I'm SomeGuy, 29 years old, residing in Vancouver, BC, Canada. I've studied English Literature, Chinese Martial Arts, and am currently pursuing careers in writing - possibly even in the anime industry itself.
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And you should be watching Beck: Mongolian Chop Squad.
Or watching Ranma 1/2.
Or learning about the Shinsengumi.
Or planning to visit Vancouver, The Best Place On Earth (actual marketing motto).
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So I read hilarious news in the paper at work today. Apparently yesterday an Indian man walked onto the mass transit train in Vancouver, shouting irrationally and - get this - unsheathing and waving around a sword.
A sword!
Well, after freaking the living hell out of who knows how many people, police finally caught up to him in downtown Vancouver where a standoff occurred, traffic was shut down, and after half an hour in the afternoon the police eventually tackle the guy after arwen guns and tasers prove ineffective.
Seriously! A freakin' sword!
So I'm laughing about it at work rest of the afternoon, talking to other people about, constantly telling people I wanted to know what kind of sword it was (it's a very me thing to think, y'know?). Friend said it looked like sort of a traditional Indian sword or something. Fair enough . . .
. . . then I get home after work and my dad calls me after we played a little phone tag today. He asks me, "hey, did you hear about the news with your brother yesterday?"
"Wait..." I said, "... you mean the guy with the sword?"
"Yeah! He sent me some videos... here, let me forward them to you..."
Well it turned out my brother linked me the pictures and videos as well. And now, I shall link you as well:
Further, here's some additional video of the day. Specifically, the asian-type fellow holding the arwen gun (with the somewhat stupid mohawk-type hair) at 0:09, 0:20, and 1:05 . . .
The Canucks have FINALLY won the playoff series against the Blackhawks. It only took overtime in game 7 after going into game 4 with a three win lead.
Idiots. See, this is why it's so hard to be a Canucks fan. When they're good, they're great . . . then they let you down hard like an anvil suspended by a lead balloon caught in the planet Jupiter's gravity.
So seriously. About goddamn time, Vancouver.
So I shall celebrate with a giant 1 liter can of Asahi that I bought in Seattle.
Seriously, Uwajimaya is the greatest store ever.
Anyway, I'll start writing up those con reports maybe tonight.
I went downtown after the hockey game to take some pictures and just walk around where people are celebrating. Watched most of the closing ceremonies at CTV's little video stand, too. Saw lots of crazy stuff, smelled a lot of BO, cigarettes, and more weed than I would have preferred.
Goddamnit, Vancouver . . .
But yeah. Hell of an Olympics. I think we're gonna be glowing from this one for a while.
First off, respect for Georgia - my thoughts go to their lost team member. If anyone's interested, I had to look this up after I heard about what happened:
Alright, opening ceremonies impressed me. Despite the epic HYDRAULICS FAIL, the show went amazingly well. I gotta say, I'm amazed that Vancouver could pull it off so well. From everything I had seen up until now, Vancouver has always seemed like such a welfare venue where we were always over budget and running late. The spoken word was probably one of the most inspirational things ever. k.d. lang knocked one out of the park with the "sad Hallelujah song" (as Kei put it). The fiddlers and step dancers were hardcore. Donald Sutherland narrated. The anthem included the badass French lyrics that included the bits about "taking up the sword and the cross". Mr. Freaking Man In Motion Rick Hanson wheeled the flame into BC Place.
And then Wayne lit the cauldron. And the Canadians in the chatroom peed a little.
Yeah, it's official: I've got my Olympic boner. I'm ready for this.
Also, I totally bought Olympic mittens. They're quite warm.
