Monday, December 31, 2012

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I am down and I can't get up... Why do such little things get me down like this?!? Oh, but they do... they surely do...

NOTA BENE: I am absolutely sure that Gaspirtz, the cartoonist behind the brilliant (heck, luminous cartoon) seen right here, is, at heart, as much of a clown-that-cries-on-the-inside-in-the-desert - and a rambling man as me, also. Go check out Gregarious Gaspiritz now - er, Gaspirtz, that is! Aye, Luminous Luciano has spoken... rambled... blogged, in truth!











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Nota Bene: Ever since the changes and "improvements" brought to Deezer's free music widgets, some odd things can and will occur upon accessing this and other pages with said widgets on them... Please be patient and keep refusing to stop the Adobe script that is initiated upon accessing this and other pages hence - the music will play, eventually...! The Adobe script that is slowing your computer will NOT make it unresponsive - just, indeed, slow things down for a short while... Expect to have to refuse to abort the script from 1 to 3 times before musical choices finally appear on the Deezer menu...!
Maybe -just maybe- if we have been experiencing this problem with the wondrous improved product given to us by Deezer.com, it must be due to our own deficient equipment? Maybe we need to upgrade Adobe Flash Player on our systems!
Please do so ASAP, then!
I sure did - and saw the difference it brought!
Thank you for your patience.
Remember that it is a virtue!
Mine is being sorely tested too.

In the meantime, until Deezer gets its act together again, enjoy the YouTube playlist kindly provided here courtesy of Luminous Luciano's own private YouTube channel, Blogger and YouTube itself - of course!

While we're at it, a word about this other "dilemma" or "concern" now:
No sections of this website may be reproduced or used in any way, partially or completely, in any fashion whatsoever without written authorization - the only exceptions to this rule occurring in the advent of an objective review of the entertaining value of said material and/or in the advent of objective and 'fair use' of my copyrighted material as provided for in section 107 of the US Copyright Law.
In accordance with Title 17 U.S.C. Section 107.

This is the way that I myself use other materials!
For more information, once more, go here
God Bless!

Yes - I'm done rambling in writ here - as far as *this* post is concerned, anyway!

Lots more rambling to come though -
next!
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Sunday, January 29, 2012

R.I.B. - Ramblings In Brief - Seventh Seal

Far too many annoyances out there - far too many - and waaaaaaay too much crap all over the place so that one could promptly attend to, really... And why bother dealing with any of it "in depth" either? Thus, we chose to adopt the expeditive and most efficient method, permanently: blast it all to pieces piece by piece, take no prisoners, spare no one! But doing so in a less painful way, with little doses at a time! And not so visceral as it could be either; for this is not lambasting either, now is it? Now don't get us wrong here: in doing so, we do not hope that it will be less painful for everyone involved - at all! Au contraire, we hope it will sting, stab, bite and burn even more furiously since none of these topics (with one glaring exception now and then, really - but, to be honest, there are so few of those it makes one want to cry, really...! But that is another story.) hence, none of these stories deserved or was dignified with a full post to call it its own, anywhere else on the TLB Prime Network - at blogging time, that is!

So here we go again...
MORE R.I.B. - RAMBLINGS IN BRIEF!

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Flex is dead - what, already?
Well these virtual things are truly living up to their, ah, virtuosity, eh?
No reference to the movie of the same, really - for it was but another waste of celluloid as far as we are concerned! But that is another story - for our movie blog! Duh...

Flex is dead, therefore - and it was supposed to be the computer language of the future, not so long ago at all!!!

In its place, stands a new language with a familiar name: HTML.
HTML...?!?
Number Five, though: that's right - HTML5 is the only way to go now - at least for as long as this latest nerdy fad lasts!

As an outsider looking in, peering inside his laptop's circuitry - or trying to (like the time I cracked the old desktop open, for various reasons that motivated the violent gesture: let's not get into that right now, though...) I have to personally ask - why in blue blazes...?!?

If it is not for economical reasons (using HTML5 will be easier and more productive, and increasing productivity should boost the cash flow too - rrrright? Even computer geeks know that what matters really here: and it is the all-mighty dollar, n'est-ce pas?

Maybe it's practical reasons

Could it be safety reasons

Please tell me it's not for pure "joy of obfuscating" reasons now...! (Every six months, or so, perhaps in fear of their geeky rivals -the hackers- the I.T. crowd collectively decides to change everything: all the rules, the language, the preferred coding, the way to get things done in a constantly (purported to be) "evolving" industry intent of making money any which way it can...! The poor saps (derogatorily - oh so derogatorily) called "users" have no choice but to follow suit - once everything is obfuscated, they have to buy all the new software (if not new hardware too) just to keep everything that they've grown so used to simply in working order still...!

The obfuscation doesn't stop there though: of course, there are many more languages to use and choose from. One suspects, even, that these geeks are keen on trying to come up with as many new computer languages as there are actual languages (foreign tongues, langues, linguas - lingo, dammit!!!) in the whole blamed world! Good luck with that project, geeks! And the more chaotically confusing it gets to be, the better it is for them too: for they secure their very own raison d'être as the demand for their services is ever increasing exponentially, in truth!

Me, I think it is all incredibly CRUDe - and I will forever prefer ROM over REM even if it means having to dispense pearls to swine and even a RUBY every once in a while along with that...!
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Now for those of you that truly want scary signs that the end is indeed near:
beyond the fact that illogical chaos continues to ensue everywhere at the same time, in every field and in every level of society, inexorably leading us all to a pervasive and all-encompassing state of entropy and inertia...

Just a few minutes spent ogling the news ticker this past week-end would have supplied enough evidence to any and all who doubt that the end is very near indeed: why, how can you doubt when you see all the convergence of events that are happening simultaneously as we, er, blog...?

In Syria, "Army dissidents" have taken to arms and taken control of strategic areas, which led directly to clashes with legit Syrian troops and about sixty deaths - so far. Syria is one of those "hot spots" that could very well trigger a chain of events that leads to far greater numbers of casualties, there and abroad - mostly abroad.

Speaking of "hot spots" - Iran. On a parallel to ongoing concerns in re their nuclear ambitions, the country is considering retaliatory measures against the European Union in response to that embargo thing...! Iran is therefore raising the prices for their oh-so-precious Crude Oil (gotta capitalize - it's better than gold) and as if that wasn't enough motivation for WAR, they are considering banning sales altogether to the aforementioned E.U. too, for a mere jacking up of the prices is not satisfying enough in terms of retaliation...! On a parallel to all this, hence, Iran is playing the good misunderstood guy part (as its Foreign Minister plays that part so very well) having U.N. observers coming over and visiting their nuclear facilities in order to ease everyone's mind about Iran being in the process of readying itself to become a nuclear power in the full sense of the word.

I don't know about the U.N. observers, anyone else in the United Nations or anybody in general - but no one, absolutely no one should be "optimistic" here (as Iran's Foreign Minister was reputed to be feeling like, at the end of these tours by U.N. observers...! If you believe the news tickers, that is...)

Besides, if the left one doesn't get you, the right one will - North Korea does have nuclear weapons: you didn't a reminder of that now, did you?!?

Meanwhile, "the world's foremost gathering of business and political leaders" was taking place, for five days to boot, in Davos, Switzerland. It ended Sunday on what was qualified as "a sombre note". It must have started, therefore, on January 25th. Wow - and I wasn't notified?!? They got what they had coming - the sombre note was for not having invited Luminous! There!

The 5-day "summit" (since it gathered what the French call "des sommités dans le domaine" - ha!) which one can alternatively refer to as the W.E.F (what - the whiff? What are these morons SMOKING? The question must be asked - indeed! Okay - W.E.F stands for World Economic Forum - happy?) ended on such a sour note because all these geniuses, for all their business acumen and know-how, they have narrow a clue how to properly deal with Europe's "crippling Debt Crisis" (once again, it has to be capitalized because it is considerably lesser than gold: the lack of gold is the problem, yes! No matter how far we strain away from it, it always comes back to GOLD! But never mind that right now...)

We have, on one hand, a USA government that has devalued the world economy, brought about the collapse of world banking and even the devaluation of its precious paper currency - and it is it that is leading the world straight to the gutter as it is going - and yet the European Debt Crisis gets the nod as the world's worst problem right now, in the eyes of all of this elite of business and political "leaders"...

With leaders like these, it is not any surprise that the world is going down the tubes!

"Paper money" is all that is holding the world together as it stands right now indeed - and soon enough it will have as much weight as Monopoly (TM) money.

All these leaders and big money braintrust should have taken advice from Boston Bruins goaltender Tim Thomas and simply not show up at this so-called summit/waste of time...!

Tim Thomas was a no-show earlier in the same week at the White House when his team got the "honor and privilege" to be hosted by the U.S. President Barack Obama who finally acknowledged the Bruins' Stanley Cup Championship in 2011 (something the Google Zeitgeist failed pathetically at - but that is another story...) - well, Thomas felt he could pass on that and he was RIGHT.

What honor, what privilege, to be hosted by evil incarnate at worst; a mere puppet of evil forces working behind the scenes at best? B.A. is all B.S. and will, ultimately, see no other recourse than trigger another senseless, baseless WAR just to trigger another "economy boost" (a stimulant that somehow was not mentioned by any of those political leaders in Davos? Strange. It wasn't even suggested by a single one of those business leaders there - not even those in the most concerned industries? Stranger! Oh well - it is all done behind the scenes anyhow...)

