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Entries from June 1, 2010 - June 30, 2010

Sunday
Jun272010

Hell is Other People - Lost Dog

 

 

The other day, Fluffy Bear was driving home and saw a Pointer on the street a few blocks from our house.  There was no one near the dog and it had no leash or collar.  

He stopped his car and managed to get the dog over to him.  He got it to agree to get into the back of the car, but had to lift it in.

He asked people who were around, but no one knew the dog or where it lived.  He went to a vet nearby, and they scanned the dog for a microchip.  Nothing.  The vet didn't know the dog - it wasn't one of their patients.

He tried another vet in our area, but they didn't know the dog either.

The first vet told Fluffy Bear that the dog was at least in his teens, and looked in bad shape.  His teeth were rotting, his belly was distended and his nails were very long.  

There is no difference in the value (companionship, love, etc.) for a purebred vs. a rescue or a mutt, but it did seem strange that what looked like a purebred - an expensive puppy to buy - would be in this condition.  

The vet and Fluffy Bear assumed that the Pointer may have been on the street for some time.  

Because the dog moved slowly, Fluffy Bear didn't want to take it into our house with our dogs.  Our manic chocolate nutjobs would possibly cause the dog injury by trying to play with him.  So he left him in the car with food, water and open windows.

Fluffy Bear contacted me and we agreed that, if we hadn't heard from anyone by 5pm, he would have to take the lab to the Animal Shelter.  

In the meantime, I got to work:

 

  • I put ads on Craigslist, Petfinder and a local blog using a photo that Fluffy Bear had emailed me
  • I emailed two specialized rescue groups in our State that deal with purebred Pointers
  • I emailed friends and colleagues
  • I put messages on my Twitter and Facebook

 

Because the vet believed the dog may have been on the street a while, I wanted to make sure that the dog got a new home.  But, at the same time, I wanted to be sure to set expectations.  The dog needed some care, and that would take money.  So I wrote a second post on the blog explaining the dog's condition, but I also said that he had been very placid, friendly and patient.  He would make a good pet, I said, for someone who could give him some TLC.

Sadly, by 5pm we hadn't got any replies, so Fluffy Bear took the dog to pound.

It was very, very hard for him to do that.  I want to make that crystal clear.  It was awful for him, and it was upsetting to me when he picked me up from work and we discussed it.  

The next day, I got a voicemail from a local family who had seen my blog post.  They had been to the Animal Shelter and got their dog back, and the lady wanted to say thank you.  I gave her number to Fluffy Bear, because he was the one who really went through this, and I wanted him to get the thanks from the family.  

When I got home later, the dog's owner came to our door with her two kids.

She was gracious, and gave us a gift, which was very considerate.

It was all a very happy ending until the kids started to do that precocious thing where they are obviously repeating what they had overheard their parents say.

"You took our dog to the pound!"  the little girl whined at Fluffy Bear.

"Noooooo, Hoooooney," her mother whined back at her, "we're here to say Thaaaank yoooou."

"You took our dog to the pooooooooound!" she whined again.

 

Her mother shushed her away and she finally got that she should shut up.

Then it was the boy's turn.

"What do you want to say?" his mother prodded him.

 

He wriggled that way little boys do when they are being naughty, and launched his little volley at us.

"Thank you but no thank you for taking our dog to the pound!" he snapped, impishly.

 

If you know me at all, you know I don't much care for children, so I considered the combination of the smile plastered on my face and the fact that I didn't reply as proof that I am capable, when duty calls, of being utterly heroic.

I don't blame the children.  Children, like puppies, are innocents.  It's the parents that are the problem.

And there was proof of my theory later on.

First I checked my email, and there it was.  A thank you message from the mother, which included not one, not two, but THREE photographs.  The first was of the dog, pictured in it's bed, presumably once it had got back home again.  The second and third were Christmas pictures of the whole family, including the dog, as proof that he was an integral, and beloved part of the family.

Not enough to clean his teeth and have his nails clipped, though, I thought, wryly.

The final straw was when I went to delete the various ads and online posts.  

Once I got to the local blog, it became clear to me that the father had taken offence to my description of the dog's condition in my second post, where I was trying to make sure any potential family knew what they were getting into.  

His reply to my post went on and on about how much the family loved the dog, and that, when they had been to the Shelter to pick him up, they had "felt like felons."  I guess the shelter questioned them about the dog's condition and lack of identification.  And rightly so.

Also, because Fluffy Bear had found the dog two blocks from their house, I guess he thought that we shouldn't have picked his dog up in the first place.

He had titled his reply:

Loving family's dog "rescued" from front yard is now home.

 

I'm starting to wish we had kept the dog.

This whole thing is proof - as if I needed any more of it - that hell is other people.

 

To see more in the series Hell is Other People, click here.


