Friday, August 28, 2009

FAN Expo 2009 Day one


The Tron Legacy lightcycle

There was a "TRON Legacy" show and tell in room 717 at the Fan Expo today. The highly secret event required all people going into the presentation room to release their cell phones and cameras to security guards. They took your gear and stashed it into a numbered ziplock bag. A ticket stub with the matching number was then given to you. You were then subjected to a metal detector and a frisk down.

With all that trouble of getting into the room we wondered if it was going to be worth sitting through this thing. We were an hour early and already the room was half full (maybe 200 people so far). The main demographic seemed to consist of people in their 30s. They looked like the comic book welding programmer types. You know, the guys that were losing their hair, are wearing jeans and a T-shirt, with running shoes and sporting a bit of a belly. The only thing missing would be the pager, cell phone, magnetic door pass/ID badge, combo.

These are probably the same guys that played the Tron arcade game when they were kids and watched the world of computer graphics explode over the years. Yeah, thems good people and me with my friends, Norman and Ian, fit right in. It's a difficult concept to think the movie was out 27 years ago. Geez.

The presentation was pretty cool. The audience was shown concept drawings, preliminary computer generated renders, the movie trailer that's available online, a sneak peek at some live sequences taken at Flynn's arcade, and some behind the scenes slow motion footage of the new video game warriors stunt tests. The stunt tests were super cool. I can't really explain it here to do it justice. Just think of guys jumping around (really high) doing somersaults in the air then throwing the Tron donut (yes, the frisbee is sooo 80s) all shot at 500 frames per second (or super slo mo) and without spring boards or wires!!! Just based on that I wanted to go see the movie.

Co-Producer Justin Springer, who was wearing a "Flynn Lives" T-shirt, answered some Q&A at the end. Things we found out... It's true, Daft Punk is going to succeed Wendy Carlos and will be doing the music for the new film. Both Jeff Bridges and Bruce Boxleitner will reprise their characters in the movie. Stephen Lisberger, the original director of Tron, is involved with the new movie (but he's not directing it). Will Journey have music in the movie? We're not sure, although the sneak peak footage of Flynn's had Journey playing in the background. The movie will also be in 3D, the 3D requiring you to wear those glasses!!! wowee!

Tron, when it originally came out in 1982, although it did mediocre at the box office and was boring to other kids, made an incredible impact on me personally. Before my interest in Roller Derby, shooting the glamour of catwalks, the craziness of rock concerts, before my career in photography, there was a time where I was fiddling with the idea of computer animation and making stories. I was 14 and was creating small animated films using Dad's super 8 camera.

Around the same time there were some primitive animations on the PET distributed by Cursor magazine, various programs that you loaded off of cassette tape. Some of the programs included animated adventures of Fuzzy and Wuzzy, two characters made out of astrisks (ascii characters), who went to the moon, hawaii, etc. It was computer animated story telling in it's primitive form.

I liked those little animations and thought it would be great to make some myself if only to get away from the one week turn around of getting the super 8 film developed from Kodak. Which now that I think about it was pretty fast. That included shipping AND the developing time.

Also film cost money. I think it was five dollars for two and a half minutes of film. That was a lot of money back then (to a kid anyway). Computer animation could be played back in real time. You could see what you had done instantly. That was the dream anyway.

In reality the coding took longer than expected and I ended up wondering if it was all worth it. That's when Tron came out. It was a film that justified my obsessive collecting of all and any books or magazines on the subject of 3D computer graphics. From the architectural article of Evans and Sutherland in Scientific American to the IEEE Computer Graphics and Applications magazine with the monthly column by James Blinn. I attempted to collect and absorb all the information I could come into contact with regarding this new form of technology.

I loved computer animation back then, the shiny metallic, plastic looking shapes and images. Movies after Tron seemed to come out one right after another. The Last Starfighter, the Genesis project from the Wrath of Khan... and then the unthinkable happened.

