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3月31日 People Review 5 : MarcosPeople ReviewScarier than your worst nightmares, even those involving raptors with eagle wings.
Rex aka Lex Coals, Bubba Marcos, The Prognosticator, Markus
Gameplay
Marcos is my brother, and one half of the Joe-and-Joe duo. You see, when we were children, we'd play this game that involved both of us being brothers called Joe. The game, was to my knowledge, to fight some kind of bad guys that were hazily defined by whatever episode of the A-Team or McGuyver we had just watched. Marcos was the "Donatello" (Purple Ninja Turtle) of the duo, so this meant he was the smart one. He'd come up with some miracle invention to save me from my dramactic death scenes (I believe I insisted on having a dramatic death scene multiple times per session). This made me the Drama Queen I am today, and possibly marking me as the Michaelangelo (Orange Ninja Turtle) of the duo. He enjoys walks on the beach (but not swimming in the water), trying exotic foods (so long as they're not too spicy) and movies (so long as they're not too gory).
Graphics
My brother is much taller than me, stronger than me and smarter than me. One time I accidently exposed him to Gamma Radiation, and as a result he now transforms into a giant, green hulking monster with purple spandex shorts every time he gets furious. I guess this also makes him the Bruce Banner of computer programmers.
Sound
You know there, there's not much I can say about him there. He speaks Multinese like I do, but his French is better than mine.
Value
Invaluable. There's only one Bubba Marcos, and thus is irreplaceable. Unless he used his Donatellian wisdom to build an exact robotic replica of himself, but even then, there just wouldn't be the same heart, y'know?
Tilt
I've rated Marcus auREISlius five hearty, layered, cheese-dripping lasagnas out of five. 3月30日 The Ice Cream Man is Coming!The issue of race is something I've always prefered to stay away from on my blog except that lately I've been fielding quite a few questions on it. It is not uncommon for people to ask me what nationality I am because clearly I don't have the traditional blond hair and blue eyes that many Chinese associate with "westerners". I am a westerner. I am born in Canada. My parents are "westerners" in that they are born west of China. Let me break it down for you: I am Canadian, but I am not of Canadian heritage.
her·it·age
 [her-i-tij] –noun
I feel Canadian in that I was born there, grew up with much of its culture, was influenced by the way of life and of course the people I lived with day-to-day. But on the other hand, I am not, and could never truly be, a 100% Canadian because I am not of Canadian heritage. My heritage is Portuguese and Brazilian. Let me explain further what this means. My father was born in the town of Fatima, Portugal.
Fatima's most famous landmark, a pilgrimage site for Catholics. He grew up with a completely different culture than that of Canadians. I could list so many differences, but let's keep rolling with this train of thought. My mother lived in Sao Paulo, Brazil.
Two different corners of the globe, including myself growing up in Canada. Now, most people living in either of these countries have black hair. Now, I've been called everything from Japanese, Korean to Philippino-looking by some of my students. I was absolutely flabbergasted by these remarks because I've never even considered myself to look remotely asian. I have the typical looks of someone who might come from southern Europe. Take a look at the Portuguese football team:
None of them are fair-haired or blue-eyed, huh? Well, there's a reason for that. Way back when, the Moors (Muslim people of mixed Berber and Arab descent, now living mainly in northwest Africa), conquered pretty much all of Southern Europe and changed the bloodline. So, most of us have an olive complexion. Take a look at this picture of my grandfather from Brazil, now, of course the sun is out in Brazil and the people there can enjoy a tan on most days, something that couldn't be done in Canada.
I can only wish to have that kind of complexion. Then I could pull off that lime-green Puma shirt I have in the closet. What this all boils down to, is that I consider myself differently than what defines a "westerner" in China. I am who I am and very proud of it. 3月29日 Protect Ya NeckWhen I was back in Canada my friend CokeHead hooked me on a piece of literature that was sorely missing from my library. The Wu-Tang Manual is a guide to everything related to the Hip-Hop group known as the Wu-Tang Clan which you see referenced almost daily on APE-UNIT. Everything Wu-related is covered from song lyrics to fashion, to the influence of Islam and the explanation of numerology. It's written by the RZA, the Abbot of the clan.