Sunday
Jun272010

My week in tweets - 27 June 2010

 

 

 

  • Germany is the only surviving Old World team. Another indication that the economic dominance of Europe/US is over #worldcup
  • One key difference between English and US teams: the US NEVER gives up #worldcup
  • One good thing about no video reffing: football teaches you that life isn't fair #worldcup
  • Gotta admit, this #worldcup  has been very clean. Then again I haven't watched an Argentina game...
  • The English defence is laughable. #worldcup  This is turning into a depressing day
  • Another four letter word England need to learn: MARK #worldcup
  • Gerard and Lampard need to learn that four letter word. PASS #worldcup
  • Crowd booing the ref, and rightly so #worldcup
  • #FIFAsucks Its time for video reffing you bastards
  • This is bullshit. FIFA fuck with the ball and don't give us video refereeing. They better improve next #worldcup
  • In America the crazy weather makes you pray. In England it's the sport. #worldcup
  • NO! NO! NO! #worldcup  Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!
  • A little disturbing when the most attractive man on the England side is their Italian coach. We miss you, Becks. #worldcup
  • My TV just switched channels to Good Morning America from the football by itself. The gods are taking the piss #worldcup 
  • Love seeing Mick Jagger at the #worldcup . Nice to see a millionaire who does something cool with his money. Exactly what I'd do
  • Oh fuck-fuck fuckity FUCK! #worldcup
  • Your cereal smells good Mama http://tweetphoto.com/29480906
  • Less than 15 mins into German game & English commentator has made an oblique reference to WW2! #worldcup
  • England are basically playing in front of a home crowd. #worldcup
  • Goddamn I'm jonesing for a good British-Indian made Lamb Pathia
  • Sometimes it's hard to watch the #worldcup http://tweetphoto.com/29417319
  • Watching Green Zone. Reminded what a fucking waste of time and money & lives Iraq war is. To what degree root cause of recession, I wonder
  • FBear: "Granny Weatherwax has nothing on you." High praise, indeed
  • Seattle Pride tomorrow! Come on out and play!
  • Ag shame, USA. But good performance through the tournament. #worldcup 
  • USA!!!! USA!!!! USA!!!! #worldcup
  • COUCH POTATO: Just watched Black Dynamite. Sheer genius.
  • Just watched Book of Eli on Pay Per View. Denzel Washington owes me $6
  • Movie The Book of Eli belongs here: http://tweetphoto.com/28989073
  • Note to self: check the toilet paper situation before starting yo bizniz
  • Italy's out?!???!? Oh, merda! #worldcup
  • Whoever is in charge of the Port Elizabeth pitch needs to be fired. Whipped. Then fired. It's worse than my high school field #worldcup
  • #LieToMe quotes. Lightman's ex-wife to him as he stands in a jail cell: "You know, a room like this could've saved our marriage!"
  • #LieToMe quotes "Seems there's a lot of chemistry between you & your ex-wife."  
  • Bafana bafana!!!!!!!!! Don't advance but beat France!!! #worldcup
  • Correction: it's a place in Ireland giving out free pizza whenever France concedes a goal. Revenge for the hand ball in last #worldcup
  • There's a pizza co in South Africa giving away free pizza everytime France scores a goal. Ha ha! #worldcup
  • Mama? WTF? http://tweetphoto.com/28495175
  • I gotta bunny! http://tweetphoto.com/28494872
  • #Goodguys quotes: "This guy can't go to jail! Look at his face! It's got Be My Wife written all over it!"
  • #Goodguys quotes: "Your daughter's dating a drummer? That's disgusting."
  • #Goodguys quotes: "Women are like kittens. They just want to be taken care of."
  • #Goodguys quotes: "There are some smells you can't unsmell." 
  • Ham on #SavingGrace to his pregnant Captain: "Maybe donuts aren't such a great idea." Men, NOTE: This is very, very stupid
  • After the NKorea Portugal game, I hope the poor NKorean goalie doesn't get sent to a work camp

 

 

 

Monday
Jun212010

[ICYMI] Being a Doggy Mama - Funny Moments with Puppy Dog 1

In case you missed it...
This is a repost.  This was originally posted Saturday, April 25, 2009 at 10:29PM.  But the thing with blogs is, new people find them all the time, and who the hell has the time to search through all the crap I've written in the past?  So, now and then, I'm gonna regurgitate some of it for you.

 

Funny moments with Puppy Dog



  1. You fart audibly while standing next to him. He looks up at you, puzzled, then steps back behind you and sniffs your butt.



  2. You carry your dinner from the kitchen to the lounge. He follows you, nose in the air, sniffing like a cartoon character savouring a wafting yellow or pink colored smell in the air



  3. He walks round and round on his cushion, paws it a few times, then plonks himself down



  4. His head pops up from behind the coffee table if he hears a squeaking noise on the TV



  5. He gets up from his lounge cushion at 11pm, walks across the dining room, claws clicking on the wooden floor, looks back at us - still watching TV - resentfully, and pads off to the bedroom. It's obviously bedtime, and we are late!

 

To read more in the Being a Doggy Mama series, click here.


Sunday
Jun202010

Did I say that out loud? - Bar Brawl

 

 

We were watching the World Cup at a British pub.  People were going out the back Emergency Exit to have cigarettes, and were propping the door open with a block of wood.  Being an emergency exit, it locked automatically and you couldn't get in from outside.

I saw a Server go up to the door and close it because, obviously, it's against fire rules to prop an Emergency Exit open, and the pub could get into trouble.

Then I get a call on my cellphone.  It's far too noisy to take it in the pub, so I head outside.

Now, here's the thing with those doors that close automatically.  If you close them veeeeeeery gently, they don't actually click closed, but they look closed.  I went out and did my little trick with the door.

