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Monday, 31 December 2007 06:36:44
Hey All About a year and a half ago, I wrote a blog that described my last year and a half of boyhood. Thought it was fairly lengthy, and someone even commented on how that he like that I was so organized and planned. Well, as the holidays happened around me, I suddenly realized that my life as I know it (in general my educational career that started in Sept 1990, but specifically my late high school/college years that started in January 2002 here in Regina on my own) will figuratively be done on May 1st, 2008. After that, I honestly have no idea what to fuck to expect. Which while it is kind of exciting, I'm feeling more anxious than anything else. Here's what I know for sure will happen in the next four months. On the 2nd, the gym at the U of R will be back open, and I really will be hitting it everyday and not skimping out on what I'm supposed to do. Ever since last year, I only did a full six weeks twice. Just as my body's metabolism was about to shift and I'd lose some actual weight, either school, work and the CUPE 1975 strike would get in the way. But this time, since I only have one class to do, I'm determined not to slip up. This semester, I'm actually going to lose weight and look good. On the 7th, that's when I have my very last class ever on Mondays from 11:30 to 2:20, Film 401. It'll only be three hours, but outside of class I think I'll be putting more time and effort into my final film than anything else. I'm doing a documentary about the film program called ABOUT US. So far, I only have six interviews (five if you discount my bad interview of myself) and I still need to digitize one more of my HD tapes. In the next four months, I have to interview hopefully about three dozen students and teachers, find a way to rip DVD's so that I can incorporate movie clips into the doc (although I thought of an interesting back-up plan that could work), comb through tons of raw footage of student films over the years and edit it all into a reasonable length for a final student film. My last class is on the 7th of April, the 401 final screenings will be sometime at the end of that month, and then the grad ceremony will be sometime in June. But the Grad ceremony is just for show. It's that 401 screening that I feel will be the official end of my academic career. I think I'll be editing right up till that day, actually. That's how complex and emotionally invested I am into it. It's my thank you back to the program, teachers and friends I've been with for the last five years. In the old homestead, we'll have our last new roommate, this guy named Joseph, moving into the basement on New Years Day. That makes the last configuration of people living in the house me, Matt, Joseph and this guy Steve that moved in last month. Matt will be the first to move out. He's applying for a full time position in the military, so sometime in the near future he'll be moving out for good to either Kingstown or Edmonton. We're all hoping for the latter. I'm hoping he goes as late as possible, since when he goes, then it's just me and two other guys. It wouldn't be like the summer where it was me and some other roomies, since I knew he'd always be back by the end of August. This time, he's gone for good. Which I think is going to be hard for me, since we've pretty much shared a living space ever since we were like four or five. It's going to be so weird not having him around. Plus, when he goes he takes the 46 inch LCD flatscreen with him, and I have a few more Blu-Ray titles and LOST and JERICHO that I'd like to watch on it. So Matt will be the first to go, and then maybe around April, depending on whether or not I and the other guys find our own places, we'd move out either all at once or one at a time. I'm not sure how much of what's in the house I'll take with me to the new place. I was never much of a pack rat, so hopefully I can leave with not that much stuff. Although I'm hoping with my graduation coming up that I can get a bunch of money from relatives and the govt so that I can buy some new shit, like a new computer, iPod an
Monday, 31 December 2007 14:01:10
