Still relishing in "Gord sweat"

I did it! Not only did I accomplish the seemingly impossible task of snagging tickets to one of the greatly anticipated Tragically Hip shows at the Commodore, but
I stealthy slithered my way up... waaaaay, way up to front and centre!
There he was, Gord in all of his glory, performing is his usual
theatrical style: merging mime actions, interpretive dancing and, well,
just plain old rockin' out -- Gord was in fine form.

In typical Gordon Downie fashion, what Trag show would be complete without
an impromptu Gord rant! This time, he decided his tangent would go off on
polar bears, when he subsequently pretended to be one on stage.
The energy in the room was electric, and it was hard to gauge who was
having the most fun: the crowd or the band.

The Tragically Hip have become a Canadian institution.
When I think of Canada, I think of hockey, back bacon, maple syrup and Trag.
Right now I am beaming! Fully exuding patriotism and my head is still in the clouds from such a "hiptacular" evening!
(Single tear rolls down my face)

The boys are outta jail and on the big screen

Last night I had a date with Ricky, Julian, Bubs and the rest of the gang down at Sunnyvale Trailer Park. The movie is truly a quintessential piece of Canadiana: Not only does the soundtrack primarily feature the Tragically Hip, but Gord Downie himself makes a hilarious cameo appearance.

Jim Lahey was in fine form. In fact, he stole the show on a number of occasions. In addition to his usual sh*t tirades, he stumbles about more inebriated than ever on a relentless drinking binge, garnering plenty of enthusiastic applause from the theatre audience.

However, some key characters including J-Roc and Phil had insignificant screen time, "y'know what I'm sayin'?" And I also felt the excessive T 'n' A took away from the characters. But, good to see the original integrity of the show remained entact overall, complete with plenty of talk about growin' dope, sellin' dope, and smokin' dope, in true trailer park style. The show was definitely worth every loonie and toonie.

Hi, my name's Holly, and I'm kind of a big deal you know

Last night, I had the unique opportunity of attending an event hosted at the US Consul General's home. As I mingled amongst the upper echelon of society in a swanky, regal setting, I almost forgot I was a mere pleb.

I'll spare everyone from shameless namedropping, but the guests included a veritable who's who of Vancouver's elite. The evening unfolded without a hitch, and my photography will even be featured on the US Embassy's website! Clearly I am an integral component of cultivating US/Canada relations.

The Holinator schmoozes with U.S. Consul General Lewis Lukens

Mother Nature's Stairmaster: OWNED

In yet another instance of me perpetuating a Vancouver stereotype, I've been hauling myself up Grouse on a weekly basis over summer. I might as well throw all modesty out the window here,
because another glory grab is in order.

Despite the wave of fatigue over me due to mild hangover, I summitted the Grind in 49 minutes, 35 seconds. It wasn't pretty. In fact, after a series of dry heaves at the top, I'm pretty sure I was dangerously close to cardiac arrest. But, being the impossibly obstinate woman I am, I jogged up the last quarter, watching the passersby mouths agape probably wondering "is this chick insane?"

In any case, I would like to dedicate this posting to the following artists and their respective songs. Without these tunes plugged into my MP3 player, I'd be lucky if i even made it up the mountain in less than an hour.

1.) FAITH NO MORE: Gentle art of making enemies
2.) DAVE MATTHEWS BAND: Two step
3.) GREEN DAY: Holiday
4.) METALLICA: Master of Puppets
5.) MOBY: Extreme Ways
6.) PEARL JAM: Porch
7.) BEASTIE BOYS: Ch-Ch-Check it Out
8.) SURVIVOR: Eye of the Tiger
9.) NELLY FURTADO: Promiscuous Girl
10.) TERRY BUSH: Theme song for "The Littlest Hobo"

Clinton Rips Fox on Bin Laden

GO, BILL, GO! This is AWESOME. He is pissed and he goes off! You tell 'em Billy Boy! Those Fox bastards! I would pay good money to see Clinton slap Rupert Murdoch.

CAUTION: MEDIA- Do not swallow

Here's a great joke about media censorship. It's funny, yet sadly reflective of the endangered nature of impartial, objective reporting...

George Bush goes to a primary school for a photo op on his new education reform bill. When it’s over he asks the students if they have any questions.
One boy puts up his hand and George asks him what his name is.
"Billy."
"And what is your question, Billy?"

”First, why did the U.S. invade Iraq without UN support? Second, why are you President when Al Gore got more votes? And third, whatever happened to Osama Bin Laden?"
Just then the bell rings for recess. George Bush tells the students that they will continue after recess.

When they resume George says, "OK, where were we? Oh that's right - question time. Who has a question?"

Another little boy puts up his hand. George points him out and asks him what his name is.
"Steve."

"And what is your question, Steve?"

"First, why did the U.S. invade Iraq without the support of the UN? Second, why are you President when Al Gore got more votes? Third, whatever happened to Osama Bin Laden? And fourth, where the hell is Billy?"

The Making of David Hasselhoff's "Jump In My Car"

Following a barrage of enthusiastic comments to Hoff's "Jump in my Car" masterpiece, here's a compelling follow-up to my last Hoff posting. It's the actual making of this awe-inspiring music video! (Hey, at least for you fellas there's a bunch of hot girls in it... and for the ladies? Well, need I explain? The Hoff drought is officially OVER!)