Surprised to see the Blue Bombers blow it like that. Ouch! 

Arbuckle.

That was the story.

Strong defence too.

🏈

Eifalcoradaurajamas

Moocentrimopedalli'ancy 🫎

frivolubloctopizansea 🐙

tinkeringlectoplazsazsa

maltimatom-tomnidada

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eivalhalidaybreaquota 

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autobotanic-wit ploddin' 🪴

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hiatuscandidojocosmos🌃

Grey Cup Pick

Toronto Argonauts/Winnipeg Blue Bombers: crisis set in last Saturday when the Argonauts definitively pulled ahead, but that doesn't mean the CFL just shuts down and casually waits for the beginning of next season. There's a story for the Grey Cup anyways a backup quarterback who could inspire legend, Nick Arbuckle getting the start he must be pumped what compelling affairs. Fittingly, in his first start for the Argos in 2021, according to Wikipedia, he defeated the Blue Bombers no less, if he wins this one he could sign for big bucks, meaning his first and last games with Toronto will have led to huge Blue Bomber defeats. I have to admit though, although the Arbuckle story is the most exciting thing for me about this game, with the Jets playing so well, I'm daring to dream this is the year of the 'Peg! And therefore can't shut the Blue Bombers down again this weekend anyways. Good luck to feisty Manitoba. Go Winnipeg Go!

We are Zombies

That would be odd if everyone who had ever lived continued to exist until the end of time, spatial limitations and moribund immortality disproportionately confounding spiritual orthodoxies. 

Build up I say, like in Asia, unless you want one massive sprawling country, covering integral forests nationswide, with no room for resilient animals.

Has there ever been an animal zombie film within which not only humans nexercise livid purgatory, and everywhere you go every living thing that has ever existed regenerates evermore?

It could be related to a celestial deficit where living beings of all kinds are denied an afterlife, the gods furious or dismissive or bored and consequently no longer interested in accepting newcomers.

It could correspond to a disastrous future where ubiquitous pollution has destroyed the environment, while populations both living and dead continue to expand ad infinitum (there's an episode of Star Trek for that! [the expanding population not the pollution {Original Series}]). 

It wouldn't have to be on this planet it could be discovered by adventurers in space, who happen to be carrying a spiritual adviser with them who could slowly detect the absent celesticity.

In the end they could locate extant clerics still in possession of the ancient codes. 

To once again open the doors of Valhalla. 

And gleefully repopulate ethereal equivalencies. 

Condos etc. do seem like the way to go although they may not fit with many cultural narratives, wherein which vast estates and boundless lands occupy definitive prominent theatre.

Whatevs, apartments can fit so many more people and offer multiple stunning wide-ranging views, you can build up and up and up to reach haughty-high-heaven if you really want to.

It must be strange within however waiting for the elevator at times may be frustrating, and if they shut down for a long period of time that could be borderline life-threatening for older residents.

I suppose they would be so gigantic that they would be like small towns of their own, and develop unique genuine multiplicities generally attuned to elaborate social structures.

You could even incorporate dance halls with first rate acoustics and a lively theatre, thus creating self-sustaining enclaves with schools and shopping malls and medical centres.

Planet Zombie still a long ways off note the value of birth control and family planning.

We are Zombies isn't as cataclysmic as some.

But still showcases some classic carnage.

Disturbingly decadent!  

Jubilee

Queen Elizabeth I seeks direct knowledge of the future, and an accommodating angel is summoned, divinely endowed with prophetic precision he graciously enables clairvoyant caricatures, as they travel to a post-apocalyptic future feverishly enamoured with punk rock.

Strange to provide ahistorical comparisons between the alternative social constructs, but whereas the Queen monopolises power way back when, a media mogul exercises similar authority over yonder.

His friends characterize the past with random inspired proclamations, like a series of disgruntled spirited diatribes diabolically manifested through armageddon. 

Puzzling to the astonished Queen who takes it in with modest whimsy, somewhat shocked by the blatant contrasts but otherwise scientifically disposed.

The police have taken to violence and no longer put up with the slightest objection, quickly firing should constructive criticisms ever dare to voice concerns.

People discovered with nothing to do must endure underground lectures on various topics, an audience desired found within the streets where millions remain unemployed.

What can the bewildered Queen then boldly administer amongst her subjects?

To imagine alternative global paths.

Prominently incorporating widespread leisure. 

