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Patater Week (Feb 7) - Proposal

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It was supposed to be a romantic camping getaway. Instead, they’re tearing the campsite apart as fast as possible because the radio announced a freak blizzard on the way and snowflakes are already billowing down.

They manage to get everything in the car and drive out of the woods without they get stuck in a forming snowdrift.

Alexei drives, because they’re in Canada, the car is a rental, and of the two of them, he’s the one with an international driver’s license.

(”Can’t believe you have passport but not international driver’s license, Kent. What you do when you playing in Vancouver? Or Montreal?”

“I go back to the hotel after the game and I sleep.”)

Alexei is calm but Kent is scrunched down in the passenger’s seat, seething. Alexei thinks the glower is darker than warranted, but he does kind of understand Kent’s annoyance. The camping trip was his idea. A just-over-two-years anniversary trip, since their actual anniversary was in the middle of playoffs due to their having hooked up during All Stars weekend one time and managing to admit mutual feelings of “like” around the time they realized they might be facing off for the cup.

They hadn’t, but the Skype call regarding that issue had been enlightening, to say the least.

“Is okay, Kent,” Alexei says as the windshield wipers zip across his vision and the road before him turns increasingly white. “We try again, yes? Maybe go back out tomorrow, if weather clears?”

Kent grumbles and buries his nose deeper in his coat. He’s cold-blooded and gets chills if a cool breeze blows by. Alexei loves it, because it gives him the excuse to wrap Kent up in Alexei’s warm arms all the time. Now, he pats Kent’s leg. But Kent’s not having it. He grumbles again and says, “No way this’ll clear up by tomorrow. Next week, maybe.”

“So we re-schedule our flights home,” Alexei says. He takes his hand back, because a responsible driver always has two hands on the wheel. “Stay in hotel until snow is gone. No big deal—”

And that is the moment one of their tires blows out.

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Quest for Rail – Part 3

Once we got rail we sat with our backs to it for about half an hour.  We managed to sneak in a washroom break and Morna got some water. I met the three great women who got rail next to me and two of them were also Canadian – one from Vancouver and one from Winnipeg.  I made some comment about it not being very likely that Radiohead would ever play in Vancouver again and then they all told me that they had been at the last Vancouver show at Thunderbird Stadium at the University of British Columbia.  It was an outdoor show with terrible rainy weather and the entire show was general admittance.  They were pretty critical of how security was managed for that show and there were people ignoring lines and rushing gates and other very aggressive behaviour which they described as “frat boy behaviour”.  These ladies always seek rail and get as close to the band as they can but in this case it was too pressing and dangerous.  Thom had to stop the performance several times and say things like “This isn’t a Rage Against the Machine show!”  One of the ladies told me that they were pulling people out of the audience from above and was worried enough that she signalled that she wanted to get pulled too so she finished the show up in the bleachers but feeling much safer.  Wow!   That doesn’t sound fun.  I got crushed by a crowd against some glass doors before and all-ages Faith no More show in Vancouver back in ’96.  It was brief and terrifying so I can only imagine what it was like in front of the stage at Thunderbird Stadium.  After they told me those stories I learned that they had been at the Radiohead show the night before in Seattle and they all commented on the songs they liked the most and had a laugh about the band fucking up The Gloaming.  I asked them about the opening act and they were very enthusiastic in their response and commented in particular about how good the vocalists were.  The next thing I knew the house lights were dimming and the opening act started to come out on stage.  

I didn’t know anything about this band before they walked out on stage.  They are called Dudu Tassa and the Kuwaitis and I loved their performance.  They play pretty solid rock-inspired music with a foundation of drums, bass and guitar but then they add to the mix a violin, a cello and a traditional Iraqi stringed instrument called a kanun which looks like a large harpsichord thing and is played on ones lap.   Dudu is the front man guitarist/vocalist of the band and his melodies integrate with the traditional kanun instrument to create a sound that is at once familiar and exotic, at least to my western ears. They played a few songs and I lost myself in the experience trying to identify which sounds were coming from which instrument.  Soon Dudu welcomed a woman onto the stage and her vocals blew my mind.  I am not culturally aware enough to describe her style of singing accurately but to my ear it reminded me of Middle-Eastern or Indian music with modulations and shifts that sound really challenging to pull off.  While listening to this music I actually felt my mind expand inside my aging cranky head.

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in the honor of nhl season starting tODAY, here are my old and new goalie drawings

p-matt2012  asked:

Was playing Isaac Parrish as fun as it looked on Eureka?

It was more fun that it appears, because you don’t get to see all the stuff we did between takes, during breaks in production, and on our days off. I miss the cast and crew and Vancouver and playing that character very much.