Nanaimo Wasps

This weekend we all piled into Byron's car to get on a ferry and attend Krystal and Wes's wedding in Nanaimo. And by we I mean myself, Byron, Alexis, Eric and Franz. Aka mini VFS class 107 reunion. Minus Franz. Who was just there for "the possible island adventures". As per usual, the island did not disappoint and left us again with a memorable weekend of a series of random events.

Byron said to be ready at 7 am for pick up which miraculously Franz and I obeyed. And we WEREN'T hungover. Thank Christ. We all were feeling good, despite the obvious sleepiness. The sun was shining, Byron had made a reservation for the ferry so we knew we were getting on and we were excited to see our old friends from VFS tie the knot and get drunk with them.

ACT 1 - cyclemania
As we near the entrance for Stanley Park to get to the Lion's Gate Bridge (we were leaving from the North Van ferry terminal Departure Bay), we see fucking cyclists everywhere and apparently the road is closed. So it's the annual cycle marathon to support Cops on bikes. And as we approach one of the traffic cops to ask where the detour is to get on the bridge he says "the bridge is closed". We're all, WTF. Seriously, LION'S GATE BRIDGE IS CLOSED FOR A CYCLE RACE? barhghghsdfherq4d3094d!!!!!!
So we start to high tail it for the other fucking bridge on the other side of town. Not before trying to get out of the maze that was downtown due to several other roads being closed. When we finally reached the other side of the water, we had 15 minutues to get to the ferry terminal or else our reservation would be invalid. Thinking we had plenty of time now that we had avoided random downtown cycle traffic, we hit our first traffic jam. At this point Byron looked like he was going to cut a bitch (he was driving). We got through the first one in about 10 minutes, so we now had 5 minutes. We hit ANOTHER one but thankfully escaped that one because the traffic girl who was letting cars through let us be the LAST car through before another wave of cyclists were coming off the bridge and blocking traffic. Thinking we were finally home free we got punk'd AGAIN by being stuck behind a car that was going like 40 km/h following the bikers who were ON THE FUCKING HIGHWAY. That's right, only one lane was open on the highway. Like Christ, was the marathon going to Whistler? ugh. The car finally let us pass them and Byron guns it to the ferry, and I shit you not, 800m before the exit traffic comes to a halt because some bicyclist had injured himself so two ambulances were blocking both lanes. Alexis says "someone better have died", that's the point of frustration we had reached. Eric finally convinces Byron to act like an American and drive in the ditch to pass everyone. We made it to the ferry two minutes before our reservation was thrown out the window. On the ferry ride while enjoying the fresh air on the sun deck, Franz and I got attacked by an annoying wasp, the first of many.



ACT 2 - thy booze and wasps
We show up in Nanaimo which was looking gray and a tad chilly. We found our hotel and checked in. Eric had his own room but Byron, Franz, myself and Alexis were all in one with two double beds (that Byron insists were twins. They weren't). We all fell into the beds and started napping due the fact that we all work like crazy and if we don't get to sleep in on weekends to refuel we're pretty much zombies. Alexis insisted on her bed partner Franz to "spoon bitch!". Franz and I got up half an hour later because we both had the same craving: chhaaammmppaaaggnnneee. It was 11:15 am by then so we ventured out to downtown Nanaimo to find a liquor store. Observation: Nanaimo is not exciting. Sorry Wes and Krystal! We spent way too much time in the liquor store figuring out what we were craving beside champagne. Final purchases were two bottles of champers, a mickey of rum and a mickey of vodka. We got back and Byron and Alexis were still sleeping. We tried coaxing them out of bed but Alexis buried herself further into the blankets. It was 12:15 by then and that's when we discovered that the shuttle going to the wedding was leaving at 1:15, not 1:45 like we thought. This hightailed Alexis into the shower finally as Byron watched Franz and I do our usual when we get ready: ironing, drinking and being late.

We all made it downstairs in time and hoped onto the shuttle that took us to the lookout point by the ocean where the wedding would be. Like most guests, we all hadn't assumed it would be outside and most of us didn't have the warmest coats. By now the wind had picked up and we all prayed it wouldn't rain until the end of the ceremony. We also started getting attacked by random wasps. So many wasps. Very weird. The wedding started and Krystal looked GORGEOUS. Beautiful dress. It was all very adorable and loving, as weddings should be. We also found more 107ers, Tim Whyte who had forgotten his dress pants and was stuck wearing his suit jacket and dress shoes with khaki shorts (aka like a true assistant director would), and Brent with his lovely lady Melissa.



We took the bus back to the hotel and the whole time I was SERIOUSLY craving a rum and coke. So either I'm an alcoholic or you know... I'm an alcoholic. We got back and almost had 2 hours to kill before the reception started at the hotel so we cracked open the mickeys in our room and ordered room service. Nanaimo bar cheesecake and lemon meringue pie. Totally worth it. Byron went to the lounge to drink with Eric. He came back up at 5:30, half an hour after the reception started, to inform us that Wes and Krystal weren't there yet and we were doing Jagaer bombs in Eric's room. We head two floors down to Eric, who informs us that the honeymoon suite is like 3 doors down from him. We of course knock and Wes answers. We steal him for 2 seconds to do shots with us which was awesome. I then took the elevator down to the reception with both Kyrstal and Wes and their wedding party which was pretty cool actually. Felt VIP.

The reception started and we all quickly realized we were all drunker then most. Obviously, we were the film school table. Table number 12. The MC made an announcement asking friends and family to say something if they'd like, so I sauntered over and asked if I could make a short shout out from all of us at table 12. MC seemed excited cause not many people there knew about Wes and his film school days. Needless to say, after more drinks, dinner and all the emotional and perfect speeches made from the wedding party, this is when the MC says "any other people?" which was kind of awkward but he was starring at me so before I knew it I was putting my hand up and awkwardly walking up there realizing I had to make a speech on the spot instead of a "congrats from table 12" shout out I had originally planned..... so yeah.... spontaneous speech was 65% successful. I managed to only ramble under 5 minutes but apparently I said "film school" like 30 times. Could have gone worse though. And people clapped so yay? The rest of the night was spectacular with some great dancing and singing from Wes. Eric was also on a rampage to drink all of the Rye supply. We put a card on him in case we lost him.