 The RZA
aka: Bobby Digital, Bobby Steels, Prince Rakeem, The RZA-recta, The Scientist, Prince Delight, Prince Dynamite, Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah
In it are not only many facts about the clan itself, but also an amazing amount of quotes that hilarious and fascinating. Here's my favourite so far from the chapter concerning their use of "intoxicants" in the making of their music.
I remember when a cousin took me to a kung-fu flick on Forty-second street and the kid next to me was sniffing glue. I didn't know what he was doin' at the time, but I could smell it. Later on at school they showed us this educational cartoon called No, No, Pinnochio, where they showed a guy sniffing glue - and the voice-over guy said "No! No! Pinnochio!"
No, No, Pinnochio!- that was dope. But that was when I realized that the motherfucker next to me had been sniffing glue.
The book is written in this verbal, stream-of-consciousness style, as though you're hearing from the RZA's own mouth, or as dictated to a ghostwriter and written verbatim, word for word, which was probably the case. There's a lot of interesting notes spread throughout as to the different influences that have shaped their music, such as comic books, greek myth, Islam and Chinese culture. There's a few pictures of the RZA and Sifu Shi Yan-Ming, a Shaolin monk that emigrated to the US and set up a kung-fu school in New York. Together they visited the Shaolin temples, which I must admit is awfully alot like the dream I've always had of visiting the temple after seeing those same movies. There's an ocean of differences between how the RZA and I grew up, and yet there's a passion for the same movies that makes me relate to his music all the more.
The book isn't the most intellectual fare sometimes, but as far as it goes, its the kind of reading material I love to tote around and get simple bits of wisdom from. There's a lot of great candid photos in here as well, which goes a long way to completing the mental images the music gives you.
Here's some Wu-Tang material for you to get acquainted:
"Triumph" - The Wu Anthem if you will, it features pretty much everyone, and has one of the single best beats I've ever heard. I can listen to this song a million times over and it never gets old. Every delivery of every verse is pitch-perfect. I'd say its my single favourite song.The lyrics here are fractured and come in short burts and is very thick. Understand this one takes time, so I'd say the more you listen to it, the more it opens up to you.
"Hellz Wind Staff" - This one uses a kung-fu sample and the kind of imagery that made the Wu so appealing to me in the first place. Here the music is set to a montage of "Last Hurrah for Chilvary" an early John Woo kung-fu flick. The lyrics are more story-like and visual but is just as tight.Also, check out this killer video, "Da Mystery of Chessboxin'" which also features the kung-fu theme in full effect with the added theme of Chess, which is also one of the topics covered in the book.
"Gravel Pit" - This one showcases that unmistakeable sense of humour these guys share. Its a hilarious video that uses the left-over set of the movie "The Flinstones". Its a killer song nonetheless and the ending kung-fu choreography left me rolling on the floor.
"Masta Killa" - This is a great song that displays the talents of Masta Killa, definetely one of the better talents in the group. He has a steady flow in that monotonous way, but his lyrics are great. The track here also uses some famous Bruce Lee quotes, and its just a nice clean track. Also, check out this great video, "Old Man", featuring the RZA and Masta Killa and Ol' Dirty Bastard. This has an old-school cool to it.
"Can It All Be So Simple" - A great video, but an even better song. This song really embodies the sound the RZA and the Wu has that makes it different. Its dirty, gritty, kind of sad but still a glimmer of hope, if you'll allow me to get kind of sappy. I love this scruffy beat, and the haunting female chorus. 3月28日 People Review 4 : RexPeople ReviewWhat would aliens think of the human race if the first person they met was Rex?
