Tuesday, November 15, 2005
I beg your pardon? Cinnamon takes a back seat to no Bobka. People love cinnamon. It should be on tables at restaurants along with salt and pepper. Anytime anyone says, "Oh This is so good. What's in it?" The answer invariably comes back, Cinnamon. Cinnamon. Again and again. Lesser Bobka - I think not.
The right balance between sugar and cinnamon is incredibly difficult to attain.
I bought a Star Trek novel at Valu Village the last time I was home. It's poorly written, as if that comes as a surprise to anyone.
For example :
"Geordi, are you forgetting Corzanium?" asked the android.
The engineere grinned, his pale artificial retinas glowing with mirth. "Come on, Data, there isn't more than a teaspoonful of Corzanium in the whole Federation. It has to be quantum stepped out of a black hole with a tractor beam run through a metaphasic shield enhancer.
It makes me cringe, mostly because in grade 9, Liam Brennan, Keith Morrison, David Lever, and I set out to make a "Star Trek" parody film for drama class. The end result was about what you'd expect...a disaster.
I used the word 'prick' in the film and I begged everyone in the group to edit it out. I was panicked that my parents would see the film during parent's night at the school.
The movie was sort of funny as we edited in clips from Star Trek and Supermarket Sweeps and made some sly references to cannibalism. Well as sly as 15 year olds can get. It was quite painful though to see three awkward teenagers wear ill fitting star trek uniforms while running around with a video camera in Glace Bay. I'm surprised no one asked us to bite the curb.
From grade seven onwards, Keith, Liam, and I would routinely end up in the same classes/extra curricular groups together. In grade seven we were all in the same class at French camp and spent the majority of our waking hours making fun of Terri Delorenzo until she complained and they threatened to send us home from camp earlier than everyone else. I'm pretty sure we all cried and they allowed us to stay. I know we all cried and they allowed us to stay.
In grade eight, we went on a class trip to Ste Anne, Keith got drunk off liquor that someone was storing in the tank of one of the toilets in the bathroom. Liam and I got yelled at for planning to sneak out to meet up with some girls and Susan Read's dad had to have a talk with all of the boys because 'someone' was having a serious problem with aim and the bathroom was a disgusting mess ('Boys if you can't aim, sit down!').
By the end of grade nine we had, for the most part, stopped hanging out with each other. Liam was going to a different high school and we all just sort of drifted apart. Keith and I were still somewhat close and we made a number of terrible short films together and even attempted to make another Star Trek parody (it was much worse with several references to former Nova Scotia premier, John Savage and Canadian Heritage commercials). We drifted apart in grade 11 and Keith ended up going to a different high school as well.
The last time I saw Keith was about 4 years ago. He had written a pretty brilliant one act play that debuted at the Boardmore Playhouse.
Every fall, I think about Liam. He could be a real asshole, but he was my friend and because of him I did a lot of great things that I know I would not have attempted on my own. I owe him a lot and it's tough sometimes to think that he'll never be an old friend.
You think that when people drift out of your life that they'll drift back into it. Sometimes that never happens and you never get a chance to talk about all the things you used to do. It's sad when even good memories are hard to think about.
The right balance between sugar and cinnamon is incredibly difficult to attain.
I bought a Star Trek novel at Valu Village the last time I was home. It's poorly written, as if that comes as a surprise to anyone.
For example :
"Geordi, are you forgetting Corzanium?" asked the android.
The engineere grinned, his pale artificial retinas glowing with mirth. "Come on, Data, there isn't more than a teaspoonful of Corzanium in the whole Federation. It has to be quantum stepped out of a black hole with a tractor beam run through a metaphasic shield enhancer.
It makes me cringe, mostly because in grade 9, Liam Brennan, Keith Morrison, David Lever, and I set out to make a "Star Trek" parody film for drama class. The end result was about what you'd expect...a disaster.
I used the word 'prick' in the film and I begged everyone in the group to edit it out. I was panicked that my parents would see the film during parent's night at the school.
