Here Is A Picture...Now Take Your Thousand Words

A picture of me joining the CRC.

A picture of my little sister Rachel graduating from Redeemer

A picture of me before doing a sleep test/study

Watch Out

Some good friends of mine (KD &; MPV) were telling me about a movie they saw late this spring.  It is called "Birdemic - Shock and Terror".  It involves an homage to Alfred Hitchcock's "The Birds" and birds with lasers.  I watched the theatrical trailer and well, it seems to have "indie" written all over it.  But I'm not an expert in these things.  I'll give you the link to the movie's website, and you can have a gander here at the trailer and then you let me know your thoughts.

Oh, you should also know the film is being shown at the Bloor Cinema in Toronto on June 26.


Birdemic: Shock And Terror Official Theatrical Trailer from Severin Films on Vimeo.

Apologies

Sorry for the lack of posting lately.  Apparently it's bronchitis that's been making me so tired over the last few weeks.  Also, typing with a sprained thumb hurts.  I hope to resume the regular M,W,F schedule soon.

Here is a picture, just 'cause:

Things You Never Think You'll Do

So there I am, playing good ol' Christian, co-ed, slo-pitch (we won, we're 2-1 now), and I'm about to bat.  One of the other team's players comes to the plate and proceeds to tell the ump that a city worker has approached their bench and told them that they will be turning the lights off at 10:30pm.  The game started at 9:30 and the diamond was booked until 11pm and it's minutes to 10:30pm. 

We hadn't got enough innings in to make it a legal game, thusly, we had a problem.  Suggestions were made to use feminine charms to coerce the man into letting us have our half hour, have the ump talk to him, etc.  Then the member of the other team said, "I don't think those will work, I think he's a deaf, mute."

So guess who ended up pulling out her sign language alphabet to talk this guy into letting us finish the game... yup, you're right, me.  We got our half an hour and finished our game.  End of story, right...?

After the game, a couple of friends and I wandered across the park to Rolly Rocket's BBQ and I was relaying this story to the owner.  As soon as I mentioned "deaf, mute" he responds with "oooooh, that's Joseph. He's not a city worker.  He lives across the street, he's kind of a volunteer."  I asked if he was the kind of volunteer who should be turning on the lights and Rolly juuuust wasn't sure.  Crap.

The moral of the story is that sometimes you're trying to play hardcore Christian, co-ed, slo-pitch and end up a) being heckled by a drunk guy on a bench in the outfield b) straining your thumb c) making a pseudo diving catch and throwing someone out at 2nd from your belly, or d) spelling out words in sign language to convince a neighbourhood "volunteer" that he shouldn't turn lights off that he may not even have the ability to turn off.

Not Okay

A friend's brother/roommate's soon to be brother-in-law was killed on Tuesday.  She said that your youngest brother shouldn't be the first one to go in the family.  I'm inclined to agree - that's not normative.

Details - http://thespec.com/article/784796, http://thespec.com/News/Local/article/785687

Isn't It Alarming

Dear Boat Owner with the boat alarm,

You really need to change the settings on your boat alarm - it goes off... a lot... and for a long time.  This annoys the whole neighbourhood.  Please fix it.

Sincerely,

Lstew

Just In Case You Were Wondering...

... the Charlton Chargers are 1-1.

Go Chargers!

Tough But Fair

www.nataliedee.com

Mind Blowing

Turn your speakers up a bit, then go here and smile.  The link comes courtesy of my Dad.