about 15 years. Also add that I am not an overweight, hippie, furniture mover or carpet cleaner and you will understand why I hate it so much. I should just lie and go back to work or something...

Other than that, life is grand! Consider the above rant my excuse for not calling you back if you contact me between the hours of 6am and 2 pm. I also tend to sleep at about 10pm now (so I can get up and function at 630am), so factor that in too. Weekends are still free, but I have yet to test how long I will be able to stay awake and still function the next day. Ugh.

Sigh...the best laid plans.



So, I'm supposed to go camping this weekend. I have a ride lined up. Just in case that ride falls through, I also have a ride lined up with someone who is "Almost certainly" going.

Of course, they both fell through.

Why can't the prom party be this week? I have this weekend free now, darn it!



So, todays episode of customer stupidity goes as follows:

A VERY pink colored woman walks into the cosmetics department. I mean, she's almost glowing, her skin is so burned. She has big white circles around her eyes. She wants me to find her something that will make the circles the same color as the rest of her tanning-bed destroyed skin. What am I supposed to do, guess what color it will be after she is no longer a shade strongly reminiscent of a 1980's windbreaker?
Some people.

Alrighty then, I guess I'm ranted out for now...

Eva

Thursday Link Day

Krackmonster:
MST3K on the cover. Some nifty wacky stuff inside.

Pacman:
No, seriously. Pacman. Flash Pacman.

Sobaka:
For those of you who know Sean Rorison and of is crazy escapades around the globe, here comes an account. He's now a published writer. Woo! All that travelling to dangerous places has paid off outside of experiences that few actually have.

Radiohead "video":
And for those of you who know Alex Tam, here's his contribution to the radiohead "blip" contest.

Macleans Article:
I hate feminism. This is an accurate portrayal of why I hate feminism. Here we are in the 21st century and these people are bitching about how boys and girls are in different employment fields. As though women are socially forced into becoming doctors. Goddamn it, it's all about the choices an individual makes, why does this need to be such a gender issue? I was reading about feminist politics for my Poli. Sci. class and got irrate at the entire chapter's dismissal of choice. Such as women are not in politics because it's set up for men because it requires travel and women aren't likely to want to travel away from their children. What the hell? And men like being away from their kids? Seriously, if you want a job that requires travel, don't have kids. It's a waste for you and a waste for the kid.

Suicide Club/Circle:
Okay, it's not really. But for those of you who have seen the glorious movie that is Suicide Club/Circle will know that this is a nice reality tie-in.

Suicide Club/Circle:
And more! Duke, consider this my movie wish list (including the "to be reviewed" section).

I love my hobby, I love my hobby, I love my hobby.....

Except when it comes to hand sewing details on medieval costumes, when all I can do is quietly chant that over and over until I almost belive it, then come and bitch about it to everyone here for a break....

Alison...I assume the titan-haired amazon godess Alison from the sound of the post...will you be at Sealion? I'd love to see you, and I'm going to try my best to be there as I have the weekend off...

So I actually heard a joke I liked the other day:

Two cows are standing in a field. One cow says to the other "Are you worried about this mad cow thing?"
The other says " Why should I worry? I'm a helicopter."

My ramblings cease now, before I really embarass myself....

Eva

Shaolin Soccer
Horrible, horrible, hysterical.
I really don't know what to say about this movie. It has a lot of things in it; although it was still lacking in the zombie department. Let's see. Spoilers, probably (highlight with your mouse): It starts out with a teammate (Hung) paying Golden Leg off to blow the game. The cheque bounces (this would be a spoiler if it was made clear in the movie, but the subtitles are clearly engrish), and Hung arranges to have his Golden Leg "readjusted".
Cut to future.
Golden Leg meets Steel Leg, soccer eventually ensues. Steel Leg has the most unfortunate brothers ever. They're former kung fu students that have either ended up without jobs or without dignified jobs (except maybe the number cruncher, Iron Shirt). They end up forming the team of Shaolin Team in the soccer championships. Of course, Hung's Team Evil are in the final, as are the Shaolin Team. The Team Evil are American Injection enhanced (bwah?) and are able to compete with the Chi.
There is a love interest (funniest "romantic confession" scene ever), a bitter long-term rivalry, there is attitude change, character growth and a CG'd soccer ball. All in all, humourous and stupid.
Arbitrary score of 143.

Heard a great story last night. It's incredibly offensive, so I'll leave the names out. Anyway, the premise was that this person's friend used to go around and sleep with guys. Give it a few weeks time afterwards and tell the boy that she was now pregnant and needed $400 for an abortion. Take the money and go out drinking with her friends. This is all in high school. This is brilliant (and incredibly evil) because the guys would in no way talk about this to anyone else in the school and left it to be abused many times over (this person assumes around a dozen times in one small school). Wow. It's like some sort of ladies' choice prostitution. They choose who is going to pay $400 to sleep with them. Mind boggling, evil and hilarious. Brilliant.

My philosophy professor has decided that he is going to teach bad English as a side topic. He marked commas all over my paper and said to watch out for punctuation. I reviewed these comma splices and decided I would talk to him at the break (I probably would have ignored it if it wasn't for the whole comment on watching my punctuation). Anyway, before I get the chance, he breaks into a tyrant about using English properly and picked out some pet peeves that he received (I agreed with most of them except for the "use commas liberally" and the whole s' when creating a possessive of a proper name that ended in an S). At the break I corrected him about the comma splices and during class I brought up the S' thing. During class he said that he has seen it both ways, to which I replied that the other way is wrong despite seeing it the other way. I am such a little shit disturber sometimes.

Wednesday Math Day

Fourty-one (41):
The amount of minutes spent on my mid-term yesterday.

Four (4):
The number of hours in the actual class.

Four (4):
The number of movies a week I am slowly averaging.

One hundred and seven (107):
The number of keys on my keyboard.

Seven (7):
How many links I have so far for tomorrow.

Two (2):
The number of minutes that Mike was late yesterday.

Twenty-eight (28):
The number of minutes that Mike was early (based on last year scheduling) yesterday.

Fourteen (14):
The number of fans whirring inside CPUs in my room right now.