Treading imaginatively throughout time multivariable presents chaotically mingle, to effectively generate kinetic shards exuberantly coruscating wild endeavours.

Had the Queen spent more time delicately observing the tribulations of her stately epoch, perhaps the sensational uproars may have seemed less grandiose as semantically situated within composite streams.

Thoroughly saturated embellished beacons enthusiastically disseminating jocose hypotheses, not as devoutly determined by chronological forecasts much more individualistically composed. 

Like ye olde Lite Brite or David Lynch's picture to be found in another room, Jarman bedazzlingly creates improvised disharmonies through substantial recourse to extant obscurity. 

With good times endearingly awaiting the shape-shifting collectives in balm and friendship, indeed forging lackadaisical teams to fortuitously treasure infinite subjectivity. 

Carefree and unfortunately at odds with so many disciplined lavish demeanours.

Still unafraid to ebulliently exist.

Brilliant breaching.

Nebulous nerve. 

*Criterion keyword: freight. 

Fata Morgana

Fascinating to hear so many myths imaginatively delineating nimble creation, so many cultures effectively emphasizing dynastic difference enigmatically sewn.

The age of storytelling enduring for millennia it must have been entertaining to listen to such tales, as they transformed and mutated and diversified throughout the casually passing centuries.

At times it seems as if the divergent narratives were inspired by different beings, and that it was potentially several alternative alien visitors who taught different customs around the world.

Or perhaps not different alien groups but the same group over long periods of time, who changed remarkably on their homeworld amongst intermittent visitations.

I've never understood why different cultures are so fussy about creation myths, and why with the advent of international communication it doesn't seem somewhat silly to insist they're true.

To insist they're incredible stories elaborately crafted to be heard again, even more captivating when compared with one another, makes much more sense in my opinion.

Fata Morgana evocatively presents eclectic images from Algerian deserts, and showcases them stitched together while a narrator recites a creation myth.

The myth isn't overflowing with pizazz and didn't generate that much interest, but the random collection of images and entertaining soundtrack made for cool old school accompaniment (Leonard Cohen).

I remember an old working arrangement where I was tasked with encouraging young ones to read, and I showed up one day with a book of myths which we read together for a short period.

The memory stands out because the child was so dismissive at the time, not just of the myths we were reading but of the existence of creation myths themselves.

He was so scientific, I started laughing, I wasn't expecting to hear so much criticism from someone that young.

But you can't count out the feisty Québecois.

Even when they're Anglo like in this instance! 

Storm Boy

An ominous board meeting looms for the former director of a prosperous company, which may result in the industrialization of large verdant swathes of Western Australia. 

He's more or less retired and not that concerned with business as of late, his son leading the woebegone way to widespread inanimate environmental degradation. 

His granddaughter is quite concerned though and at irascible odds with her dismissive father, and as granddad listens to her passionate criticisms his mind begins to impressionably sway.

He begins telling an old school tale of his unorthodox childhood isolated on a beach, where he grew up with his father and three pelicans and a local friendly Indigenous neighbour.

The tale, much like the original, follows young Kingley as he raises the pelicans, his father and friend warm and pleasantly accommodating throughout the non-traditional animal husbandry.

The birds are an active lot whose jaunty forthright exuberant instincts, lead to the acquisition of thousands of pounds of increasingly larger delicious fresh fish.

Unfortunately, bird hunters are near who outrageously kill just to have deranged fun.

But as he trains them they thoughtfully respond.

And a bird sanctuary may be on its way! 🐦 

Plus the deal to alarmingly pollute so much vital Australian land, is suddenly challenged by the swift reemergence of a caring activist and his granddaughter. 

It's a heartwarming familial account of the spectacular bonds forged between different species, and the ways in which so many animals can forge lifelong ties with us if raised from birth.

Look to the energetic Moo Deng who recently captured the world's attention, or at manifold other online videos delicately telling similar stories. 

Not just when humans are involved, one video depicts a leopard raised by a cow, who still returns to visit her years later, intense congenial interactive love!

I didn't think this version of Storm Boy would be like a reimagining of the original, which I strongly encourage curious peeps to synchronously check out if you've got time.

The new version's good, don't get me wrong, but the original shouldn't be overlooked by any means.

It's much more independent and ingeniously realized a genuine masterpiece to be widely shared. 

🎄🎅🤶⭐

Osnovni ležajevi. Lzuzetan integritet. ukrajinska nepremostivost. 