Lawnmower man was released in the theaters, the ugliest form of CG to come out at the time. Everything was busy and over textured. The art of computer animation was becoming stale and crappy. In my head, The people that loved doing the work were being replaced by accountant types creating crap to make a quick buck and cash in on this new trend. There didn't seem to be as much care put into the art anymore.

Attending Siggraph (special interest group on computer graphics - yes that's how nerdy I am) conferences over the years also reflected this. The first year I went to a Siggraph conference was in Dallas. It was 1990. Everyone I met that year seemed super uber keen on whatever they were doing. From small animations, to creating lenticular photos, to 3D knee simulations. You could tell the people loved what they were doing just by the enthusiasm in their voice and the wild arm movement. The high light was getting my foot accidentally stepped on by James Blinn while waiting at the bus stop. (I named my pet hamster after the guy)

As the years passed, the people attending Siggraph changed. The hippie that was coding cool stuff just because he could was being replaced by booth babes and guys in suits. There were less people on the floor that actually did any coding. Seeing the booth babes in the conference was great eye candy even if their main function was to get the nerdy guys interested in whatever the product they were selling no matter how much that product was unknown to them. But for the most part the nerdiness and spirit was gone, there were more sales people concentrating on the dollars, or selling other peoples work. The love for the art of coding and computer graphics was gone.

There was the exception. One company in particular stood out. A company that brought out it's own rendering engine. It was Pixar with renderman. You could tell there was something more going on at that company than just trying to make a quick buck. Attention to detail, custom coding, talking to the people that worked there (people like Dan). It was amazing.

Since then there have been a lot of computer graphics in movies and TV but it's rare to see anything spectacular anymore. We're so used to CG in our movie going entertainment. Terminator 2 was one of the last live action movies that comes to mind where I thought "Oh wow cool and holy crap".

You know a visual effect was great when they over use it in commercials and bastardize it. Visual effects and computer graphics in the hands of accountants and people that really don't understand the use of it. Like morphing instead of using a cross dissolve or the 3D bad boy commercials. If you haven't seen the Bad Boy commercials then consider yourself lucky. Ugh.

Pixar is the only company that brings out films on a regular basis with amazing computer generated graphics. I'm not saying that because of Dan, I'm saying that because the CG looks great and it's well thought out. Great art direction, nice composition, good use of the medium. I love that stuff. Watching those movies brings me back to the early days of Tron and the magic of the 25 cent arcades, back when computer graphics were being done by all the geeky people that loved it so much that they spent hours into the night coding new code. All just to show us something new. That's the magic of it all.

As for Tron Legacy, will I see it? Of course I will. Just for the reminiscing value alone it'll be worth it.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Photos and tooth


View from Leona and Adam's apartment

I spent the day working on the final touches for the delivery of Leona and Adam’s photos. That wedding that happened all those days ago. The netbook originally being a band-aid solution to my laptop blowing up had now become my main photo editing machine. Who knew? The finalized sifting and sorting and color correcting, it did it all except maybe a tad slower.

My toothache had become less painful. Oh yeah, did I not mention my tooth started giving me shooting pains yesterday? Uh, no. Probably why there's no blog entry. I was rolling around in pain. Woke up with the lower jaw throbbing. It was hard to think about anything else. Not sure what happened. I was fine when I went to sleep the night before.

Just to be sure it wasn't some random temporary oddity I spent the day seeing if it would go away. Sleeping most of the time and waking up to see if I could eat anything. It didn't go away and I didn't eat much. It was still bothering me today but to a lesser extent. Maybe the nerve that was being triggered was getting dulled. It only annoyed me while eating or talking. I managed to make an appointment with the dentist tomorrow for 3pm. Yay!

I also managed to get over to Leona and Adam's to deliver the photos.

Monday, August 24, 2009

School of Fart


"Uh, hello? This is a design school right?"

On my way home from working on "Turn the beat around" some movie for MTV I noticed this poster on the subway wall. I realize I'm treading the realm of Beavis and Butthead but really, I can't be the only one that sees that, can I?