Six (6):
The number of monitors around me.

Five (5):
The amount of times I've thought "How lame" while writing this. Which is exactly 1/3 of the amount of times you've thought this.

It has been a very long time.

Did well last term. In fact, I did better than I have in my life, with the exception of Grade 1 where my literacy proved to be a boon. Hell, I tore through those skillpacks like the proverbial bat out of hell. Don't ask about math, though.

My Dad is still marrying Judy in July. I felt like Benedict Arnold as I helped them put togetther wedding invites. I could probably work up the energy to like her, but there's a little voice in the back of my head that reminds me

Nobody has told Mum yet.

See, my mother has instated an unspoken rule wherein nobody talks about what Dad is doing currently. We may mention events in which he has featured in the past, but she makes it clear that she doesn't want to know what's going on in his life. Unfortunately, the obvious solution

Don't mention it to Mum, and worry about it years down the road.

is not an option. See, my brother is getting married in October, and both my Mother and Father will be in attendance. It'll crush her if she finds out by meeting Dad's wife. She'll be pissed at us for not telling, at the very least. When I pointed this out to Dad, he replied with a firm

"Gee, I hadn't thought of that!"

Great. He said he'd tell her, but it's been two weeks and no dice. If he doesn't tell her this week, I bloody well will.

In other news, here's a couple of shout outs:

Rachael: If you're talking about the Karen I think you're talking about, you should know that she's awesome to live with. I highly recommend her as a roommate. Try to be patient with the 2 AM conga lines (only happened once, and she didn't know I was home). She's worth it.

Karen: Help!! I need mail that may have come to the old house for me. I'd have phoned, but I don't have the new number. Also, where the heck is Lance???

Corinne: Sorry I couldn't make the Cinco d Mayo festivities, but, quite frankly, I'm poor. And it looks that way for the rest of the summer. I miss having a regular income. Awesome tattoo, by the way.

Bob: Sorry I missed you. I suck. It really has been inexcusable, and I'm sorry.

Time for lunch.

Al

Of deleted posts, movies, television, and crazy whores.

Of Deleted Posts
I had a post here originally. It was inspired by Rachael's email, which I will include later. Anyway, it got deleted when I tried to preview it as a post. And it vanished into the unknown and if it ever shows up again...

Of Television
I was watching television while visiting my parents (because that is what they do). Anyway I'm watching "Phat15" on Much (I remember when it was called MuchMusic), a show that pretends that it is presenting the top 15 most influential rap musicians of the 80s and beyond. And in between the segments were ads. And there is a new Vodka cooler called Pure. And there is a pregnancy test called Clearblue. These commercials come on one after another. In teen programming. And then the Civic Nation Represent ad (it's actually a great concept to advertise to people who prettify their $15,000 cars with lights and paint).

Of Movies

Part I
To tie in a few things here, we have the Civics mentioned above, the email from Rachael and the movies, which can only add up to one thing! Yes, kids it's the summer blockbuster kick-off with crappy dialogue and a pound and a half of eye candy per square inch. Some of us here at The Last Time would argue that it kicked off with Matrix: Reloaded, but I sincerely believe that M:R is one movie that has people thinking and hypothesizing and trying to dispute what the Matrix is. No one* cares about what the engine speed is.
*Although I have been wrong in the past.
And here is Rachael's RSVP for 2 Fast 2 Furious:

Part II
Bully
I had a few problems with this movie. Namely, I didn't care about any of the actors or characters. Here is a pile of 17 year old fucktards, highly drugged up, oversexed and plotting the demise of one of their peers. Sure, there was one that was undersexed and wasn't cool enough to be offered drugs. And there was one who wasn't even 17, but rather 22. You just don't care about the demise of the target or the kids themselves. On the outset, seven kids being involved in a murder is tragic because it is based on a true story, but actually watching these kids, you don't care if they get caught, get punished, succeed in killing the kid.
A lot of teen nudity, teen sex, teen drugs, teen idiocy, teen dialogue, teen angst, teen pregnancy, teen parenting and not enough real push for caring what happens to the characters themselves. Caught it with Erin, Aidan and Grae. The extra features interviews is where lay the true comedy gold.

Part III
About a Boy
Based on the book by Nick Hornby (High Fidelity), this movie is hysterical. I laughed so hard at this movie. I remember hearing about this movie via Badly Drawn Boy doing the soundtrack a while back and really wanting to see it (especially after the High Fidelity tie-in). Never got around to it, no one wanted to go and see it with me, etc. It was playing at my parents' place on the digital cable and I watched it with Grae and my dad. Followed by FUBAR (which my mother returned home to be unimpressed by the language). One of the best scenes in About a Boy is when Marcus, the kid, is singing "Shake your ass! Watch yourself!" down the hallway of his school. And the voiceovers are hilarious and poignant. Awesome, awesome movie.

Of Whores
The life of the bus rider is one of many adventures. On Saturday, on my way to work, two crazy strung out whores were yelling at each other.
"I can take you out in one punch."
"I highly doubt it, you whore."
"I'll even let you take the first hit you stupid skank. You won't even be able to hit me."
"You're such a fucking whore."
"At least I'm not a drug addict."
"Yeah, well. So what?"
"Yeah. So. What."
"Fuck you."
"Fuck you. I'm going to kick your ass. When do you get off?"
"Fuck you, you fucking fuck. I get off at fucking Kingsway, you fucking whore."
"I'll get off early just to fucking kicking your sorry ass."
"Are you psychotic? Are you on medications or something?!"
"No! I'm not on medications, but I am psychotic! But I'm not on anything."
"Maybe you should be."
"Maybe I should."
"Yeah. Maybe you should."
"Maybe I should."
"Yeah. Maybe you should."
"Maybe I should."
"Yeah. Maybe you should."
"Maybe I should."
"Yeah. Maybe you should."
"Maybe I should."
"Yeah. Maybe you should."
"Fuck you."
Somewhere amongst all this animosity the women start shoving each other in their seats. The bus driver finally kicks the psychotic "one" off of the bus (with much difficulty) with two buses waiting behind it (trolley buses have to wait for the lead bus). Now to add to the image of the squabbling drug/psycho prostitutes from hell: They both looked in their forties and haggard. Classy dames, I tell you. The prize of Cordova those women were.