The swearing from the Serenity crew was not as hushed as it perhaps should have been. A burly figured detached itself from the squad and addressed Mal. “Unregistered firefly class transport.” He made it sound like a fatal illness. “Why didn’t you answer our hales?” Reynolds moved forward quickly. “Comm trouble sergeant. Can’t respond to anything right now… yeah… been meaning to get that fixed.” [I] Riverrr!!! [/I] He yelled mentally – well, he would never learn where that girl was concerned it surely seemed… a smaller voice recalled him saying ‘and we don’t wanna be advertising you any out here, OK – so just, whatever – stay off the Comm’. He ignored that voice. “And you are?” The Sergeant’s gun hand was noticeably poised. “I’m Captain Duncan – this is my crew, and my ship the, uh, Idaho.” The Sergeant pointed a fist at the wall. “That Sigil says Serenity.” Reynolds in turn looked at the Chinese glyph painted onto the bulkhead. “Sure does. Cool huh? Pretty deep my crew – Budhist some of em. Take this man fr’instance…” he indicated Jayne’s glowering figure. “Training for a monk – y’belive that? Taken a vow of silence and everything.” Cobb’s glower turned a deep steam driven red – but the Captain was in full cry. “Not myself y’understand? I just respect people’s beliefs – the Alliance taught me that – we got a Shepherd too somewhere around.” The Sergeant had lost interest in the Captain - he turned to one of his men. “Relby? You get back to the ship and run a trace on the ‘Idaho’, keep the guns trained ‘case this punch of cow pokes figure on lammin’ outta here.” The man hurried off. At a nod, two more moved off to search the ships interior. The Alliance Sergeant regarded each of the Serenity crew in turn. “Anyone wanna tell me your business here? You got nuthin better to do than hang around this [I] go-se [/I] trailer park?” Reynolds had braced himself. “Well, uh, Sir – a less tactful man than myself might ask you the same thing… I don’t recall hearing the Alliance had resources to waste on trash.” The Sergeant rocked back but his reply was cut off – Simon Tam was rushing down the main stairwell. Mal noticed the ease with which he did it. The Boy was nearly a sailor alright – no more slipping and scrabbling about like when he was new to the ship, must be longer ago than it seemed. Simon noticed the Captain’s look but couldn’t figure the meaning. Instead he addressed the Alliance unit as a whole. “This is a medical mission and I am the Chief medical officer here. Which one of you is in charge?” His voice carried the full weight of his upper class Osirian heritage. Instinctively the Alliance man stiffened. “I am Sergeant Louis,” he grabbed a palm top from a colleague. “And you would be?” “I am Doctor Collins – I work at the St Theresa research facility. There’s sickness here, Sergeant. We’re here to help.” “Really.” “Yes, really. Now we can waste time – and [I] lives [/I] sergeant – standing here arguing – or you can send some of your men with me while I get out to work.” ………………………………….. Arguing – seemed there’d been a deal of that just lately. And the Doctor was good at that too – credit to him. Yet again this trip had been his idea. Simon had received a wave – or more accurately intercepted one and got into something with the women here. Seemed they needed a Doctor and swift – and payment would be due. Poor trailer place – need for medicine would be pressing most times – and women like Erren and such – checkups meant a lively-hood. An earning. Still it was a wing and a prayer when you looked at it – and Reynolds had needed persuading, which was… and back to the skills of argument. Not that he hadn’t tried to steer a course around that. He’d been perfectly equitable point of fact… [I] “And I’m supposed to what? Go all intervention here? Polish up my hero badge? People got a find a way to live in the verse – survival makes criminals of the best of us Doctor.” Simon, however, was not letting it go so easily. “Why do you sound like you’re trying to convince yourself, Capta
Monday, 31 December 2007 16:28:03
Looks like I found myself again, exposing how deep my dorkiness goes (no offense to the fans and Firefly). But I am huge fan of Firefly... there, I said it. Now, I feel better. :biggrin: I would also share that I've watched the series on dvd again last night, for the tenth time, but that would make me look like an obsessive freak, therefore I'll keep that fact to myself. You didn't read it just now, it's all in your imagination. I'll deny it! But yeah... Firefly roxs! :wink: -The weird girl known as Shadow-
Monday, 31 December 2007 17:30:50
Well, wouldn't you know...as soon as winter break came, the rest of real life swarmed me like an army of Reavers and hasn't left since. I managed to finish the latest chapter of Crew, But Not that I posted, but have found absolutely no time to write anymore. It is driving me insane. At least there is only one more chapter and possibly an epilogue, so hopefully things will clear up soon. I apologize for the wait, however long it ends up being.