Then I see a guy outside on his cellphone.

"Did you just close the door?" he snaps at me.

"No," I said and, demonstrating my devastatingly brilliant trick, pull the door slightly to show that it is, indeed, open.

"This door closes automatically!" he snaps at me.  "We have to prop it open!  You see this block of wood here?  We need to prop it open with this block of wood!"

 

Just writing the dialog doesn't convey how patronizing his tone was.  

I ignored it, and let him prop open the door while I attended to my call.

Next thing, a male Server comes out.  He sees me first, and starts admonishing me for propping open the door.

I can play the submissive female to keep life simple when I have to, but I only have a certain amount of tolerance for it.

"Look," I said, "it wasn't me.  HE propped the door open.  And I just got shat on my HIM, and now I'm getting shat on by YOU and I can only stand to be shat on by one man a day!

 

By this time Mr-Prop-It-Open has come up to join the conversation.

"I didn't shit on you!" he protested.  "I was just trying to be safe."

 

The stupidity of him advocating safety as an excuse to break a fire rule wasn't lost on me, but I have learnt to make rapid calculations in my mind these days: 

How dumb is this person on a scale of 1-10?

How complicated is this issue to explain, on a scale of 1-10?

How much do I not give a shit to bother explaining this, on a scale of 1-10?

 

If the combined score is >15, I don't bother.  There's no ROI for my time and mental energy.

I didn't have a problem with the Server.  He was doing his job, and I had a chat with him afterwards to explain that I was not irritated with him.

But Guy No. 1 was getting on my tits.

I turned to him, to deliver my final, acid, soap-opera-worthy blow.  In my head, I could hear a movie soundtrack of violins.

I turned to the little shit and turned on my strongest, poshest English accent, and added a hint of spitting cobra:

 "I seem to have given you the wrong impression.  I.  Am.  Not.  STUPID."

 

I pranced off into the pub, as the violins screeched to a resounding crescendo.

And that, my dears, is how stupid alcohol makes you.

Tell your children.

 

 To see more in the Did I Say That Out Loud series, click here.

Tuesday
Jun152010

My week in tweets - 13 June 2010

 

 

Read from the bottom up... 

 

"You wanna really fuck somebody's life up, tell the truth about them." #Trueblood quotes

7:52 PM Jun 13th via TweetDeck

 

"I'm in no mood for lesbian weirdness tonight Pam!" #Trueblood quotes

7:43 PM Jun 13th via TweetDeck

 

"I need to see a lot less conscience and a lot more cohones and I need to see it pronto!" #Trueblood quotes

7:41 PM Jun 13th via TweetDeck

 

"I've finally seen fans come through my meet & greet line who are my height rather than coming up to my heel." Miley Cyrus on new image

6:52 PM Jun 13th via TweetDeck

 

Graham Norton on the last Big Brother on the UK: "Where will hideous no hopers go to become tragic has-beens now?"

6:39 PM Jun 13th via TweetDeck

 

Celebrities who get other people to run their Twitter, with post that talk about them in the 3rd person, are missing the point.

1:25 PM Jun 13th via TweetDeck

 

FBear & I currently laffin' our asses off at a movie where the hero takes a black cab from Heathrow to Stonehenge. At least $400

1:22 PM Jun 13th via TweetDeck

 

1:1 = A win for the USA. Sigh.

12:26 PM Jun 12th via TweetDeck

 

Just got shat on by the bar ownerfor yelling "Get up you diving bastard". Americans have NO idea how this works #worldcup

12:14 PM Jun 12th via TweetDeck

 

I think the ref had BP shares #worldcup

12:11 PM Jun 12th via TweetDeck

 

Well done US goalie... You bastard

11:41 AM Jun 12th via TweetDeck

 

Cappello is going to send his boyz round to Green's house

11:37 AM Jun 12th via TweetDeck

 

Green is dead. The press vultures are circling already #worldcup

11:19 AM Jun 12th via TweetDeck

 

EN-GER-LAAAAND!

10:33 AM Jun 12th via TweetDeck

 

We let her lick the lasagne dish last night and now Puppy Girl has a tiny vuvuzela up her bum

9:11 AM Jun 12th via TweetDeck

 

Businessman walking towards on the street just did huge loud burp. What does one say in these situations?

11:14 AM Jun 11th via TweetDeck

 

Colleague noisily clears throat. Me: You sick? Him: No, just getting ready to speak Yiddish.

10:19 AM Jun 11th via TweetDeck

 

My colleague: "1:1? That's like kissing your sister!" #worldcup

8:48 AM Jun 11th via TweetDeck

 

Life's little mysteries: How does dog hair get into my iPhone cover?

8:29 AM Jun 11th via TweetDeck

 

Oh boy oh boy. South African hospitals are going to be very busy in 9 months time

7:54 AM Jun 11th via TweetDeck

 

God must be deafened with all the praying #worldcup

7:47 AM Jun 11th via TweetDeck

 

Desmond Tutu looks hilarious in that hat #worldcup

7:44 AM Jun 11th via TweetDeck

 

Apprently my South African accent is getting stronger and stronger as the game progresses #worldcup

7:13 AM Jun 11th via TweetDeck

 

Dear Lord. Help me to change the things I can, accept the arrogant ignorance I can't and the wisdom to know the difference.