I may be repeating myself - but that is the honor and privilege of he who blogs and has many blogs, forums, mouthpieces, vehicles and soapboxes with and upon which to express himself!
;-)

Now - where were we and where we heading with it?
:-!

Ah, yes - the end!
With all these crazy things going on at once -all of these and more that do not even make it onto this blog, news tickers or anywhere else- you can rest assured that you will be resting in pieces (and, if you are lucky, in peace) sometime soon - indeed.

The often-perceived as "leading idiot amongst the idiots" (his fellow countrymen comedians portray him as such, anyhow) Canada's P.M. (Prime Minister) Stephen Harper said something at that W.E.F. summit thing that was disturbing to all, especially back home, as he qualified of "economically unsustainable" any form of supplements given to an ageing population. Hence, Old Age Security cheques, that old-timers have grown accustomed to and that personally I was looking forward to, at some point in time (if the world doesn't go kablooey in the meantime, that is) could be something to put a cross upon, perhaps...?

It has been called "the prime minister's pension bombshell" - a bomb that was carefully dropped at the economic forum in Davos, Switzerland (as it is customary for Canadians to do: making a splash, but in a careful, dare I say conservative way!) and all the so-called experts and political observers fully expect that to set to spark a "war of words" (better that than a War of the Worlds, eh - the old Parliament House in Ottawa wouldn't fare well against Alien blasts) when those pesky "lawmakers return to Parliament on Monday" - ha.

As reported here: "the rhetoric has been ramping up since Prime Minister Stephen Harper said in a speech at the World Economic Forum Thursday, that an overhaul may be necessary as a growing population ages making supplements like Old Age Security economically unsustainable."

And to think that all it was was a mere comment; one made by the aforementioned "leading idiot amongst the idiots"! Still, it is one that has to be taken seriously and it is one that has "set off a firestorm of reaction on all political fronts" back home, in Ottawa.

Pension reform suddenly became the hot topic of discussion - as everyone forgot everything else that implies an upcoming doomsday or some darn thing like that...! The battle lines were clearly drawn on CTV's Question Period Sunday when panelists from the three major parties faced off with host and chief political correspondent Craig Oliver over pension reform - wow! What wondrous reporting you can find on that CTV.com site: all self-promoting and all, as it is informative too! Astounding.

His defenders made the case that their precious Stephen Harper only "wants to look at long-term longevity because he wants to ensure income security for seniors for many, many generations," said one Shelly Glover, the parliamentary secretary to the minister of finance and therefore cronie of a cronie of Harper's. As that was just the opening salvo of the debate, you can guess that everyone else rallied against her, stating that thou shall not touch the pensions or something...!

All of it embodies pretty well the Canadian culture, I think: their heads in the snow (as the sand is not available for most of the year, global warming or not. Blame it on the Revenge of Kyoto or something! Take that, Harper!) they see not the dangers right now, they think of the problems in the far future...
Sheesh.
You have to get through the present troubles in order to get to the future ones, numb-skulls!!!

But enough about all this - this which has turned into both a preview of our bonafide apocalyptic blog here, Things To Come as also one of the bonafide political blog, Canadian Dreams - wow! All that was missing was some parallels drawn to a certain Pumpkin penned in Cyrillic and we had it all right here!

But we've done enough as it is...!

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How best to wrap up something so revelatory as this - hmm?

Well, we can ramble on and on about the myriad theories about an hypothetical end of the world to be found in all cultures, throughout all time, in every corner of the globe...

Maybe we should focus on the signs, which can be anything and everything. For there are numerous signs that the end is near, assuredly...

Here's one: on that same ticker, there was something about a Kelly. Not Grace Kelly, not Chris Kelly, not Kelly Clarkson or Kelly Osbourne, no - not any of the previously famous Kellys, not at all. This one is COOL. This one is Kelly Oxford and she's "hit the jackpot" simply because she's in sync with the times which are sorely lacking in laughs and overindulging in voyeurism at the exact same time, quite paradoxically enough... But that's another story.

K.O. (she hit the jackpot in initials too) is deemed to be some sort of "internet pioneer" since she started wasting vast amounts of time on the web as early as 1997. It was a natural progression for her, from her youthful obsession with CB radios, she says. Okay...

GeoCities (argh, not that accursed name again) was her playground - but not her exclusive playground, not at all. At 18, she was quite the party animal and had already tallied up "years of partying" and enjoying a fake ID to go everywhere deemed trendy... So much for the image conjured up by what an internet pioneer should be, eh? But never mind that now: girrrls will be girrrls and all that jazz...

She evolved on the net, as in real life. She matured, got her act together (or cleaned it up, as she says; in Calgary, of all places...) offline just as she went from miserable GeoCities to cooler-than-cool Twitter and Tumblr and, just like that, she garnered a steady following that has grown exponentially ever since! Because the masses love to peep into others' lives: and they love to laugh, too!

And so, a social butterfly of the web suddenly is rewarded for sharing jokes on tweets less than 140 characters-per-shot: rewarded with celebrity fans/followers, a script deal "with a major U.S. network" (CBS) and a book deal too (which will be, like, extended tweets in the form of "narrative essays" about the exact same subject matter) not to mention celebrity, fame and glory all her own. Not only that - on her Twitter page, she defines herself as "designed to make you feel like everything is going well." And then she states that she is our Perestroika! Very telling; very revealing indeed...

This is not a case of "only in America" folks - this is one of the signs!

She is Canadian, anyhow, not American (born an Edmonton wild girl, reformed early enough in rival town Calgary -Flames fans will be happy- where she got married, gave birth three times and became what she is now) so this is definitely not an example of that hackneyed "American Dream" everyone keeps hoping to come into effect in their own lives and change everything for the very best at some point in time...!

There must be something in The Good Book about this sort of thing: when everyone will be so prone to share everything, losing every last shred of that sense of privacy and what would be sacred as opposed to what is not. And this generation of bare-all-souls is passing this on to their offspring already - even if they didn't inculcate, it's in the genes now.

Revealing all - that is what this Facebook society has gotten to. And for some of those exhibitionists of the web, the wittiest ones, it will pay off immensely. There is something awfully odd about that and it can only mean one thing: society, at least as we know it, has reached a breaking point. A point where nothing is private anymore. And that cannot be right, surely...?

Unless the script and book deals make it right, hmm?
It remains odd though that the only thing that will be deemed too indecent to reveal anywhere, through any electronic means whatsoever, will be the pay off here...

Not that she'll be literally rolling in gold, at all, folks - she'll be getting Monopoly (TM) money, like everyone else...

But enough rambling already!

Friday, January 13, 2012

R.I.B. - Ramblings In Brief - Fifth Estate Edition

Too many annoyances out there - too much crap all over the place - to promptly attend to, really... And why bother dealing with any of it in depth either? Thus, we chose to adopt the expeditive and most efficient method, permanently: blast it all to pieces piece by piece, take no prisoners, spare no one! But doing so in a less painful way, with little doses at a time! Now don't get us wrong here: in doing so, we do not hope that it will be less painful for everyone involved - at all! Au contraire, we hope it will sting, stab, bite and burn even more furiously since none of these topics (with one glaring exception now and then, really - but, to be honest, there are so few of those it makes one want to cry, really...! But that is another story.) hence, none of these stories deserved or was dignified with a full post to call its own anywhere else on the TLB Prime Network - at blogging time, that is!

So here we go again...
MORE R.I.B. - RAMBLINGS IN BRIEF!

(And, before we go any further - NO, this has nothing to do with the blameable CBC's Fifth Estate, at all! Why, that poorman's attempt at having a 60 Minutes of significance with 20/20 insight...! COME ON! I am quite simply in my fifth level of tolerance right now, at blogging time, that's all! OKAY? GOOD. HERE: THIS FIFTH ESTATE REFLECTS MY MOOD A TAD BETTER THAN THE CBC EVER COULD!)

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Soooooooooooo... Today's a Friday.
T.G.I.F. - EH?
Oh, wait a minute now - it's a 13th! It's one of those infamous Friday The 13ths thingies!!! (Screams - chaos - and... SNAP!)

So much for T.G.I.Fs right there.

And so much for... 2012 as well?

It must have happened countless times before, but the fact that it happens now, in the ominous 2012, with all its baggage of rumours, pseudo-prophecies and quasi-semi-urban legends too, it truly makes one pause and wonder here that the first month of this ominous 2012 has a Friday the 13th in it.

Could there be something to this?
Could there be some truth to all this?
Could you possibly conceive that a bunch of savages that have vanished off the face of the Earth because they sacrificed every single one of their own to the point of self-extinction - could these bozos have actually been ON to something there?!?

Highly unlikely.

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You can always try and seek refuge from all the doom and gloom of the year 2012 out there by watching a MOVIE, maybe, hmm?

It is true that they no longer make flicks about that blasted wretch named Jason... Jason Voorhees, right? But still - where one creep once stood with all his sequels, each worse than the previous, now stand half-a-dozen clods with a succession of ill-advised remakes, so - are we better off for it, really?

So, watching a movie can help, do you seriously think that?

All I could say about that at this time is - GOOD LUCK WITH THAT ENDEAVOUR!

The movies being served up as escapism these days are either one of two extremes that may truly be proven to be totally inadequate in soothing any spirits at all.

