Sarah L - Plinky Answers

In Which I Anger Millions

2009-08-09T00:56:41-05:00

I know this is going to make me wildly unpopular with a lot of people, but I honestly don't think that, as a movie, this film was constructed well at all.

I fully understand and accept that huge chunks of the book had to be cut out in order to make the movie less than 10 hours. I get it, it makes sense. Unfortunately, the bone I'm picking is with the basic cinematography.

On more than one occasion (actually, on the majority of them) I found myself fumbling during scene changes, as there seemed to be little or no continuity between many of them. (I'm pretty certain that, when the dvd comes out with an extended edition or a stack of deleted scenes, it will be fairly ABC to point out where the deleted portions will go.)

Furthermore, I'd like to propose using something other than cuts as a form of scene transition. Not to mention, let's not spend 10 seconds shooting images of something that, although important, doesn't get explained, and doesn't need to be looked at longingly.

Enjoyable, but not nearly good enough.

Dolla Dolla Bills Y'all

2009-08-09T00:44:40-05:00

People. People are the root of all evil.

We can do good things with money- we can help those around us, we can buy people pretty things. But money is just that- money. It's pieces of metal and paper/cotton that we've all decided have value, and unfortunately that (superficial?) value is perhaps the only way that some people ever feel completed in any way.

We've given it meaning, we've decided how much of an influence it's going to have over our lives. So at the end of the day, we're the root of evil.

Inanimate objects, things without the ability to think and make decisions can't be good or evil, they can only be used as tools. I can take the most peaceful thing on earth and turn it into a symbol or a tool of evil.

The swastika, prior to the NSDAP, was a symbol of peace. Flip it around and put it on some flags, throw in a few economically and socially desperate people, and suddenly we have a holocaust.

Facing Fears, Forgetting Why I'm Afraid

2009-08-09T00:40:09-05:00

This is a lot less about what I could do without, and a lot more about facing fears.

I have this thing, let's blame it on a certain friend of mine, and it goes a little something like this: when I recognize fear within myself, when I recognize that it's holding me back from doing X, Y, or Z, I have to do it. There's a certain level of "within reason" that comes into play, but for the most part, it's a no-holds-barred sort of deal. I think the last time this truly came into play I ended up walking on a bunch of chairs, hand-in-sweaty-hand with two of my drunken comrades at a tiny little blues club to dance to what was quite possibly the most insane blues combo I've ever seen.

And when it comes down to it, the scariest thing I can imagine is losing my ability to hear. I've already had one brush with this, but going without any sound would probably be one of the most intense experiences of my life, on the condition that it would *only* be for a year and not become permanent. At least not right away.

If abscence makes the heart grow fonder, then doesn't it reason that not being able to hear music or rain on the window or the sound of a lovers sigh would become infinitly more intoxicating following the break? Or maybe I'd suddenly become far too aware of all the grating sounds in the world. Maybe I'd come to peace with the idea of not being able to hear and then hone in on my other senses.

Or maybe I'd just take advantage of the situation, learn sign language,and then, a year later, continue on as if nothing ever happened.

Embracing Rhyme, Even Post Mortem

2009-08-08T20:47:39-05:00

She Lived, She Died, We Buried Her Alive
Because rhyming is awesome? And everybody lies. And because maybe, years from my death, someone would be walking past my headstone and stop and wonder. And that's reason enough.

Maybe I Could Just Live In the Boat. Two Birds.

2009-08-08T19:37:50-05:00

FIrst and foremost, I'd get a really good lawyer. You never know when someone is going to come out saying that you owe them such and such for this or that reason, and it's good to have some legal protection. I'd follow that by paying off every bit of debt that I or my loved ones had, and start looking for an incredibly bitchin house. And maybe a boat.

Isle of Yew

2009-05-23T00:04:37-05:00

You've gotta lose love if you want to find love.

You Kant Always Get What You Want

2009-05-23T00:02:10-05:00

Take everything everyone has told you and throw it out the window. Ignore the doubts and focus on what the world is telling you. Believe in your own abilities, and don't be afraid to stir shit up. Don't compromise who you are for what you want to become.

Try not to be a dick to other people, and everything else will fall into place.

Martha will love My First Born Child

2009-05-22T23:50:44-05:00

My First Born Child
If Martha were to come over, I'd be forced to serve her my first born child on a platter made from human bones. Why? Because Satan refuses to eat anything else.

Mackimmie Library is afull of crazies!

2009-05-22T23:47:48-05:00

The Mackimmie is a great place to watch people, mostly because students tend to be insanely stressed out. Also, depending on the time of year you can find yourself watching enough sleep-deprived students to make you appreciate your sleep schedule, or you can find yourself in the midst of dozens of nervous break-downs happening simultaneously.

The Beatles Would Be Proud

2009-05-22T23:40:46-05:00

Douglas Coupland is, by far, one of my favourite Canadian authors, and so any of his books can easily fit into great summer reading. Also, when I think reading at the beach, my mind automatically goes to Vancouver and White Rock, and that's just too perfect for this man's work.

Let's Shoot Things!

