a wolf angel is not a good angel

Which is correct:

1. My academic and work experience fit very well with the qualifications

My academic and work experience fits very well with the qualifications

Ok, so I *woke up* exhausted today. And it wasn’t after 4 hours of sleep or anything. Why is my brain or body or whatever it is so mean to me? Am I sleeping less well than I think? I feel like I’m sleeping fine. But I wake up and ugh, I feel half-dead *still*. I can’t figure out why. I haven’t changed anything. Just my wakefulness, which is hovering around zero most of the time. Is it just because it suddenly cooled down? Am I eating too much, or too little, or the wrong things?

Well, whatever. Off to take a nap now.

I got home tonight, opened the door, called the cat. The cat didn’t come (because, as a cat, she comes when called. Yeah, right. But usually she figures she can sneak out if the front door is open). I dropped all my stuff and ran upstairs, sure that she had escaped when my house was robbed.

She’s just fine. My house has not been robbed. And I got a nice, albeit brief, workout.

The review will have to wait another day. I’ve been feeling on and off icky all day. Bleh. I’d like to feel better now, thank you, I’m not eating anything weird now, so that would be nice.

Although I realise now that when I went grocery shopping I forgot to buy saltines and apple juice. Fool.

A more thoughtful review later, where I will discuss the use of the buddy cop cliches in Bon Cop Bad Cop, as well as some other issues I had with it, but overall, big points. The theatre was packed, and there were lineups for the two 9:30 shows. I laughed — everyone laughed.

Rick Mercer plays a tolerable anti-Quebec, anti-Europe, ugly-tie-wearing “Tom Berry”. Louis-José Houde (Jeff, the coroner), plays someone much like the Brad Pitt character in Snatch. Patrick Huard and Colm Feore are great. Greater is Capt. Leboeuf, who makes the most of this “hopportunity”. How funny is it if you don’t speak French? I don’t know. Funny, yes, but laugh-out-loud funny? Perhaps. Canadians — especially Ontarians — should enjoy it. Probably people from the NE US will get it, too (not in the sense that the movie will play there, but if they saw it, they’d laugh).

I rather liked the swearing scenes, where Huard teaches Feore how to swear in French, or Feore’s sister some “dirty French talk” to say in bed. I was also a fan of the “Saving Grace” mini-story (see that movie too). The plot was as thin as any given buddy cop movie, but they were open about it — though I regret the lack of a Zamboni chase scene. Wouldn’t that have been cool?

Overall, it’s every Canadian’s — and every Canadian resident’s — civic duty to see this film. Support local film! Plus laugh! What else could you ask for?

I know, I know, who cares? But every time I looked at my pie I felt sort of stupid, but also like there was nothing in the entire world I wanted less than to eat that pie. So I stuck it in the freezer next to the raspberry pie, and I will not be making any more pies for a very long time until apple season.

Beverly Spanner lives in the 33-storey Port Royal tower, next to the lot. She . . . argues the condo complex will block the sunlight from some of the units in her tower.
” . . . This was supposed to be a 10-storey project and now it’s 12-storeys.”

How dare they put up something over a third of the height of your building?

(Blah blah I know the real complaints, but come on.)

Today I am finally going to see Bon Cop Bad Cop (trailer which hasn’t, as far as I can tell, been updated in a year). I have been waiting for this movie for a year, so I will almost certainly be disappointed. (Other Canadians: it opens across Canada in a week or two. Support the local film industry! People who aren’t in Quebec or Ontario and who are probably ignored, sorry. If you see this movie, maybe there will be another one where they go out west, or to Alberta, or the Atlantic provinces. Manitoba and Saskatchewan, I guess I just don’t care about you.)

I know it had the highest-grossing opening weekend for a Quebec film ever, which is I suppose impressive, in the big fish/small pond way. (Which isn’t fair, because Quebec movies are very good, as — I am told — is much of their tv, though I don’t watch it.) Reviews have been uniformly good, though of course this is in part the “such a cute idea, we have to like it” effect.

Proper review to come tonight.

Hurray! I got the Monkey Island games (as well as other LucasArts games that I’ve not played before), so I can fill my piratical ambitions. Unfortunately, I cannot figure out how to play Loom *with* the sound/music. It is a totally utterly 100% pointless game without music. But with the music, it was, as I recall, a phenomenal game. I’d like the chance to try it again. Sigh.

But true!

I am sick of pie. I have half of a peach-strawberry pie (soup) left (as well as raspberry, but that is frozen), and I am totally disinclined to eat it (it tastes just fine, that’s not the reason). This is perhaps because I had my tropical fruit sandwich (still just as delicious!) for breakfast. Also it has cooled down, so eating things other than just pie is acceptable, and even appealing.