7:01 AM Jun 11th via TweetDeck

 

OK this lighter ball is fucking everything up #Worldcup

6:48 AM Jun 11th via TweetDeck

 

Why don't they have the option to appeal to video ref re Mexico goal? #Worldcup

6:44 AM Jun 11th via TweetDeck

 

BAFANA BAFANA!!!

6:39 AM Jun 11th via TweetDeck

 

These bullhorn thingies could get a bit annoying. #Worldcup

6:25 AM Jun 11th via TweetDeck

 

Aw COME ON Pienaar! You just gave that goal away!

6:23 AM Jun 11th via TweetDeck

 

I'm too old for pubs with loud music and yelled conversation

3:41 PM Jun 10th via TweetDeck

 

There is a World Cup fixtures chart up in my office. Hearing the ignorance of some if the comments is astounding

8:47 AM Jun 10th via TweetDeck

 

Whitman spent $71m on Gov race. English national election: electoral commission sets max £30K / constituency. USA excess revolting

9:21 PM Jun 9th via TweetDeck

 

Well so much for the anti-incumbent "wave". Only ONE incumbent lost in election. Pffffft.

9:03 PM Jun 9th via TweetDeck

 

Watching #Justified makes me appreciate my family.

6:39 PM Jun 9th via TweetDeck

 

Losing weight is great but when you're wearing a dress and your panties start falling down as you walk home... Not so much

5:47 PM Jun 9th via TweetDeck

 

There are far too many people on the bus. I must be running late. Sigh.

6:47 AM Jun 9th via TweetDeck

 

You know that girl in the bikini in the Carl's Jnr Teriaki Burger ad? What she consumed during filming is the only thing she ate that week

9:57 PM Jun 8th via TweetDeck

 

Jon Stewart on Job numbers: "New jobs! That's the 3rd best kind, after Hand and...."

9:40 PM Jun 8th via TweetDeck

 

Whoa! Obama's honeymoon with Jon Stewart is SO over!

9:39 PM Jun 8th via TweetDeck

 

FBear on growing up in the UK: "I played on oil soaked beaches all the time and I'm fine!" (too soon to joke?)

9:31 PM Jun 8th via TweetDeck

 

Man in Seattle gets his girlfriend to sign a contract saying he can abuse her. Asshole AND stoopid

9:21 PM Jun 8th via TweetDeck

 

It's going to be a long summer for the agents of the #Glee kids... Renegotiate!

9:17 PM Jun 8th via TweetDeck

 

FBear on #Glee: I wonder how many takes some of Will and Sue's scenes take.

9:14 PM Jun 8th via TweetDeck

 

#Glee: "I remain unmoved by your nattering of tripe platitudes to your ill shapen students that life can be improved by singing about it."

9:13 PM Jun 8th via TweetDeck

 

#Glee quotes: "Oh please! Brunettes have no place in show business!" Olivia Newton-John

9:00 PM Jun 8th via TweetDeck

 

FBear on the baby being brought to Quinn in #Glee: Thats not freshly hatched! That's been around the block!

8:57 PM Jun 8th via TweetDeck

 

FBear on Bohemian Rhapsody in #Glee: Nobody will ever do this as well as Wayne's World

8:52 PM Jun 8th via TweetDeck

 

The first Show Choir is called Oral Intensity. Bwah ha ha! #Glee

8:41 PM Jun 8th via TweetDeck

 

Yeah! Back to #Glee roots! "don't stop believing... Hold on to that feeling..."

8:34 PM Jun 8th via TweetDeck

 

"... I keep waiting to see racist Disney characters pop out and start singing about the Bayou!" #Glee

8:30 PM Jun 8th via TweetDeck

 

"I am having a hard time hearing what you're saying because your hair looks like a briar patch..." #Glee

8:29 PM Jun 8th via TweetDeck

 

Starting #Glee on the DVR... Get ready for tweets which are 25 mins behind!

8:27 PM Jun 8th via TweetDeck

 

Dear VH1: The next series of You're Cut Off better be with MEN

8:13 PM Jun 8th via TweetDeck

 

You're Cut Off Quotes: To be beautiful takes money.

8:10 PM Jun 8th via TweetDeck

 

You're Cut Off Quotes: My possessions mean everything to me. They're my life!

8:09 PM Jun 8th via TweetDeck

 

You're Cut Off Quotes: I don't believe in violence but I can slap a bitch if I have to

8:07 PM Jun 8th via TweetDeck

 

You're Cut Off Quotes: Cooking and cleaning is not stuff I do, because a Diva needs her soft hands

8:04 PM Jun 8th via TweetDeck

 

You're Cut Off Quotes: I'm used to popping bottles not boxed wine!

8:01 PM Jun 8th via TweetDeck

 

FBear on You're Cut Off: Boxed wine? They may be pushing these poor women too far!

8:00 PM Jun 8th via TweetDeck

 

FBear on You're Cut Off: Oh come on! This is way better than The OCD Project! These women have REAL problems!

7:59 PM Jun 8th via TweetDeck

 

So You're Cut Off is about little princesses who have to learn to be normal and work. So howcome there are no entitled MEN on this show?!?!