2009-05-22T23:19:38-05:00

I'd be lying if I said that this didn't have something to do with a boy. Suffice to say, he made archery into a VERY attractive sport.

In Toronto? Future is the place to be.

2009-05-15T17:40:28-05:00

Come on Jessica, Come on Tory

2009-05-15T17:31:44-05:00

(You Gotta) Fight for Your Right (to Party!) by Beastie Boys

Let's Go to the Mall by Robin Sparkles

Cockroaches Will OUTLAST US ALL.

2009-04-22T20:03:09-05:00

Seriously, those things are friggin indestructable. Cockroaches and twinkies will be all that's left when we destroy this place.

Give Me My Money Back (You Bitch)

2009-03-25T19:31:33-05:00

This one's a pretty dangerous question, mostly because the method of the breakup has never been an issue with me; the circumstances, however, have been pretty brutal.

My first boyfriend and I broke up because of distance. Suffice to say, I was at the point when I couldn't recognize a good thing when I had it. Since this relationship ended, I've come to love long distance. Do what I want and feel no guilt about not seeing my significant other for weeks at a time.

My second boyfriend and I split, again, because of distance. To make it a little more complicated, he hadn't lived in town for the majority of the time we'd been seeing each other, but after I moved (and, thus, was even farther away from him), and upon the death of a dear friend, I panicked and broke it off. Something about realizing that he couldn't be there at the one time when I really needed him, as well as the stress of moving out for the first time and not knowing anyone. (If there's one thing I regret in life, it's very likely that this is it.)

The next guy I dated broke it off after I pretty much stopped hanging out with him, on account of his douchebaggery and his accusations of me cheating on him. I'm all about following your bliss, but I'm no cheater. I fully believe in breaking things off before attraction for another person goes that far. Douche.

I dated one guy after that, and just as the relationship was starting up, he decided that the best way to deal with an argument between us was to use physical violence. Suffice to say I cracked his nuts and the relationship was over.

Other than that, any dating I've been involved in has been primarily casual, and so there haven't so much been 'breakups' as there have been 'decisions to hang out with other people.'

In the end, I think that being broken up with is always going to suck, and I'm not sure that there's so much a better or worse way as a way in which it's slightly less embarrassing or slightly more awkward. Either way, as long as it's done face-to-face we're good. Text message dumpings are just cruel.

I Just Don't Understand.

2009-03-25T19:07:42-05:00

I want to start by saying that I'm trying really hard not to make any judgements here. Aside from my own personal bias', I don't think that there's anything necessarily moraly right or wrong about either choice, and I'd like to think that the Fabulous Feminist Revolution has come far enough that women can dress how they want without judgement, without harrassment, without fear of assault or persecution.

However, what I don't tend to understand is why people (women and men alike) dress in such a fashion that they're entirely uncomfortable. Their feet hurt, they can't walk properly, and sitting down, standing up, and bending over all involve a great deal of strategic maneuvering in order to avoid Full On Flashing any passers by.

Honestly, it just doesn't seem comfortable. And, as Maggie pointed out in her post, I think it's not only silly to make yourself uncomfortable for the appeal of others, but also ends up working against you. Who wants to dance with the girl who looks like she's ready to pass out from pain? Aren't I more fun to hang out with when I'm not bitching about blisters?

Not to mention, I'm kind of a prude.

My mother didn't try to stab my father until I was six, but she must have shown signs of oddness before that.

2009-03-19T21:28:38-05:00

Honestly, Alan Alda is an amazing man. I love hiim. If his wife wouldn't mind, I'd marry him. His other book, Things I Overheard While Talking To Myself is another fantastic read. He talks about incredibly important issues while simultaneously putting his signature charm and wit on it.

I'm not sure anyone else can talk about mental illness and approaching death with the same kind of hilarity and humility as this man. So. Good.

Lisa Dreams

2009-03-15T11:50:27-05:00

Honestly, One of the best ones stems back to April Fools 06.

After a heavy night of drinking, a bunch of us went back to... some dude's house... and had a bonfire in the back yard. At about 3am two of my friends started whispering to each other and looking around at the group. One then got up to go to his car to get his cell phone, which he'd forgotten on the passenger seat.

No more than 30 seconds later he came racing around the house asking his brother if he'd moved the car. No, of course he hadn't. Why? Missing. Stolen. Gone. Brother then picks up and vaults himself over the fence (which, I might add, was taller than me) and starts freaking out right along side him.

Their cousin then starts FLIPPING OUT, near-shitting-bricks, trying to figure out what could have happened, how we couldn't have heard it, and fumbling to get her phone out to call the police. Brother 1 then saunters over, puts his arm around her, and says, very calmly: Hey, Lisa? April fools.

Obviously I'm So Good Looking (S)He Can't Look Away

2009-03-15T11:45:56-05:00

I chose the quiet starer because, when on road trips, this is what I do. And I do it solely to annoy people. Because of this, I figure it would be pretty easy to block them out. Not to mention, when in doubt, I'd just stare back.

I'm Telling You, It's Amazing.