First there's pure (and impure) fantasy-fare that is simply so out there, so unbelievable, so otherworldly, that it will immediately fail to provide any escapism at all to anyone bitter, hardened by the real, cold, cruel world, anyone who has seen it all (or thinks that they might have already) and will not take it anymore and just wants to open a window and shout "I am fed up, I have had enough and I WILL NOT TAKE IT ANYMORE!"

And that category of peeps has been scientifically proven to be 99% of the population. Numbers DON'T lie - politicians, lawyers and quacks do (in that order, probably, too - for you will most probably have to deal with their folk in that order too; but that is another story...)

And sooooooo...
Movies with too much imagination will irremediably fail to astonish, astound, exalt an audience that is so blasé with it all. Scorsese chose his time extremely poorly to go all "Hugo" on us all. Spielberg could have forgotten about Tintin as he forgot about that nice Jewish schoolgirl of his adolescent dreams, lo, many years ago at Torah class. And Lanctôt, though clearly more down-to-earth and far less fantaisiste than any otehr big-time (and true) directorial talent out there on the globe, could have skipped the whole creative process that made her revisit her sinful youth chock-full of impure thoughts directed straight (or not-so-straight) at her teaching nun and simply gone to confession instead of committing to (another piece of rotten) celluloid her memories of just how awkward her formative years really were...

The other extreme seen as a tendency in Hollywood, these past few dreadful and dismal -at the box-office as well as on the creative front- years (and some might say decades) are... ACTION! Not as in "Lights, Camera, Action!" but really as in "Mindless, sometimes Chaotic/Apocalyptic ACTION!"

And so, after Contagion, we get Contraband with Mr. Wahlburger.
After 300, we get more zombified antique soldier drones in Immortals or the upcoming Clash of the Titans II...!!! (My God - and I do mean God, not Zeus - no one ever thought of making a sequel to the dreadful original starring Harry Hamlin as Perseus! And THAT one had great special effects, at least, by the late, great Ray Harryhausen! Plus actual thespians like Laurence Olivier, Claire Bloom and Burgess Meredith were in it, too! THEY were not worthy of an encore but the remake cast IS? MY GOD!!! The Tinseltown bogus deities are so cruel... But that is another story, too...

And, what else...? Ah yes...
After 2012 - the movie! Entirely based upon Mayan so-called "prophecy" enhanced by some modern theories, seismological projections and some hearsay too - we shall be getting... an UNDERWORLD - AWAKENING!
That makes absolute sense too.

Sherlock Holmes is being beaten at the box-office - not by some Victorian ruffian with a mere passing penchant for thuggery or just any megalomaniac with sudden -not to mention surprising- knowledge of kung-fu but by... Tom Cruise?!?

But it doesn't end there - BOTH Cruise and Downey Jr are being beaten to a pulp by... THE DEVIL! For this flick is reaching out and grabbing (by the throat, one presumes) its audience, a bigger audience than the IMF and Scotland Yard's private help ever could garner for themselves (for a single week's totals, anyhow.)

When it gets to this point - when even the Evil One is at the pinnacle of box-office entries and business, therefore proving its hold on Hollywood and all that pertains to it, there can be no doubt indeed: you will not find peace, solace or anything good at the movies, you poor child!

But all this talk about movies (and Holmes, in particular - the sleuth rather than the slut, er, devil!) brings to mind something else that shall be dealt with therefore ASAP... (For we deal with threes here, don't we? Hence, this rounds it all up for another instalment of R.I.B. here - hurray!)

And so... Next!

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Let it be said, loud and clear now... Hans Zimmer is a hack job artist.

Yes he is!

I had my suspicions raised ever higher with each new composition, from Madagascar to the wretched Dan Brown feces (what an appropriate connection there, don't you agree?)

It grew worse and worse with each Inception, Pirates of the Caribbean and other big time Hollywood contracts we would get!

And then he got game - even that - with Modern Warfare!

But how can it be that no one has seen it yet - or heard through it, listened through his schemes which are passed off as original composing but are clearly NOT. On which planet are you, people? Haven't you heard that there is nothing new under the sun anymore - everything is rehashed, one way or another?

And so you probably need proof, you require evidence in order to finally SEE THE TRUTH! Eh? EH? FINE! You're gonna get it, right here and now!

Listen up - listen up closely now! First play the music below, the soundtrack composed for the end credits (but not only that) of Guy Ritchie's perversion of Sherlock Holmes:



Only fair that a bunch of kids perverted it as well, using it for their own little project, seen on the screen above! (Hey - not my fault that all the peeps who did illegally upload the actual end credits of Holmes, the 2009 movie, just for the music and the paper mattes effects I assume, made it all unembeddable! Damn those elitists! But I digress...)

Now people have said of Zimmer "oh, what a genius" - as if he reinvented the wheel.

Did he? Did he reinvent the wheel there or on any soundtrack that he has worked on since, say, Crimson Tide or something? Well... no.

But he certainly did not invent anything - in fact, all he can most assuredly be labeled as is "a great successor" in the best case-scenario; a "great imitator" also...

He copies the works of the greats well - aye, he does!
Greats such as Morricone - aye, Ennio Morricone!
Ennio was making music for films when Hans was not in diapers but still nothing more than a gleam in either his father or mother's lustful eyes! Ennio was the MAN when Hans was nothing but a spermatozoid facing non-exitence if the timing was just off by a fraction of a milli-second! Ennio is a composer - Hans is a hacker!

And here is the evidence: true extract of a film that was scored by Morricone in 1972, a film extract (the opening sequence, not the ending, by sharp contrast) that is, amazingly enough, totally embeddable, unlike the Holmes crap earlier! Here it is:



All that Zimmer did here was copy Morricone's Bluebeard theme, spice it up with a just hint, just a feel of The Wild, Wild West (at Ritchie's express request, I am sure) - et voilà!

And if one searched, took the time and ferreted out all the other direct influences, I am sure one would unearth astonishing similarities between Zimmer's other "compositions" and the works of greats such as Jarre, Herrmann, Bernstein and so on...!

No one reinvents the wheel - not Zimmer, not anyone!

One can only call Hans, from this day forth, Hans The Hacker Zimmer!
I have spoken! Or blogged, at any rate!

You heard it -read it, really- all here first, folksies!

Spread the word!

Now - scram!

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Thursday, January 05, 2012

R.I.B. - Fourth Time's The True Charm

Too many annoyances out there - too much crap all over the place - to promptly attend to, really... And why bother dealing with any of it in depth either? Thus, we chose to adopt the expeditive and most efficient method, permanently: blast it all to pieces piece by piece, take no prisoners, spare no one! But doing so in a less painful way, with little doses at a time! Now don't get us wrong here: in doing so, we do not hope that it will be less painful for everyone involved - at all! Au contraire, we hope it will sting, stab, bite and burn even more furiously since none of these topics (with one glaring exception now and then, really - but, to be honest, there are so few of those it makes one want to cry, really...! But that is another story.) hence, none of these stories deserved or was dignified with a full post to call its own anywhere else on the TLB Prime Network - at blogging time, that is!

So here we go again...
MORE R.I.B. - RAMBLINGS IN BRIEF!

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Laval (one half of Culbec... Quawbeck... Québec's very own God-forsaken version of Sodom & Gomorrah...) is likening itself to Horseman-country these days...

Oh really now - we are horseman-country all of a sudden?

I don't remember seeing Ric Flair, Arn Anderson, Tully Blanchard and J.J. Dillon galloping around these parts when I was around said forlorn parts, lo, those many years ago, pal...?

I never heard of any legendary quatuor of guys on the Rouge Et Or gridiron daring to pretend to be unstoppable, merciless "Four Horsemen"...?

I never even saw a single horse in all of Laval!
Not even on the rare treks out to le Centre de la Nature...

So, why in blue blazes would the turgid town of Laval be anything remotely like "horseman-country" nowadays?

Because of local boy turned promoter Normand Latourelle and his Cavalia - that's the only possible reason now!

Sure, Latourelle is creative and I personally appreciate the lyricism he adds to his art through the simultaneous use of image, music and live artistic performance. Multi-media is the future and until the day we can add holograms to that mixture, Latourelle and his peeps are the ones who do the most out of it all indeed.

I loved the Light show on Parliament Hill (Mosaika) - and he is behind that. The Cirque du Soleil has been something else, innovative, fresh, since its very beginning - and Latourelle was there at the beginning of that adventure, too. Cavalia is magical in its own way, and so is Odysseo, which is even more equestrian in nature than the former show!

But a horse - as the face of Laval?
That's too much - and an insult to all equines out there!

The horse is as out-of-place in the slums of Laval as the name Latourelle was - the latter being a typically French from France name that should have probably never have come to North America in the first place - but that is all due to the bigger Historical Mistake that was la Nouvelle-France in the first place - let's not get into that here now...!

Laval deserves a rat as its face - or something like that!
A stray cat - it has so many!
But not a noble beast like the horse - never!

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After Canada-bashing (more specifically Culbec... er, Quawbeck... er, Québec-bashing, yeah! But I kinda need to "think big" this time and take the whole piece of wasteland as a whole, though a fractured whole it may be - maybe - thanks to the efforts of a small -and getting smaller with each passing day- group of separatists themselves split up in-between several factions such as the BQ, PQ and now the ridiculous-sounding CAQ -LMBO- but that is another sad story to bash later on... When we have nothing else to bash... er, do.)

Sooooooo... after Canada-bashing, let's go for the jugular of the largest piece of frigid wasteland there is on the damnable planet: Russia!