Moli se za mir u Gazi.

Have to admit, my thoughts have strayed to the election of Bernie Sanders 4 years ago, rather than Biden. 😓

Broncos! 🏈

Tough loss today, but the team played really well. 

Bo's numbers were solid for his first game versus the Chiefs. 

The defence kept it close. 

Nice!

Rulmenti esentiali. Integritate excepțională. Insurmontabilitatea ucraineană.

Ne rugăm pentru pace în Gaza.

Pulsardonaeroriddick-lit

Pandemoaniumbrage-sedge 🪴

discernmentalismandrake-meds

unfeditable schloc'king-brobra 

serpenultinostrum-closa 🐍

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sphagnumbrusselsproutlaituptake

hibéarnaisculpitfall-flumey 🐻🪶

hivericosignestudie 🪺

nerotis'series ti(n)sanely 🫖

calarugurillapincy 🦍🥗

ivanguarded enterrible

symptraumatic nadir-Nietzsche

cha-grilla what's done is done

hififa'lutin woebegone 

more like the Middle-East becomes

a nation once peaceful and fun.

CFL Playoffs, Finals Round

Toronto Argonauts/Montréal Alouettes: who knows how to pick these games, but there's a pattern when Toronto shows up in Québec, vain boasting, wild grandstanding, feigned courage which covers up a lack of understanding. Perhaps letting the Argos score early to make them feel like the American model is working (as Lord Durham weeps), may generate rewards as the game progresses and their false sense of security is incrementally exposed. With such incremental exposition, Montréal's offense can effectively accelerate, as they did in Week 4 this season, embracing victory by a score of 30-20. Toronto also scored 58 last weekend and often an offensive explosion one week is followed by frustration the next. The Als are coming off a solid bye week constitutional. And should indeed teach Toronto another lesson. Picking Montréal at home! 

Saskatchewan Roughriders/Winnipeg Blue Bombers: there's no doubt that excellence has resoundingly accompanied Mike O'Shea's Blue Bombers resiliently for years, as the last 4 Western Finals have exceedingly demonstrated Winnipeg is back on top of the West. Calgary seemed to be destined to rule for stampeding decades early on dismissively, but a team finally dug in deep and found a way to outperform them when it seemed impossible (note Bo Levi Mitchell's solid numbers in Hamilton this season). Recent events have uncharacteristically proven to stick with the front runner when making predictions, but it seems like we're back on Canadian and Québecois soil where driven decision making may make less of a fortune.  Thus, in 2023, it was no doubt legendary to see Fajardo face Collaros, and efficiently redeem his noteworthy prowess by leading Montréal to a Grey Cup Win. But wouldn't it also be phenomenal if he could defeat Saskatchewan in the heralded game? That intense potentiality too much to dismiss. Picking the Roughriders tomorrow. 🏈

Raising Arizona

At times, the constructive benefits of living a dull yet productive life, fail to impress the potentially high-rolling illicit transgressive provocative crowd.

But enduring grace ironically saves an awkward confused convenience store thief in Raising Arizona, as he falls in love with a beautiful cop who takes his picture every time he's brought in.

He eventually wins her hand and they soon swiftly realize they're indeed somewhat married, and therefore expected to responsibly nurture uptight consistent bourgeois contingencies.

Things take a grandiose maladroit turn when friends from the joint come a' humbly calling, however, having escaped and in need of a place to slyly hold up for the foreseeable future.

It's even more intuitively stern since H.I and Ed were unable to have children, yet recently noticed that a furniture salesperson's wife had just had quintuplets on down the road.

They then managed to acquire an active son through ill-gotten-improvised lacklustre means, yet in their attempts to forge a legitimate family were ill-prepared to accommodate felons.

With bounty hunters in search of the youngster and the destitute guests planning a lucrative heist, the conjugal duo just tries to raise junior and function as respectable husband and wife.

A tumultuous tale effervescently bound to inordinate cascading of diligent degrees, effectively unable to immersively ameliorate as chaotic circumstances diabolically dishevel. 

Comedic instincts wildly disseminating a lack of balance and cohesive structure, the cultural rules and abrasive regulations perhaps too stable for such ways of life.

Alas the embrace of dependable codes can seem inalienable when viewed from a distance, but if attempting to randomly realize them you may encounter highfalutin infrequencies. 

Consulting a laidback professional such as a marriage counsellor or family planner, may lead to less outrageous conduct should you have difficulties succeeding as one.