7:54 PM Jun 8th via TweetDeck

 

I have created a monster. Made FBear sit through reality TV and now he's making me watch You're Cut Off. Look it up. Heinous.

7:51 PM Jun 8th via TweetDeck

 

"Sounds to me like a quid pro no quo. I want my quo!" The Good Guys

9:09 PM Jun 7th via TweetDeck

 

"If anyone makes money off American cars it should be Americans. Made in America. Stolen in America. Chopped in America!" The Good Guys

9:07 PM Jun 7th via TweetDeck

 

"We used to celebrate a bust with oysters and beer! You never knew what was going to make you puke first!" The Good Guys

9:03 PM Jun 7th via TweetDeck

 

"I have heard tell 'if you love something set it free' then track it down." The Good Guys

8:51 PM Jun 7th via TweetDeck

 

"After she took your manhood where'd she put it, in a jar?" The Good Guys

8:45 PM Jun 7th via TweetDeck

 

Dear Tom Cruise: Please go ahead and ascend to your higher plane of existence so we don't have to see you in movies anymore

8:12 PM Jun 7th via TweetDeck

 

Elton playing at Rush's wedding was "punishment for duetting with M&M" Michael Musto on Countdown

5:01 PM Jun 7th via TweetDeck

 

Ridiculous plot points in Waterworld: there are no storms at sea

9:28 PM Jun 6th via TweetDeck

 

Ridiculous plot points in Waterworld: Moving a supertanker with oars

9:18 PM Jun 6th via TweetDeck

 

Ridiculous plot points in Waterworld: People have forgotten how to navigate by the stars

9:17 PM Jun 6th via TweetDeck

 

Watching Waterworld. The show at Universal Studios was fun but not sure about the movie

7:46 PM Jun 6th via TweetDeck

 

PIC - Dreamland - where bones are big and cats are slow http://www.ittybittycrazy.com/pics/

2:32 PM Jun 6th via web

 

He ain't heavy he ma bruvva http://tweetphoto.com/25957143

11:22 AM Jun 6th via TweetDeck

 

The face of hope http://tweetphoto.com/25955222

11:10 AM Jun 6th via TweetDeck

 

Do you know anyone with OCD? Tell them to watch the OCD project on VH1. Avail on website.

11:03 AM Jun 6th via TweetDeck

Monday
Jun142010

[ICYMI] Diary of an Ex-Employee

 

 

 

In case you missed it...

Did you miss my rantings when I was unemployed?

I went through all the stages of grief, a bit of relief, regained my self-belief, and enjoyed a wonderful summer.

Here's a taste:

 

So.... Maybe I need to stop over-thinking this and accept I just have a cold.
 
OK.  I can do that.
 
So I'm cooking up a brew.  There's fresh grated ginger and fresh squeezed organic lemon juice and a fresh cinnamon stick.  Unfortunately I forgot to get honey so I had to carve some crystallized New Zealand stuff out of an old jar, but let's not be too fussy.
 
It's all stewing in water on the stove and I am enjoying thinking "Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble" when I stir it.  I am not actually saying it out loud, because I still sound like the bastard child of Kathleen Turner and James Earl Jones.
To read more, start the series here...

 

Sunday
Jun132010

Couch Potato - So bad it's good: Shredder

 

 

Shredder (2003)

We like to watch bad movies.  Not just any bad movies.  Bad movies that are so bad they're good.

Last night we had an excellent candidate: Shredder.

 

[SPOILER ALERT!] 

 

Basic Plot 

Kimberly Van Arx invites a bunch of friends to go to a closed snow run with her to check it out.  Her daddy is apparently going to buy and develop the mountain.  On the way they meet hottie Christophe at a gas station and the girls invite him to join their little party.  They break into the old lodge on the ski slope and get ready to "shred" or snowboard.  

The story comes out that, many years before, three snow drunk snowboarders had freaked out a little girl on skis and she had crashed into a tree, and died.  Then other snowboarders - or possibly the same ones, I can't remember - killed the girl's mother in a car accident.  These were the child and wife of the current owner of the ski slope.  Suffice to say, snowboarders are not welcome in these parts, as evidenced by the "Death to snowboarders" sticker on the local snowplough.

One by one, of course, the snowboarders are killed, and make revolting discoveries, including the bodies of the first three snowboarders.  

It turns out that the other daughter of the ski run owner, now an adult, is killing everybody and two final survivors from our pack of shredders manage to kill her and live to tell the tale.

 

Why was this movie so good?

Well, first, for all you boys and gay girls out there, this movie has a LOT of boobies in it.  It has a lot of sex in it in general, so you'll definitely have something to keep your attention.

For the ladies and gay men, Christophe's nudity provides some titillation and, if you know me, you'll know that my personal brand of feminism advocates equal exploitation.  It's no use trying to get all of society to stop showing boobies, but at least give us some six packs and buns.  Women are as sexual as men and we like to see hot bods too.  Deal with it. 

Second, the murders are gruesome, and hilarious.  Well, maybe it's only me that finds a snow spike being jabbed through someone's heart funny.  But seriously, there are times you have to laugh, like when the girl hanging from her scarf from the ski lift bobs in the wind, going up and down the mountain, somehow unnoticed by the rest of them.