Rex aka Paul Ruby, Sexy Rexy, The Choister
Gameplay
Specimen doesn't respond to questioning. Instead it displays a neutral emotional response to all of our typical questions: What Is Better Coke or Pepsi, Who Is Your Daddy And What Does He Do and What Is Love. Perhaps these questions are too difficult for his monosyllabic human brain, and hasn't evolved to the point where they can procreate with the opposite gender by simply wishing it, like we can. We've proded the sample in all regions and neither proved a stimulating response. However, when proded near the exit tube located on the rear-mid-section the sample did grunt and turn around on the examination table, slapping away the automated examination probe in the process. When asked if he wished some kind of sustenance, he asked for "jujubes" but this word escaped our universal translator.
Graphics
The sample victim wore highly elaborate costuming of both natural and synthetic origins. On his lower stems were two brightly coloured paddings of some sort. The patient refused to take any of it off because of stated inhibitions concerning his "biceps".
Sound
When scanning his brain, we found knowledge of several languages, TV shows, how to sling a rubber band towards the back of someone's head, Sneakers (?) and not much else.
Value
We humbly request the HiveMind the permission to drop this specimen back into its habitat. Clearly its broken and we need a new one. Maybe we still have the receipt, but it might be in the glovebox. We don't know. We'd have to check, but you can take our word for it, okay? Coo'.
Tilt
We've rated the REX (specimen 332553) a mere 5 rectal-probes out of five. 3月26日 Ghost-Whip RiderGood god, I saw Ghost Rider last night and just had to write something down about it. I refuse to believe anybody could make such a cheesy movie by accident. The whole thing looks like it cost somewhere between 1 million bucks minus the huge amount they probably had to pay for Nic Cage. I'd read he delivered an eccentric performance, but I didn't catch it. For one thing, he's barely in more than half the film. Most of the time GHOST RIDER (capital letters) is a sorry looking CG muppet that walks around like Lurch. In addition, its not Nic Cage's voice either, so that must have been one easy paycheck. Eva Mendez phoned it in, but why not? All she was hired for were here astounding good lucks and not her acting talent (which she does have, just not needed or on display here). The villain of the piece, Blackheart, which is actually one of the cooler designs in Marvel villainry, is replaced here with a pale goth teenager going by the name of Blackheart. He displays a big Vampire mouth that I suspect is a left-over effect from Van Helsing, in which the design is identical. Mind you, I'm not complaining about any of this - the film was a riot of laughs (not with it, but at it) at it plods so quickly through the cliches and backstory that in a way you can't help but kind of admire its simplicity (in spirit and content). Also, the guy from Tombstone and The Big Lebowski is in it as the previous Ghost Rider which transforms his horse into a fire-skeleton thing and races Cage-Ghost Rider along to an instrumental rock version of "Ghost Riders in the Sky". Pffwhoa. Heavy comedy, right there. Ghost Rider outcheeses 300 by miles, and makes it the top contender for the Smelly-Tofu Awards of the year so far. 3月25日 People Review 3 : WillyPeople ReviewIntroducing the newest villain of Butt Pirates of the Caribbean 3 : At Arse's End
William aka Lester Diamonds, Wiyyam, Willy, Acid, Debbie Downer
Gameplay
Unfortunately, no matter how much skill you develop, getting Super Willy through the levels of this game of life is nearly impossible. First off, the hit detection is unreliable: Goombas and fireballs frequently deal damage even if they whiff past Super Willy, and when you try to jump over a bottomless pit, you'll often find yourself falling to your death due to unresponsive controls. Many times you'll end up face-to-face with a female Koopa Troopa and have only a split second to react to her inane questions and annoying character. As it is, the levels are loaded with too many hazards, and makes the game too depressing to get through. Might as well stay in bed and not face the day or slit your wrists with this Gillette razor blade.
Graphics
The man has more hair than I do and he's half-chinese! I can only dream of the day I can grow a beard like that.
Sound
Willy doesn't speak so much as he talks in English translated from ancient Cimmerian dialect by way of Babelfish.com. Thus, it often sounds like he's speaking in riddles or metaphors that make absolutely no sense to Mena, who doesn't understand ancient Cimmerian dialect, it turns out.
Value
William is an essential ally of the neutral chaotic type and when equipped with the Legendary Cod Piece of Benthulzar, adds +15 charisma points to your overall stats.