H.I and Ed don't really seem like readers but there are television shows and documentaries that can also help.

Note that they're both striving to make things work.

And likely doing a better job than ye olde Kermode. 

Is it too late to be electrifying roads?

What if hydrogen-powered cars become the norm in 10 years? 

Then we wouldn't have had to electrify so many vital roadways!

But, if electrifying roads creates tens of thousands of decent jobs in the meantime, it may be a good thing regardless.

🤔 

Rolamentos essenciais. Integridade excepcional. Intransponibilidade ucraniana.

Orando pela paz em Gaza.

  

Niezbędne łożyska. Wyjątkowa integralność. Ukraińska nie do pokonania. 

Modlimy się o pokój w Gazie.

Once more, if Trump goes off the rails again, please don't start another pandemic. I don't care what you say, Trump is not as bad as another freakin' pandemic. 

No more pandemics, please.

Roulements essentiels. Intégrité exceptionnelle. Insurmontabilité ukrainienne. 

Prier pour la paix à Gaza.

Whale Rider

A variable balance between genders and races effectively applied to the function of management, has always seemed natural to me from the observant standpoint of a democratic citizen.

That is, if you had efficiently demonstrated that you were reliably capable of leadership, through either education or work experience but preferably a combination of the two, leadership positions should be potentially open to you should you seek to manage or lead, one specific group shouldn't monopolize power if your country's multiculturally composed (I'd rather write books myself).

It's basic math ethically driven that honestly rationalizes open-minded executives, and if women make up around half the population, there should certainly be far more female managers.

It's statistically improbable that such a vast group wouldn't regularly put forth strong leadership candidates, many of whom would be able to represent large in-depth swathes of the general population.

In Whale Rider, Paikea runs into trouble when her by-the-book grandpa seeks to train a new chief, for the rules strictly specify that only male children can dependably fill the proactive role.

She demonstrates courage, intelligence, and resolve but is consistently thwarted by gender based stereotypes, which stubbornly refuse to realistically yield to the undeniable strength of her versatile wisdom. 

Her grandpa's a piece of work and still turns a blind prejudiced eye, even as she outperforms the male recruits and characteristically erupts in spiritual song.

But he changes, he eventually sees the ill-gotten errors of his obstinate ways, the healing power of imaginative nature ushering in a new power dynamic (she totally rocks it 🐋🐳).

Who knows what will happen tomorrow but you couldn't have a worse male presidential candidate, who represents nothing but privilege and wealth and is clearly insane from multiple viewpoints.

Trump's favour could change overnight because he thought a trashy sitcom had a secret message, meant only for his attentive mind to bluntly decipher on X that evening.

Kamala Harris applies logic and reason and utilizes advisors when making decisions, the U.S having many of the best in the world why would you dismiss them in favour of snake charmers?

She's much younger and evidently more reasonable as clearly showcased by Trump's refusal to debate her a second time.

She's a genuine classic strong leader.

Wielding the finest open-minded tradition.

Go Kamala!

Go Kamala Go!

Why shouldn't Trump be the next President?

It's obvious, it's so obvious that it feels ridiculous having to say it, and a lot of people are simply dumbfounded that there's still actually a chance he might win, when he instigated an attack on the Capitol Building, that left several people dead.

It was insurrection, a violent and deadly debacle that was brought about by a coward's inability to accept that he lost an election, fair and square, to his rival, Joe Biden. 

And that's the main reason, among many, that I don't like him.

He sets the worst possible example for people. 

When you lose, you lose, you have to accept it and embrace the next challenge, you don't whine like a baby and pretend like the results were tainted, like 5 year old children don't even do because even they have more sense than that, you accept the irritating results, dig in deep, reconstitute, and move on. 

But Trump didn't accept the results, the results stating that he lost to Biden in 2020, and that's dangerously ignorant, and the Republican party should have consequently tossed him out.

Children should be learning to accept losing with grace and dignity. It's part of life. It's a shitty part of life, but you've gotta deal with it, there's no other freakin' way, people who pretend like they didn't and make up insane lies to prove their points are destructive lunatics who shouldn't be supported.

Trump lost in 2020 and then he couldn't take it so he organized an insurrection.

This person should not be a presidential candidate.

He should be in a lunatic asylum.

Or living in exile in North Korea. 

Harrumph.

  

Essential bearings. Exceptional integrity. Ukrainian insurmountability. 