The final scene, where the killer gets shredded (do you GET the irony, do you?) by the snowplough, had me cackling for at least five minutes.  It's actually worth rewinding to see it again.

Third, the horror bits are the right kind of scary.  The director doesn't fall into the trap of formulaic horror.  You know something bad is coming, but there is still enough surprise to make you draw breath.  The first kill happens in the first two minutes, and it involves gushing arteries.  You know you're in for a good time.

There are also smaller scary elements which ensure that the tension level never disappears completely.  There's a flash of the killer passing by in the background, and you want to yell at the actor who's front of screen: "BEHIND YOU!"

Fourth, the movie has the five foundational elements right: 

  • A good story,
  • Natural sounding dialog,
  • Red herrings to keep you guessing who the killer is,
  • A decent pace and
  • Acting that's good enough to allow you to suspend disbelief

 

 

Why was this movie so bad?

Aaaaaaaaaall righty then!  Strap yourselves in, 'cos here I come!

Oh MY HOLY GOD this movie was sexist.  Against BOTH sexes.

Why?  The characters, that's why.

Let's start with the women.

 

Kimberly

When we first meet Kimberly Van Arx, she's in the shower washing her perfect blonde, straight hair, and then her perfect pink, slim body.  A shot of her clothes on the bed, waiting to be packed, shows us instantly that she is a total slag#.  I mean - LEOPARD PRINT bra and panties?  

Next we see her refusing to put out for Cole, and she treats him like a dog.  She's holding sex over him to get him to do her bidding.  Cut to a Jeep packed full of teenagers, because Kimberly has asked her friends along to what Cole thought would be a romantic weekend in the mountains.  Poor Cole.

Kimberly explains about her daddy going to buy the ski resort and develop it.  Clearly daddy's not short of a bob or two*.  So now we can think back to the leopard print and realize... she may have money, but she got no class.  

Ah, what we have here is The Rich Bitch.

She proves this by confessing to her friends in the gas station toilet that she isn't interested in Cole at all, and has invited a guy she is into, Chad, to meet them at the lodge.  So she leads boy one along to get him to drive her up the lodge, but she's invited another guy she's really into.  

Yeap, classy.

We never meet Chad.  Just his corpse.

During drinking games at the lodge, Kimberly one ups her cousin, Pike, who took off her bra without taking off her sweatshirt, by pulling her g-string off while fully dressed.

Kimberly and Holly shove themselves at the Sheriff when he stops by, getting rid of him by shoving their g-string and pink bra, respectively, at him when he comes by to try and arrest the kids who are trespassing at the lodge.

After Christophe, the hot blonde "foreigner" joins the group, and everyone has gone to bed, Kimberly waits for Cole to be asleep before jumping out her sleeping bag, stripping off her warm PJs, putting on a red (of course) satin babydoll and matching panties, and wandering around the lodge with an oil lamp trying to find the blonde bombshell so she can schtup him.  Sadly for her, Holly (we'll get to her), manages to bed Christophe first, and Kimberly stands in the doorway, watching them.  She laughs, accepting defeat and heads back to bed.

AS IF!

This part makes it abundantly clear that this script was written by men.  No woman would shrug it off with a laugh in that situation.  She might let it go, but she wouldn't laugh about it, unless she was planning to walk into the room and offer to join in.

Later Kimberly gets her moment with Christophe, where she assumes the kabab** position - being skewered - in a hot tub.  As Cole walks in on them, mid-orgasmic oohaah, she has the audacity to say that "this isn't what it looks like".  

See?  TOLD you this movie was funny!

Kimberly's final moments involve her being freaked out, sitting in the lodge with a poker as her weapon, shivering by the fire, and yet somehow still wearing only a ski jacket and her leopard print panties, which she got into after jumping out of the hot tub.  She is BACK IN THE LODGE, people!  Her clothes are upstairs!  She's cold!  

But, no.  She runs around the lodge, poker in hand, in her panties.  

Frankly, when she dies, it's a relief.

Illustrative dialog:

Holly (holding the video camera at Kimberly in the restroom:

"Kimberly!  Do a striptease for Cole!  Or are you still making him beg?

Kimberly (giggling):

"Oh, now why would I stop?  It's kinda nice having my own puppy."

And later...

As she lays dying, discovered by the distraught Cole, her last words are:

"I never... loved you."

 

Holly

The first time we see Holly she is sharing the front seat of the Jeep with Kimberly, in a very close way.  Being too dumb to put the lid on her coffee cup, she spills some on her white sweater, and yells for Cole to pull the car over.

As she jumps out of the car, at a public gas station, she pulls her sweater off and runs to the bathroom, long brown hair swaying behind her, in a little pink bra.  When she and the girls emerge, she is still holding the sweater in front of her and so she meets Christophe, who is standing outside, in her little pink bra.

Holly isn't hard to figure out.  She's the Stupid Slag.

For some inexplicable reason, she sits with a red sweater open as the group sits around drinking, later at the lodge, still showing her pink lace bra.

When bedtime comes, she tries to get it on with Pike, Kimberly's female cousin, with a classic line: "I'm not gay, I'm just horny!" 