CONFESSIONS OF A RUM-ADDLED MIND, vol. 6
(Summer rants)

1. It's an oven in my employer's '94 accord...Jeezus, it's worse outside man!
I don't want to go home :-<

2. Something about a quiet movie night evolving into a Takashi film festival over at my place in
eagle ridge...numbers...I never said I wanted to keep numbers down! If 30 show, great! I'm just
in the process of re-organizing an apartment to maximize on actual living area and numbers could
have some bearing on furniture arrangement, that's all...Don't forget swim trunks...don't worry
about tennis rackets...I have 2 pro, 2 kiddie and brooms after that. See #5 for movies.

3. Night Markets Rule!
a) Chinatown Nightmarket (pender, between main and gore) opened Friday, May 30th and runs
from 7:00pm to Midnight every Fri/Sat/Sun until September.
b) Richmond Nightmarket (NEW venue: Bridgepoint mall at north end of no. 3, 8811 River Rd.)
opens this Friday, June 6th and runs from 7:00pm to Midnight every Fri/Sat/Sun until September.
NOTE: Parking is limited. There is a free shuttle that picks up at Cambie and Garden City if you
prefer...or park at costco. The market is at the new site for GC Casino, behind the construction.

We're planning a big trip there for Friday June 13th, hopefully before the authorities raid and take
all the good reprint dvds and games for themselves. I want my Stperbit Bruce Almighty.

4. Have you checked out "www.cinemuerte.com"? Horror Films rock! Maybe Udo Kier will actually
show up this year...

5. Takashi films for Saturday night:
- Audition: A widower stages a phony casting call to recruit a young, beautiful wife. It backfires and
a sequence that no man can comfortably watch ensues.
- Dead or Alive: The epic battle between Riki and Sho...which spans an entire trilogy. Interesting that
each movie has no concept of continuity, other than the fact that these two keep tearing Japan
apart. This one deals with a modern-day tokyo underworld that is being overrun by triads. Riki
seeks to destroy them all and take everything...Sho plays a hard-boiled detective.
- Happiness of the Katakuris: A light-hearted musical about a family who run a bed and breakfast out
in the country, unfortunately their guests keep mysteriously dying. This is classed under "Horror",
"Family" and "Musical"...EQUALLY. Includes "The Death Song".
- Fudoh - The new generation: A gang of students seeks revenge against a family of yakuza
assassins including a pair of elementary school kids and a stripper with an interesting arsenal.
- Visitor Q (Bizita Q): A failed TV reporter who has relations with his daughter makes a documentary
about violence and sex among youths...centered around an extremely dysfunctional family. This one
is apparently traumatic...

-Duke

Friday Audio Day

New Feature!

This is a temporary trial, we'll see if my ISP will kill me for this; we'll see.

The first audio treat is 6:48 long and is not in English. Still interested? It's Sigur Ros's* Staralfur. I'm in love with this song right now, so beautifully written and very sad.

It will rotate once a week.

* There is an accent on the "o", but this publishing tool seems to have problems with special characters.

Future music selections are allowed to be suggested. I haven't figured out what next week will bring, but I would like to switch tracks to something a little less sad, a little shorter, and maybe something not so foreign. I think I just described a pop song, but we'll see what appears next week.

I'm thinking Taco the Wonder Dog...

Man masturbating to my class today.
Threw a pen at a classmate.
Will expand later.

While not exactly a haiku, it is poetic in its own rights. Let’s start with the pen throwing because it is obviously less interesting than sex. Sex sells, so I’ll use the promise of some weirdo perverse guy as the punchline.

There is this kid in my class. Let’s call him Mike. Mike tends to have a lot of things to say. He makes me think of kids who want participation marks, but aren’t always that clever. Or they are too clever and think way too far outside the topic at hand. There is a girl in this class who suffers from similar problems, except she’s more along the lines of “I’ve read all of the entire works of Shakespeare and he would say that moralizing politics is against our nature.” This is great because you can’t refute a person who has read all the blah blah blahs by blah blah blah. “And the Gettysburg address is a fascinating document. We should all read it if you are interested in the bigger picture of life.” Anyway, I am digressing. Back to this Mike character who can’t seem to stay in focus or on task. He likes to argue, but rarely sticks to a thesis. He likes to be opinionated, and when he’s wrong he declares Devil’s Advocate. He likes to talk, but rarely focuses on the topic, and occasionally on the subject. He’s dogmatic about his interpretations of the world around him, and doesn’t seem to ever want to concede points (granted, he will; but it seems like you must grant him a point before he grants one to you). He talks out of turn all the time, even if it is just to interject his point (I don’t mind when he speaks out of turn to defend a point he made that was refuted). Today, in class we were all taking turns in a round table discussion on Bernhard Schlink’s The Reader. Anyway, as it became my turn to speak, Mike turns to two people near him to begin a side discussion. I open my mouth and close it waiting for Mike to stop chatting it up with the people near him. It’s rude to the entire class. The instructor noticed that I was not talking, and told Mike & crew to settle down and listen. Mike jumps into the discussion as though he had just been called upon to give his views. I go ”Wraaaaaaaah!” and grab my red pen and just chuck it from one corner of the room to the other. Once that was all settled, we acted like a civil class from that point forward.

Now for the pervert story. Same class. I look out the window. I see a guy smoking outside–there is a “smoke pit” of sorts right outside of all the buildings. Admittedly, the smoke wafts into the room and pisses me right off. Anyway, I notice that he is rubbing himself through his jeans. I look again to make sure he isn’t just readjusting, or grabbing keys or something. Nope. Triple check before making accusations, and sure enough, he’s getting off to our class. I get up and mention it quietly to the instructor. We break and he goes over to security. After the break, someone else in my class (who showed up late) noticed the same guy walking around in circles in the parking lot when she got in. Crazy day at school. Mmmm sexual perversion on campus. If I find out that any of my friends should go so far off the deep end to use college campus windows instead of downloading porn, I will have you castrated. Don’t be so weird.

Thursday Link Day

Epitonic:
Music stuff!