Russia won't give up on its sorry excuse for a space exploration program - one guesses that they are so eager to be able to start migrating to another place, any place, even another planet in order to escape Siberia and its surroundings without having to simply "defect to the west" - which is a defeat and dishonour, admitting in fact that the sworn enemy's pastures are indeed greener (which they are, even in winter, but that is besides the point right now...)

Russia, therefore, is wasting too much time, energy, space also not to mention money and technology with their prolonged space program - and going nowhere at all with it. That's beyond pathetic - that's downright sad.

The exclamation mark on all that is the return of Phobos-Grunt, the unmanned probe sent out quite some time ago in the hopes that it would hop onto Mars orbit after enough elliptical rounds and would be sending back info about that particular moon of our neighbour planet (I guess Deimos is not good -or bad, lest I say devious- enough for our former comrades there...? Hey - it is Deimos after all! Ask the Warlord about it... But we are digressing again - big time!)

Phobos-Grunt is about to meet an ignominious end indeed, as reported by the abc.com journalists Ned Potter (no relation to Harry - ha - easy one, I know) and Gina Sunseri - right here.

Why not embed though, for what it's worth: the video of the report -maybe even two, three or an entire series of reports- that may still be viewable right here for some time to come yet...? Here it goes:

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Commercials included - wow. Thanks, abc! Sometimes life can be... a little uncomfortable indeed. Tis so true. I just had to go myself, a mere moment ago - thanks for making it easier to go. (Thanks abc - still - not Dulcolax!)

There went nothing - indeed.

But back to our scheduled ramblings now...

So, as we were saying, as Phobos-Grunt grunts it out (another easy one - I know.) and goes it out with a whimper, scientists and assorted experts in the field just hope that they are right and that the astronomical (pun fully intended - duh) amounts of toxic fuel in its tanks will burn up in the upper atmosphere upon re-entry...

Once again it's the poor Indian Ocean that is set to receive the big chunk of crap from outer space - with all the unholy, ghastly cosmic germs that it might have collected wherever it may have roamed...! The Indian Ocean was forced to swallow similar crap in October when the German ROSAT space telescope "scattered debris" into it -and, personally, it is not surprising to me that a ROSAT would just scattered debris, not accomplish much at all, be totally unhelpful and then disappear: it's just like the ROSATs I know to be that way! But that is another story- and so... poor Indian Ocean, again; it only took a two-month break before it has to get it again?!? Not fair - there are five oceans, all equal in the Eyes of God, the only pair of eyes that matters - right?

Well, okay, fine - it was the Pacific's turn to swallow crappy space junk back in September when the U.S.' own NASA UARS space satellite sent debris down - thanks NASA UARS! (Proof positive -or negative, really- that you can be American, live the American Dream and still come crashing back down to earth and fail miserably! God Blessed America!)

Experts only hope it misses their precious Florida this time around (one of the slightly, extremely remote possible sites of crashing.) Don't worry - oranges are safe. As they repeat ad nauseam, the seas cover up three-quarters of the earth, and so the odds are re-entry of the piece of space junk and therefore its crashing will be at sea indeed. Let the fishies get it - again. Damn surface-dwelling shitty space explorers...!

This Phobos-Grunt fiasco is all about the proper planet alignment - again! But it has little to do with that alignment abundantly spoken about as 2012 drew nearer and nearer - thank God! Still - the space exploration obsession can be dubbed to be as crazy as anything else of the sort: especially in the light of it going nowhere and not even fast at that but slow - ever so painfully slow...!

Phobos-Grunt (argh - what an annoying name! But we are learning Russian without even noticing, here! For "grunt" is the Russian word for ground; not the same meaning at all that it has in English, see? Still makes me want to grunt...) is the 19th failure of the kind... Aye, folks: Russians are 0 for 19 in these attempts to reach, probe, research Mars and poke Martians. While Americans completely ignored the old adage that has curiosity killing the cat and dispatched their cool cat of a probe called Opportunity, a rover that latched onto Mars in 2004 very successfully. And, now, they are set to launch another one this time to be called... Curiosity.

"Truly a travesty for the exploration of space," said Charles Vick, who follows Russian space efforts for GlobalSecurity.org, "A loss for all concerned."

Vick was interviewed by abc over all this waste of resources and is convinced that it was a lack of funds halted the Russians from properly testing the spacecraft launched as well as maintaining a proper level of quality control. They even dare say that "the worst damage was to Russian pride." What...? What about the polluted oceans, risks of contaminations and further desecration of our oceans, huh? Allegedly none of these concerns Roscosmos chief, Vladimir Popovkin, who supposedly "went so far as to suggest that someone had sabotaged the probe" - making the case for Russian pride being the real and perhaps sole casualty here. It would not be beneath Americans, sure, but...

Popovkin was so mellow in his accusations though: he stated that "it would not be desirable to accuse anybody, but today there are very powerful means of influence for space vehicles which cannot be excluded," in an interview with the Russian daily Izvestia, subsequently translated by ABC News. Popovkin gave no specifics, didn't even sound irate over the 19th failure - if it's not taking its toll on him, why bother advancing a theory of sabotage at this time...? All it did was create a lack of cooperation - as "sources say the U.S. government, mildly offended, stopped helping the Russians track their errant probe in its final days." Could this be the dawn of a new cold war? A space age stone cold war over not-much-of-anything-at-all! Way to make your mark, Popovkin! Makes me think of a Popo I know... But that is another story too!

Roscosmos, the Russian space agency, has no choice to swallow this one up - again. Just like the Indian Ocean has no choice. (Hey, if I was one of the fishies in the Indian Ocean, I'd get a class action suit going against the damn Roscosmos! Inept space explorers! Pigs In Space would do a better job than you guys - sheesh! But that is just supposition - just like any sabotage talk is...)

Roscosmos is, in fact, quite apologetic about this latest debacle and reassures that "most of this debris coming back down to Earth will burn up in the atmosphere, but 20 to 30 chunks of charred debris, weighing about 450 lbs., could make it to the surface" - whcih, again, should be the sea, not terra firma and therefore not the top of your head or the roof over it. Just where precisely it might actually crash will not be crystal clear until just a few hours before impact: indeed, technology is that good it can only warn us until it actually happens.

That's just great.

The world's space agencies are all reassuring in unison though: they all agreed that any one person's chances of getting hit by debris are tiny -- something like 1 in 20 trillion, based on the spacecraft's orbit and the amount of debris that might survive re-entry. Thus, the chances that, out of the seven billion people on Earth, one of them -you, maybe- somewhere, could be hit are more like 1 in 3,000.

That's still better odds than winning the lottery - a lot better.

(And remember that, if this one doesn't get you, the next one might - the Earth's orbit is cluttered with all kinds of space junk that we, collectively, as the space exploring human race, sent up there, with gusto. And then there's asteroids, comets, spaceballs and other unidentified objects for which we have no safety net at all. Maybe the odds are up to 1 in 300 now?)

With these reassuring numbers - let's just move on!

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Back to Canada-bashing, in closing...
And right back to the infernal germ-infested suburbs of Laval...!

Each and every year, there are rankings compiled and made public as they are published in the favored and reputed magazine for Canadians to read - MacLean's Magazine.

Perplexing it is, each and every year, to note that the rankings change ever so-slightly, like nothing evolves (or de-evolves for that matter).

Also perplexing is the fact that troglodytes in townships such as Laval still cannot spell MacLean's right... (they think it is McClean's - and this comes from budding but approved journalists working for the great, mighty Quebecor! Granted they are toiling on writing copy for little freebies such as the Courrier Laval and the like - but still! Can PKP possibly be happy with such twits? Can I possibly give a flying hoot about that? So - let's move on!)

Most perplexing it is to see such disparate numbers - like, how can Laval be 40th in "violent crime" (good show, Lavallois - good show!) but 63rd overall out of 100 cities? Slacking up on the theft, shoplifting and assorted misdemeanor category, guys? But pretty violent nonetheless - great!

Laval is one of those places that is both benefiting and suffering badly from its proximity to another big (bigger, really) slum-urban-commune (hey - they used to call "la communauté urbaine de Montréal" - okay? Not me - them!)

All of the creeps who start finding it to be "too hot" in Montreal, go north - immediately north (by northwest) is the inviting not-so-virginal, ripe to consume territory of Laval - where crime can flourish! The Clouseaus there are as clumsy as their famed French counterpart, see? And the most inept at Scotland Yard would be a genius hailed by Holmes if he ever had the opportunity to work with the Laval clods! Good thing such a time travelling experience, crossing the barriers of fiction and reality as well, is totally impossible - it's a good thing for the character created by Sir Arthur, that is! But we're digressing once more...

As they migrate from Montreal to Laval, the criminal element does not do the same once it also gets "too hot" in their new lavallois surroundings - no. Instead, they just play cat-and-mouse with the Laval police and start going from block to block, district to district, coming back to the first spot periodically because, well, because they can. There is no intrinsic need to go to another town further north - Laval has everything they need: all the customer-base they need, proximity to the other one, vastly profitable, over in Montreal; plus all the troops they might need as one or two of their foot soldiers eventually does spend some time "en dedans" - which is to say that the cops do finally make something "stick" -somehow, eventually- and do nab some of the acolytes, small-time crooks always, for periods of no more than a maximum of a few months at a time. And after that time is done, they're right back on the streets doing what they do... period.

