Friday, February 27, 2009

Winterlude2009 Ice sculptures

These sculptures suffered terribly in a big thaw. We dashed out as quick as we could to get pictures of them before they melted dead away. Above, the American entry, "The Spirit of Frost" Very detailed. The artist was cleaning it up as we watched, you can see his tools in the foreground if you click on them to enlarge, and see all the detail.
These two pictures are of Cinderalla's pumpkin coach and four.




This was the Japanese entry, and you can see the artist above. What is remarkable is the armour he is wearing to protect himself from the cold ice, and the chainsaw in the background.
I have another picture of the coach which I will post tomorrow.

This last of the set is the Canadian forces entry. This one was outside, and had NO protection from the weather. Honestly, it looked a lot better before a day of sunshine and well above freezing temperatures got at it, but somehow I seem to think that a battered and worn down military that has been worn down by hot air in Ottawa is somehow appropriate.

These posts will have to do for now...I have been fairly busy posting on my armouring blog. Please visit and see what I have been up to in my day job.
http://southtowerarmouringguild.blogspot.com/


Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Snow and ice

snow sculptures. Each of these sculptures is at least fifteen feet high.





This one was the overall winner. I can see why!





A whale tail.

The photographer taking the picture of the "last spike".


Looks like poutine. But it is a beaver. Unaccountably mounted on a pedestal.



Sir John A MacDonald. First prime minister of Canada, and the driving force behind building the first railroad across this land.
See the idea inside his mind in the pic below?

Another whale tail. Guess the Camel toe is over on the other side.



Below is the New Brunswick flag, slightly re arranged.






Mardi Gras

click on this image to enlarge. I would like to know just how many sit ups it takes to get abs like those! This image is from the Candian news site....Canoe. http://cnews.canoe.ca/CNEWS/Microgalleries/home.html
(this post will be removed within the week...just wanted to share the joy of what Canoe has to offer)






Gracyanne Barbosa, queen of the drums' section of Mangueira samba school, performs at the Sambodrome in Rio de Janeiro, Tuesday, Feb. 24, 2009. Click here for a full Mardi Gras gallery. (AP Photo/Natacha Pisarenko)

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Dear Dad


A father passing by his son's bedroom was astonished to see that his bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then he saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow that was addressed to:"DAD"


With the worst premonition he opened the envelope with trembling hands and read the letter.


"Dear Dad:

It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with you and Mom. I have been finding real passion with Stacy and she is so nice. But I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercing, tatoos, motorcycle clothes and the fact that she is much older than I am. But it's not only the passion....Dad, she's pregnant.

Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter."We share a dream of having many more children. Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone."We'll be growing it for ourselves and trading it with the other people that live nearby for cocaine and ecstacy. In the meantime we will pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Stacy can get better. She deserves it.

Don't worry, Dad."I'm 15 and I know how to take care of myself."Someday I'm sure that we will be back to visit so that you can get to know your grandchildren."


Love,


Your son, John.


P.S. Dad, none of this is true. I'm over at Tommy's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than a report card that's in my desk's center drawer. I love you. Call me when it's safe to come home."

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Chuck in Montana


Young Chuck in Montana bought a horse from a farmer for $100.

The farmer agreed to deliver the horse the next day.

The next day came and the farmer arrived without the horse.

He said, "Sorry, Son, but I have some bad news.

The horse died."

Chuck replied, "Well, then, just give me my money back."

The farmer said, "Can't do that. I went and spent it already."

Chuck said, "Well, then, just bring me the dead horse."

The farmer asked, "What ya goin' to do with him?"

Chuck said, "I'm going to raffle him off."

The farmer said, "You can't raffle off a dead horse."

Chuck said, "Sure I can. Watch me. I just won't tell anybody he's dead."

A month later, the farmer met up with Chuck and asked,

"What happened with that dead horse?"

Chuck said, "I raffled him off.

I told 500 tickets at two dollars apiece and made a profit of $998."

"Didn't anyone complain?" the farmer said.

Chuck said, "Just the guy who won. I gave him his money back."

Chuck grew up and now works for the government.

He's currently figuring out how to give us our money back.

Art

How do people "think" of these things? Maybe thats what happens when you put a fine arts major into a job in a junk yard.

naaaaahhhhhh.

These are all auto rims and hubcaps. How cool is that?










Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Sugar

video

Winterlude

I guess its a take on the word "interlude". Every February Ottawa takes a chance that they can dodge the mid winter thaw and have a mid winter party. So far, they have batted 3 out of 10, thereabouts. Oh well...the warm weather is nice, though the fella in the picture below clearly does not think so.
Some of the ice sculptures are really big!
People come from all over the world to make ice sculptures. I wonder what this Jamaican really thinks of the cold?



Above is the flying pig. My favorite. I think it was finished for about a half hour before the thaw started icicles to form off the big fella's snout!

Sunday, February 08, 2009

Christmas Time

Above is Joanne, reading her christmas cards.
Lorne, Joanne and me.
Lorne had been out of the country over Christmas, so his daughter made him a traditional Christmas dinner, with gifts under the Christmas tree and carols and turkey and too much wine. At the beginning of February. Lee and Becs finally got their much anticipated "white Christmas", and a good time was had by all. Well, except for Brenda, who was fighting off a flue. This was a coup by Lorne's daughter Laura and his GF.


Thursday, February 05, 2009

The Trocks

Click on the above to enlarge, and see what Brenda describes as some of the ugliest girls to ever put on a tutu.

Brenda has a subscription to the ballet. Specifically the National Arts Centre series of advanced booked shows which generally consist of ballets, though they DID include the Japanese "Kodo Drummers" and "Shakespeare's Dog". But without much complaint on my part, I accompany her and Elizabeth to various entertainments. I tend to avoid the highbrow entertainments, but I DO have to admit that a group of individuals working at entertaining me is usually better than shivering my ass off in the stands watching a group of bored overpaid individuals shoving a puck around on the ice. Sometimes. And don't forget I grew up in a family of dancers....albeit Ukrainian Cossack Dancers. So I can appreciate dance...no matter WHAT Brenda says. (I think she is right that I have little to no interest in a true "classical" ballet though. Why she doesn't want to come with me to watch the pole dancers in the club up the road and see some "good" dancing is just as inexplicable, but I digress.)


This time it was the Company of Trocaderos della Monte Carlo. I remember them playing along side Kermit and Miss Piggy as they performed "Swine Lake". The humour has only got raunchier and eathier since that memorable gig. The Trocks are an all male dance troupe who, in fine medieval tradition, play both the male and female roles during their performances. Of course, they pick performances which are really heavy weighted to traditional female roles...such as "Swan Lake", their signature piece, the "dying swan" and an abstract dance piece specfically choreographed for four divas of dance back in the 19th century. So the costumes are outrageously female...pink tutus and pointe shoes. So it was a choice between staying at home playing video games, going out and killing myself on the snowboard slopes, or watching a group of grown men prancing around in tutus and wigs. Since a train wreck was not one of the choices, I stayed to watch the Trocks.




From the Wikipedia....


The dancers portray both male and female (mainly female) roles in a humorous style that mixes send-ups of the clich├ęs of ballet, posing, and physical comedy with "straighter" pieces intended to show off the performers' skill (but still with a certain amount of humour). Part of the comedy is seeing male dancers en travesti performing moves usually reserved to females, such as dancing en pointe.


Part of the humour is the phoney biographies of the actors. A couple are re-printed here, again, from the Wikipedia. They make amusing reading in the interval as you seat yourself and await the start of the show.


-----from the Wikipedia.
Robert Carter
Born in Charleston, South Carolina, USA; he joined the Trocks in November 1995. He portrays Yuri Smirnov and Olga Supphozova.
Yuri ran away from home and joined the Kirov Opera because he thought Borodin was a prescription barbiturate, but he soon discovered that he didn't know his arias from his elbow and decided to become a ballet star instead. Olga made her first public appearance in a KGB lineup under dubious circumstances and after a seven-year-to-life hiatus, she now returns to her adoring fans.
Edgar Cortes
Born in Santiago do Cacem, Portugal; he joined the Trocks in October 2000. He portrays Klaus Youssoupovtu and Maria Gertrudes Clubfoot.
Klaus soared into prominence as the first defector whose leave-taking was accomplished at the virtual insistence of the defectees. Maria (after ballerina Maria Tallchief) is the last one of the great Indian ballerinas, who began her training with the Wounded Knee Ballet but was subsequently banned for use of traditional Indian weaponry.



Here is a good site you might like to check out...it has clips of the actors.

Otherwise, I would say, "Get off the computer and get shoveling that snow!"


http://www.trockstour.co.uk/ (Brenda says this site shows some really ugly women!) Me, I just want to know how they did that web site because it is the best example of scripting I have ever seen!