Bone Trade:
Some crazy people in Baltimore want to recreate old movie stars. And by recreate I don't mean computer generated.

Lucky Penny Handmade:
"My fascination with dog sweaters began when I adopted my first dog, a tiny Pekingese named Yoda." begins this fascinating website.

Sweden's Sweetheart Interview:
Who knew? These are all results from google searching my name. And this one is a little odd.

Tee A. Corinne:
Lesbian photography. No guarantees about finding porn, though.

Dear Raed:
Finally updated May 7, 2003. One of the most fascinating war time "journalists" available online. I found this through a Slate article just when it looked like the U.S. would declare war on Iraq. It's Salam Pax's journal from Bagdad, which was originally set up as a search to find his friend Raed. From the first post you read, you will know that he has found Raed. I'll leave the mystery up to you as to how he found Raed in the time of war. Personally, I was concerned that he died i the raids or "shock and awe" campaigns of the U.S. military.
For those of you opposed to war in Iraq, this is an excellent view of the destruction, liberation and attitudes of the Iraqi people. Beautiful.

Matrix Essays:
This one is mostly for Duke and his latest questions. Filled with spoilers and interesting takes, this is another feature on the front of Blogger.

b3ta:
What a linking site should be.

Wednesday Math Day

Fifteen hundred (1,500):
The number of words I am supposed to write for a paper I haven't started that is due tomorrow.

Two (2):
Days in a row I have woken up in the morning covered in blood. It's as traumatic as you think. And super cool; you feel like you've been out murdering in your sleep.

Three hundred and eighty (380):
The cost of a new computer that is twice the speed of mine; with 512K DDR RAM.

Eight (8):
The hour at which I passed out at last night.

Eleven (11):
The hour in which I awoke this morning.

Forty-three (43):
Number of pages on a Google search for my name (I'll link some of the cooler results on Thursday Link Day).

CONFESSIONS OF A RUM-ADDLED MIND, Issue #5

"The Matrix Reloaded" (my rate: 4/5 *'s)

*** WARNING: SPOILERS, DON'T READ IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN ***

You need to play "Enter the matrix" to get the whole scoop.

PROS
-Incredible special effects, a little over the top, but we're not exactly modeling reality, right?
-The best traffic chase since Ronin.
-Powerful characters that really flex their muscles, a little too much so...but the main "matrix" is becoming more artificial, no? There's nothing that Neo CAN'T do at this point...even resurrect and fly.

CONS
-Slow first hour. The pacing was agonizing, perhaps part of a buildup. They spent 10min emphasizing how the new operator's wife didn't think he was coming back, but would rather suffer brother dozer's fate.
-Sloppy editing for inter-action scenes, but again, this ties into the game.
-Cheesier dialog than ever before..."Goodnight, Zion"

Points to consider:
-Greek mythology names, no ties to the original tales from what I gather. i.e. Niobe, Persephone.
-The final 72 hours is really a contest between man and machine, after which time 14 individuals rebuild Zion and begin again. Does this make Neo the new governor? Was the old governor who spoke to him in the machine room the old "ONE"?
-The architect is the father of the matrix and the oracle the mother. The prophecy is another form of control to force the rebels to pursue the same goal in each new version of the matrix.
-Morpheus does not like the idea of fate [1] but risks everything for the sake of the prophecy, an inherent promise that is almost a "program" of his own. The prophecy is dictated by a computer program, the oracle, supposedly not connected to the matrix. The architect scoffs at Neo's reference to the oracle and the prophecy.
-Each time Zion is destroyed, the matrix is revised. This is the 6th iteration, the first being too utopian a society to be accepted by the populace [1].
-The French "program" in the restaurant delivers a speech on "cause and effect" and implies that even the rebels do not enjoy free will. They follow orders given by...the machine? the architect? the oracle.
-The year is even later than the rebels anticipated.
-Upon choosing not to rebuild Zion, but rather face total annihilation, Neo is capable of disabling sentinels on the earth's surface with his bare hands. Did his encounter with Smith make him more intimate with the machine or is the "real world" as the rebels know it simply a "meta-matrix"? Therefore, the matrix is a matrix within another matrix, so the rebels are NOT free, but in the first tier of a two dimensional simulation.
-While on the earth's surface, Neo suggests "something is wrong, something is different". Is something different from the "real" world with which he is familiar? Did they enter a "meta-matrix" at some point in the movie? One that wasn't inherent from the start of the first movie?
-If a "meta-matrix" exists, are the machines merely simulating a rebellion to become better prepared for the real thing?
-Smith's encounter with Neo has freed him from the matrix program and he has evolved into a virus, much to the irony of his speech to Morpheus in the first movie. Neo's dream came true and he "jacked-out" of the matrix and into a human host, intent on killing Neo. That host was recovered at the end of M:R.

-Neo receives a gift of a spoon in the "real" world, Zion actually, that he is supposed to know the meaning of. Does the same philosophy apply and therefore support the meta-matrix theory?

-Duke

I am supposed to be swamped with homework, but it is as if I have completely settled back into school. I can't focus on homework. I don't think I have that much homework, but I really need to start thinking about my "Book Review". I have four distinct choices to write about. No creativity allowed in either of my classes this semester. Has anyone read The Reader by Bernhard Schlink? It's an Oprah Book Club Book...

I've been off since Tuesday. And I don't mean time off, but just off. Like the feeling of forgetting how to walk. Part of me wants to talk it out, but everytime I go to find the words they don't come. Which is the forgetting how to walk syndrome. Part is fear of judgment, part is the fear of acknowledgement.

I'll be back to myself in a month, I'm certain. Wow, I only have a month left in this semester.

I'm hungry, too. I slept in until noon. I woke up covered in blood. I am going to get around to those two mini-papers Ineed to do for tomorrow, and then finish up my readings.

I miss you guys, we should go camping this summer.

I am soo busy right now. I must cut myself off from human contact for a while so I can finish my school work. Karen's computer is offline by-the-way. I have a headache, I am tired, I am hungry, I have so much work to do! See ya!