Prince Georges, British Columbia is purported to be number one in the overall crime rate sweepstakes - not Toronto, not big town Vancouver right nextdoor, not Montréal... What is this sith? Is this rigged or something? Somebody at MacLean's has some gripe with Prince Georges - the luxury condo they wanted to buy there went to somebody else? All speculation here - no accusations!

Saskatoon, Winnipeg and Regina have the meanest streets, they say now. What the hell - the Sasquatch, Winnie The Pooh and Regina Spektor built their criminal empires while no one was looking, surpassing the true giants in the field, just like that?

And what of Edmonton? Just a mere few years ago it was number one - Canada's answer to Detroit in the USA! Just on the sorriest field, not in the car industry nor on the ice (NHL joke). How could it have improved so fast over there? Did the Calgary Hitmen come over and clean up the town or something? (Another hockey joke. Ha.)

Any top ten of "Canada's Most Dangerous Cities" that does not have Laval in the top ten or twenty (at least!) is blind to the truth - that is all that I have to say! Numbers don't lie, they say - and it is true that they don't. Alas, the numbers taken into consideration by MacLean's magazine do not reflect the entire truth as I was apt to witness it, circa 2006...

And things do not evolve for the best so rapidly in these matters - no way.

That last part was 100% serious, MacLean's!
Just to be clear...


Next time!

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Monday, December 12, 2011

R.I.B. - Ramblings In Brief - The Genesis!

Too many annoyances out there - too much crap all over the place - to promptly attend to, really... And why bother dealing with any of it in depth either? Thus, we chose to adopt the expeditive and most efficient method, permanently: blast it all to pieces piece by piece, take no prisoners, spare no one! But doing so in a less painful way, with little doses at a time! Now don't get us wrong here: in doing so, we do not hope that it will be less painful for everyone involved - at all! Au contraire, we hope it will sting, stab, bite and burn even more furiously since none of these topics (with one glaring exception now and then, really - but, to be honest, there are so few of those it makes one want to cry, really...! But that is another story.) hence, none of these stories deserved or was dignified with a full post to call its own anywhere else on the TLB Prime Network - at blogging time, that is!

So here we go again...
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Peeps have been wondering about this new style, the new format that we are found to using quite exclusively here, now, on Ramblings In Writ...

Well, truth be told, we've always had it in us!
As we have always been avowed Crash Test Dummies fans:



Or rather - much more probably too - it was this one that inspired us to adopt this approach right on R.I.W. with the R.I.B. thing:



Whether it was the left one or the right one that hooked us, we got hooked alright and now, take it to the bank, this is the approach and the format that we shall give the preference to here, henceforth!

We reserve the right to have special editions that stray away from it - one-shot specials, exclusives, exceptions, etc...

Our blog - our prerogative to do so!

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The true genesis of all this might be found in the days when we chatted - a lot. Not on any damn instant messaging crappy piece of software either, noooooooooo - chatting, L-I-V-E---LIVE and in the flesh! Or on the phone, sure, whenever the weather was way too miserable to stick your nose out (anything below zero should qualify, really: but we are another breed! A tougher breed! We remember REAL harsh winters when the average daily temperature for all of the cold season would have been minus 25. Now THAT was cold! And THAT was a real good reason not to want to mingle, socialize, go out at all! And yet we did - we still did! We must have been crazy - that's it, we were crazy. All that cold has to affect the brain at some point? But that is another story...

So - we chatted on and on - and on the phone too. Not any damnable cancer-danger cellphone either: on a real phone, dammit, the way Alexander Graham Bell intended it to be! (So you can discard any notions of our being partial to walkie-talkies either - capisce?)

And what did we chat about?
None of your damn business!

With whom did we chat?
With an elite, but of course! An elite few, proud, prestigious and luminous souls! With our private circle of friends, hence - all intellectuals and no rabble allowed!

And... and... And yes; we chatted of different subjects in the exact same manner than we configured "R.I.B." here: a wealth of different subjects, with one underlying theme connecting them all (the infamous theme of the day - or the week, when we did it weekly) and we even used the word "next" as we changed subjects, too!

Wow - who else would have thought of that, eh?

There were a hell of a lot more topics than merely three per session - time allowing, of course, but usually, time did allow indeed...!

And the sheer intellectual joy of connecting all those dots, in a brainstorm/maelstrom of organic (not orgasmic - although, in the brainy sense of the word, it could be that too) thoughts and words - not in writ, yet, but spoken out loud...! (This was one of the earliest lamentations though, verily - for we quickly figured that, as the French say so well -it is one of the few things that they say well, really- les paroles s'envolent mais les écrits restent n'est-ce pas; one can hope that it applies to blogs as well? But that is another debate right there...)

Thus, the genesis of both "R.I.B."s here and the trademark "luminous connections" tags you've seen all over the TLB Prime Network as Luminous Luciano's signature of sorts are to be found right there - in those archaic (not arachnid - typo avoided!) low-tec days!

And there's more about all this too...

But we're not sharing it on the blog!

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In closing, how can we not make a slight mention of "life before luminous" - or "life before being luminous" perhaps? Okay, okay - "life before luminescence" really!

In those long gone days, therefore, when Luminous Luciano was rambling on and on, luminous ramblings though they were, the luminous circle had a different sobriquet for the gent - and, no, it wasn't that of raving or rambling lunatic, okay?

It was actually... Mister Coincidence!

For, as he made his fine sidetrackings and one thing led to another, he would do so with refinement and skill, make it unto an artform, verily! Inexorably, it would always be that the transition would begin with "and, coincidentally, wouldn't you know that..." - and so the sobriquet was the easiest thing to affix, quiet naturally!

Once in a blue moon, to this very day, Mister Coincidence can make a surprise reappearance, reemerging from the luminous psyche that he truly never left, in fact. But that is rare - really much so, these days. For these days we make much more than citing coincidences while wondering out loud what their significance might be: today, we have synchronicity firmly embanked upon our shore! Even back then, as we merely repertoriated without delving any deeper than that, we already believed that there truly weren't any coincidences: that everything happened for a reason indeed. Such is the essence of both synchronicity as of luminescence: and, so, it was apparent that the title of Mister Coincidence would have to go, eventually...

Alliterative gave us the answer, soon thereafter...

And the rest is history!

And don't any of you even dare to think to label this as some mild form of schizophrenia now - fools!

Next... time!

Class dismissed!

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Saturday, December 10, 2011

R.I.B. - Ramblings In Brief - Triple Play!

Too many annoyances out there - too much crap all over the place - to promptly attend to, really... And why bother dealing with any of it in depth either? Thus, we chose to adopt the expeditive and most efficient method, permanently: blast it all to pieces piece by piece, take no prisoners, spare no one! But doing so in a less painful way, with little doses at a time! Now don't get us wrong here: in doing so, we do not hope that it will be less painful for everyone involved - at all! Au contraire, we hope it will sting, stab, bite and burn even more furiously since none of these topics (with one glaring exception now and then, really - but, to be honest, there are so few of those it makes one want to cry, really...! But that is another story.) hence, none of these stories deserved or was dignified with a full post to call its own anywhere else on the TLB Prime Network - at blogging time, that is!

So here we go again...
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Tyler The Tyke - grounded!

They dared. The Boston Bruins dared ground their unruly, insubordinate teenager sniper of a star winger - the one who got them all those important goals to win that key series versus the Tampa Bay Lightning in last year's playoffs and eventually win the Stanley Cup - at last!

He got up late one morning, missed a "mandatory team breakfast" (because, as we all know surely, teams that have breakfast together, break out of slumps fast - and in complete togetherness too, aye!) and that was it... Third strike and he was a HEALTHY SCRATCH for the next game.

And the Bruins lost that game - and the following one too, after ten straight wins with the teenaged sniper in their line-up.

The thing is, mandatory or not, the team was doing so well they didn't need any damn bonding ham-n-egger breakfast together - team spirit was at an all-time high after a slow start to the defending championship season, rebounding in the second month of it to make it quite the November To Remember indeed...!

And this is done - to discipline, sure, and sometimes you just have to do it - but all it did was break a team's momentum.

Tonight, they won the game against the lame Blue Jackets of Columbus by a close 5-3 score: they were losing to them 2-0 in the first period! They struggled and had to score two, including one in the last minute of the game, on a power play, in order to secure a two-goal differential that looks half-way decent - on paper. Disappointing and unworthy of a championship team.

So, you had to go out of your way and discipline the young adolescent, Boston Bruins?

Hockey teams are exactly that: a bunch of adolescents that get on a high and when they are brought back to reality, the synergy is no longer the same for a while on the ice, in the locker room, at game time most of all...

The game is fun when things are going well and the atmosphere is relaxed - the vast majority of these guys won a Stanley Cup just a few months ago together, the few additions to the group have integrated well (Pouliot has scored big goals recently enough, including the winner against Pittsburgh in a crucial game; Corvo just scored the winner against Columbus, avoiding the team a suddenly three-game losing streak after ten straight victories, which would have been just abysmal for team morale!) and so this team already has plenty of team spirit! There is no need to insist on team building here - these guys already proved they had it!

Don't mess with that synergy and, next time they are on such a high, just let the kid(s) play!

Even if the Tyke misses a curfew or something!
Seguin will be Seguin - on the ice, especially - but you got let him lace them up for that to be... B's!!!

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Teacher run through the mud - before trial!