What kind of makes this more funny, to me, is that it's an advertisement for a design school. How did that get past the uppity ups? Then again it's working. I wouldn't have posted this otherwise. Free advertising for them... maybe they're smarter than we think? Nah.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Sunday Sleep and Chicken Soup


Chicken soup made in a crock pot (slow cooker)

I spent most of the day sleeping. While I woke up at 7:00am, it was still too early to meet everyone for the Detroit/TORD brunch. I needed to do stuff and stay awake for another 3 hours. I jumped on working on some wedding photos to pass the time.

While letting the computer batch process some color correction schemes I set up I went back to bed to lie down. To rest my eyes. Yeah sure. I opened my eyes five hours later at 2pm. I missed the brunch.

The highlight of the day ended up with me going grocery shopping. Specifically to pick up ingredients for making a chicken noodle soup from scratch. It would be another crock pot master piece. Some chicken, celery, carrots, mushrooms, onions, chives, garlic, and pasta all thrown in with some water.

12 hours later... presto chango... chicken soup.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

ToRD vs Detroit


MegaBouche waves to the camera

More accurately it's ToRD's CN Power (travel team) vs the Disassembly Line from Detroit. The Detroit girls had just come in from Hamilton where they scrimmaged last night with the Hammer City Roller Girls. Along with them came some of the Hamilton girls to cheer them on.

I should be noted that while small in numbers (and some in size) Hammer City can be pretty vocal and loud when they want to be. Up against the ToRD fans they're like the fans made with the genetic make up of Spartan warriors only in vocal form.

Ivy Rupted alone could take on the whole room by herself. I know. I've seen it done. This is one of the reasons why Hammer City loves her.





AK coaches the Detroit girls


Pre-game warm up.


Girls from the Hammer come to Toronto to cheer on Detroit


The Detroit bench





Cranky Pants gets the crowd going


A whip


A beeramid


D-minus talking to the Hammer City Fans


A pyramid for the Disassembly Line with Ivy on the top.


Land Shark


Candy Crossbones skates the outside around the pack






Me and the super cool Detroit photographer Colin (www.whimshot.com) tonight's 50/50 draw winner.


Furious George excited about the win.

Final Score
CN Power 122
Disassembly line 90

Friday, August 21, 2009

Queen Street West


Emmanuel aka Motivatorman at Starbucks

Woke up pretty early in the relative scheme of things. Met up with Emmanuel at a local Starbuck’s. When ended up at the trendy coffee place because our usual haunt, the Stem, was closed. Closed why? Don’t know. It seemed to have that under construction look to it as I wandered by.


Bird house? When did that get placed there?

After doing a bit of catch up. I spent a few hours walking down Queen street. It’s been a while since I visited that neighbourhood. There was a bird house added to the local tree stump, a Bad Girls sign, and Pages shutting down.


Hmmm.


Pages closing at the end of the month.

Pages is one of those stores that I’d go to look at coffee table type photography books. They also had a great magazine section for fashion, more diverse selection than that of Chapters or Indigo. The books were all 30% off. I saw a think magazine (about $30) covering London fall/winter fashion. I think it included Tyoko, Paris and Milan as well. I missed London Fashion week this year. Looking through the book reminded me of all friends in London I hadn't talked to in a while and the designers collections that I didn't get to photgraph. Like the store closing, it was a bit depressing.


Goat Roti at Coconut Grove

This led me to walk up to the coconut grove. A restaurant that I used to eat at while going to Ryerson. They've moved since then and are located on Dundas just east of University. I ordered the goat roti.

It was a lot softer than I remembered. Still tasty, but soft.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Hurricane Bill


Camera color correction set to daylight. This is the actual color of the sky.