Summer has arrived. I can tell by the fact that a bunch of you seem to have fallen off the face of the earth (perhaps to the scalp?). Where is Rachael!? Karen, the girl who was the most excited to have a forum to speak in? C'mon Eddie, you've got more to say! Mariko, who sent a long email a while back updating me all about where her life is at, only to vanish from the publishing world! Bob is excusable as he has no internet (I feel for ya, buddy). But Eva, Owen, and Al are all unplugged for no reason other than the sun (and judging from their collective pigmentation: this is not an excuse). This isn't even counting those that haven't signed on yet. Duke and Jason are exempt from judgement as they are definitely members here.

But in all seriousness, what are you guys doing for the summer? Are some of you back in school? What are you wading through? What summer employment (or steady employment) have you found yourself in? Who's your asshole boss? What did you have for breakfast? Enquiring minds want to know!

The new layout isn't that confusing, is it?

Okay, I am employed at the same old same old and I need to go to it now. But when I get back, I want to have a serious discussion about your lack of writing.

Here is a better picture of said tattoo that I love.

Photoshop Amusement.
This was done because someone online said I was a punk for defying authority.

Wednesday Math Day

Two (2):
The number of classes I am taking this half of the semester.

Eight (8):
How many hours of class I have (straight) a day.

Fifteen (15):
How many dollars it will cost me to go to see The Matrix:Reloaded.

Eleven (11):
The number of solicited emails I received last night. I felt so loved. Except for that one email from Hotmail telling me my account was over the limit.

Two Thousand (2,000):
Number of Pepsi points needed to secure a Sony Cyber-Shot U digital camera (start drinking with me guys, and send me your points!). Note: I hate Pepsi aside from their evil promotions.

One thousand two hundred (1,200):
The minimum amount of pre-tax, pre-deposit dollars spent on Pepsi products to secure the camera.

Four hundred (400):
Manufacturer's Suggested Retail Price for said camera (I want the blue one).

**** (*):
Actual price I will pay by going through Grae. (Number edited because it would be bad for me to say anything other than it would not cost me $400).

Three (3):
My posts today.

In other news: I got a rewrite secured.

I went in this morning to talk to the instructor about my paper. It wasn't as bad as I thought. He just wanted to discuss strategies on how to approach my thesis better. He said I could use my same thesis (and I am under the impression he wants me to "try again" with the same idea) and angle my paper more to bitch out the angle the book takes rather than all peace-loving hippies everywhere. I've got a couple weeks to do it; any thoughts as to where I can find a good source of WWI benefit books? I'll probably go to the library Friday morning before work, as it is the earliest time (and only time) I have available for a while.

Tonight (after that meeting with my instructor and work), Bob and the Film Society are showing The Matrix up at SFU, but I can't seem to find out any information on it. And that board is dusty. So dusty. I think the boiler room at my house has been touched more recently. So much potential lost due to inactivity. Everyone who likes free movies (in the Greater Vancouver area) should go there and start posting to overwhelm them with popularity. Maybe they'll check more often.

Tomorrow night is The Matrix: Reloaded (how will I get a white trench coat, white suit, white tie and dread my hair in time?!) and the Animatrix earlier Gareth & Sophie's. Plus I have school all day long (and by all day I mean from 8am-4pm no break). I go straight from school to Metrotown to meet Bob, to take him over to Gareth and Sophie's. From there, the shorts. From there the line-up. From there, the movie. From there, home to bed.

Friday morning I am going to the library, then work, then Anna's "Bonne Voyage Forever" party is going on. I told you it was Friday, Bob. Anyone else know Anna and are going that way (looks suspiciously at Mariko and Bob)?

Saturday, I work again and hopefully sleep.

Perhaps a screening of Lilo & Stitch is in order for Sunday evening. Anyone interested?

And now to do my next post, as it is Wednesday Math Day! Which reminds me, I need to find the photograph I doctored to look like a punk. Also known as Image Day Saturdays!

Because it has become tradition for me to have two or more birthday parties every year, I am going to have two (maybe I'll tie in the third event as well as a birthday thing) social parties, perhaps a dinner with my family and possibly dinner with Grae's family. Because I can. Thus making June my official birthday month.

Event One:
Saturday June 7th, 2003.
Eveningish.
Clubhouse.
The plan is just a quiet social thing. Maybe watch a movie or so. Perhaps get around to doing a movie marathon. Popcorn, beer and soda make the "theme". It is just for anyone who just wants to come and relax.

Event Two:
Saturday June 14th, 2003.
Mock Prom on the Town.
We'll probably organize at the Clubhouse around 6pm. I may sort it out to be that the girls come a bit early so the guys don't have to sit through the initial inane discussions of "I love that dress!! And your hair! Oh. My. God." Etc. And gives the girls an opportunity to gossip about their dates (although, if your date is a girl, you may have problems). This is just a possibility, we'll see. We'll leave the Clubhouse around 7pm. Don't worry if you can't make it. I am certain that we will have all accessorized our cell phones to match our hair and purses [laughing to myself here]. If anyone needs my number just email me about it.

Event Three:
This is not so much a birthday thing as a tour and caravan thing to Seattle on Monday June 16th, 2003. Alkaline Trio cancelled a show earlier this year, and this is the reschedule. If you want to buy tickets the username is "alkaline" and the password is "tickets". Clever. Grae's going to try to get a vehicle (if he doesn't get one, we're not going and that's a lot of money wasted as I already have got tickets) and there are about 3 seats available (5 if he secures the van). First three to get tickets and back to us win a free trip to Seattle on a Monday night!

I have two things to post this evening that I can think of so there we go:

1) Review of the party on Saturday.

While not quite up to the craziness of our past cinqo de maio's, and attendence nowhere near the amount of people who we invited (Some notable MIA's: Everyone from my work that I invited, Garath & Sophie, Karen & Raylene....I hate to name names, but there ya go, that's what you get for not coming, fuckers.) methinks a good time was had by all. I had many a good conversation, but didn't get too drunk (actually only very barely buzzed, though Corinne was smashed, teehee). Owen was up to his usual antics, drinking pretty much anything handed to him, but the salt was way too much and forced one drink to be poured out. Lots of people copped out and left early, others even long enough that they needed to cab home or crash here. (This was cool since some of these people were those whose friendship with me is still recent and it allowed me to get to know them better....very cool indeed) No noise complaints although a bunch of us stayed up until 4-5 Am and went to breakfast the next day... Good party, methinks.