The Canadian Press reported, on Friday December 2nd, 2011, a slightly disturbing story under the headline "Female teacher charged with sex assault involving elementary student" - wow, every boy's (and some girls') dream come true...

This is, indeed, a Canadian affair too...
Pun fully intended, aye, I confess...!

It took place in the province of B.C., British Columbia, capitaled by Vancouver and their sore loser citizens... This female teacher in Langley, B.C. has been charged with sexually assaulting an elementary school student - but it isn't as bad as it sounds right there (poor journalism could not pace itself and reveal the accused's age later on, while establishing a proper chronology of the events that unfolded - sad, really.) Because the journalist who wrote copy here goes straight ahead into mentioning that the accused is one "fifty-seven-year-old Deborah Ralph" accused of "one count of sexual assault and one of sexual interference in incidents police allege to have happened between December of 1998 and June of 2001."

Only then is it -finally- mentioned that "the RCMP say Ralph had been the victim’s teacher, but was not at the time of the alleged offences." Phew, CP - you painted a grim picture of a nearly-retired old teach that molests teenagers (half-consenting teens with twisted fantasies, probably, but let,s not go there, really) but then, at least, you reconfigure things a bit, just in time...! Wouldn't it have been easier to start off with "teacher faces charges for alleged incidents that allegedly took place more than twelve years ago" - HUH? Yahoo journalism...!)

Nevertheless, even if the last such alleged indiscretion took place ten years ago at least, when the teacher in question was therefore a still quite youthful 48 (lucky teenager, eh) - Deborah Ralph was promptly "removed from her teaching duties this past November 9th" which was a single day after her much delayed arrest...

And then yahoo journalism (which has got to be worse than yellow journalism, on every other day!) went ahead and published her name online, for everyone to demonize this woman who is, most probably, not even guilty of anything at all...!

Deborah Ralph had taught at James Kennedy Elementary School from September, 1987 until June, 2010 and at Langley Fundamental Elementary from September, 2010 until last month. In all that time, there were obviously never any suspicions that this woman could have some latent pedophilic tendencies...? Why believe the allegations now, when retirement is about to knock on the teacher's door, after so many years of faithful services?

Not only is the police (and the press) ready and more than willing to believe these allegations; they are eager to find out if there are more to be unearthed! Police are trying to determine if there are any other victims and are asking parents to come forward if they believe their child may also have been assaulted.

"Assaulted" - by a mild-mannered teacher with the unfortunate last name that she bears? Unless she's really mannish in some ways, I just don't see it... Then again, stranger things go on right under everyone's noses that will never be denounced, investigated, "determined" by those Clouseaus and other bozos...!

The true determination of guilt and innocence will only take place one time - on The Day; J-Day!
But that is another Story...


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And to end on a lighter note - this time - Arnold & Paul commentaries on Total Recall...!

Most surprisingly of all, Arnold does have total recall of what he was thinking, feeling and experiencing when he shot Total Recall years ago...! Amazing... The Neanderthal has a brain after all...

When you think about it, this movie could have starred any number of true thespians - and it would have been a totally different film in the end! I am not sure how long it took to go into production, but quite possibly Charlton Heston could have done it (hey; he did Omega Man Soylent Green and POTA - he could have made Total Recall!) or guys like Paul Newman, perhaps, or Kirk Douglas. A plethora of lesser names could have done it, too, and it would have been better for it as well!

For Total Recall is the movie whose script laid on the shelves for YEARS, collecting dust, until it FINALLY got the nod of approval and went into production! Thus, it could have been assigned to a large number of directors, theoretically, before Paul Verhoeven came over from the Netherlands, hot on the heels of a few innovative flicks there - innovative for their violence and smut factor, need it be precised here?

(Let's pause now and admonish Blogger again: for it underlines words that are in my vocabulary and not in his, inferring these words to be incorrectly spelled by moi - simply infuriating. See now: it just did it AGAIN! I had to substitute the verb "admonish" to the verb that I wanted to use ("invectivate") because the Blogger Booger quite simply doesn't know it!!! Heck, Blogger even underlined "Soylent"...!!! Originally, though - and the reason for this pause, at first - Blogger had underlined "precised" in red: so, if it needs precisions for that one, too, here is a quote from a far more reliable source than he is himself...

Austin's work on avant gershwin pulls off the feat of sounding like a veteran who just came on the scene--incredibly polished and precised, but still excited at the possibilities waiting around the corner.The verb invectivate will have quite the future in the 21st Century - because I plan to use it extremely, ah, vigorously if you get what I am screaming... in writ! And, in closing - I don't need your spell-checking services, Blogger!!! Thank you. But no thanks!)

Et maintenant - de retour à nos moutons;
and now back to our regular programming!

Thus, years later (is it the 25th anniversary, already? Has to be....) and especially since they are projecting a remake of it already (creativity-bankrupt Hollywood cannot come up with anything, anymore, so they will keep on ransacking everywhere else for potential movies to make, possible millions to rake in! That includes more comic-bookies adaptations that were ever conceivable before; remakes galore; all those umpteenth unnecessary sequels; greenlightings of the most lurid ideas, for so-called originality or vanity's sake really; adaptations of old material twisted all out of shape through a wretched and warped view of what modernization should be... But we digress right now - big time!) so, in the light of all this, why not try and push a so-called "collectors edition" of the first film, with director and lead actor commentary, at this most money-wise of times...!

Some have likened the endeavour of putting Verhoeven and Schwarzenegger together in a sound booth to review, scene by scene, their movie together, to be an instant comedy goldmine - and that is hardly disputable by the evidence right here:



Schwarzenegger is, basically, quite the big goof - how did this guy ever get elected Governator is beyond me. Sure, for some unstable minds out there, "larger than life" is the description that supersedes "big goof" when it comes to describing Ah-nold: but come on, face the evidence! Just the guy's laugh makes you cringe - and it is not in intimidation...!

Wish they had gotten Sharon Stone's commentary too: always wanted to know what she thought about that divorce scene there...

Or of her usage by Verhoeven in this and that other film too...!
But that is another story - a smutty story - not for this blog!

Paul & Ah-nold, though - you have to listen to it to believe it!
Hope they collaborate again - soon!
Maybe on "The Expendables: Armageddon" or something...?

;-)

Saturday, November 26, 2011

R.I.B. - I've got 2 words for ya... Ok, maybe three...

Too many annoyances out there - too much crap all over the place - to promptly attend to, really... And why bother dealing with any of it in depth either? Thus, we chose to adopt the expeditive and most efficient method, permanently: blast it all to pieces piece by piece, take no prisoners, spare no one! But doing so in a less painful way, with little doses at a time! Now don't get us wrong here: in doing so, we do not hope that it will be less painful for everyone involved - at all! Au contraire, we hope it will sting, stab, bite and burn even more furiously since none of these topics (with one glaring exception now and then, really - but, to be honest, there are so few of those it makes one want to cry, really...! But that is another story.) hence, none of these stories deserved or was dignified with a full post to call its own anywhere else on the TLB Prime Network - at blogging time, that is!

So here we go again...
MORE R.I.B. - RAMBLINGS IN BRIEF!

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Let's start with two words
BLACK FRIDAY.

Maybe three words will b more descriptive indeed, so here goes:
Black Friday Frenzy!

The appellation of "Black Friday" is such an odd choice for the "event" that marks, in effect, the beginning of the Holiday shopping season. Nudged in-between Thanksgiving and the entire Holiday Season month, this day is always infamous for allowing Americans to show their truly ugly side...

Anything given the adjective and color "Black" (with the possible exception of Black Label) is always adjusted so in a pejorative, negative and utterly disgraceful way it seems. Didn't we have a Black Tuesday this year - or was it Black Thursday, last year? Although with Black Friday, it was not the aim at all - it becomes so with each and every year, inexorably and irrevocably so...

For the unsightly side of American consumerism and its definition of "the most wonderful time of the year" was once again evident this year - people were shot in the parking lots of cheap bon marché discount chain stores, because they got the goods on sale at such an incredible price that they made others envious enough to pull out a gun and steal the aforementioned goods from them!

Man alive - I mean, Wal-Mart, Target an K-Mart: these places have merchandise that I would not even want if they were GIVEN AWAY FOR FREE...! And yet, some Ugly Americans are willing to shoot their fellow Americans DEAD (the first faithful customer shot in a parking lot, a man from California, is in critical condition at blogging time) in order to get their hands on said merchandise CRAP.

UNBELIEVABLE.

They even shot a woman outside a Wal-Mart in South Carolina - the robbery attempt was less successful there: she was only superficially wounded. (Which means that the creep or creeps waiting in the parking lot had poor aim on top of their poor taste.)

There was a veritable shoot-out in a MALL in Fayetteville, North Carolina - the police reported several gunshots between shoppers there. Yikes! I can imagine the crazy scene: one shopper pulls out a gun first and says to another: "hand over that rice cooker, mister - hand it over NOW!" The swift reply: "hey, I paid the lowest price EVER for it and it is MINE!" and he promptly pulls out his own gun then! Shooting commences - the shop-til-you-drop (literally) crazies take refuge behind shopping carts and in the trench between cash one and two, respectively! Another customer seizes the opportunity amidst the prevalent chaos, grabs the rice cooker and runs away with it - they start shooting at him immediately (of course) but he is not acting alone: his buddies were waiting at cash four. And bullets abound.

