Looks like I’ll be writing about ReBoot again for another of my Canadian Studies papers.  Write what you know, right?

The paper’s about how US business interests have shaped Canadian cultural productions, using the example of ABC’s BS&P and the huge restraints it placed on ReBoot Seasons 1 and 2 (finally available on DVD, access them this cycle!).  Hell, the BS&P prevented Mainframe from showing or even using the word “hockey,” even though the renders of Bob playing hockey exist and were on the ReBoot website for years.  You can find it in Jim Su’s The Art of ReBoot hardcover volume, if you’re still able to get your digits on that book.

Tonight, the CBC is airing the episode of the Mercer Report with the footage they shot at McGill.  I’m the unshaven brown dude in a black jacket and deerstalker flailing my hands in the crowd and doing the Caramelldansen.  Not sure if they’ll use the footage where I hugged Rick, but that would be nice.

Apparently, McGill University won this year’s Spread the Net challenge, so Rick Mercer was here for a segment of his Mercer Report, which will air on April 3rd.  Needless to say, I was in the crowd, flailing my arms and busting the Caramelldansen.

I got to hug him, twice for the camera.  I told him, “Let me love you.”  Afterwards, some CBC dudes interviewed me about why I wanted to hug him.  Who wouldn’t, right?

I don’t have any kind of digital video recorder, so I’ll have to VHS the episode when it airs.  I’ll let you know how stupid I look if I made it onto the show.

Well, next week is “Reading Week” at McGill, so I’ll have a week off to be productive.  Yeah.

Tonight, action figure photography and videogames.

>mention both ReBoot and DOOM in the same paper

NEDM could make this less alphanumeric.  Let’s hope the prof doesn’t know what I’m talking about and gives me a decent mark.

Oh yeah, just finished my first assignment of the year.  Well, assignment that needs to be handed in, I mean.  It’s shit, but I wasn’t expecting much from it, both in terms of content and marks.

Now to get to bed.

>think I’m ready to graduate
>talk to advisors
>fill out audit sheet with two professors
>submit audit sheet to Department of English
>think “fuckyear, I’m done”
>receive email during first week of next semester’s classes from advisor
>”u dun has enuf credits, lol”
>will have to be at McGill for another two semesters
>can’t register for courses because of graduation flag on my account
>submit request to have graduation flag removed
>register for courses
>miss first week of classes
>receive email from Department of English
>”o hai we noticed u wan2 grdute but we dun has ur audit sheet”
>email arrives days before the month I would have graduated
>graduation flag is removed
>audit sheet was submitted more than two months ago
>mfw

Stay classy, McGill.

I’m going to congratulate myself with cookies and then try to wrap this shit up lest the sun come up before I bring this bitch home.  High five, anyone?

Nah, McGill dropbox online term paper uploader, I’m just perusing the submission page at 5:42 in the goddamn morning.  Don’t mind me.

alexcoco:

This pleases me. There will be lots of downloading being done in class. MUHAAHHAHA

Hell yeah! 

So I was in my Film/TV History course two semesters ago and the prof tries to stream some TV show off a website thanks the university’s wireless internet access.
Meanwhile, I’m in the back of the class with a web browser running, logged into an online game, my Steam client downloading/installing TF2, and my torrent client uploading at over 600kb/s. Needless to say, I omnom’d the bandwidth and the streaming video wouldn’t load properly.  The whole while, I’m trying to keep a straight face, the prof is cursing the university’s shitty connection, and my friend beside me tells me an asshole.

Problem, university?

I shot this in downtownish Montreal today.  English, motherfucker, do you speak it?

Somehow, this photo I took got published in McGill University’s “Canadian Content” journal, volume 3.  I should probably add that the photo is not sociopolitical commentary. The bikes do not represent Canada. The chains do not represent unity, and the grease does not represent Albertan oil. It’s just a picture of bicycles.