2) Review of X2

In a word awesome. I will break this review into a few parts:

a) Nightcrawler: Always one of my favorite xmen, they really did well with his character, changing him in just the right ways to make him more complex. His powers are done very well, and I think that the opening scene is worth the price of admission alone.
b) Wolverine: They made him kick some serious ass. They seem to focus on him, which is complaint of Mike's but I think that's a good thing as I think that he's one of the most easily developed characters to begin with, and they can develop others over time (Since I think that it will become a bit of a movie serial, and they have already began with Storm and Jean Grae.
c) Pheonix: I like the build up despite its real lack of subtlety. I expect that Jason Stryker will play the role of the hellfire club in providing the hallucination that twist her into the white queen.
d) Colossus: Wicked, as I think his powers are a little one-dimensional (I mean how often do you wanna watch a metal guy hit someone real hard?) they only used him briefly, but he did kick some ass for a kid... well done.
e) The general theme of introducing new character and sequel possibilities is really neat... they can really create the first movie serial in some time, which is kind of nice as long as they don't drop the ball.

Good times last night. It was good to see all of you again, even if it was a difference of a day. My liquor cabinet is quickly disapating which is always a good sign. I don't know where I am going to continue to get homemade wine to replenish the "cellar". I figure two or three more parties at the Clubhouse should be enough to empty all my alcohol. And to MisterEff for buying the Baja Rosa for me with the stipulation to not drink it all in one night: My apologies.

I had a great time and thanks Owen for the walk, it took the bulk of the intoxication out of me. I felt much better after it. Although I did feel a lot more tired when I got back.

To Boots and Dave regarding the bags: we tried to take them into the community policing station today, but they were closed. The name Isabelle Robillard is not listed in the phone book, and I couldn't see an easily accessible phone number anywhere amongst her things. It's probably best that they are turned in tomorrow to the policing station.

Other than it was a lot of fun last night, I think more bizarre stories need to come out of the next party in June. If you guys are not on the email list for whatever reason: the next clubhouse party is Saturday June 7th. It will either be a mock prom, mock-stag, night on the town, or house party. It's still undecided. The mock-prom has it's supporters, but I feel that it might be too exclusive and may exclude some guys who are just not up to dressing in slacks and a tie with greased down hair with the garden-raided "corsage" just to get drunk and get weird looks from passer-bys. We'll see. If it is the mock-prom, I'll be sure to give everyone a couple weeks to throw together some get-up.

Hi. Um........hi. I don't have anything interesting to write, but i was told to post something, and i always do as i'm told. Good party beanie, Nick really enjoyed talking computer junk with you. Everyone enjoying this beautiful sunday? I did something stupid this morning. I got up at 9 to go to band and just before i left at 9:30, i realized that practice wasn't until 7 tonight. That sucked. Oh well. Righty, i'm just gonna go now.

I met a boy with my tattoo*. Except instead of the black he had, I want it to be dark blue.

* The tattoo I want flairs out at the bottom rather than curving back inward; following the curve of my back. Instead of black, dark blue with light blue accents.

Lots of work for Cinco de Mayo to do. Hope to see you there!

Feeling good,
Corinne the Bean

Oh I forgot...Jon said he and Ava were coming.

So, as MisterEff has pointed out, we're having a severe drop in turn out for tomorrow. I don't have a huge problem with it. Some of the most dastardly events occur with less than 8 people. And, Duke, before the Tequila begins the destruction of livers, we need to take Emile out for a real test drive. Anyway, I haven't heard anything from anyone about coming, save for Duke, Birthday Boy Jason, MisterEff, Bob and Rachael with possibly Aidan. Meh, we'll all get drunk and have a secret party where whatever occurs there will be privy to the those that were there (and perhaps the camcorder...). And then we'll see who sends regrets!

I need some down time to myself! I have over 10 chapters to read by Tuesday. This would be fine and dandy if it weren't for the whole Cinco de Mayo plans I have going.

Tonight, I am out at Bob's place for drinks and hooplah and housewarming. By the way, Bob's bathroom is vomit coloured. Next time you're at his place, check it out. It's almost as if the landlord knew drunken revelry and vomiting in the bathroom would occur. It's impressive. An undercoat of orange with sponge painting of yellow and light blue: An experiment gone totally wrong. Bob's room however is huge and not painted vomit colour. To those going: I'll see you tonight.

Tomorrow night is the marginally anticipated event of the... Clubhouse? It certainly isn't of the month, as there are other larger events occurring. And from the predicted turn-out, it isn't of the evening either. Kim and Matt are going to the island to visit with the Sue and her husband, Dave, and their spawn, Emma. Alison the Burninator lives on the island and will most likely not be returning no matter how many tequila shots beckon her. I just found out Angela (who says she doesn't like the name Emile for Duke's car) has some birthday party to go to. Gareth and Sophie are taking MexicanMike out for his birthday (like a Cinco de Mayo party wouldn't be suiting!?). Anna alleges that she has a birthday to go to as well. Eddie, Eva, Owen, Mariko, Cameron, Kat, Boots, Paul, Karen, and Toby never got back to me. And that isn't including personal invites. It should be noted that this Saturday is also a celebration of Jason's birthday. I had a picture of Jason on the site, but it looked like he was shooting lasers out of them and I was going to photoshop some actual lasers into them so it would look super cool. But I procrastinate.

I've decided not to do anything for my birthday. I don't think there is enough time to plan anything, and especially as I watch Grae clean most of the house I realize how much effort it's going to take. I'll be in the last two weeks of school that weekend, and it isn't worth it. I'll probably just do the family thing and quietly turn 24. I'll let you know how that goes. I haven't had a quiet birthday since I was a kid and no one liked me and my parents didn't have enough money to take me to Chuck E. Cheese's so I could buy friends like Kori Benett did. :laughing:

I think I've expended enough work time writing this monologue, and between Duke and I, we've published a good chunk of reading for you all.