SWEET GOD - THIS IS LIKE A SCENE FROM ANY ONE OF QUENTIN'S MOVIES HERE!!!
And the most frightening thing, the most terrible and terrifying thing indeed is that it is NOT A MOVIE - IT IS REAL!

What's next - a mob made up of grannies without enough dough going after the housewives and single mothers gangs after the latter have ransacked the supermarket on their weekly binge?

Now THAT will be bloody...


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In other black news this past week...
(And we're months removed from Black History Month - imagine that!)

Black Peter gets Sinterklaas' boot right on his, er, charcoal behind - and is OUT of the parade!
(Is this, by any chance, the Black Parade some young WHITE turks were singing about, not-too-long ago? No? Just asking...)

Black Peter, a character originating from the Dutch history books and embodying the fate of the bad kids, each and every year during the Holiday season festivities, does not cut it anymore in our P.C. era; despite some attempts at P.R. in the recent past making him out to be "no more, no less" than a Sinterklaas helper, life all the others... The fact is, he always stood out like a sore thumb...

In a sense, Black Peter suffered from the same basic handicap that has plagued the likes of Cleveland Indians' mascot, the Blackhawks of the NHL and the NFL's Pat Patriot - for his obvious resemblance with Paul Revere, of course. All are supposed to be bringing the masses together and bring some joy - but they often bring other feelings to the surface as well.

Originally named Zwarte Piet (back in the motherland, the Netherlands) the eventual Black Peter consisted of no more than blackface make-up worn by some local young turk who'd go without a job for the end of the year otherwise. This representation of the Black community reeks of silent film era shenanigans and vaudevillian tricks and it is deemed not only offensive but also absurd. It spreads onto the 21st Century racial stereotypes especially since the character was a dumb ruffian who beat children, spoke buffoonish Dutch and never rose to be more than a slave, for all his violent, abusive ways...! According to the Dutch tradition, Black Peter is responsible for carrying a book full of the names of naughty children, along with a rod and a sack to take the bad children away. He also scatters candy for children. - wow, Sinterklaas sure knows how to pick his helpers, in Dutchland! And they seemed to make quite a fine team too, over the years... For, since 1985, the Dutch Sinterklaas was always flanked by Black Peter as he made his way towards New Westminster Quay aboard a paddle wheeler boat (Oh my - we're talking archaic, indeed! I've got doodles and scrapbooks older than 1985 - but never mind that now! 1985 is ANCIENT! Organizers of this event are right: not only is "Black Peter" old and degrading - it is totally out of touch with MODERN SOCIETY! Ditch the dude already! Enough said...?) No more of that, it would seem...

The Dutch community is relieved - no more racism will be found marring the holiday spirit there! Sint Nicolaas is, at last, saintly again! The children can approach him again and play with him, sing with him, be gifted by him... There's always the risk, as with every other Santa, any given Holiday season, that the guy hired to don the suit might be a pedophile - but that is far less degrading than that Black Peter business, which was indeed a black eye on the entire organization - literally!

In other news, Black Lightning got the boot from the JLA too - they don't even want green in that outfit anymore (Green Arrow, Martian Manhunter) why would they want a guy with an afro who thinks he's a Mulato Zeus, eh?

And Black Canary is out of the Birds of Prey too - since that one made everyone chuckle the moment they stopped to just think about it for five small seconds... (A Canary - a Bird of Prey? How about inviting Tweety Bird to join the group too, then? Bwah-ha-ha.)

And no more Black Tom in the X-Men universe either - why, with all the oddball characters and weirdos with strange, queer, bizarre, all-around improbable and impossible mutations that there are there, why bother with a powerless svengali who can't do squat (but raise controversy, that is), HMM?

Oh, yeah -
Read more: http://www.vancouversun.com/life/Black+Peter+gets+boot+from+Sinterklaas+parade/5772196/story.html#ixzz1eqRbDdpf

Since, for the second straight time, as we copied and pasted but a passage from the source article onto here, the basic URL came with it (out of nowhere) along with the all-important message "read more:" - pointing at the source with an exclamation mark, really. Wow - with such tactics to protect what is theirs by right, one wonders how Vancouver lost the Stanley Cup in such one-sided fashion...?

Oh yeah - it wasn't theirs, at all. They and, most of all, their inane fanbase thought that it was theirs by right, but the Cup belonged to the better team that had had such a consistent and self-assured rise to the top in the past five years: the Boston Bruins. (And as I type this, I am wearing my Bruins jersey, yeah: my customized jersey, if I may precise! But that is another story, too...)

That URL pleading to go back to the original article dispensing merely the facts - minus any witty socio-politico-commentary as you get plenty of HERE - is really biting, burning or bruising my butt though: for it needn't be so insisting, you know? And so unsightly long either... Don't they know, those neanderthals or Canuck Cromagnon back there under the Vancouver Sun, that an hyperlink fits anywhere, unlike the URL of any given link especially one of their myriad articles to appear in their rag? Sheesh... And you hope to attract the readers' sympathy to your cause?

But let's just move on already...


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Well, speaking of which... And since it falls in, sits in well, with all this "black" business here...

My Boston Bruins customized jersey!

In order to purchase it, I did not follow any adage, old saying, legendary publicity the likes of "real men wear black" - because that is a total and utter lie!

Did Samson wear black?
Did Jesus?

Although I was tempted to go with the black one, for several reasons - the Boston Bruins, being the road team that night, would have, normally, worn their black road uniforms to defeat the Vancouver Canucks 4-0 and hoist the Stanley Cup - triggering the infamous riots and starting a summer-long party back in Boston; but all that is another story, of course!

The fact is, though, the Boston Bruins were wearing their WHITE uniforms on that championship, glorious night!

Now, white will get dirtier much faster than black - especially if you're bloodied or busy bloodying your opponent - we all know that! But, I am sure, it is an acceptable price to pay in order to look so damn GOOD!

The traditional 'Big Bad Bruins' image -and reputation of being nothing more than a bunch of goons or thugs on skates - comes emblemized with the black & gold colors. No other team has ever been so associated with violence than the Boston Bruins due to this - since the good guys usually wear white and the bad guys, black - it is a no-brainer for traditionalists.

But, you see nowadays, we are in the era of political correctness indeed.

Black is no longer associated with any of this hogwash - and neither should white, since it gets dirtier faster. (But that is another story here, once again, taking us where we don't want to be right now or ever! So we'll stop digressing already!)

I chose to have my customized jersey white - the HOME TEAM color.
The symbol of PURITY too - but not necessarily pertaining to the subject here or applicable to it in any way, really...!

I chose to have my own name on the back of it - not any player's name because I love the town, the team's history of hard-working, play fair collective bunch of guys - but I do not want to get attached to any potential mercenary-to-be who will sell his soul and play for the arch-nemesis (although that is extremely improbable here: I mean, the damn Habs are definitely not the money moguls that the damn Yanks are!) on the very first chance he gets to crack the bank...!

And I chose to have my year of birth as my number - what else?

Therefore I assure myself of two things:
no rival will ever get away with anything against me because the urge to use, misuse or abuse my name will overcome him the moment my team is pounding on his wretched team on any given day, in any given arena, sports bar, etc...

And secondly (and most importantly, in truth) - my luminous jersey (hey, it's white: it is luminous!) is indeed UNIQUE an there isn't any other like it IN THE WORLD.

Woooooooooo!
Go Bruins, Go!
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What a fine, positive ending
to such a b... er, dark ranting, eh...!

Friday, November 18, 2011

R.I.B. - Ramblings In Brief - Redux!

Too many annoyances out there - too much crap all over the place - to promptly attend to, really... And why bother dealing with any of it in depth either? Thus, we chose to adopt the expeditive and most efficient method, permanently: blast it all to pieces piece by piece, take no prisoners, spare no one! But doing so in a less painful way, with little doses at a time! Now don't get us wrong here: in doing so, we do not hope that it will be less painful for everyone involved - at all! Au contraire, we hope it will sting, stab, bite and burn even more furiously since none of these topics (with one glaring exception now and then, really - but, to be honest, there are so few of those it makes one want to cry, really...! But that is another story.) hence, none of these stories deserved or was dignified with a full post to call its own anywhere else on the TLB Prime Network - at blogging time, that is!

Hence, here we go again...

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So what's that latest genial tip that the fine folks from Flare have given us all now - what's that? "Don't wash your jeans - freeze them!" FREEZE? And they are serious too...

Denim retailers from Levi's to Gap want you to stop washing your jeans after every wear. Ultimately, the more you wash, the more water you waste and the more your denim will fade. To benefit the planet and your wallet, freeze your jeans instead. By slipping your pants into a plastic bag and tossing them in the freezer for a night or two, you can kill odour causing bacteria, preserve your worn-in fit, and maintain the colour so that they'll look brand new way longer. Plus, you will end up doing laundry less frequently. Time for a bigger freezer.

Watch Now: How to freeze your jeans by the Gap


Brought to you by... Yahoo! In collaboration with Flare and Shine. Just call them The Three Stooges of Modern Living already. But wait - Gap is involved too. Gap 1969! (Why did it have to be 1969 - sigh - why?) So I guess it really is the Four Marx Brothers of Odd Ideas here...!

But enough about this...

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There is this campaign going in good ol'Culbec - a whole campaign featuring all imaginable local "stars" in the most simple attire, dans le plus simple apanage therefore...!

The slogan used is "underneath, we are all the same" - and, as with everything else in Culbec that is meant to have a real impact, it is a bilingual campaign of course, one that states that "en dessous, on est tous pareils" for their local rabble to be reminded of that...