Around 11 pm, after almost 10 hours of drinking, we had abused most of the free drinks tickets so there was only one thing left to do, CASINO TIME!!! Alexis, Byron and Eric went upstairs to go to sleep but Byron, myself, Brent and Melissa decided to go explore. We started walking to the casino with a stop at the local club after getting coaxed in by the bouncer/promotor (???). We came in and immediately felt everyone in the room starring at us in our dress clothes. I swear we were half expecting someone to be like "what are you city folk doing here?!". Byron ordered a round of shots which were blue and sticky sweet. Because I was hypnotized by watching a young gay fellow in a skin tight dress grinding with an old dude who had a beer belly, trucker hat and motorcycling shirt on, I wasn't watching when I slid my empty shot glass across the bar so it banged against two others and fell to the floor breaking. Byron smartly rounded us up and said "lets get the fuck outta here". We got to the casino where we quickly lost Melissa and Byron, who know how to gamble. Brent and I know how to look pretty and drink. So first we took pictures of myself pulling a Marilyn Monroe over a floor vent, but the security guy threatened to take my camera away cause no pictures were allowed. We went to the bar and our conversation went something like this:

Brent: okay what are we drinking?
Julia: hmm what are we drinking?
Worker: we don't serve alcohol here.
Brent and Julia: .....
Julia: then we shall be leaving.

We find Byron and inform him of our situation but he was winning at the blackjack table so he didn't wanna leave. Byron kept mumbling to the dealer either "adrian you're killing me" or "adrian I love you" to the indifferent stares of the older Nanaimo regulars who were wondering who the fuck let these kids in the casino. Byron kept handing me his winning chips to hold on to which the security guy did NOT appreciate. Apparently that's not allowed in Nanaimo. Byron pulled his second "lets get the fuck outta here" and grabbed his 100$ winnings. We went back to the hotel in the rain and found the last maybe 8 people dancing with Krystal and Wes in the reception hall so we hung out a bit with them until we finally decided to call it a night.



ACT 3 - it's the granola!
We all wake up to Byron's annoying as fuck alarm clock and the wake up call that Byron and I thought was a brilliant idea last night. It's about 8:30 am and we have to make the 10:30 am ferry. We all silently get our stuff together and head down to the lounge to wait for Eric. Who comes down hungover as shit and loudly declares "I don't want it!" after Alexis tries to give him his leftover bottle of rye he had from last night. We went to a coffee shop that was open for coffee and carbs. Alexis took it one step further and went healthy with yogurt and granola cup. We get to the ferry terminal and with Eric's head leaning out the window in the front with Byron, and myself, Franz and Alexis who was eating her granola in the back, we began to wait.

Eric: Alexis, there is a wasp beside your head.
Alexis: huh?
Julia: AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
Byron: AHHH!!!!!
Franz: AHHHHHHH!!!!
Eric: IT'S THE GRANOLA!!!!!

Everyone PILES out of the car in 0.2 seconds while Alexis remains seated and keeps eating. We managed to chase away the wasp and needless to say, we all sat in the car with the windows closed after that. Fucking wasps. Also Eric summed up the night with "apparently I was trying to drink my body weight in Crown Royal". And he did.

END OF STORY

stop dweedle dwaddling

so franz and I figured out that we hadn't had a dinner party in almost 3 months and panicked. And then quickly planned a summer themed one around a hamptons dinner party with southern inspired food. first thing we said?

"fabric, we need fabric"

"oh yes white fabric"

Obviously to build a garden party inspired tent in our living room. We then selected our invitees and created our menu which was as follows:

APPYS

cheese and bacon cornbreads

sausage and smoked gouda

MAINS

red snapper filets

roasted beets and potatoes

creole blackened shrimp

fresh salad

onion tarts

asparagus and green beens

DESSERT

chocolate mille-feuille with vanilla custard

pomegranate grantina

Three days before the event I started the patient task of making puff pastry from scratch. This was always something I knew I had to concur to fully call myself a good baker. Puff pastry is an art and science, and needs it's time to settle and glutenize. First step, whip up the dough and butter, both separate, roll em out and lay on top of each other. The next day I did my first folding of the two together.

Finally on friday I refolded the puff pastry 4 times (you can only do it once every 2 hours) while I chugged white wine and Franz began his onion tarts. I quickly made a pie dough for him so it could chill overnight while he began the caramelization of red onions. I won't even begin to mention how many onions he chopped but the process of cutting and cooking took till 1 am... so he's taking a break from onions.

we also should mention that we spent the first 2 hours after work on friday getting new plates and decorations, which we then ended up carrying all the way home in the muggy hot weather we have been having lately. On the day of, we woke up bright and early and headed to a fabric store, where as per usual I was slightly hungover from Brent's birthday the night before and not much use as Franz held up random frabrics. He had a better tent vision then me so we finally settled on one and got outta there before we began to mess up our schedule. We came home and did the brutal mistake of turning the TV on and napping while watching Jersey Shore. Needless to say we began grocery shopping close to 2 pm and got home at 4 pm and began a mad rush to decorate and prep all our food before guests arrived at 6 pm. I also invented another Julia-ism by saying "we need to stop dweedle dwaddling". Whatever that means.

I began by baking the pie dough for Franz's tarts and then we prepped the potatoes and beets, who looked gorgeous.

We also had to cook our onions tarts with our delicious cornbreads that we kind of just improvised and they turned out great! As well as the yummy, yummy onion tarts.

Our guests started arriving so we quickly put on Brigitte Bardot and I put out my spiked lemonade which was very refreshing and didn't make you realize how much booze was in there. Sugar, lemon juice, citrus vodka and citrus club soda. As Ina Garten would say, how good is that?

As guests mingled in our beautiful tent decor courtesy of Franz...

I prepped the snapper to bake with butter, dill, garlic, onion and olive oil.
I also decided 5 minutes before we sat down to quickly blacken my shrimp so they wouldn't be overcooked. I had dry rubbed them with typical creole spices of paprika, garlic and onion powder, cayenne pepper, thyme, oregano and kosher salt. Of course as soon as they hit the pan epic spicy fumes flew up in the air and made everyone cough. But man were they good! I had to finish the fry outside the window to stop choking my guests. Alexis kindly helped.

Dinner was beautiful and everything fit so well together, the flavors were excellent. Also the setting wasn't bad either. For a second, we truly did feel like millionaires in the Hamptons. Franz's center pieces also helped.

It was time for dessert and oh my god I was praying the whole time I was eating that my puff pastry was baking correctly in the oven. I had made the granita and custard earlier and they were chilling. As our guests enjoyed wine, I pulled out my puff pastry and almost burst into tears at how perfectly it had risen. Franz and I had a mini freak out in the kitchen of how awesome we were getting at this. I cut into the pastry and there were all those beautiful folded airy layers. Bliss!