2009-03-13T20:53:35-05:00

I would like to say, for the record, that the ShamWow is AMAZING and the magic bullet is maybe one of my favourite inventions ever.

A few years ago my Aunt and Uncle were on a wee trip, and, because they finally had a room to themselves with no pesky kids around, decided to REALLY live it up and stay up late. Watching infomercials.

When the Magic Bullet infomercial came on they made a snap decision that they Must. Have. It. and proceeded to order one for their household!

Long story short, every household in my family has one, and my parents and brother used theirs so much that they actually wore it out.

Mine is currently sitting in storage until the day I get my own place, and then LO AND BEHOLD we will have a smoothie party.

Let's Get Angry, Let's Get Even

2009-03-13T11:27:26-05:00

Ben Folds by Song for the Dumped

Limp Bizkit by Break Stuff

The Killing Moon by You Outta Know (Cover)

Mine, Mine, Mine!

2009-03-09T19:59:44-05:00

This has nothing to do with my current (or impending) roommate situation. Rather, I just really like the idea of living alone. I've always had a desire to have as much space as possible, especially because the various craftiwork I do tends to take up a lot of my much needed storage space. So, ideally, I'd love to have a two bedroom apartment or a small house all to myself.

These Scars Aren't From Catfights

2009-03-09T19:57:57-05:00

Let me start by saying that one of my least favourite things to do is ask for help. I can't stand it. Unfortunately, I was raised with a whole whackload of pride in me, so not doing things myself has always been interpereted as a sign of weakness. Also, the only times I could ever spend time with my dad when I was young was either when he was yelling with me or when he was showing me how to do household repairs.

Obviously, I chose repairs.

Because of this, I've learned how to do basic home wiring, put up drywall, plaster, putty, paint, lay carpet, put in tile, do a full oil change, and I have my own tool kit.

Ideally, I'd like to be the one to end up with all my dads tools, come the day.

Let's Focus on Social Programs

2009-03-09T19:54:39-05:00

Universal healthcare? A decent education system? Less tax breaks for the wealthy?

Learn to Pronounce Your Words, Dammit!

2009-03-09T19:53:36-05:00

Moist
It sounds HORRIBLE.

"Nucular"
It's Nuclear. NU. CLEAR. It drives me apeshit that people can't get this right.

"Aluminum"
Al-u-min-ium. There is an I in there that is begging to be pronounced!

Sadly, My Old Home.

2009-03-09T19:51:20-05:00

Honestly, since I moved out of my parents house we've developed a really good long distance relationship. And while I love my family very much, there's something about being back in that house (that, I might add, is filled with cigarette smoke) that just makes me feel trapped.

Let me tell you what I do

2009-03-09T19:47:28-05:00

My job involves a lot of doing what I want. When there's nothing (or little) to do, I end up working on homework, reading, bumming around Ye Olde Internetter, or having either a dance-off or a knife-throwing contest.

When it's busy, it's pretty much the same. But more covert.

Smokey, Without a Doubt

2009-03-09T19:44:43-05:00

Bears. Beets. Battlestar Gallactica.

Dot Matrix Typed All the Right

2009-02-05T14:41:51-05:00

Oh man. I should start by saying that I have, as long as I remember, had a computer in my household. Some of my earliest memories involve sitting at our old Mac with it's ghetto printer listening to it screech and scream and thinking "god damn this is an amazing piece of machinery." Though, I was four, so chances are it was more of a series of "ooo"s and "aaaaaaah"s. My dad used to even make my brother and I do games like All the Right Type because, as he put it, these crazy boxes were the future. WHO KNEW.

So the computer-thing has been kicking around for basically my entire existence, which, by the way, weirds me out. I will never know what it is like to live without a computer! I mean, I had an email account (AND BUSINESS CARDS) when I was 8. 8! I went on a trip to DisneyLand with two of my mom's sisters and my cousin Justin when I was 10 and had a cards with my email on them to hand out to cool kids I met at the hotel. (I only met one, and we never talked after we left.)

Anyway, I think the earliest recollection I have of using the internet routinely was in grade 6 when my friend Jacquie and I would email back and forth constantly, back in those days before instant messaging, and would marvel at our ability to communicate without calling each other, even though every time we sent an email we'd have to dial-up. (It took longer, but the novelty was there!) My dad was also really into getting my brother and I into the book learnin, so we had the newest editions of 3-4 encyclopedias at any given time, and were always encouraged to sign online and check the web resources they had. Y'know, back in the day when Encarta was still a reliable source of "up to date" information. (Or at least when I thought it was).

Since then it has been one never-ending stream of messages, emails, wikipedia entries, and ill-concieved websites dedicated to Leonardo Dicaprio. (I'm looking at YOU, Miss Chomyn.)

The Flyer Force: Employers of Child Labour

2009-01-30T19:31:24-05:00

My work-life started with getting chased by dogs, bitten by wasps, and millions of tiny little paper cuts.

My first work experience involved working for The Flyer Force: Employers of Child Labour. It lasted for about a 18 months, or until I got sufficiently sick of people bitching about me leaving flyers at the back door when there were wasp nests by the front.