Tilt
I'd give Willy 5 seasoned beef patties out of five. Right in the mouth. 3月24日 I dare you to name him Morton Congratulations to Marcos and Pamela
on creating Earth's 6.1 billionth human!
I will be an Uncle. How scary a notion is that? 3月23日 People Review 2 : Ping Yu NiPeople Review
In the second chapter we review this bipedal monster known to lust after white bread and mayonnaise.
Ping Yu Ni aka Nicky Nickels, Ben
Gameplay
Born from a lazarus pit of used oil, radiator fluid, the kernel's 11 herbs and spices, Ping Yu Ni is an intergalactic ninja who chooses to dress in shiny fabrics and wear kleenex boxes on his feet. He's a sportsman and outdoorsman, but should those two elements ever cross he would become a outsportsman. He is studying in sports medecine which I assume is some kind of imaginary major for people who want to avoid doing any real work and paying taxes.
Graphics
Ping Yu Ni is actually well-known for his greying hair, though he's not concerned about it. I once asked him if he'd dye it black but he refused to do so. It gives him character, and makes him look like the kind of doctor only athletes in the NBA would employ.
Sound
He speaks an approximation of English that he achieves by flapping his tongue against his lower molars. Being Taiwanese, he is able to speak some language I can't understand, but suspect is actually Tagalog.
Value
Ping Yu Ni is chock-full of value as he tends to throw parties at his place when his folks aren't home. At that time, it is possible to see cat vomit lying on his kitchen floor and dead fish in the aquarium. Upkeep isn't his strong point, but we really like lounging in his living room.
Tilt
I'd give Ping five  out of fiveWUXI_CITY_GIANTS.mp3A candid moment from my yahoo mailbox...
Hello Fatima, Antonio, Marcos, Pamela and Quasimodo,
I arrived safely in Wuxi with no problems or complications whatsover. I'm never eager to travel because I have an inherit fear of bureaucracy: any kind of red tape scares the crap out of me. At Immigration and Customs, people with rubber stamps have the power to dismiss your best laid plans with one mean glance. If the guy doesn't like the look of my face, whap-WHAP, I could be refused entry to Shangri-La. Thankfully, I chose the line with a kind-looking young woman so that if any complication came about I could use charm to worm my way through. I've never tested that mind you. The plane trip was short and easy. I had a comfortable seat next to the window for my trip from Vancouver to Shanghai. The sky was sunny and beautiful, so it gave me something to stare at.
It is good to be back in Wuxi, even though I think a lot of things changed in only 2 weeks. That's how quickly time flies here. I've been fanagling to get myself a new tutor, so when I said I was serious about getting back into Chinese, I wasn't kidding. I'm going to try and make-up for all that lost time. During my time in Montreal, it seemed like China was on the tip of everyone's tongue, so it kind of frightened me into action. I have to be ready to receive all the foreigners that will eventually make their way here and show them some of us aren't perverts, losers or fuck-ups. Some of us are here for the thrill of the new frontier. This is the place where the future will be changed, and I want to be part of it. Its like being in the eye of the storm. China is growing and blossoming, and its thrilling to be here. I feel honored to be here and I want to make the best of it, and give back as much as I take. Montreal on the other hand feels like a pussy zit and I wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible despite spending time with the people I care for. That city has become depressingly dirty. It could give Wuxi a run for its money. There's a sense of constant aggressivity in the air. Walking down St-Laurent street at 6 in the evening I see delinquents and wannabe-thugs. This is a sign that more and more people are being left behind, and I feel like I was one of those people. I did witness a riot on St-Denis street during my visit and watched punks thrash a McDonalds while wearing red bandanas and doing all sorts of aggresive shit during, of all things, a Police Brutality Protest. Unlike alot of those cats, I decided to review my options and a lot of them were still open. Maybe some of us have become complacent, expecting Big Government to do everything for us. Over here, I see how bloody hard the Chinese work everyday and it gives me the motivation to match it as much as I can and make something of us, especially since I had many advantages like a good quality education and a healthy sense of curiosity. Tony and Fatima, I have to say thank you for always giving me the choice to do what I wanted. And Marcos, thanks for always watching my back. Should I ever be so fortunate to have children myself, I will apply your examples onto myself.
