Zanta Sighting # 2

So my friend and I returned back to the building in which we work, to meet up with a couple of her friends before they all went to a party on the east side of town.

We passed by the atrium, which was cordoned off and draped in sheer fabric. Beyond it inside, we could see people milling about and hear someone singing on stage. No doubt the space had been rented out for a Christmas party for some company or the other.

As we headed towards the exit, we passed this elevator, and suddenly my friend said, “Oh my God – that’s Zanta!”

I – still in a tryptophan-induced haze from all the turkey and other foods I’d gorged into my body about several hours before – whipped my head around … and there he was, in all his Santa-hat-jacket-and-shorts-wearing, pectoral glory.

Zanta. In the building of my place of work. Again, being semi-normal. Wow.

That better not be a trend.

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Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes … sorta.

Pardon the appearance of the blog.

I’ve just switched over to Beta, and it’s kinda warped the look of this thing.

Once I hang of this, hopefully it won’t look as bad.

Speaking of which: does ANYONE know how to change the banner of the top of this thing under the new Beta system? I’ve hated it for months and have been dying to give this site a makeover.

Suggestions are appreciated.

Not Too Shabby, Mr. Bond

So last weekend, a friend and I decided to go see the newly-released latest installment of the James Bond series, Casino Royale.

From the moment he was picked, we’d all been hearing about whether Daniel Craig would be up to snuff, having to fill the shoes of previous Bonds such as Sean Connery, Timothy Dalton and his predecessor, Pierce Brosnan. I actually didn’t really care all that much, having never really seen an entire Bond movie from beginning to end.

Until now.

Before going to see the film, I hadn’t heard a single bad thing about this movie, considering how cheesy the franchise can be. But now I see why.

I actually really enjoyed it, for what it was. I thought it was pretty sleek, and the stunts impressed me quite a bit.

Daniel Craig did a really good job in this, considering he’s a bit of a thug for most of the movie. But it was nice seeing a flick like this with no crazy gadgets, and a bit of character development. I know a number of women were going to see this movie because they thought he was hot.

Personally, I wasn’t as drawn to his looks so much as I was to his athleticism. Dang! It’s tiring just to see this guy run! Makes me want to go to the gym to work on my fitness.

Here’s what interests me about this whole Bond thing now. So Casino Royale was a re-make … and from what I hear, every single movie in the Ian Fleming series has now been captured on film. So what happens now? If it’s decided that Mr. Craig has done good and should make another Bond film, do they write a movie script from scratch? I would think that the allure of the films would be that they were based on books. How would an independent script sell?

In any case, I’ve gotta say it was four hi-fives out of five for this one. If someone like me likes this movie, then it’s got something for everyone who likes a good action flick.

Conjunctivitis 1, Loquacious 0

Ah.

Just when I was perched atop my high horse about how healthy I was …

I’ve gotten myself a nice case of pink eye.

If you look at me from the right side, it looks like I’ve just finished The Ugly Cry.

If you look at me head on, it just looks like I’ve been punched in the eye.

Either way, not attractive.

Hopefully my boss will take pity on me and let me go to the walk-in clinic tomorrow.

Flu Fightin’, My Way

December’s here and with it comes many things … the pleasures – and pressures – of Christmas. The joys of lots of parties and get-togethers (and myriad excuses to be drunk).

And of course, probably the time of year when germs seem to be at their germiest. Yep – it’s flu season.

And even scarier than that: It’s flu shot season.

Most people make appointments through their workplace or public health centre to get jabbed with the needle. And then there are people like me. Until it becomes mandatory (and something I can only avoid by feigning personal emergency and taking the day from work), I’m taking another pass on the flu shot.

Of course, I know what all the “believers” say: Why? It’s not a live virus. You won’t get sick from the flu shot. It’s egg-based. You might as well just toss in, everybody else is doing it, why don’t you?

