Duck You Sucker Clip

Oh man, related to the ears of christ posting, this movie looks awesome:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=49z2lDvelQQ&NR=1

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KVS6NQr0YP8&NR=1

I wish I knew how to embed.

This reasoning given is thusly: "Irish terrorist James Coburn confuses the hell out of Rod Steiger and the audience for a second time with his insane catchphrase.

Apparently Sergio Leone was utterly convinced that "Duck, you sucker" was a ubiquitous American saying and insisted on its prominent inclusion in this film (Fistful Of Dynamite/Duck, You Sucker) to help it at the US box office. No amount of people telling him that nobody in America actually knew what the hell he was going on about could change his mind. This is the glorious result."

J-STOR

I've had the urge to stock up on any JSTOR article that I might possibly be interested in for when I'm a graduate, but I can't decide whether or not they'll actually come in handy. Geez.

The Last 2 Weeks

I just got Google Wave and it's kind of exciting. If you want to add me, do kylevalade@googlewave.com. And, some fool gave me an invite after I had already been invited, so I have an extra, as well as a couple on the side if anyone wants one.

I added the Lonely Planet Trip Planner app and it's a lot of fun. Megan and I are planning a huge road trip on it that's even more epic than the one that failed this summer. We're sitting right next to each other, though, so it's more for fun. I'm going to see if I can find any other cool "apps".

Looking forward to writing this take-home test for Ulysses and then graduating. Actually, I don't even officially graduate until May, so I don't think that I'll be able to get a real job ever.

And thanks to Lee's Blog I've been noticing Chicago Brick Glass all around Montreal.

Oh yeah, and Pushap was delicious. It's the Indian place right near the Namur Metro. Dirk hated it, though.

Hooray!!

Dirk and I have just been taking it easy today - staying in out of the chilly rain, listening to some jams, sleepin'. At about 10pm we both decided that it might be nice to make some dinner. Together. As a family for the first time in almost a year. Nothing mundane would do, as pasta and stir fry have been boring for months, and leftover lentil soup does not sound yummy.

"What should we do on this icky day?" We both asked ourselves.

"Well, I just got paid yesterday", Dirk offered.

"Hmm. Wait, didn't you spend that all on--"

"--No, no, I didn't go THAT crazy last night", Dirk chuckled softly to himself.

"Sure, if you say so, Dirk." I eyed him uncomfortably for a second before returning to thoughts of food.

"Veau a la broche avec ail, oignon, fromage brie, et un sauce du vin rouge?" Dirk ventured.

Hmm...sounds good. "Wait, whats 'veau' again?" I asked.

"Veal."

"Oh. Yuck. Let's think of something else."

We both sat there staring at the pantry or else into space.

Suddenly, I had the perfect idea! "Hey! How about hamburgers?"

Dirk looked at me with disgust and a certain amount of disappointment. "I can't believe I live with someone that entertain that notion for even a second."

"Oh, Dirk. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. I just thought..."

Dirk sensed tears coming on and was quick to comfort me. "No, no, Kyle. Don't you worry about it. I just get carried away sometimes. We can do hamburgers if you want, but would you consider making something like..." Dirk fished around in the air for a second, looking for an idea. "Like, um, for instance, chicken pot pie?"

I love chicken pot pie!

"Yeah!! Chicken Pot Pie!" I jumped up in the air with excitement.

"Well then, we better get started," so Dirk and I took off for the grocery store, and before long we had a piping hot chicken pot pie ready for us, perfectly golden-brown and flaky and delicious looking.

THE END

The Transcendental Turn

I'm at Arts Cafe reading my Kant and writing a precis on the Transcendental Analytic. It is slow and arduous, made moreso because of the way the light bulb hangs naked in front of the window that I'm facing. Seen from the corner of my eyes, I keep thinking that there is a poster of a smiling Dale Earnhardt Jr. looming constantly over me. It's pretty disconcerting, and it forces me to look up in the middle of paragraphs.

Remember Remember.

The Birth

Oh yeah, and our landlady had a baby in the apartment just above where Matt, Owen, and I were watching X-Files. It's a boy!

The Proposal

So I was hanging out yesterday and something came up where somebody was making fun of me and told me to "go blog about it". Well, I think that's a great idea. And I will. As soon as I remember what it is. I think it was something funny.