The movie was sort of funny as we edited in clips from Star Trek and Supermarket Sweeps and made some sly references to cannibalism. Well as sly as 15 year olds can get. It was quite painful though to see three awkward teenagers wear ill fitting star trek uniforms while running around with a video camera in Glace Bay. I'm surprised no one asked us to bite the curb.
From grade seven onwards, Keith, Liam, and I would routinely end up in the same classes/extra curricular groups together. In grade seven we were all in the same class at French camp and spent the majority of our waking hours making fun of Terri Delorenzo until she complained and they threatened to send us home from camp earlier than everyone else. I'm pretty sure we all cried and they allowed us to stay. I know we all cried and they allowed us to stay.
In grade eight, we went on a class trip to Ste Anne, Keith got drunk off liquor that someone was storing in the tank of one of the toilets in the bathroom. Liam and I got yelled at for planning to sneak out to meet up with some girls and Susan Read's dad had to have a talk with all of the boys because 'someone' was having a serious problem with aim and the bathroom was a disgusting mess ('Boys if you can't aim, sit down!').
By the end of grade nine we had, for the most part, stopped hanging out with each other. Liam was going to a different high school and we all just sort of drifted apart. Keith and I were still somewhat close and we made a number of terrible short films together and even attempted to make another Star Trek parody (it was much worse with several references to former Nova Scotia premier, John Savage and Canadian Heritage commercials). We drifted apart in grade 11 and Keith ended up going to a different high school as well.
The last time I saw Keith was about 4 years ago. He had written a pretty brilliant one act play that debuted at the Boardmore Playhouse.
Every fall, I think about Liam. He could be a real asshole, but he was my friend and because of him I did a lot of great things that I know I would not have attempted on my own. I owe him a lot and it's tough sometimes to think that he'll never be an old friend.
You think that when people drift out of your life that they'll drift back into it. Sometimes that never happens and you never get a chance to talk about all the things you used to do. It's sad when even good memories are hard to think about.
Best Halloween Costumes
Most of Which Were Sewn by One, Kathryn Black
And Worn by One, Mark Black
-Tweety Bird
-E.T. (made by my aunt)
-The Punisher
-a Blue Crayola Crayon
-Capt. Kirk
-Dr. McCoy
-the lead singer from Ink and Dagger...before he died, I wasn't a zombie
-an early 80's jogger
One year two kids in my beavers group were Ewoks. They looked amazing! They would have only looked better had they not been as big as they were. Sometimes being a little bit bigger than everyone else at a young age helps like the time I went to the Mayflower Mall for a Halloween Costume contest and two brothers were dressed up as Axe and Smash from Demolition. They came onto the stage with the Demolition theme playing. It was probably the most amazing Halloween moment I have bared witness to. Even more amazing than the time I helped deliver a two headed calf.
The kids who dressed up as Axe and Smash were pretty beefy for two twelve year olds. It's kind of awesome that two people who were just average for 364 days a year got to live like kings! Kings I tell you! Well either that or wrestling superstars!
Most of Which Were Sewn by One, Kathryn Black
And Worn by One, Mark Black
-Tweety Bird
-E.T. (made by my aunt)
-The Punisher
-a Blue Crayola Crayon
-Capt. Kirk
-Dr. McCoy
-the lead singer from Ink and Dagger...before he died, I wasn't a zombie
-an early 80's jogger
One year two kids in my beavers group were Ewoks. They looked amazing! They would have only looked better had they not been as big as they were. Sometimes being a little bit bigger than everyone else at a young age helps like the time I went to the Mayflower Mall for a Halloween Costume contest and two brothers were dressed up as Axe and Smash from Demolition. They came onto the stage with the Demolition theme playing. It was probably the most amazing Halloween moment I have bared witness to. Even more amazing than the time I helped deliver a two headed calf.
The kids who dressed up as Axe and Smash were pretty beefy for two twelve year olds. It's kind of awesome that two people who were just average for 364 days a year got to live like kings! Kings I tell you! Well either that or wrestling superstars!