So, if there was some crazy virus out there and the only way people could protect themselves was to jump into a net above a pit of venomous snakes and hope to get bitten as protection, I should do the same?

Yes, it’s a silly and far-fetched example to compare, but here’s my rationale as to why I’m not lining up for a flu vaccine:

1) The flu shot is especially recommended for those who are very young (babies and young children) and elderly, because they’re more susceptible to illness. I totally understand this. If I had a young child, I would probably go and get the flu shot. I have a co-worker who begrudgingly had his shot for this reason. I’m young, healthy for the most part, and really don’t think I need to be injected with something that may or may not protect me from something I might catch. I think I have to be cautious with my own actions health-wise, as well as the actions of those around me.

2) It’s been said that getting the flu shot cuts down on the number of sick days I’d probably have if I didn’t get the shot and had the flu. Know what? I’ve heard stories about people – perfectly well – who’ve gotten the flu shot and fell ill. Not everyone reacts the same way to things. That’s why we’ve got people who can eat anything put in front of them, and people deathly allergic to some of the same foods. So guess what? If I probably have the same chance of getting sick getting the shot as I do not getting it, I’m going to take my chances. I’ll wash my hands, wipe down my workstation with alcohol wipes and take my vitamins. If I take really good care of myself, I shouldn’t get more than a bad cold (and I’ve already had two of them). That’s what I’ve got an immune system for.

3) Personal anecdote. Five years ago, working at a car dealership, the boss arranged for a nurse to come so the employees could get their shots. I didn’t go to get lengths to hide my defiance, and one day, while talking with some other employees, my opposition emerged, and the “believers” started in on me. It’s not a live virus. You’d take your car in for care if it needed it; why not do the same for yourself. (I found this to be really lame, since everybody knows no two people react to something the same way.) And my absolute favourite, when I defended my stance by noting people who had fallen ill after taking the shot, including the company accountant’s husband: They were probably not feeling well before they took it.

Needless to say, I stood my ground, and two days later, the boss took the day off because he wasn’t feeling well.

So – perhaps to some people’s dismay – I’m going to take my chances again this year. Because in my opinion, I think people have forgotten the general tenets of personal hygiene, and that’s partly why so many of us get sick.

We sneeze in our hands or pick our eyeducts or noses, or go to the bathroom without washing our hands, and then turn around and touch handrails, buttons and doorknobs. Remember when SARS happened about three years ago? People got dirty looks for so much as sneezing on a subway. Now? It’s like it never happened.

I’m not saying that handwashing will eradicate the instance of flu. But maybe if we all try and do our parts to be cleaner – even as part of a personal experiment – it might prove to make a substantial difference.

Stephane Dion: Worried, Yet?


He’s an academic … was a cabinet minister under the old guard of Jean Chretien … turfed out and then later welcomed back into the ministerial fold by Paul Martin …

And as of several minutes ago, Stephane Dion just became the new leader of the Liberal Party.

Now, I’m no poli-sci major. I get by with what I know about elections and government, absorbed by people at work talking about it, and watching some TV. I only tune in when there’s a good fight or something juicy going on. But the whole thing makes me (a) uneasy, and (b) want to research other countries to live in.

I’m sure the man’s pleased at punch with what he did. The first thing out of his mouth was, “Bring on the next election!” I mean, who on earth – outside of supporters – thought this guy would win? From all appearances, he’s got the personality of tepid milk.

But what’s scarier is that Stephen Harper’s muzzling, micromanaging Conservative government probably can’t wait to throw down the gauntlet. ‘Cause when the next election is called, they may be sailing towards a majority government on the silver platter Dion hands to them. The only one that seems to think this won’t happen is Dion himself.

Dion has said previously has the charisma to move people in this country. Really? Because I was watching the convention happenings yesterday, and only saw the man spring “alive” when he won. I’ve come into contact with smelly gym sneakers with more charisma.

Wonder what Spain’s like this time of year … ?