CONFESSIONS OF A RUM-ADDLED MIND, Issue #4
By: Duke Radule

In this issue: Canucks, Battle Royale, X2, The Animatrix, May 5th

On the Canucks...so what the hell happened? 3 losses in a row, last night's being the least brutal. What was with that goal where the assist flipped up the puck and the attacker deftly batted it in? I swore I wasn't going to listen to 980 at home, particularly during the 50min commute home during which time I was cut off by at least half a dozen SUV's each sporting those idiotic looking flags on either side of the vehicle. Believe it or not I still counted one on the way to work this morning. Tee time was 7:00am for our team.

On Battle Royale...Corinne, would you really wear that shirt? I just hope the sequel, Battle Royale 2, is as explosive and ridiculous as the trailer looks. They need to bring back that funky hip-hop girl to explain the rules. The kids revolt again! Only in Japanese theaters this summer!

On X2...this left a bad taste in my mouth, although the action was good and the special effects were phenomenal, the sketchy plot leaves much to be desired. They're being pretty selective about what elements of the comic books are driving the movie franchise and the pacing could make for many sequels to come, if they want to fully develop each character. This one focused on Wolverine, Nightcrawler (who I thought was wicked, particularly in the white house) and later Jean Gray. I don't even know who Kelly Hu was supposed to be, Wolverine never had an equal...regenerative abilities are very rare. Mystique was developed further and performed some interesting espionage...Did you happen to notice that both Beast and Jubilee were present? Beast was interviewed on TV in human form briefly and Jubilee was imprisoned with the kids. My thoughts on X3...the last 30 seconds of X2 pretty much outlines the plot. Joel Schumacher, keep your greasy fucking hands off this franchise. MORE COLOSSUS!!! NOW!

On the Animatrix...This is absolutely wicked so far! Instead of wasting everyone's time and money with subpar prequels (like some directors I know, whose name rhymes with blucas) the Wachowski Bros. handed the storytelling task over to 7 of the top anime directors of all time. I must say "Final Flight of the Osiris" is even better than Final Fantasy, not only for the realism in fluid body motion, but for the addition of matrix-style effects. The Second Renaissance beautifully outlines the war between man and machine...although a bit hokey, it demands sympathy for the machine. Detective's Story and Kid's Story (by Shinichiro Watanabe of cowboy bebop fame) outline post apocalypse tales within the matrix, where freed outsiders are pursued as criminal fugitives and hackers. "Program" and the other two I haven't gotten to yet. I am looking forward to Reloaded though...big time.

On May 5th...Cop outs, eh? We'll just have to drive around rounding them up and forcing them to drink Tequila shots until they can't feel feelings anymore...except Angela, she was guilted into a friend's birthday party...which I should probably go to, but Tequila calls. I plan to get drunk and go on a mousehunt...you remember that giant bastard making the moves on my woman?

Cheers,
Duke

Thursday Link Day

Eric Conveys an Emotion:
I don't know how to inroduce this site to you other than it gets progressively better. It's older, as in 1998. So there are those pesky frame things. Make sure you have the audio on for a few of the pictures.

Milky Elephant:
Animations and online toys! Karl Ackermann is the funnest of the bunch.

The Tard Blog:
My mother would kill me for finding this site very amusing.

Forum Images:
Admittedly, this site isn'te remotely funny unless you are a participant of an online forum.

Albino Black Sheep:
Hours of endless entertainment. Tons of stuff to go through here; a lot of it is media.

All Things Zim:
I'm sure you've heard me rant on and on about Invader Zim and GIR and all that gooey stuff. here's a good place where a lot of stuff resides. There is another site that has the transcripts of all the shows.
I love this show

Start saving for the ~$45CDN T-shirt for my birthday now.:
This is the official Battle Royale shirt, sanctioned by the actual production company for the movie. Also available is the girl shirt, but not in my size (girls small!). I can be so shameless.

DeGraeve:
Very useful and interesting internet tools site. And for those who may have stumbled across the WGirls, this is the man who brought us great photoshopping skills. (WARNING: Clicking on WGirls leads to disturbing images).

And I think I leave things at that.

Just a quickie this time.


Depressing game last night. Hopefully tonight will be better. Personally I think that the canucks are lucky to be as far as they are. I will watch tonight while cleaning in preps for the party.


More and more people are copping out on us for the party this weekend. bastards. A pox on you. We'll have fun either way I am sure, but the more would be the merrier.

I will give a detailed and super dorky review of X2 a little later after work.


Later all.

My GIR (Thanks Duke!) dances far too in sync with Hot Hot Heat's Bandages.

Wednesday Math Day

Three (3):
The number of days before the Cinco de mayo festival here.

Five (5):
Approximate number of chapters I need read for tomorrow.

Seven hundred and twenty six (726):
Hours left being 23.

Thirty-four (34):
The number of unsolicited emails I received today.

Eight thousand seven hundred and thirty six (8,736):
Number of days I've spent breathing.

Fifteen (15):
Number of Cadbury Creme Eggs I've eaten since Easter.

Twenty-nine thousand three hundred and twenty-one (29,321):
Number of files on my computer.

Zero (0):
Number of video games I am currently obsessed with. Also the amount of money I currently have to my name. Although negative numbers are also acceptable.

Thirty (30):
Tracks in my current WinAmp playlist.

Twenty-three (23):
Number of surfaces intentionally painted "Aristocratic" in the living room.

Twenty-six (26):
Actual number of surfaces painted "Aristocratic".

8 hours straight of school hurts. Repeat 28 times. Begin fall semster.

Chinese Wedding A-Go-Go

A review by Corinne the Bean

Grae and I showed up at 6pm, just as the itinerary stated. Met up with Justin and his Inframations crew up front. They were doing the techie stuff for the wedding. Things like having people sign on a digital pad for the guest book, digital pictures taken in one of those trelis thingies, filming and projection of all guests entering into the main room.

After getting digitized to the nth degree, You walk past professional photos of the bride and groom blown up to cover the entire mantlepiece (and then some). There are four of these. I was partial to the bride and groom shimmying in their white tux and bridal gown. They were by and large absurd potraits, nothing like the portraits you would get at Sears, but just as awkward.