Centraide is behind this massive injection of porn into the collective - porn for a good cause, sure, but porn it still is...! I mean, look at the facts: here (and there's even more here!)

As they call it, mostly to sound vain and self-grandiloquent, "le Grand Montréal" (meaning, in truth, just the greater area of that vastly polluted oversized township floating on a utterly polluted body of water no longer fit to be called a "river") calls the population to give, give generously, to all the needy, all the poor that there are in the area... And so, just to stir everyone into donate large sums of cash asap, they went out and gained the participation of a whole bunch of second-rate "stars" (they may be top notch in Culbec - but that only means second banana material everywhere else) to donate their time and sacrifice their dignity by shedding their clothes for this... One supposes that is all they donated, since there is no evidence of anything else, and that it wasn't hard at all for the majority of them to get butt naked in the public eye since several of them do so routinely already...! But that is another story or another bunch of sordid stories...

It doesn't get much more sordid than this though: look at this particular shot right here:


These are two sisters there: Mitsou, Culbec's own version of Mad-Onna (lest it is Cicciolina) turned magazine editor an TV hostess, with her troubled young sibling, Abeille Gélinas, lamented forer VJ at MusiquePoche, er, MusiquePluche, er, voyons, MusiquePlus yeah - the township's cheap version of MTV. Both sisters are butt naked here, in a togetherness evocative of the time when those twins were doing Hammer films together in the 70s or the time when Shannon Tweed brought her younger sis along for a Playboy photoshoot in the early 90s... Or how about the time Penelope Cruz made out with her own sister in a video directed by their brother - just to help out the kid bro gain some instant notoriety? All good causes right there, right? Only such things could bring two sisters so close...!

In other shots - the bereaved Joannie Rochette loks just sad enough on her pic - she takes after Sylvie Fréchette in a tradition of Olympic athletes hailing from Culbec that compete no matter what tragedy befalls them... But Syivie never disrobed so soon after - or ever, in fact - after the fact!

The whole local band called Simple Plan took everything off for this campaign, too - talk about standing united! Did they ever see their inspiration, the great U.K. outfit Simple Minds, do anything like this, though? Granted, some of the Simple Minds band members didn't live long enough to see such an, er, opportunity come their way... The surviving ones, and the replacements, were much too British, I guess: no sex please, we're British - right? Right...

Absent from this campaign -and, as they would say, brillant, incandescent, resplendissant par leur absence- are several punks whose style, demeanor, candor an all-around "punkiness" truly made this sort of thing quite simply perfect for them! So, why did they not participate? Why were they not invited to take part in this nakedfest for a gooder-than-good cause?!? We are thinking, most specifically here, of loudmouth Guy A. Lepage, so-called comedian Mike Ward and several politicians maybe...? (Anyone who ever wondered what Pauline Marois looks like unclothed raise your hand - HAND I said!)

Sure, the sight of these punks with no clothes on would have been quite traumatic - and people would have developed an aversion toward Centraide rather than the opposite beneficial effect so desperately sought here...!

But then again - maybe it would have spurred on the masses to give loads of money - just in the hopes that they retire those shots from the myriad places that they have been assailing every innocent pair of eyes: in the subway, on the sides of buses, on several billboards across town...

No wonder Hugh Hefner is in trouble these days - he no longer has the monopoly on smuttiness... I mean, "tasteful nudity", right...


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Speaking of GUY A...

Recently there were rumours that he, his old cohorts from that wretched RBO clique and their former manager too, would all be getting to be the recipients of some sort of honorific emblem from their government - a medal or something...!

That boggles the mind - mais passons...

Guy A Lepage has had such a mean streak come out of him at all levels since he started manifesting himself to the masses: you wouldn't believe... If you think I'm mean, sometimes, what will you think of this guy -Guy- then? Let's look at a few highlights here...

On the radio, where RBO started out, anything was fair game. He would mercilessly make fun of everyone and anyone, as any true comedian would do, right? One of his favorite victims was Belgazou. Belgazou was the stage name (ou nom d'artiste) of some local singer who registered a string of hits while RBO were still trying to make a (nasty) reputation for themselves. Talk About It, "L'Accélérateur" and "Quitter Ton Île" were such songs that made Belgazou, née Diane Guérin, the Culbec precursor of Ke$ha, if you will... RBO, led by Guy A, could not stop making fun of Guérin's chosen nom d'artiste - they thought "Belgazou" just sounded so goofy that they couldn't let up mocking it!

Soon enough, Belgazou's career was over.

On the 10th anniversary of the now deemed to be a "phenomenon" RBO (which stands for Rock et Belles Oreilles - more than evidently based upon the French name of one Huckleberry Hound which was "Roquet Belles Oreilles" - now isn't THAT goofy, eh?) we saw Diane Guérin come out with a bouquet of all things (not a stink bomb) for Guy A... No hard feelings - good.

Guy A went on to do some TV with his RBO gang, a period of time during which they spoofed everything, everyone and did so mercilessly as without one iota of discrimination either. Guy A shone through mostly with his portrayal of the amalgamatuon of a generic super-hero type (say, Superman) and the Lord of lords Himself, Jesus-Christ. Once again, the simplest name was given to the concept: "Super-Jésus". I won't link that up here: if you want to peek at it, you look for it on YouTube or somewhere else...!

Also during that period, near the end of it really, the group was given the momentous task to helm the year-end special mimicking the SRC Bye Bye tradition: they would, ironically, do some Bye Bye shows of their own in later years. But that particular one, the first such experience of the kind for them, was done for the defunct network TQS - is it any wonder it is a defunct network now? In it, the group had the brilliant idea to spoof the separatist Parti Québécois and Bloc Québécois into a nazi-type of oppression that had politician Lucien Bouchard rethink his political aspirations, career and heck, even agenda!

No one, absolutely no one thought it was funny. In poor taste, yes - extreme poor taste - that was unanimous. But funny? Not a chance.

Perhaps due to their lack of funny bone, the band disbanded. RBO is indeed gifted but only for biting satire and that can be done by anyone - even Ann Coulter. They are not endowed with genuine funny bones, in the sense that Jerry Lewis gave to the expression. One of them went on to do some commercials, being some sort of Jon Lovitz or Leslie Nielsen of Culbec. Another went on to direct - given that chance by his connections. Another still went right back to radio. Guy A went on to try and be the Jay Leno of Culbec television. And he was given that chance by nothing less than the SRC, la Société Radio-Canada, clearly desperate to reconnect with the people and stop being perceived as an elitist. The SRC homegrown talent (Patrice L'Écuyer - that's it) was given a talk-show of his own once upon a time - but it simply failed to attract any viewership. Guy A, through his sheer controversial style, does manage so much, at least. Guy A chose an openly gay co-host, in order to be deemed to be "a good guy after all". And he accepts, unlike two former members, to reunite periodically with his former cohorts of RBO for joint projects, giving a chance to the other three guys to make some extra cash, as they were not so fortunate to land what Guy A landed, somehow...

On that show that he has on the SRC (only once a week, every Sunday night to boot - that is the closest that he can get to be the Culbec version of Jay Leno - and he needs a lead-in show featuring a CGI host that used to be a puppet: Gérard D. Laflaque) Guy A has shown himself to be less than a good guy though. And, on occasion, he even shows himself to be quite the jerk. Even foreign guests have noticed that: one notable, hailing from France, stated after his experience on the show that he now understood what the "A" stood for... Guy A once invited former singing star Chantal Pary, expressly to embarrass her with questions about her remarriage with a much younger, obviously gay, chubby, would-be singing star guy... Also on his agenda were questions about the time she got caught shoplifting. Had she not been caught giving in to her compulsive kleptomania, she would not have been invited to the show. What does Guy A care about former stars and what they may be doing now, if it isn't good enough to embarrass in front of his viewers? Said viewerbase is diminished every Sunday though, as the rival TVA chose Sunday to have broadcast their reality-TV crap called "Occupation Double" - and, this time, they burst their budget and went out to Europe, setting up their contestants in Portugal (which is paradise, weather-wise, compared to Culbec and Canada overall...) helping out a country in economical turmoil by the same token - not that Portugal really needs that kind of help... But that is another story.

Guy A likes to humiliate, basically - it is in his nature, no matter what he tries to say or do.

And it was never more evident than when he made a statement during his acceptance of that medal he got - whatever it was.

Fact is, whatever it may be, it does come from the government of Culbec - and so, it champions the use of the French language (le joual, really - but that is another story too) and Guy A felt like showing off a bit then...

Guy A claimed that he was appalled by any commerce that did not serve its clients in French. And he further stated that every single time he went into some business establishment and the personnel there approached him in English, he just turned tail and left. Not only that, he would then pull out his cell phone and rat on them to the august Office de la Protection de la Langue Française...!

Guy A - don't you realize that by revealing these details (if any of it is true, of course - and I am sure that the part where he gets approached in English is) you are in fact revealing, all at once, how execrable and lacking in notoriety you really are, in truth? Because, if you rat on them every time, you are like the nazi of service - YOU! Not Bouchard, not anyone else of the PQ or, coincidentally alos near-defunct BQ now...

And if they approach you in English, then it implies that they don't have any clue whatsoever who in blue blazes you are.

Now that is the honor that you truly deserve, Guy A.

And I tell you so here - IN ENGLISH.

;-)

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