We then used the custard to build some mille-feuilles which would be served with the granita. The combination of airy butter pastry, creamy custard and tart cool sorbet was to die for.


We enjoyed more wine and Richard's bourbon and after everyone had left and franz and I enjoyed one last drink under our make shift tent, the fading sounds of glen miller on the stereo, we really did feel like a cooling down summer night in a lush garden. All that was missing were fireflies. Epic success!

Ta!

Julia gulia

a love letter to herr schweinsteiger

I know dude, I know.

you are one bad ass player and you have to settle for 3rd place. again.

Schweinsteiger, or Shweinnie as those in your inner circle like to call you, I know the last thing you wanna hear is what a great achievement it is to place third in the world cup and that you and your team should be proud of what you have done this tournament. Everyone had already ruled out your team before you even played, with your coach bringing in all new and young players that had yet to play on an international level, and you, at the ripe age of 25 already perceived as a veteran suddenely looked upon as a leader with your fellow mates Podolski and Lahm after YOUR leader Ballack gets injured meerly weeks before the world cup started and has to sit out THE WHOLE TOURNAMENT.

But you don't want to hear that. Because you fought through all those challenges, and yet you are third. Again.

after your first triumphant game against australia, everyone sat up straighter and went, whoa germany is looking better than they have in years, that crazy coach Jogi might actually have made a brilliant plan with his young team. And Lahm taking over as captain and being an all around ridiculous player and instiling confidence in all of you. And then YOU, you started to come out as the best player on your team. Because you started ordering everyone around, telling those youngesters where they needed to be and passing beautiful unselfish passes to them so they can score. You gave Muller everything he needed to shine and emerge as the most talked about player at the world cup, and now with his five goals, a chance to win the golden boot award. You let klose strike when needed and let him be the head bitch in charge to shooting goals, you teamed up with Khedira brilliantly and ruled the field by barely letting the other team get possession. You were the last one fighting during the last 3 minutes of that awful spain game when everyone else had already succumbed to defeat. And when you slumped over in tears after the game, all of Germany cried with you, cause we know you wanted it so bad. And holy shit did you deserve it. You, klose, lahm, podolski, you all deserved this. You don't wanna settle for third place anymore. I get it. 2006 world cup, then losing in the final at 2008 euros, and now here.

So I won't try to list off your achievements to try and make you feel better. But i will say this, you took on as captain for your last game here at the world cup when poor lahm and all your other buddies had to sit it out due to illness, and you showed not only uruguay but all the frightened youngesters on your team who's boss. But you yet again played with no selfishness and helped them, showed them what it was like to play on your level because deep down you know just like the rest of us germans, that this team of young players will be MONSTERS come 2014. And we will get that title. And you will be there with them. Cause they look up to you.

So to you number 7, and the rest of this amazing, flawless, beautiful team, know this:

You were the most exciting team to watch this world cup. You broke the world's stereotype of german soccer by bringing on a diverse team with unique players and finally started showing a sense of humor and personalities. We've always been known as the efficient soccer machine that other countries would never THINK of rooting for. But this time around, the way you showed class and humbleness after each win. No drama when you were given unjustified fouls and cards (the world yelled as klose gets a red card, you guys don't even flinch and keep playing *applause*). The way you supported each other and fully showed just how close this team was with your epic bromances (I'm looking at you, ozil, podolski and schweinnie). True sportsmanship and team players. And with your coach looking like a GQ motherfucker on the side lines with his cardigans and scarves. Somewhere between murdering england and shutting them up with 3 more goals before they can whine about not getting that one goal (which they did deserve) and showing how dynamite you all play together instead of opting to act like superstars and not play TOGETHER (like some other teams...), we started rooting for you. And not just us germans, but even bitter england fans started going "well they did beat us... but they beat us well... and argentina... i hope they make the final now", but the press as well. suddenly you were on everyone's lists as not only the best team, but the most deserving. You will be remembered. And everyone is now waiting for euro 2012 to see you all back on the field because they want to cheer for you. You have made new fans with this team of yours. And we love you.

So chin up boys, you are young and just hitting the tip of the iceberg of your future epicness. Muller is 20. TWENTY. this bitch is gonna hit his full potential in the years to come. plus you got awesome players like ozil to mold as well, I love this bitch:

so don't worry mannschaft, it ain't over. we await your epicness with impatience. plus if you're still feeling bummed, just remember, we're waiting for you to come home.

thanks german national team, you made me root like crazy for you and soccer this year.

sincerely,

german pride beaming julia niendorf

EPIC PICTURES ARE EPIC.

poldi, muller and schweinnie bromance, I can watch this for hours and it still makes me laugh for some reason. Muller is all, please work out this lover's spat later, k thanx.

it's okay guys, podolski has a plan to cope with the loss.

muller knows what's up.

lahm, you adorable little man, i support you becoming captain full time.

just hug it out guys.

also, never forgot our wrath argentina.

relish the medal guys!

man love.

klose you incredible specimen, please come back next world up to get your actual record. you won't be THAT old.

that's right boys, show your bromance and those medals.

who says germans can't laugh at themselves?!

"k guyzz we're off to train for euro 2012, see ya!!!!!!!!!"

film and soccer

somebody remind me why i decided to shoot a movie? oh right it's my passion. you know you set off to make a short and you think, yeah it's gonna be tough but it's gonna be awesome. and don't get me wrong, it is awesome, but you forget just how time consuming it is, especially when you are still working full time and don't have the luxury of taking time off work.

either way, it's 4 days before shoot time and for those who don't know, cody bown and i finally got our butts in gear and got forest lawn production underway with it's first project, and our first collaboration that will make be on film. you can follow our production blog for all the adventures that have happened so far. cody and i were pretty much inseparable in film school, and spent many of our broke days lying on my couch at old 2905 eating popcorn and surviving on dr. pepper and cans of tuna. we wrote a lot of weird stuff during those days, mostly due to the fact that we listened to a lot off animal collective and watched todd solondz, larry clark and harmony korine movies. due to that, none of our ideas ever got picked to be made in film school. cody has always been my number one supporter of my writing and has encouraged me not to be afraid to put the weird out there. what was once something always in the back of my mind was unleashed after i met him, and since then i have never been afraid to write what i truly i want. it might not be everyone's cup of tea, but i'd rather write what i love then try to be anything else. it feels really great being reunited with him. i couldn't be more proud that we are doing this together, and to see him emerge as the great director i always knew he was.

