Posts Tagged Blog
Three People Peeves
Posted by Lynne R Kamm in COOL & CREEPY CATS on November 4, 2009
I have three major people pet peeves. This might be why I am not dating you, not working with you anymore or run away screaming scared for my life upon spotting you… If we do hang out, then you have passed the below and can rest easy that this blog is not speaking to you.
Smithereens
Posted by Lynne R Kamm in MOVIE ME on November 2, 2009
Where is Smithers, British Columbia? It’s two blocks and one mountain range south of Sarah Palin’s house. Pop 5509. Town dining comprises of the Japanese, the Chinese, the Italian, the burger place or the pizza joint. On Friday nights after a bender of karaoke at the Hudson Bay Lodge, the strip joint closes at 11pm and all the loggers, snowboarders and retirees amalgamate in the over-flowing toilet melting pot of the only dance bar. A night of cheap whiskey hits a frenzied pitch when the blown-out speakers rumbles out “Thunderstruck” and a brawl erupts – usually amongst family members. This is where wildlife also shop in the grocery store parking lot. This is where if you hear a shotgun blast – you just run and keep going. This is where the Zeller’s gal told the sport’s store owner what you bought yesterday. This is where an extension on a trailer is admired as practical architecture. This is where I was for three months. Welcome to nowhere.
What does TIFF mean?
Posted by Lynne R Kamm in MOVIE ME on September 15, 2009
Attendees of this international Tdot film fest often refer to themselves as “I am Tiffing.” Since this year’s opening flick is on Charles Darwin, let’s root into the true origin of the word “TIFF”…
Grunter
Posted by Lynne R Kamm in GYM BAGS on September 14, 2009
grunt (gr
nt) v. grunt·ed, grunt·ing, grunts
1. To utter a deep guttural sound, as a hog does.
Socks in Crocs
Posted by Lynne R Kamm in FASHION FLOG on September 11, 2009
Ripped Jeans
Posted by Lynne R Kamm in FASHION FLOG on September 9, 2009
I love it when poverty is in fashion. Blue collar chic. When the rich teens race their SUV’s down to the promenade to pay 600$ for denim that imitates the East side bus fare clan hand-me-downs.
Take These Broken Wings
Posted by Lynne R Kamm in MOVIE ME on September 8, 2009
optional easy listening while you read:
Making movies is similar to being in the military. We both go by a 24hr clock. We both eat talk, move and sleep when someone says we can. We use walkie talkie codes. “Copy” to say yes. “21-hundred” to delicately announce a potty break. Each finite job is departmentalized. There is a pecking order. Nothing is more militant than the Camera department whose trainees are hazed practically daily.
Secret Nod
Posted by Lynne R Kamm in GYM BAGS on September 3, 2009
I have taken up running. And I am confused.
Someone tell me why other runners nod when you go by? Is this a runners secret bat signal? Does it mean we all meet later at the pub for poutine and Bud lime? ‘Cause that’s what I’m hoping. Or is it a weird twitch? I don’t want to suffer all this cardio just to develop a freaky twitch.
Free to Be Yoga
Posted by Lynne R Kamm in GYM BAGS on September 2, 2009
Yoga makes me violent.
I know. I just proclaimed I’m a staunch pacifist. Few things tilt me to the boiling point. Yoga being one.
Out of The Box
Posted by Lynne R Kamm in GYM BAGS on September 2, 2009
Please whatever you do, do not tell my mother. I feel safe blogging as she can barely operate her dvd player never mind use an online search engine to google her daughter.