Praying for peace in Gaza.

Wrestlin'

No monarchs, kings, no autocrats

the open-minded sublime path

complete with public consultation

democratic restoration

Trump thinks he can rule alone

with toadying flattering drones

monopolized decision making

madness clearly obfuscating

rather than an upbeat team

who work together reasonably

it’s Trump the goon all by himself

making mistakes errors no doubt

limitless misunderstood things

stubborn hard-hearted misery

choose warmth Kamala’s agile mind!

the honest passionate entwined

resiliency.

CFL Playoffs, Semi-Finals Round

Ottawa Redblacks/Toronto Argonauts: after a four-year period which saw no less than 3 Grey Cup appearances, the Redblacks fell on hard times and failed to make the playoffs for several years. But 2024 saw them regroup formidably and ecstatically enable victorious momentum, leading them back to the CFL postseason to face the stalwart Toronto Argonauts. They faced each other twice this year and came to a split decision, this Saturday's matchup the lauded determinate rubber elastic inaugural gateway. Toronto's seen success as of late and played rather well last year, but came up short versus the resurgent Alouettes who then gracefully ascended to Grey Cup contention. The Argos no doubt seek to make up for that surprising disappointing loss, they were indeed the heavy favourites, and fell far short of rudimentary expectations. But Ottawa has luck on its side and the unabashed fortunes of maverick maelstroms. I'll pick them in a close thrilling vacuum. Where either team has plenty of opportunity. 

B.C Lions/Saskatchewan Roughriders: the B.C Lions are coming off back-to-back wins in the Semi-Finals round versus the Stampeders, seeking to once again play for the Cup which they haven't hoisted since 2011. Things have been grim for the Lions since embracing victory over a decade ago, with only 3 playoff wins since that championship they're no doubt excessively fraught and liturgically ravenous. The Roughriders have missed the playoffs for two years which is rather surprising, considering their dedication the best fans in the league (outside of Montreal and Hamilton) an organization that seeks destined paramount ascendency. They played twice in 2024 splitting their matchups like Ottawa and Toronto, but Saskatchewan dominated in their most recent meeting with a commanding 39 to 8 crafty blowout. Further, B.C picked up 5 of its 9 wins by the end of week 6 way back when in the summer, only 4 wins thereafter, that's not an awe-inspiring total. The Roughriders have won 4 of their last 5 and they're playin' at home with no dome creature comforts. It's not lookin' good for the heralded Lions. Hopin' it's close. Pickin' Saskatchewan. 

Mr. Smith Goes to Washington

A dam to be built the extolled generation of highly valued hydro-electricity, delicately proceeding corrupt politicians buying up land people don't want to sell.

A fly in the ointment, one of the senators they're in cajoled cahoots with suddenly passes, leaving their state minus one representative in America's highest law making body.

They need somegarrulousone to fill the woebegone glum vacant seat in the Senate, but also have to make sure he won't accidentally clog their hydraulic ambitions.

The enshrined candidate knows little of politics and indeed closely resembles a naive backwoodsperson, with the highest ideals no belittling doubt but lacking in direct argumentative traction.

He understands to uphold the rights of his fellow Northern citizens indubitably, however, and after learning of the ill-gotten-purchases refuses to endorse the people pulling the strings.

They unleash a smear campaign in turn complete with inspired fraud at the highest levels.

Flabbergasted and indiscreetly crestfallen.

He digs in deep then strings them along.

I've heard about this film all my life it was often referred to on '90s TV shows, but I never actually saw it till now if you like film history there are limitless enticements.

It only concerns one state but the level of corruption fits current scenarios, where a disgraced autocratic presidential candidate seeks to do the same thing with the entire country.

Trump has no respect for law or the honoured traditions that have built up the U.S, and indeed enabled his wild way of life to such an insanely shocking degree.

He has no respect for anything apart from himself and his crazy belief in his unsung omniscience, after erring again and again at the highest strict levels of lauded good governance. 

He'll try to do what the corrupt politicians do in Mr. Smith Goes to Washington with the entire country, and cut down any honest person legitimately reminding him of the constitution.

Totalitarianism is brutal even when gifted high-minded people govern.

It's much worse when fools don't know what they're doing.

And they demand absolute obedience.

Governing a volatile nation isn't like starring on a trashy sitcom.

You need intricate arguments that people aren't writing for you.

Not the random gut-instinct of a vicious goon.