A few days here and I already feel my appetite returning to normal levels. Back home, I ate like a pig. When I'm here, I don't feel the need to eat so much... I think there's something in the moist air that makes me shed these pounds of ugly fat that I've carried around with me since the awkwardest time of my life (HIGH-SCHOOL HELL). Looking good gives you confidence... its not vain, its TRUE. To an extent. Hmm, that's hard to explain without making myself sound like some glam-whore fashionista.
Also, Tony, do me a favour, and keep saving all the stuff from my blog... I thought it all looked very cool the way you had edited it together. Makes a really cool scrapbook, and who knows, maybe one day I'll look at it from a totally different perspective and be mesmerized by own fevered ramblings. Kind of like all my little black sketch books from college and university. Its funny how I'm basically leaving a diary of my life in different formats... in drawing, text, photos and little by little, video. Technology is going to have to catch up with me and invent something new for me to expirement with.
- Luis 3月22日 People Review 1 : Menaan idea stolen from Mena:
People Review
Its only appropriate that we start the first one of these with the person from who I stole the idea.
Mena aka Carl Quartz, Byzantine King, King Zamba
Gameplay
I met Mena one day through Rafik, a mutual friend of ours. My first reaction was to insult the dictionary he held in his clutches. I called it a girly dictionary because of its pocket size, and since then a friendship was formed. My relationship with Mena mostly involves me "not learning": I will say something to irritate him, after which he will abuse me and manhandle me. Two seconds later, I will forget the punishment I received and due to some mysterious mental disorder that I have, I will find some way to repeat the mistake and get abused again. The pinnacle moment in this tumultuous relationship was when I said something or other during a wrestling match playing on TV and was proceded to be "proded" and have the whole thing caught on video. You can now buy tapes of MENAvsLUIS - IRON HEAT vol.5 from our beautiful salespeople standing by!
Graphics
Mena has what could be called Rogue-ish good looks. That's because Rogues do it from behind, and so does Mena :(
Sound
Value
Like eggplants and gold, his stock is on the rise. Mena is now in talks to sponsor an orphanage for retarded baby elephants in Sudan.
Tilt
I'd give Mena five chocolate starfish out of five. 3月21日 Return of the Byzantine KingHere I am, back in Intermediate-Earth, otherwise known as Chiiiiina. This place moves so fast that I find my workplace buzzing with new happenings, including employees! Its frustrating to be out of sync with my environment once again. I've made myself a solemn promise to ramp up my Chinese to a real level of usefulness. I have to put more effort into my everyday usage of the language.
The lesson I take with me from my vacation in Montreal is that I've had it easy for the past year. I've been sleeping on the wonderful opportunity to learn Chinese. I've squandered my time away, and for the next year, I plan to put the polish on it and make things happen. My perspective has also changed due to the talk I've heard back home. China is on the tip of everyone's tongue. There's going to be a major influx of foreigners coming this way, and I need to be ready for that added competition. Where before I felt unsure of my future in Wuxi, now I see myself staying a bit longer. I want to carve myself a place here, at least for the intermediate future. A sense of urgency pushes me to learn the language as quickly as I can. No more play - the first year was all fun and games. Now its time to get some work done. I think its time for me to get a girlfriend but that's easier said than done. Time to pester friends about who they know that's single and semi-fluent in English.
Notice these two new videos in the NEW video section to the right - St-Patrick's Day Parade and Mena: The Byzantine King. They're short, but the Byzantine video is of emotional value to me. Mena, a mighty beast from the east, was born with a mutagenic gene able to bend soundwaves into something remotely like laughter, but more like if a dragon belched up a flameball unto a giggling child. I don't know how to explain it. Just watch it. The St-Patrick's Day video is something bland if you've ever seen a parade. Give it a shot (in the mouth).