but with our awesome producer alexis and our slowly emerging production-coordinator/co-producer - we haven't quite figured out what to credit him as yet - Byron Fudge, the puzzle pieces are almost in place.

the other thing that has been occupying my time is THE MOTHERFUCKING WORLD CUP. it took my dad years to make me interested in soccer and somehow in the last 5 years i have become a full fledged fan. it doesn't help that the german national team is so awesome this year, that i have straight up trouble sleeping the night before they play cause i get so excited. to make this world cup even more awesome, our Director Of Photography that just flew in for our short is none other then our long lost VFS unofficial class 107 teammate James Schlittenhart, who if you didn't guess by his name, has German blood flowing through his veins and a soccer obsession that can't be tamed. Therefor having him here for the Sunday morning match between Germany and England was epic. On a side note, I would just like to say that I managed to screw up James's flight arrival times and ended up high tailing it out of the morrissey on saturday morning (it was 2 am) and cabbed it to the airport to pick him up. we ended up drinking at kits beach till daylight, which is what reunited german friends do.

alas though, on sunday morning at 5:45 am we drank some german beers, put on our german jerseys and waited for byron, drew and rachelle. once everyone arrived and we made poor rachelle chug beer (she's a trooper), we made our way by car to the one german restaurant in town. on our way we drove by an english pub with a line up of england fans outside, so James and I proceeded to climb half way out of the car windows and yell at them. cause we're those people. we then blasted guns n roses while byron looked at us perplexed, which prompted James to state the obvious "see this is why drinking at 6 am is awesome". when we reached the restaurant, it had a huge line up and it was 5 minutes before kick off and we didn't want to risk missing any second of the game, so we gunned it for Byron's apartment.

for those who didn't watch the match (for shame!!!), germany was brilliant, flawless, amazing, precise, etc. their assist goals were something to behold. did england get screwed over from that disallowed goal? of course. that goal was in and should have been counted for. but germany still kicked their asses 4-1 so end of story.

german national team, i love thee.

world's best defender and head bitch in charge philipp lahm thanks you for reading this post.

chunks.

awhile ago, i posted a blog about all my random plane adventures. this past monday, on june 21st 2010, i added another fun adventure to that bucket list.

i puked on the plane.

as in the barf bag, not in the privacy of the bathroom.

i was in calgary this weekend to drinks beers with my padre on father's day, and had to take the early flight back on monday morning to get back to work on time. aka 5 am wake up call (4 am vancouver time) for a 7:15 am flight.

i wish i could tell you the puking was caused by me being hungover and getting a case of motion sickness, but alas, it's way stupider then that. i'll be straight up honest, i forgot to take my birth control the night before so i doubled my dose to stay on track (yes, i'm aware that i am, as zach would say, a retard) fully knowing the extra hormones make me nauseous but i thought for some reason this time that would magically not happen. needless to say i woke feeling funny and it went downhill from there. i ate some toast and had a glass of OJ thinking it would settle my stomach (un-logic german logic, always eat something to feel better). by the time i was waiting to board i was working overtime to stop feeling nauseous.

i got on the plane and beelined for the bathroom. at this point i didn't think i was going to puke, i just wanted the wave of nausea to be over so i did the old splash cold water on the face and take a breather. in the awesomely ventilated small airplane bathroom. i heard the safety announcements come on so i knew i had to get back to my seat for take off. at this point i did feel better so i thought worst case if i feel shitty again, i'll go back to the bathroom in ten minutes once we are in the air. so i went back, buckled up, pointed the little AC fan to my face and tried to relax.

but then, that feeling, that horrible, horrible feeling where you know no matter what happens, IT'S COMING UP AND THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT. i had maybe 2 minutes, MAX before i wouldn't be able to hold it down anymore. i quickly surveyed my surroundings and realized we are in the most awkward moment of the flight for me to do this.

the flight attendants are seated and buckled up, everyone has their ipods/seat tv/computers turned off for this brief moment where we all wait to feel to force of the airplane take off. but that beautiful moment of silence before it happens.

this is when i decided to puke.

i looked over at my unassuming seat partner, i tap him on the shoulder.

me: "excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you, I just wanted to warn you that I am having a wave of nausea and I think I'm going to vomit, so sorry in advance"

him: "oh... okay... do you have the bag in your seat?"

and at that moment, i grabbed the famous barf bag that i have starred at for the almost 19 years that i have been flying and never had to use, and puked. only 2 hefty hurls and that was it. i discreetly sealed the bag and put it under my seat. and then, the plane did his turbo feel the force thing down the runway and we were off.

most.embarrassing.thing.ever

never in my life, did i think i would be one of those awkward people who puke in the barf bags. we hate those people.

at least the guy beside me reassured me that "you were very polite, very discreet". thank you monday morning business man. thank you.

and to further brighten the mood, my favorite bit about airplanes and airports, jerry seinfeld. so painfully accurate if you fly a lot. the first time i heard this i pissed myself laughing.

but he's mysterious.

i recently discovered something that i knew i always did subconsciously but never openly admitted it to myself.

i am obsessed with guitarists.

now me and 50 million other 14 year old girls can say the same thing, with our love of mysterious boys who are tall with dark hair and look down to the ground and write the most sensitive songs but they will never see the light of day cause they're not the star so they'll just have to play out their emotions through a distraught guitar solo.

guitarists: not as cocky and pretentious as the lead singer, not as weird and moody as the bassist, and not as laid-back and naive as the drummer. they are always the perfect amount of selfish, depressed and self-involved for them to break your heart.

i've dated a few musicians but never a full fledged lead guitarist. too dangerous. i also vowed to myself to just stay clear of musicians in general. they always look so good, but man are they a pain in the butt to fall for. am i right girls? you've been there.

anyway, despite all that, boy do i love guitarists. and no matter what concert i go to, my eyes immediately fall to the side of the stage where the guitarist is set up and they usually don't wander anywhere else. i have such a strange fascination with them. i wait for the little moments where they finally look at the crowd and smile, the moments where they sing (guitarists with underrated backing vocals, be still my heart), how many guitar switches they do, everything is interesting to me. the lead singer or anyone else in the band can never entertain me as much as the guitarist.

weird? maybe? yes? whatever.

the last concert i went to, the temper tramp (check em' out live if you get the chance, balls to the wall amazing) my habit didn't betray me. i flew right to our lead guitarist who did not disappoint. even my concert going companion, caely-ann, commented on him: "he's like a more bad ass version of Frodo". indeed he was. and of course the next morning at work, i was right on their website, looking up his bio and pictures to learn more about my new guitarist friend.