Getting the brush off from Pike, she goes for Christophe like a heat seeking missile, wandering round the lodge, like Kimberly, urgently whispering his name, trying to find him.  It's a Slag-Off.  Which will find him first - blonde slag, or brunette slag?

Holly's overt slutty behavior makes Kimberly look like a nun.  In fact, I sat there thinking that the only way a young woman would behave like this is if she was sexually abused as a child and had her appropriateness radar all screwed up by that terrible experience. 

Illustrative dialog: 

Christophe (as they stand in the rain) :

"Oh, you are getting all wet!"

Holly:

"Can you tell?"

 

Pike

Pike is the odd girl out.  She's only there, it would seem, because she's Kimberly's cousin.  She's not nearly as pretty as Kimberly and Holly, she doesn't speak like a lady and... horror of horrors!... she has SHORT HAIR.

Of course, all the other kids think she's gay.

If she's not pretty, she must be the Brainy Girl.  

She snowboards, she breaks into the lodge with a credit card, she finds electricity, she fixes the wounded, she even fixes cars.  She's brave, resourceful and clever.

She is the first to figure out what's going on.

She fights two killer attacks and, as Fluffy Bear says: She has spunk!

Needless to say, she survives.

Illustrative dialog:

Pike, about to shoot the killer:

"Hey!  Shred this, Bitch!"

 

 

And now for the men...

 

Cole

Cole is The Good Guy.  

Handsome in a boy-next-door way, he lets himself by stepped on by Kimberly constantly.   He drives everyone up to the lodge in his car, he spends time breaking the chain lock to get onto the ski slope while everyone else slips through the gap and goes snowboarding and, later that day, he pays for supplies for the group.

He's not the sharpest pin in the pincushion, at first not believing Pike's theory about why they're getting killed (moron).  He is also shocked at finding Kimberly with Christophe, amazed that she would betray him, not realizing he's been used all along, which makes him a double moron.

Cole, of course, has a good heart, which makes up for him being a little dumb.  When the other guys are saying Pike is gay he defends her, telling them not to jump to conclusions.  

There is NO WAY this guy is getting laid in this movie.  

No.

He's going to fall in love. 

Once Cole realizes what's going on, he draws the killer out, taunting her, and generally shows that he has balls.  You can rely on Cole, you see, to do what's right.

Illustrative dialog:

Cole, ruefully, while paying for supplies for everyone:

"A weekend alone in the mountains... priceless.  For everything else, there's my credit card."

 

Skyler

Skyler is a virgin and a misogynist.  Funny how those two things go together.  If you can't get laid, it must be that women are bitches, right?  He calls them "chicks" and is a walking bag of testosterone.

He's also a total dork, constantly extolling the virtues of Kirk, a good snowboarder.  Skyler seems to be his one man fan club.

His behavior places him firmly at the bottom of the pack.

Skyler is The Dumbo Dork.

When Shelley, the daughter of the ski run owner, pays him some attention, he doesn't have any suspicions at all.  Minutes after they meet, she puts her hand into her ski suit to fondle her naked breasts.  Imagine if the situation were reversed and he tried to put her hand down his pants?

But, no.

To Skyler, all this means is "she's totally into me!" as he later tells his friends.

Basically, Skyler being killed is no loss to the gene pool.

Illustrative dialog:

Skyler, on seeing the trunk of the car:

"There is a flaw in your plan, Dude!  There's an immediate beer run required!"

Skyler, commenting on Shelley:

"She's mega-spankworthy!"

 

Christophe 

Christophe is "from Europe," which is the first clue to him being a total phony.  No one from a European country says they're from Europe.  They tell you exactly which country they're from.  The second clue is that his accent is all over the place.

Turns out he's a "good guy", coming back to the mountain to find out what happened to his three friends who were involved, all those years ago, in the death of the little girl.  It's hard to have any real sympathy for him, though because, instead of searching the lodge (he would've found the bodies in the basement if he'd just looked), he spends his time schtupping Kimberly and Holly. 

But you don't really mind, because he's hot, and he gets naked.

Christophe drinks with the group, shirtless, he lies in his sleeping bag with his guns and pecs out, he reveals his perfect ass as he gets into the hot tub.  

Christophe is Exotic Lover Boy and, to complete the picture of his "foreigness", he has a short, shadow beard framing his jaw and upper lip.  Because, you see, he's a leetle beet dunjerossssss.

Turns out he's Chris Ramos, from Fresno.

Illustrative dialog:

Pike, exiting from the ladies room to find Christophe hovering outside:

"Hello! Skirt on the door means it's the ladies room!"

Christophe:

"Een ma cawntree, men and women yooz da sem badroom."

And, later...

Christophe, trying to get Kimberly into the hot tub:

"Such exquisite beauty I have not zeen since Florrrrence, and Raphael's Venus."

 

Kirk

Kirk is a pro boarder, close to being a real player.  

Except he's a total Stoner Dude.

Every move he makes is slow and, unless he is actually snowboarding, there's always a beer or joint in his hand.  He never speaks in a complete sentence, just single words.

To complete the Stoner Dude picture, he has... wait for it... a beard and mustache.  And he has red hair.

You might think that Kirk being killed is a loss to the next US Olympic team but, frankly, you don't really care.

Illustrative dialog:

To the killer, as he dies:

"You. Karma. Baaaaaaad."