Spent most of the day installing photo software on to the netbook. With the laptop in the shop I would quickly get behind on my photo sifting, editing, posting, It’s been two and a half weeks since RollerCon and I’m still sifting through those photos! On top of that there’s still wedding photos from the previous month that I’ll have to deliver soon. (I'm actually surprised Leona hasn't bugged me for them yet)

News about a storm approaching Atlantic Canada by the name of Hurricane Bill was on the television. As we’re not really that close, we’re not close at all to the Atlantic ocean, news of the hurricane is just news. At least until a bunch of clouds descended on to our city showering us with horizontal rain. The Durham region had a tornado touch down causing a bunch of damage. As for us who were living downtown, we experienced really weird lighting.


Pumpkin left out in the horizontal rain

It was like an orange gel had been put over everything. I looked out the window with Martina, my downstairs neighbour, and then went outside just to make sure what I was seeing was correct. It wasn’t some weird glaze that was put on our windows.

It really was yellow/orange, like the sun became a large tungsten light bulb. Pumpkin who had been left out looked pissed off. Soaked to the bone the cat meowed “Why me? “ and then the “Do I get food for experiencing all this?”. At least that’s what I’d imagined he was meowing. I’m no cat whisperer, but the cat seems to have a one track mind.


The lawn is wet

I walked around the front lawn taking photos, then took the cat inside to dry him with a towel, then placed the cat back outside.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

The Drop off


Roger with his crazy macro lens camera

I finished backing up the laptop and brought it into the Computer Systems Center. It's wasn't my first choice as far as computer stores go as they've done some pretty bad things to me in the past. However they were the only Toshiba authorized repair shop in the city that I could find. (Note: searching the Toshiba online database does not bring up the store - I should have took this as a hint not to bring my laptop there)

My guy behind the desk who took my computer seemed okay. In fact better than okay. After listening to my description of the problem he figured it was possibly a combination of dust build up and the heat of the room that messed up the computer. Since the computer still booted and worked for about 20 minutes he deduced that it was a heat issue. Made sense to me.

I left the computer, much like a parent leaves their toddler at day care for the first time, thinking that the laptop is in good hands and I shouldn't worry.

I wandered over to Monster Records to say "Hi" to Roger.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Laptop Backup


Using the new netbook to back up files from the laptop drive.

Spent the entire day backing up and reorganizing data from the laptop hard drive. Did not see the light of day. Boo.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Big Fat Burrito


Chicken Burrito at Big Fat Burrito

It should be known that before one takes their computer (or in this case laptop) in for repairs one should do as much as possible to back up any data that's on the computer. This way A) the service center can do whatever they want to the computer without you losing data, B) they can't take your data for the use of bad things like identity theft, C) your data doesn't end up on the internet without you knowing about it (like that photo of you drunk at that wedding standing in the washroom with one foot in the toilet - yeah you know what I'm talking about). If that photo makes it to the internet you should get full credit for putting it there not someone else.

The process of back up can be long and tedious. My computer went down a week ago. It's taken me this long to find the time to go to assess what's gone on and visit a computer store. Specifically to get backup drives, memory and other things to swap into the laptop just to make sure everything I can do to fix it or narrow down the problem.

Computer repair places usually charge by the hour and if they don't it's easier for them to know if the memory is bad than just dropping the computer in their laps saying something is wrong.

My visit to Canada Computers was quick. I picked up some replacement parts and went to look for food. I ended up at Big Fat Burrito, picked up a large chicken burrito, then bumped into Nikki from the Death Track Dolls.


Nikki from ToRDs Death Track Dolls


A bumper sticker that made me laugh

After eating the burrito I returned home to spend the rest of the day working on the laptop.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

New Skids vs Queen City


The Hamtrealto Superfriends

The New Skids on the Block or known today as the Hamtrealto Superfriends played a game against the Queen City Roller Derby Girls today in Buffalo, make that North Tonawanda. After playing against Hamilton yesterday some of the Skids had to head back to Montreal. So in order to fill up the roster some girls from Hammer City and Rebel Rock-it from Toronto donned the New Skids uniform for the day.