Here is a glimpse of some of the guitarists who have stuck with me till this day who i have had the pleasure of seeing live.

jamie hince.

this bitch. this motherfucker right here. pardon my language but this guy is the epitome of rock and roll guitarist. he swaggers on stage with numerous scarves and suggestively looks at his band mate and lead singer (a female) like she's a pice of steak and he's gonna do naughty things to her later. he uses his chocolate barry white voice to sing back up when he feels like it and plays his guitar without much thought, but damn does it sound good. oh and like any rock guitarist should be doing, he's banging a super model, Miss Kate Moss. Jamie Hince, i salute you. and come back to vancouver soon so i can see you shake your skinny ass again.

tom linton

i've always "liked" jimmy eat world. in the sense that i had one of their albums and listened to it on occasion, but when my friend byron invited me to their concert couple years back i was converted to full fledged fan. and one of those reasons being because of mr. lifton. what a great presence onstage. he has a whole aura of loyal faithful bandmate going on, with a touch of but i could be an asshole if you want me to be. awesome player, awesome attitude and most of all, he tapped into one of my weaknesses, a beautiful backing voice. strong and sometimes in my opinion, overshadowing the deeply talented frontman, jim adkins.

dave genn

i can write a whole blog about this incredibly talented individual but i won't. he is my favorite. of all time. words can not describe thy. why him? who knows. but one blistering hot and humid ottawa summer day matthew good band was playing bluesfest (why was the biggest canadian rock band at the time playing a blues festival? still a mystery) and as my friend jen and i waited around for hours and hours for the show to start, complete with random thunder shower where we all got soaked and muddy and standing through the worst.opening.band.of.all.time, they finally hit the stage. and as i was 3 rows back from the stage on the right, i was standing right in front of dave genn. who proceeded to blow my mind. granted i was 15 and this was only my like third live show but something about the way he handled his gibson les paul standard and played around with his 20 pedal set up made my skin tingle. after that concert, i finally picked up the acoustic guitar i had been given for free a year ago and finally took lessons. my teenage years were spent obsessing over him. i scrutinized his every solo and played them over and over. when he left matthew good band, i cried. when he started playing with holly mcnarland live i ran to the calgary stampede to see him. i waited backstage and got him to sign my ticket, he asked me my name and i said julia, to which he replied was his favorite song. i was so excited to be standing in front of my guitar god's presence that i blanked out to what song he was talking about. he tells me, "from the beatles, you know?". i melt into a pile of goo like Amelie, of course. of course i know. IDIOT. i let my obsession die down a bit after i graduated high school. although when i would hear through the grape vine what indie band he was helping produce, i would still go check em' out. finally, years later at the age of 22, caely-ann and i went to the commodore to go see 54-40. i knew that dave had joined the band. i told myself i was gonna go enjoy the night and see a good old canadian rock band, this wasn't about dave. but who was i kidding, i ran to the right part of the stage as soon as i got there and ogled his pedal set up. and out he came and i realized he would always, always be my favorite guitarist. to the point where recently, at the age of 24, my heart skipped a beat at a film premiere where i learned that one of the people involved with the film was his brother James Genn, a director/writer. And although we've lived in the same city for 5 years now, i've yet to see him anywhere but the stage. and that's just the way i like it. dave genn, don't ever change.

ta!

julia gulia

2 hour lunch break

holla!

for those who don't know, i have a knack for finding websites to waste my time. i'm passing these on, so you as well young grasshoper, will have the tools to waste time at work while you wait for your day to end. or any other occasion.

First: http://www.textsfromlastnight.com/

if you haven't discovered this yet, you are in for a treat. basically people send in their funniest/oddest text messages. Some highlights:

(612): i want tt clbm rinabw nd ride uncrn

(952): what?
(612): i wnt tto climb a rainboww and ride a unicornnnnnnnnn

(540): it was 6 in the morning, and you cried until i put mulan in. then you proceeded to say every word, not to mention sing along... stop drinking.

(512): watchout when you come home, dougs at the top of the stairs naked eating doritos

(203): i'm at the st pattys day thing. the bar is packed. they just put on celine dion its all coming back to me now. i'm screaming the words.
(1-203): it's 1 pm.

(757): I understand Curling. That high.

(407): I woke up this morning with a hospital armband on containing all the information off my fake i.d. WTF did we do last night!?!?

(215): we found you eating frozen orange juice with a spoon and then drinking vodka from the bottle.

(706): Almost accidentally stole a baby... explain later

(519): and then she said I drew a line on her forehead with my cum and whispered "Simba"

(757): At McDonald's last night the guy gave you the wrong kind of McFlurry, so you screamed at him, "YOU MCFUCKED UP."

(330): First off: I'm drunk so fuck you. Second: you weren't a bad girlfriend. Tres: thats 3 in spanish. Number 4: fuck 3 Doors Down

(410): can you sing with all the voices of the mountain? can you paint with al the colors of the windddd
(443): wasted?
(410): im pocohantasssss

(570): why did i make a hit list last night containing only McDonalds?
(1-570): you tried to order a magarita mcflurry and when they said they didnt make those you tried to call 911

Second: http://fuckyeahslightlyamusing.tumblr.com/

random pictures that may or may not make you laugh. i started reading this blog and it's stupid but then i find myself chuckling at some of the pics and next thing you know i'm on page 20. ugh.

some gems:

Third: http://www.lamebook.com/

People being stupid on facebook. enough said.

we didn't need dialogue. we had faces.

This morning I was able to leave my desk for 2 minutes to go get a coffee. As I was enjoying the beautiful crisp morning air and sunshine, basking in my refusel to wear my large parachute VANOC jacket and instead sporting my peacoat, I thought, if I were famous, this would be a good paparazzi shot.

Never would this thought have occured if it wasn't for scripted reality TV.

Now before I get into the theory and specifics of that last statement, let me start by breaking down reality TV.

