I Am Lao Flicks Superman

I Am…

On Saturday, I dutifully wore a red t-shirt and white shorts* to celebrate our country’s one hundred and thirty-ninth birthday.

Ironically, I spent most of the day in the car with Mrs. J and Tug on our way to Rochester, New York for a party, so no one other than my passengers saw what I was wearing in honour of my country**.

Of course, after a few hours in line at the border, I wondered why I was so proud of being Canadian. I can just picture your intake of breath. Your indignation. Allow me to elaborate.

So many people were breaking the rules. Driving on the shoulders, cutting people off, even utilizing the commercial trucks only lane. it was sickening.

I don’t like it when people break the rules like that. It’s not fair to those who have been waiting patiently in the line. In fact, a lot of the time these line-jumpers end up causing an even bigger delay.

What made it even worst was the fact that every single one of these inconsiderate people had an Ontario licence plate.

Not a great way to set an example, especially considering that a good chunk of the traffic in line with us were US Citizens returning home.

So, while I am proud of my country, I don’t know if I am always proud of the people that live in it.

Certainly you will point out that this happens everywhere, not just in Canada, but it doesn’t really matter, does it?

Wrong is wrong, no matter where you live.



Lao is the Time

After the eight hour car trip*** we arrived at the party to scattered applause and a plethora of questions regarding our tardiness.

I made my way to the keg and ran into one of my cousins, who poured me a refreshing beer and clapped me heartily on the shoulder in welcome.

After some mingling and drinking, word spread around the party of the formation of a friendly game of Lao Ball.

I’m not sure what the real name of this game is, but essentially it involves kicking a wicker ball over a volleyball net. In fact, the rules are very similar to volleyball, with the exception of which parts of the body you are allowed to hit with – that is, anything but your hands.

We played until it became impossible to see the little wicker bugger. It was great fun, and in hindsight I learned that the first rule of Lao Ball is to trash talk as much as possible.

If anyone knows what the real name of this game is, or where I can find info, please let me know in the comments.



Flicks

One of my cousins is a great film maker. You won’t see anything of his at Cannes or the Toronto Film Festival****, but they are masterpieces just the same.

I am not sure if I am allowed to elaborate on them, as they are in pre-production. However, I am going to see if I can convince him to put clips on You Tube when they are released in August.

This is really just serving as a place holder*****.



Superman Returns

I’m not going to spend a lot of time writing about this movie. It was a wonderful homage to my favourite superhero. Not to mention a tribute to the old movies.

Superman Returns picks up where Superman II left off******, thus eliminating all of the crappy sequels.

It is an epic film, and will leave you believing that a man can fly.




* – Well, they were off-white. Cream, perhaps. Either way, it was close enough to white to play off the red shirt that I was wearing in honour of our flag.
** – We actually had a large Canadian flag bandana in the back area behind the rear seat head rests.
*** – Normally the trip is about 3-3.5 hours.
**** – Yet.
***** – See what I did there, Steve? Yeah. I went there. Now you’re going to be famous.
****** – So I’ve been told.

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12 Responses

  1. Wrong IS wrong no matter where you live. I am glad to hear that there are others who will sit and wait their turn because it is the right thing to do. Always makes me late, too. 😉

  2. I agree with you Jorge. A small minority can ruin it for everyone. Sometimes I think I’m the fool for following the rules and getting less for it. But I won’t change because when that foreigner bumps into me or you they get an impression of what we are all about.

  3. Hi Jorge

    I think it’s called
    SepakTakraw

    I found this in a webpage
    look familiar
    This looks like fun, I’d be into it
    if you want to get a game going, I even
    have a volleyball net.

    Here the site

    http://members.aol.com/sftakraw/index.html

  4. Superman was fab. Tears to the eyes of more than one, and all that. …Even though I kept calling it Spiderman.

    Crossing borders on a long weekend is never a fun game to play. While recalling line-jumpers in toilet lines, one can only imagine the “urgency” these people have that overshadows everyone else’s. A-holes.

  5. I once saw a collection of drivers refuse to let a line jumper in so vigilantly that they herded him into a concrete barrier. I was impressed.

  6. I used to have to commute to Oakville with a co-worker that did not follow the rules. He would speed in the shoulders of the highway without any respect for traffic and stranded motorists. My concerns and disgust were not listened to and so I decided to start to take the bus there after. Truck drivers were constantly trying to push him into the barries.
    People like this should lose their lisence for ever, for they are the ones that cause a lot of the accidents we have.

  7. I know I know

    “Barriers”

    My mind types faster than my fingers

  8. The fact that you can type with your mind makes me very afraid of you now.
    🙂

  9. If that was true Jorge I’d be typing things like:

    I used to commute to Oakville (Wait was it Oakville, Geez I’m getting old, can’t seem to remember these things, oh well sounds good, ok) with a co-worker…..

  10. Yeah, I really enjoyed Superman. Although was it just me, or did the actor who played superman look like a wax figure at times?

  11. Ah. Superman Returns rocked! Although after that first scene with the plane and the baseballgame, all the other action sequences just weren’t as good.

    (I’ve been gone –teaching– but now I’m back.)

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