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Know what I don’t care about?

That Winnipeg will be getting a new NHL team.

I’ve been bombarded with new reports, FaceBook updates and tweets from various #Winnipeg peeps about the economic benefits, the social benefits, the local pride, etc.

And you know what? I still don’t give a shit.

I’ve been called a “bad Winnipegger” and “not a real Canadian” by some people in the Twitterverse after voicing my displeasure over having to constantly read and re-read about how zomg there’s going to be a ‘riot’ at Portage and Main when the announcement is made. Or wait, isn’t it supposed to be The Forks? Typical Winnipeg, nobody can coordinate properly (I kid).

(photo swiped from @dasme‘s Twitter feed)

I’m actually sitting here and listening to coworkers talk about getting “cheap season tickets at 400$ a pop”, which might not seem like a lot (yes it does) but apparently you have to sign a commitment to agree to buy season tickets for three years? Is that true? Ouch!

I guess they aren’t as hardcore as these peeps, though:(I’m not sure what the original source of this photo is, it’s being retweeted all over the place -I got mine from @kentonlarsen)

And also, guys, we aren’t “getting the Jets back”. It’s a totally different team -The Jets were sold to Arizona and became the Phoenix Coyotes, and the team we’re apparently getting is the Atlanta Thrashers. And I don’t know if I fully buy that “getting the Jets back” is acquiring another team and then switching the name back.

I think one commenter in the Winnipeg Free Press put it pretty well:

MAY 31, 2011 AT 10:05 AM
” subject to NHL board of governors’ approval “
I will gladly eat some humble pie, when its approved by everyone that needs to approve it. Until then, SHUTUUPPPPPP!! YOU JET FANS ARE SOO ANNOYING!! I really hope they don’t call them the jets again, give it up! at least get a new name! Do all of you who have pets, keep re naming your new dog your dead dogs name…..

Hey, they said it, not me.

But if we Winnipeggers are going to insist on keeping the same name, can we at least get a better theme song?

It’s 2011, surely we can do better than that.

But hey, don’t let my being a Negative Nancy rain on your parade. Just because I’m not changing my Twitter icon to a Jets logo or donning my dad’s old Jets jersey and wearing it around the office with pride (he didn’t have one, he’s just as apathetic about this as I am -nor would I do that) doesn’t mean I won’t go to the occasional game and get stupid drunk and yell obscenities at the other team.

You’ll just have to buy my ticket for me.

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I love video games

we all know this.

Since I got it as a Christmas gift I’ve been allowing Fallout: New Vegas to eat up a good chunk of my free time -I’ve beaten it once and am replaying it again and taking a totally new approach and storyline (one of the joys of modern gaming IMO).
Since Ty and I live together he’s been exposed to a lot of the game over the past while, in addition to many omgomgomgomg moments as I played through the game the first time and it only makes sense that after dealing with my obsession for so long he had to find out what all my giddy, fangirlish excitement was about.

As a result we now have to set schedules for who gets to use the Xbox 360, but that’s another story entirely.

Another side effect is that not only do we have actual in-depth conversations about the plot of the game, but that we (Ty) has developed a slight obsession with post-apocalyptia and dystopian futures.

Which is how we wound up watching this last night:

I have to say that The Road is one of the most intense and wholly depressing film experiences I’ve ever had. The story follows an unnamed father and son as they travel south to the ocean in a world  destroyed by some natural disaster (my bet is on asteroids, but who knows) and essentially their struggle survive in a world that is, literally, dying.

Ty was pumped because Viggo is in it but despite several n00d shots from the back he reminded me too much of Christian Bale in The Machinist to be eye-candy

(honestly just looking at the photo to the right freaks me out -eugh!)

though his acting prowess definitely deserves some cred here. I always forget that he’s not just a handsome gentleman, but also a first-rate actor.

Anyway, creepy Christian Bale aside the film ‘The Road’ is based on a book (of course) which I am ordering off Amazon as we speak because something so sublimely off-putting on film must be even better in book form, and what better light summer reading that a book about the end of the world and humanity as we know it?