First of all, get over it. To the people who still complain TO THIS DAY about the "demise" of society and our generation because of reality TV, sit down. TV is a choice, either watch it or don't. If you're a parent, turn it off. Of course your kid can sneak away and watch it online and blah blah but honestly, it was the same issue 20 years ago with scripted shows. There is always some show, some song, some movie that is too violent. Reality TV is the same, except it's mindless, stupid entertainment. And just cause MTV is showing a 16 year old who's a teen mom, doesn't mean your duaghter will be pregnant at 16. If she is, I hardly think Jersey Shore is what influenced her. If anything, I watch reality TV and go, lord I hope I am never one of these people. Also, the argument of how we have no art left on TV and this is it blah blah, EXCUSE YOU. There are wonderful shows still on TV. Friday Night Lights, Lost, Big Bang Theory, 30 Rock, Community, Mad Men, Dexter, The Wire (even though it's done now). Remember in the 70's when all they played was game shows? 70's had game shows, we have reality TV.

Now what my statement above refers to is SCRIPTED reality TV, and trust me, there's a difference.

Reality falls into 3 categories for me. These categories come from working in reality tv for the last 5 years and knowing the difference from raw footage.

SCRIPTED COMPETITION REALITY - Survivor/Biggest Loser/American Idol/So You Think You Can Dance/The Bachelor.
These people are in it to win it but mostly have boring personalities so to spice things up, producers will tell them what to say in the interviews so they can build a story. Yes they do get "reality" moments, but if you believe anything that is said in the interview clips, think again.
*** the amazing race is an exception to this. The producers are actually not allowed to talk to the contestants because it's considered cheating, therfore what you see on the amazing race is what you get. which is why it deserves every emmy it has. also, there's no need to try and create drama when you put two people together in a high stress sitaution (ps working for the amazing race was, no pun intended, amazing. wonderful team to work for).

REALITY HELP TV - Sex Rehab with Dr. Drew/Intervention/Extreme Home Makeover.
Shows that try and help and bless em'. Sometimes it's good, something it's a grey area, like with Dr. Drew. Yes he is truly trying to help people, but why would he exploit them by putting them on TV? Oh right cause he gets money. These help shows are... you feel bad for watching someone else's pain and struggle but you can't look away. Most of these are what you see is what you get, but it's scripted in the sense of, lets build a scene. Aka, all those Ty Pennignton moments of "MOVE THAT BUS!!!!!!!!" or Dr. Drew's group sessions.

SCRIPTED REALITY - The Hills/Jersey Shore/Laguna Beach/Peak Season
The creme de la creme of Reality TV. Meaning, why am I watching this showit'ssostupidnothingisactuallyhappeningBUTICAN'TSTOP. Everyone has one of these shows on their guilty pleasure list. It's harmless and honestly, there is nothing to be ashamed of. I feel like scripted reality tv is the sitcom of the 2000's. And why not?

And this is where my statement draws from. Lets get one thing straight, Laguna Beach is what started this, it's the head bitch in charge. It created the term. But what's funny is, IT DIDN'T USED TO BE SCRIPTED. I can say this confidently because I worked on season 2, back when the most involvment a producer had was "hey guys, can we have you walk through that door, we missed the shot" or "hey you guys gonna talk about the party from last night?" after filming them talk about fucking clothes for 3 hours and they are running out of tape. But along came the spin-off The Hills and the producers realized if the show is gonna be focused on only one chick and her bimbo friends, we gotta spice it up. And that's when it got really, really bad. And now, it's painfully obvious that all the people are hired to be standing at this party while reading off a script of "oh my God I can't believe so and so is at this party, what a bitch". It's lost most of it's appeal cause THEY'RE NOT PROFESSIONAL ACTORS, but we still watch.

But back when it was still teetering on being half real, there was a craze where everyone started thinking, man they should TOTALLY do a show about me and my drama. Brent and I would talk about this all the time in Film School. "Fuck the Hills, they should do a show about film school". People started to THINK that other people cared what they did during the day. And then came facebook, and twitter, and countless gossip blogs with minute to minute updates of where Ashton Kutcher was getting coffee from. Granted, I feed into it. I check out gossip blogs and when I'm in LA I can't help but look out for celebs when I'm at said coffee shop that I saw in a picture a couple of days ago. Hence why I'm swaying my hair in the wind thinking, this would be a great paparazzi shot. AM I HIGH?????!!!! No, no one cares who I am or what I do. No one would care what my life would be in film school. No one cares what I'm doing AT THIS SECOND (I refuse to get a twitter account). I have to remind myself of this every day. It's so easy to feed into it. We are accesible to everyone.

AND this is my problem with Scripted Reality TV. It's not the "demise of society" that I have a problem with.

IT'S THE DEMISE OF HOLLYWOOD.

There is NOTHING private about hollywood aymore. It has no mystique. Celebs post pictures of inside the fucking golden globes on their twitters now. Now I know what it's like to stand beside Tom Cruise on the red carpet, or what they serve as food, or how bored Jack Nicholsan looks. All these things that were the mystery of being a none famous person getting the privelege to see a glimpse of the stars when it came to award show season, GONE.
Hey I wonder what Ryan Gosling is doing? Oh he is at a rock show, there he is standing in a crowd. Uploaded instantly from someone's phone to a gossip blog. I know what celebrities are doing 24/7. I see inside their houses. Christ this morning someone posted pictures of Hilary Duff getting PROPOSED TO on a balcony. One of the happiest moments in her life, now public.

Also what defines being a star these days? NOTHING. Fucking bitches from Jersey Shore were at THE GRAMMY's. Why? Who knows! Hey they are on TV, put them on. Popular blogs are invited to discuss things on CNN. lord. Anyone can be fanous now. You got a million hits on your youtube video, well then, lets get you a TV show.

I know what movies studios are making, what scripts producers are reading, who had lunch with who, etc. I know who made out with who at the club last night. Nope not a rumour, here are the pics!!! NOTHING IS PRIVATE.

When celebs from back then write bios or tell all books, they are awesome. Just cause we had NO idea what was going on back then in Hollywood's mystery party machine. Now, don't even bother, I just read about it on TMZ.

It takes the fun out of it. Growing up, wanting to be part of Hollywood, all I wanted was to pearce that bubble into their world. Now though, it's open 24/7.

That being said, I could easily point the finger at reality tv for all of this, but at the same when i sit down on the couch and america's next top model is on, I'll watch it. So I cant stay mad at it for too long.

http://www.thevine.com.au/entertainment/articles/top-ten-most-memorable-reality-tv-moments.aspx

uh oh it's the last day of the year.

New years New years New years. I love it. Don't why cause I've had pretty shitty New Years in the past and only in the last 3 years have they been better. But I love it. And you know what I love even more than getting dressed up and paying for overpriced drinks at a mediocre bar?! REMINISCING.