The Big Montreal MegaRemix (MiniDub Edition) - I'd check out all those old Montreal pics again, as I went through pains not unlike childbirth to deliver them to you. Until I buy a new camera, there might not be such a monumentous opportunity to appreciate my photography skills. What a mouthful (of sh%t).
There's not much else I can tell you right now, other than its good to be back in town, and Big Poppa is looking to stomp on some goomba-like haters. Also, good luck to CokeHead, who is now organizing a trip to Wuxi, China in order to complete the Year of the Golden Twin Pigs.
PRAISE THE WU! 3月19日 The GREAT POTATO FAMINE of 2007I'm leaving tomorrow morning. My imminent return to Wuxi shall bring good fortune and prosperity to all! Or so a giant foam clover leaf had me believe today after he touched me and slipped some purple pills in my drink...
All kidding aside, today was St-Patrick's Day in Montreal. This day is in rememberance of all the Irish immigrants who came to Montreal during the GREAT POTATO FAMINE. The Great Potato Famine forced millions of Irish to flee their homeland and seek refuge in greener pastures (so to speak) in North America. Montreal was a major port-city and accepted millions of them. The Québécois accepted the Irish as brothers and soon enough, they became drinking buddies. The result is that many Québécois now share Irish blood. What a beautiful bond between two people so very fond of drinking beer. On this day, it is not uncommon to see many people of different nationalities (including those who are not the least bit Irish) celebrate these festivities. Bars and Pubs love it because people get absolutely shitfaced by 9 am. Joy! I took many pictures of the festivities (and a video). Enjoy these as you would a great feast of POTATOES and BEER.
Also, you may notice pictures of The Last Hurrah, a party where everyone was a little "too pooped to pop, too old to stroll" (Chuck Berry). We were beat from consecutive nights partying, working and studying. I'd like to thank everyone there that night, Rafik, Mena, Omar, Willy, Murielle, Timmy and Sam. You all made me feel right at home. Please visit the March Madness album.
Peace be to the Wu, as always. 3月17日 Dawson College Co-Ed Dorm Room Frenzy!I'm like Michael Myers from the Halloween movies: I don't stop (EVER) when it comes to thrilling naughty hotties who're on the phone chatting to their asshole boyfriends while Myers sneaks in the back with a garden rake! Except I don't kill anyone, I show them boring pictures of my hometown of MONTRÉAL (!!!!).
 Today, I've got a treat for you. I went to a place where I'd left behind many painful memories. Dawson College. My first time in College. My first time planning my own schedule. My first time making my own meaningful relationships (and subsequently foiling them). My first time asking a girl out (and being turned down). My first time feeling deep resentment for a world that wouldn't cradle me to its bosom and letting me suckle on the teat of life. In the end, it made a little bitter and cynical, but hey, University was a lot more enjoyable!
Yesterday, I was waiting for some friends by the pub Le Saint-Sulpice, and what did I witness across the street? An honest to god, RIOT (click for the article). No joke - I was minding my own business, cursing the cold, when all of a sudden I noticed the sight of a seething mob coming up the street - at least a hundred or more crazies, many of them wearing red-bandanas over their face, marching and chanting a war cry of some sort. Upon viewing a McDonald's across the street, the mob lunged into attack mode, throwing bottles and garbage cans into the restaurant. Absolutely degenerate behaviour. It must have been hellish for the employees working there (and I once worked in a McDonalds, no fun). Aside from the heart-attack they must have faced upon seeing brutes rush in came the sad fear that they would have to put up with this shit along with their minimum wage. This protest was against police brutality and yet here they are using brutality against a commerce and the employees that had nothing to do with their campaign. I can't respect or praise that kind of action. People get hurt from actions like that. The police squad cars and riot forces arrived soon after, and the riot dispersed quickly along an adjacent road, still hurtling things at commerces nearby.