The wedding reception was essentially a 3 hour dinner and show with the bride and groom changing at least 7 times. The meal was 11 courses long.

I'll post pictures, eventually.

Yah my computer is back on line. Thanks to the Techsupport Man (my superhero Mike). Who better not move to Langly since he wouldn't be able to fix my computer from there.

I have decided three courses this summer is enough. So I will be taking Japanese, intro to Geographic Information Systems, and Regional development and planning I.

I will be moving in with Karen in June to a place on Clark and 2nd I think. It is a nice sized place with hardwood floors. The only complaint I have is the dark wood in the kitchen. But we might get permission to paint that.

I spent thursday volunteering for the British Columbia Recreation and Parks Association Symposium called "Staying Alive: Working towards a Sustainable Future." Unfortuanately they used quite usustainable paper and foam cups and plates. It was fun working the evening social at the Roundhouse on Friday called Street Fusion. There were all sorts of performers: Belly dancers, stilt walkers, latin dancers, a latin workout!, a childrens African drums sort of hard to decribe band who were very energetic and dancible. There was a area for watching the hockey game, a silent auction, a live auction for a signed Canucks jersey, mehndi painting, origami tables, tons of stuff. There was not much to do until the delegates left to go dancing. Then we spent an hour breaking down all the rooms. So over all not too much work and lots of fun.

Friday I also saw X-Men 2 I liked it. It was entertaining, not the best movie I have ever seen and a little long but good.

I spent yesterday with Karen getting to know her better and checking out our new place.

Well there you go Corinne an entry.

Ciao folks,
Rachael

Hello Corinne! (and everybody else out there!)

Well, I hope you're happy, I finally joined your little soiree...(is that how you spell it?)
I'll have to post again when I'm not quite so ill, I think my brains have drizzled out my ears like mozzerella cheeze off a fresh pizza.

Helped out Bob with his moving yesterday. Aside from the giant tub of papers, it wasn't that difficult of a move. He really doesn't have much in the way of earthly possessions. Coordinating Graeme was the most difficult part.

Haven't made a decision about my mark. Found out that I made the Dean's List (just now!) Woo! So now this 3% is an issue of a 4.0 GPA. How badly do I want the 4.0? I guess I'll do the meeting with him on Wednesday morning (hopefully) and then work out a re-write, or if the re-write is unavailable, I talk to the department head. I've got a lot of one-on-one interviews this week where my logic is going to be tested in order to remain in school and get the 4.0.

Begin Debate Mode Transformation!
:insert silly Corinne in anime poses:

The closest I ever got to disputing a grade was in high school. It was English, I think it was grade 10. It wasn't a grade dispute, it was my flat refusal to write an autobiography (at that age - why bother?) on privacy grounds. I was not about to pimp my private life for a grade. I had plenty of things about my life I wasn't about to tell anyone, let alone let the teacher and the class read. I would have wound up surrounded by counsellors so fast my head would have spun.

Leaving out these things would have left large, gaping holes in my autobiography, too. Holes with shapes you could discern and make a damn decent guess at what was in those spots. There was no point in writing an expurgated version to try and score some grades - it would have been a disjointed, fragmented mess.

The teacher and I got in such a stir-up over it, he wouldn't even give me an alternate assignment. I could write the autobiography or take an F. I did the latter. My grade plummeted, as it was a major assignment for that semester. I was used to honours As and high Bs in English up until then. I was in shock from the low grade. Hindsight says I should have tried going over his head, but doing that in high school was an alien concept to me.

I'm pretty sure I didn't take honours English the next year because of that. It might have been the beginning of my disillusionment of the educational system at that time. I sort of gave up any real effort and just coasted once I realized I could get screwed simply for standing up for myself. I almost coasted myself out of graduating. Strange how these things happen.

The world (or to the point, the assholes of the world) will knock you down for doing the right things sometimes, or for standing up for yourself, your beliefs, or your rights. You just can't let it beat you down into giving up when that happens. My last job showed me it can happen more than once in a lifetime and in different ways. It's just a fact of life. A shitty fact, to be sure.

/Ramble off

Hi Corrine,[sp]

I don't remark essays and I don't negotiate grades.[....]My offer: bring your essay and Broken Ground to a meeting with me where I'll happily discuss your essay and a possible rewrite.

Your choice.

So that's the score. I think I'll opt for a possible re-write. I'll probably cry through the meeting because that's what I tend to do I realized that I never got anything below a B+ in any of my courses and somehow I manage a C on a paper to fuck my grades up entirely.

The stinky hippy pot-seller landlord's son upstairs is booming Tom Petty's "Free Fallin'." Priceless. I think I'll fuck with him and blast something loud and upbeat like "Billie Jean."

I just got off the phone with Bob, and I think I will take this to the department to see what they say. But then I risk over-stepping the instructor and possibly being stuck with the C grade. I really want to transfer out of Cap now.

in few minutes i will diconect this machine and be disconnected from the world untill i dont know when, for i am moving from my humble abode to my new less humble abode and it is there that i will have a party in a few short days if you happen to know who i am give me a call and ill give you directions, will probably be a week friday. yeah i'm moving!!!!!!!!

me

I disputed a grade once or thrice...
a) Was kicked out of a calculus prof's office while defending a proof. Bruised his ego I guess...
b) Confused a T.A. in UI design who had a habit of assigning low grades with no comments. period. The final grade distribution was like a camel's back (one hump @ 65%, one @ 85%). All his marked papers were at the first and the other T.A.'s were at the second (lucky I insisted on switching).
c) Got into an argument with another T.A. in SFU Kinesiology over the predominant source of physiological traits. I claimed it was mainly environmental with specific genetic characteristics passed from generation to generation. She claimed it was purely genetics, "Look at African, they are all genetically superior to all race". She had a fun time pulling her foot out of her mouth...I prevailed on the mark.

So my advice is this: don't berate the prof, they're in charge. You might have to bite the bullet and tell them what they want to hear every now and then. Be wary of who marks your paper, not all T.A.'s are experts in their field. I've dealt with enough in applied science at SFU to assure you of that.