 

 

Fluffy Bear raises a good point in defense of the one dimensional characterization: "Are you actually meant to care about any them dying horribly?"

Only Cole and Pike are mildly sympathetic.  No surprise that they survive.

 

So, if you hire this movie, take it for what it is.  

Just have fun with it. 

 

 

# Slut

* Have a lot of money

** kabob

 

To read more in the Couch Potato series, click here.


Saturday
Jun052010

He Said She Said - Home Again Home Again Jiggety Jig

 

"Welcome home, Honey," she said.

"Thanks," he said, kissing her.  "It's good to be back."

"How was your flight?"

"Well they boarded the Gold customers but then went straight to general boarding so all the Silver level customers were really pissed off."

"Aw, Honey.  I know what a big difference these small perks make to your stress level when you do regular business travel.  I remember it well."

"I know.  It was so annoying!  Then I saw what I thought was a drag queen, and she turned out to be cabin crew!"

"No way!" she laughed.

"That whole collagen lip thing with the dark lip liner and the lighter lip gloss really doesn't work.  Someone needs to tell these women that."

"Agreed.  It's the female equivalent of the comb-over."

"But I ended up sitting next to some very interesting people.  He was the CEO of C_____ and he was there with his PR person.  I was in the middle seat of the Exit row."

"Oh, so you just plopped your ass right down between them in the middle of their conversation."

"Yup.  I just sat down, moved from side to side a little, stretched out my elbows and went 'AAAAAAH!' " he joked.

"So? Did anything come of the conversation?"

"I'm meeting with him on Tuesday!"

"Well done!"

"I know, I rock.  Rock around the clock!"  He laughed.

"Nice to hear you happy and giggling, Honey," she said, "but I'd rather hear you laughing all the way to the bank."

"It's coming, just give me time..."

"OK.  Well, in the meantime, you can cook dinner."

"Aw, come on!  I just got back from a very hard trip!"

"Hard?  HARD?  Three meetings?  Swanning about in LA with your Hollywood writing buddy?  That was about as hard as my flabby ass!"

"Actually your ass is getting quite hard..."

"Thank you, I've been working to get--- HEY!  Don't try and flatter me into letting you off the hook!"  You cook!"

"Damn," he said.  "So close..."

 

To read more in the He Said She Said series, click here.


Saturday
Jun052010

Etiquette for Grownups: Odd Girl Out 

 

 

Yesterday I watched three episodes of the Real Housewives of New York City.  

It's a tacky reality show which follows a bunch of rich women around and shoves them into social situations where they come into conflict with each other, all under the watchful eye of the camera.

Fundamentally, these women are not friends, and they live in a world with no financial worries, no daily work routine, where social standing takes on a massive significance.  

Their world is small, they move in the same circles.  It's a lot like high school.  And they behave exactly as if it is.

They talk behind each other's backs.  They fight.  They make up.  They're friends, then not friends, then friends again.  They form alliances, cliques, pair off as BFFs.  Temporarily.

And someone is always the Odd Girl Out.

Watching the shows last night got me thinking.

How do we, as independent adults, survive the social situations that manifest themselves just like they did in High School?

So, if you find yourself in a situation where you are the Odd Girl Out, here are some rules to help you: 

 

Rule 1:  Don't be fooled by the Goldfish Bowl.  

Sometimes we get that feeling that everyone is watching, everyone will hear about this, everyone will be talking about us.  

Bullshit.  

Everyone is busy, everyone has things to do and, most of all, everyone has their own inner crap to deal with.  

Stop worrying about being talked about.  Even if someone does decided to express their opinion about you, at most it will be a 20 minute conversation, and then they'll move on to talking about someone else.  

Fuck it.  

And fuck them.

 

Rule 2: When in doubt, shut the fuck up.

Even if you're feeling left out, hurt and angry, why start an argument and become unpleasant?  If you are at a dinner or lunch or cocktail party and the other women are all getting along famously and you're not part of the inner circle, just keep quiet.  

It doesn't matter.  

It will all be over in a matter of hours and you can go and hang out with your own friends next time.  

If you don't say anything you can't fuck anything up.  Be silent and smile and listen for a change.  You might learn something.

 

Rule 3: Go to a happy place.

Being nice and smiling when you are being treated badly is hard, I know.  So, in your head, go to a happy place.

Maybe it's somewhere where you once had an amazing beach holiday.  Maybe it's going back, in your mind, to your last spa massage.  Maybe it's bringing up a mental image of your child when he or she was still a baby, laughing and gurgling in your arms.

Maybe it's looking at the women around you and imagining them naked... wait... I haven't finished yet... in their 90s, droopy, wrinkled, looking like hags.  Play with this, like when you were a kid putting paper clothes on a cardboard shape of a woman, folding those little tags over the shoulders and waist to make the outfit stay on.  

Add gray, frizzy, wild hair.  

Choose accessories:  Walker?  Wheelchair?  Colostomy bag?

Now, how about some behavioral quirks?  Asthmatic wheezing breath?  Parkinson's shakes?  Dementia?

See?  No matter what is happening around you, you can have fun in your head.  

 

Rule 4: Don't let the bitches get you down. 

Ever.

 

So, now you know.