1) Where did you begin 2009?
On a boat on the ocean in Los Angeles, surrounded by fog, with my boyfriend borderline grind dancing with my mother.

2) What was your status by Valentine's Day?
Still with said boyfriend.

3) Were you in school anytime this year?
Yes, bar-tending school. I now can legally make my friends drunk on a Tuesday night with gin martinis.

4) How did you earn your money?
My expertise, post-production. Un-employment insurance. Now with the Olympics.

5) Did you have to go to the hospital?
Once for my sister while I was in Germany, she had an ear infection.

6) Did you have any encounters with the police?
No! How refreshing ;)

7) Where did you go on holiday?
Berlin, my fave spot in the world. Then Italy, which was heaven on earth. You have not lived until you've ridden on a scooter by the amalfi coast in 45+ degree weather.

8) What did you purchase that was over $1000?
Summer trip to Europe. worth.ever.penny.

9) Did you know anybody who got married?
Yes, good old Dave Sanderson to the always lovely Emily Bolton. Awesome wedding. Awesome couple. There even was Brickhouse.

10) Did you know anybody who passed away?
A lot of people's family dog died this year, which is very sad.

12) Did you move anywhere?
Yup, into the new party/day drinking pad with Franzie.

14) What concerts/shows did you go to?
Nine Inch Nails in Berlin, can't get any better. Okay wait the Kills were pretty good. Oh who am I kidding, Animal Collective blew my brain. again.

15) Are you registered to vote?
Nope, I am an alien.

16) Who did you want to win Big Brother?
stupid question is stupid.

17) Where do you live now?
vancouver, 'tis still lovely.

18) Describe your birthday.
it involved twister, a large cake, party hats, fake tattoos, the fairview and drew and I singing Forever Young very, very loudly.

19) What's one thing you thought you'd never do but did in 2009?
Actually go to Italy. With my boyfriend. Direct something. Semi make it into Crazy 8's after having to change my story/pitch 12 hours beforehand.

20) What has been your favorite moments?
- directing a music video
- randomly escaping to Tofino multiple times.
- lying on a gorgeous beach in Positano Italy with Dan feeding me drinks.
- any day drinking. which was a lot.
- U2 concert and drinking with my dad after.
- not working in july/august and actually taking time to enjoy my summer and vancouver during the heat wave of 2009.

21) What's something you learnt ?
unemployment fucks you up. mentally and emotionally.

22.) Any new additions to your family?
billy mays, the new house cat of dan.

23.) What was your best month?
july!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

24.) What music will you remember 2009 by?
The Kills. The Raveonettes. The Cool Kids.

25) Who has been your best drinking buddies?
franz. alexis. uuuggghhh way too much drinking.

26) Made new friends?
besides getting to know dan's gang even more, it's been the same old crew. which is fine by me :)

27) Best NEW friend?
uhh billy mays?!

28) Favorite Night out?
oh christ. can i even remember them? my birthday was pretty awesome. that night in berlin where i got mad at the african dude. that night at the morrissey while my sister was here where i ran into my old producing teacher peter helm and we talked for like 3 hours. oh wait, here was a good one, byron's birthday in the VIP lounge, p.i.m.p. oh and that random night at barney's with dan and cody, hellz yes, felt like the summer of 2007.

29) Someone you liked ?
yes, i like his cat that's not really his cat as well.

30) have you kissed the one from question 29?
yeah, it's one of my fave things to do.

31) kiss any one of the same sex?
no, it's been tame again.

33) something you look forward to before 2010?
getting that side mirror fixed on my dad's car.........................

34) where will you start 2010?
somewhere with good friends, pints, music and dan for a midnight kiss.

HAVE A GOOD ONE GUYS :)

Ta!

Julia Gulia

sleeping in for 3 months

Have you ever been unemployed? I hadn't been unemployed since I was 13. I started delivering newspapers and never looked back. Making money is awesome. Even after film school I swallowed any pride and worked at Chapters before I got hired in the film/tv industry. When I came back from my awesome euro trip this summer at the end of July and found out that the recession wasn't a myth and had finally hit my production company (which had been my home and life for almost 3 years), I was dumbfounded.

What do you mean, hiatus?

Oh we're getting new shows in December?

Oh wait we're not?

HOLY FUCK.

I decided to forgo any type of panic attack and head straight for the crown bottle and enjoy my time off for the rest of summer. I mean seriously, I'm sure I'll get hired for some other project come september. And I'll be honest, at first I was one of those naive people who was out on a tuesday getting hammered yelling "dude unemployment is AWESOME. I'm on EI, I get money for doing nothing!". Next thing I know it's fucking mid october and I'm finally having that panic attack. Followed by a quarter mid life crisis. See when you're unemployed you suddenly have time to THINK.

What am I even doing with my life?

Where am I going to be in 5 years?

Holy shit I'll be 28 in 5 years!

It's gross. And makes you drink more. But alas, starting November 30th I will be employed. Just in time for Christmas where my extreme holiday cheer kicks in and I buy a bunch of shit which pisses Franz off 'cause I attack him with holiday decorations and music that drives him nuts. At least now I'll be able to afford Bailey's to keep him happy. I have joined the drones and signed up for the Olympic army. At least I'll be working in the department that's sort of up my alley, aka the people who organize all the parties/events/medal/victory ceremonies. My plan to escape the Olympics are now demolished.

Frankly, I will look back at my 3 months of unemployment as quite a memorable time where I learned a few things of myself that I've been ignoring for 4 years because frankly, it's easy to ignore your own issues when wrapped in your daily life routine. But after almost drinking every day and discussing life with your 2 other unemployed friends, some things go "click", for better or worse. So here are some of the things that I've done during my no work period.