But apparently not all dystopian films are depressing and make me want to jump off a cliff à la 28 Days Later and/or star Charlton Heston doing this:
Uh… what. Anyway case in point is Six String Samurai, an apparently ridiculous dystopian comedy which we will be watching tonight:

Do you guys have any movie recommendations for dystopian films?

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N.W.A. – Straight Outta Compton

It’s a chilly and cloudy Hip Hop Sunday.

Go grab a coffee (or bust a cap) and try to make the best of it!

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Okay, I admit

I’m a total Apple fangirl.

(except mine has a touch pad, so it’s better)

But I wasn’t always this way.

Once upon a time I was afraid of new things. I clung to my Microsoft Windows OS because it’s what ran on our first family computer: a Gateway all-in-one desktop PC that I do not recall with fond memories -the machine would have run a lot better if my two younger brothers hadn’t constantly flooded it with viruses received from the numerous pr0n sites and stupid downloadable games they got.

(as a side note I’m sad to say they have never really moved beyond this phase and have effectively destroyed both of the computers in my parents’ home, where they both still live. Shame on them)

Moving on, needless to say despite how annoying it was to have a computer that chugged like a tugboat, sounded like a table saw and crashed every other day, Microsoft was what I was used to and it stayed that way for a long time, I’m ashamed to say.

Even buying a cute iPod Nano when I was seventeen or so (I think) didn’t alter my PC-using ways. It just ensured that I would never use a non-Apple product to store and play my music on-the-go I blew through three different models of that baby until I finally wised up and got myself an iPhone 4.

Aah yes, my iPhone 4.

Some of you might recall the glorious day when I waited in line for about four hours to ditch my lame old flip phone (and consequently drunkenly smashed it on the road that night -such a release!) and got my Baby.

Honestly the best part about buying my iPhone 4 -besides it being an iPhone 4- was waiting in line outside of Winnipeg’s very own Apple store. Ours only opened this year (whomp whomp) but it felt so good to go into that shiny, pristine store and mingle with all the other people who were just as pumped to be there as I was. It’s crazy to think that the Apple store has been around for ten years already.

Check this:

Steve Jobs ILU

Moving on, this purchase was swiftly followed by Gretchel, my iPad (named after an unfortunate incident with a snarky clown and me on stage at the Fringe Festival) the night before I bought it, and to be honest between my day-to-day iPhone 4 useage and my iPad on campus at the university Microsoft felt, well… dated.

So a few months back I went out and bought myself a shiny, gorgeous iMac 21.5″ 3.06 GHz Intel Core i3 and finally initiated myself into the Cult of Mac. Having it made the three solid weeks I spent researching and writing all my final papers in every spare minute of the day that much more bearable, and I could never, ever go back to using a PC.

Call me an elitist, a snob, whatever. I don’t care.

And now I have obtained the Golden Power of Apple

(also: Zelda. Whassup?!)

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What’s in a name?

Zach Bussey did a post a few days ago about discovering a dude in the Twitterverse who has the exact same name as him (weird!) and with that in mind it feels like a good time to share one of my darkest, most embarrassing secrets with you guys.

Because isn’t that what The Internet is for, really?

(besides pr0n and 4chan, of course)

Let me preface:

one day while tuned in to our local ‘rock’ (read: mostly Metallica) station Power ’97 when the DJ said something that made me spend the next minute or so trying to figure out who the heck had said my name.

Turns out the DJ hadn’t said my name, but instead was talking about these guys:Yeeeeeeeeeah.

To demonstrate.

Say the following things out loud, one after the other:

ALYSON SHANE

ALICE IN CHAINS

Okay, stop laughing. I know they sound exactly the same.

So while Mr. Bussey over there might have a doppelganger out there in the big, wide Twitterverse, every time someone says my full name this is what I think of:

And while I was pretty indifferent towards The Band That Shall Not Be Named before this, now I have to hate them on principle. Because not only do we have the exact same-sounding name, but a Wikipedia search has informed me that they were formed the same year that I was born.

Really guys? C’mon!

But maybe I’m approaching this the wrong way?

Maybe I should embrace my grunge-metal fate and start wearing leather jackets and shades everywhere.

Maybe I should grow my hair out all frizzy-gross and learn to play the electric guitar?

Maybe I should join the band that sort of shares my name?!

I mean, come on, how badass would this be?

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