jamesq | Weekend Update

I'm still suffering, ever so slightly, of the cold I caught Tuesday night. It hasn't stopped me from having a good time this weekend, not has it stopped me from having to shovel the walks on friday, Saturday AND Sunday.

Friday was a day off and I woke up at the crack of noon. I had exactly enough energy to do archery and I did. Note that I did not have enough energy to go to archery (it would have been a two hour transit in the snow if I hadn't convinced Gareth to go). I shot OK, but I want more. I feel like I'm on the cusp of jump in my archery ability. It's like I have a whole box full of new tools, but I haven't really figured out how to use them all together. I can't wait for next friday so I can try to put it all together again.

While at archery, Anise invite

garething and I to an evening of board games at her house. I was up for that so that is what we did on Saturday night. We brought Brian and Bruce along too and we had a blast.

First of course was the fact that I got the chance to play trivial pursuit, twice! Not I don't get to play it that often because nobody will play with me. I think there are two reasons for this:

1) I always win.
2) I gloat.

It's the one time I can really let my useless-trivia-filled head go and I take full advantage of being a stinking know it all.

The second game was close however, due to the fact that Meg Tilley is not Jennifer Tilley.

We played cheapass games and I managed to crack up Anise with the joke that i'm going to go to hell for:

Q: What does the Roman Catholic Church call its new low fat, low calorie, communion wafer?
A: I Can't Believe it's Not Jesus.

Badump-bump.

Today I went to Chinook Center and watched The Aviator with my old friend Colleen. It was a really good movie. Every single actor did a fantastic job. Scorsese directed the hell out of this movie. I consider it a sign that the world is inherently perverse that Eminem has more Academy Awards than this man. Pay particular attention to the cinematography - colours change to match the filmmaking techniques of that year, and the aerial photography is some of the best I've ever scene.

It is pretty punk though, as any biopic of Howard Hughes must be. Money can't buy happiness, and that was never more apparent than with HH. Modern psychotherapy is what the man desperately needed and could not get. Imagine what he could have accomplished in an alternate world where he was partnered with a strong woman who could keep him from descending into his personal madness.

Or maybe he just needed treatment for syphilis.

Afterwards, Colleen and I went to the Mongolie grill for dinner and caught up on old times (it's been over a year since I last saw her). Hopefully it will be less time until I see her again - my Oscar party is in a few weeks and she said she'd show up.