- went to bartending school. hopefully I can use my actual right to serve alcohol legally one day. who needs a wedding bartender?!
- used said new learnt drink recipes to entertain people at my house.
- created a make shift air conditioning system with franz during the vancouver heat wave of 2009 by putting a bucket of ice in front of a fan.
- finished my first feature length script.
- learned how to dress like a grown up/lady after numerous franz "you're not going to the morrissey" like that moments. apparently i know how to dress myself now.
- finally started watching mad men, it's always sunny in philadelphia and dexter in full season lengths.
- learnt that using cola, vanilla extract, coffee liquor and vodka makes a mean cocktail at 3 am on a monday night.
- going to tofino to escape quarter mid life crisis helps immensely.
- food on a budget - tomato sandwiches are AWESOME.
- food on a budget - spaghetti with watered down ketchup sauce is AWESOME.
- 13$ rain boots from canadian tire are way better then the expensive shiny designer rain boots.
- buying the cheaper brand of tequila is not though.
- start thinking of ways to make money, franz "we can become high priced escorts", Alexis "we can sell handmade dog balls!".
- day drinking and then taking a gin nap is WAY better then night drinking.
- also jogging and then drinking champagne is a great way to prepare yourself for a job interview at HMV.
- on that note, getting my dream job at HMV... 8 years late.
- wait I just remembered I have to call HMV and tell them I can't work for them.

in the end, unemployment blows but it had some great moments. so therefor, I salute you unemployment and all the ridiculousness you come with. now let us never meet again.

I leave you with my fave character from mad men, roger sterling.

music on reel

the other day i had the rare treat to catch a music video on muchmusic and it was miley cyrus. and it was stupid. now of course you can argue miley cyrus is stupid but honestly, i used to watch music videos from artists that i HATED cause back in the day, music videos were AWESOME. now, not so much. it's either disney friendly or some epic kanye west shit. same old, same old.

music videos were the first things to inspire me to become a filmmaker. i used to have a notebook full of music video ideas. i was a major music nerd/snob in high school and spent my days day dreaming in class listening to my walkman (hellz yes) thinking about how to pair the song with film. i seriously spent about 3 hours a day doing this. i couldn't help it. as soon as i heard a song i connected to, the reels in my head started turning. it also helped that you could turn on muchmusic and waste 4 hours watching music videos. anyone my age (between 20-25) remembers the golden age of music videos. the 90's was the decade for music videos. to elaborate dance sequences, to indie film makers breaking new ground (michel gondry, spike jonze) to rappers making videos that had a bit more substance then naked chicks and booze. I MISS IT.

now i could sit here and pretentiously type out what the BEST videos are, but that's easy. take your pick from michael jackson, radiohead or missy elliot. but this list are my fave videos that left a mark on me, that still have an impact on me, that made me watch muchmusic all day hoping it'll come on and that make me want to be a teen again scribbling in my notebook. lets go!

p.s i omitted any dance videos cause everyone knows i'm a huge dance nerds and there would be like 40 videos on here.

Bush - Swallowed
hey remember when gavin rossdale was hot? this video introduced us to Bush, which is all fine and dandy but this video stuck with me because of the sheer randomness. why is there a girl about to give birth? why is that one chick freaking out in the corner? why is a creepy old lady dancing when gavin starts losing it on his guitar? the lighting and slo-mo pull you in till the end. the parting shot of gavin with the immobile party-goers blew my mind for some reason. this made me want to find a crack addict house party and start moshing.


Everclear - Father of Mine
say what you want about everclear, but don't be hating on art alexakis. guy is one of the most honest and brilliant songwriters. he cuts right into the story and pairs it great with his pop friendly rock. as a pre-teen finally dealing with the aftermath of my parent's divorce, this song hit home and helped me deal. a lot of everclear's songs helped me deal with stuff so they will always have a special place in my heart. they had a lot of great videos like everything to everyone, but this one really shows off their ability to use their video to heighten the story of the song. all their videos were always colorful and memorable.
Father of Mine by Everclear


Smashing Pumpkins - Ava Adore.
This is how you shoot a one shot video. I didn't even dig this song from them (I was more a Siamese Dreams era fan) but this video made me love it. from the crazy art direction in every room billy enters, to darcy's creepy stalker dance, to the pan over the actual set (awesome) and james's creepy makeup, this video is just EPIC EPIC EPIC. you can't tear your eyes away. no matter what i was doing, when this came on i had to watch it. also, billy corgan's creepy nosferatu dancing at the beginning is AWESOME.
Smashing Pumpkins - ava adore


Beastie Boys - Sabotage
What can i say? it's a classic. it riles me up everytime. just brilliant. amazing concept. amazing editing.
beastie boys: sabotage


Prodigy - Breathe
i had no idea this kind of music even existed and this video brilliantly introduced me to the genre and i'm a huge fan of it now. so many great eye candy in this video. it also scared the shit out of me, but i could not turn away. same thing as ava adore, i had to watch the full thing everytime it played. the middle part when the hair grows out of the arm in fast motion still gives me goosebumps. great performance from the 2 leading singers in this band.


Jay-Z - 99 Problems
this is a more recent one but it just proves that jay-z is amazing. also take note pretentious filmmakers, black and white only works properly and has the effect you want when done right. aka with purpose. wait vincent gallo AND a dance sequence?! mind blown. jay-z getting shot down at the end? yeah you are the best rapper alive.


Linkin Park - Faint
another band i usually don't enjoy but blew me away with this video. brilliant concept. a truly fresh take on a performance video. when the camera finally reverses to reveal them it gives me chills. well played.


My Chemical Romance - I'm Not Okay (I Promise)
Shitty band, amazing video. A great homage done to Rushmore that speaks to you. Amazing editing at the end, i dare you not to get riled up from it. awesome acting from the band. emo mcgee's scene with the cheerleader where he pulls out her eyelash is hilarious. actually this whole video is hilarious. great way to debut your band and get people's attention. Teenagers unite.


George Michael - Freedom
I could also make another list of early 90's videos cause I love that era and all it's pop music from it. But this one is so brilliant it would have been number one on that list. George Michael leaving Wham! and going solo was awesomely displayed by the burning of his leather jacket in this video while every single famous supermodel from that time are singing his lyrics. So 90's. so awesome. directed by david fincher!
George Michael - Freedom '90


Matthew Good Band - Apparitions
MGB ruled muchmusic in the late 90's and early 2000's. They put out video after video that played heavily and won them MMVA awards. The craze all mostly started with this one. Like everclear, MGB always used their videos to further show their story and out of all them, this one did it the best. Still gives me chills. Still makes me love Matt Good. Still reminds me what a huge crush i had on dave genn... and still do... WHY DID HE MARRY TAMARA TAGGART?!
Universal Music is a bitch and won't allow embedding so click on the link to see the beautiful music video.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NsljWSslr5s


so there you have it. i left some out, like The Perfect Drug by Nine Inch Nails or any Chemical Brother videos (check those out), but these still hold up as my faves and will cherish them till music videos become completely obsolete. sigh.

ta!

julia gulia

p.s listen to Pursuit of Happiness by Kid Cudi f. MGMT and Ratatat.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nfAR5wKEp4A