I've got two days left here in Canada. I can't wait to get the hell out of this dump! :) 3月15日 Flexmaster FunkLook, I'm not trying to scare you. I'm not a scary guy with some weird obsession with taking pictures, but it's a hobby I enjoy. And how do you expect to document a trip like this unless you take lots of photos? Montreal is a big place - sprawled out, disconnected, dirty - a typical North American city, really. So here's probably my last batch of pics... let's look 'em over shall we? Marie-Christine, a co-worker from my Bureau-En-Gros days did not want her face published, so there's the compromise. The Chinatown gate. More pics of Concordia University and some pics of foggy DeBullion street, which is where I'm staying at the moment (with my folks). Everything in my old bedroom was put into storage. It's like I'd never lived there at all :~(
We're getting closer to the departure date, I need to buy souvenirs! 3月14日 BONUSITUSI was rooting around my computer when all of a sudden - BAM! Like hidden truffles, my pig-like snout found all these old Hong Kong pics I thought I'd lost, but I didn't... sweet, huh? Enjoy them, for they are the last of their breed. Stimulation OculaireHere's a selection from today's uploaded photos. I went down to the Old Port of Montreal, a historical district to snap shots of the wonderful European stylings. Its probably the nicest part of the city, let's be honest. It's a happening place in the summer, swarmed with tourists, performers, music and ambience... too bad its the middle of March when I took these pictures. For the other 60 pictures of the Old Port including a very funny one of a Chinese icon I found in a gift shop display window, check out the Montreal album. 3月13日 Vibrant ThingWe're back and flexin' more than ever! Here's some night pictures of Montreal, I hope you enjoy them as you would a pack of fresh, marinated chicken feet. Peace Be On You. Sugar Shack 2007Here, as promised, is the video I assembled of my friends and I in Montreal during our visit to the Sugar Shack. Most of you will find them loud and odd, but you can't choose your family, can you?
The video was assembled in Windows Movie Maker. In order of appearance:
Rafik, Mena, Murielle, Ping Yu Ni (Ben), Klifford, Willy, Omar, Sadia, Timmy and Kasheef. Many more were there, but not everyone chose to monkey around the camera like bare-assed baboons. I was the cameraman so I don't appear in the video, but that's my voice! What a suave voice, like fudge chocolate on charred bicycle tire... 3月12日 Marduk à l'OrangePeople of the World, I give you another 70 or so pictures. I'm working overtime for you, even on my vacation. Check out the Montreal folder and March Madness folder, as per usual.
I spent the day with my buddy David, a ladykiller and Tigerbeat cover playboy. To the ladies reading this site: Stay Away from him. He's going to break your heart. We hit Schwartz, an authentic Deli on St-Laurent street and icon of Montreal. We ate smoked meat (medium), pickle, cherry pepper and a cherry coke. Delish! We then picked up some Quebec brewed beers Boréale Rousse and reminisced about old times, present times and future times.
 Boréale Rousse
The afternoon was spent walking around Mont-Royal, our nice park in the middle of the island. My brother's dog Mika seemed to enjoy it most, and went nuts sniffing old horse turds (which I documented).
Yesterday was a monumentous event that shook the very heavens: SUGAR SHACK!
Ah, the Sugar Shack. This is the tradition of going to the countryside to partake in the collecting of maple syrup, or, eating a big meal of the most unhealthy foods known to man. Included are: Eggs, Ham, Beans, Chick Pea Soup (with Maple Syrup), bread, Foie Gras, Sugar Tarts, Old-Fashioned Doughnuts, Coffee, 3% Milk, Hashbrowns, Beets, Sweet Pickles, Coleslaw and le piece de résistance: Oreilles de Christ (deep-fried pig fat). Absolutely disgusting. The last one, I'm proud to say, I didn't eat. Mena described it as tasting like gasoline, which leads me to believe Mena has tasted gasoline...? All this excess fat and junk food was then worked off with a rigoruous snowball war, from which I suffered by having plenty snow stuffed into my pants :(
Good times, indeed. Still on the 'To See' list? Rex Choi, Marie-Christine, Kai Yu Cheung, Not-So Fat Anymore Frank, Jeff and Dan from Concordia. Whew. I promise more pictures. I have a 3 minute comedy video that was prepared from the Sugar Shack event, but I promise to get that on Youtube or something.
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