The Hammer City contingent consisted of Eduskating Rita, Perky Set, and Big Tickets. Us non-skaters (at least for today) and the entire cheering section for Hamtrealto were Jett Girl, Son of a Bitch, and me sitting right in the middle of the room between corners two and three. The rest of the venue was packed with Queen City fans. Loud, crazy, fun, fans!


Queen City Roller Derby Girls

It was times like this where I wished we grabbed Paul Bearer from singing karoake this morning to go with us. His set of lungs would have been great here. The game was close with Queen City trailing Hamtrealto after the first period by only 6 points. While in the lead the cheering Queen City fans muffled us considerably. Once Hamtrealto pulled ahead the venue was silent with the exception of Jett Girl, Son of a Bitch, and I screaming our heads off that is.

There were some really good plays. At one point Jess Bandit and Nameless Whorror were the only two Hamtrealto skaters on the track, they sped up making it difficult for the Queen City jammer to score. Jett Girl and I shouted "go, go, go!!! SKATE FASTER!!!", "Yay Skids!"


Tommy Toxic, Null Ptr Ref, and Pat Smear


Perky Set (pi)


Ninja Simone (23)


Ace Bandage, her last game as a ref.


Lip Service (360) speeds around the track as lead jammer

During the game Eduskate wowed us with two jams where she scored the whole four points in each jam. “Go Rita!!” we yelled as she skated by. My voice was starting to go. I should stick to using noise makers or the duck whistle.

Despite the pain of losing my voice both Jett Girl and I were screaming at the top of our lungs for most of the second period. “go, go, GO!!!”, "Go Eduskate!!", “Go Perky!!”, “Go Tush!!!”. I don't think I've ever cheered louder at any other game. There were only three of us and we had to make up for all of Hamilton, Montreal and Toronto that were missing the game. Channelling that I yelled my last "GO MONTreaaaaah...". My voice died.

The turning point in the game was while the jammer for Queen City was in the penalty box. Georgia W. Tush was jamming and scored 15 points. 15 points with her bad knee and after recovering from the party the night before. 15 points with her jamming most of the game because Hamtrealto only had 9 players to Queen City's 14.


The Hamtrealto wall


Perky Set (pi) makes her way through the pack


Eduskating Rita (2009), lead jammer


Lip Service (360) manoeuvres around Rebel Rock-it (7)


Georgia W. Tush (40 oz) skates like a machine





Georgia W Tush attempting to pass on the outside

Final Score
Queen City Roller Girls 69
New Skids on the Block 85

"Yea!!!!!". I think I started to tear up.


The Hamtrealto SuperFriends and the Queen City Roller Derby Girls


Same as above but with with refs and the cool announcers!


Icing the injured leg. "I'm surprised it didn't fall off."

Post game celebrations were held at the after party in the same venue. This was nice and convenient as the Hamtrealto skaters were tired and had a long trip back to Montreal, Hamilton and Toronto. Any time saving measures getting to the after party was appreciated.

The Queen City Roller Derby girls had a nice buffet type style spread of salad, pasta and meatballs. I was impressed that they let the visiting team, us, have first crack at it. They were great hosts.


Yummy eats courtesy of the Queen City Roller Derby Girls.


Refuelling for the long trip back to Montreal


The drink counter









After chowing down it was back on the road. We said good bye to the Montrealers who had a seven hour trip ahead of them, got in the pick up truck and returned to Toronto.


Fireworks at the US/Canada border


We are here.

On the Road to the Rainbow Rink

Got up at 6am this morning. My hour long limited amount of sleep was made even shorter by hearing people downstairs singing to rock band. Specifically the song “Lean on me” with the main vocals being thrown around by Paul Bearer. His voice resonated around the upper floors of the house with the help of backup vocals from a bunch of the other sloshed and musically unidentifiable guests.

Surprisingly I actually felt like I had good sleep. The bed helped. For someone that slept from 5am to 6am, I was alert, could see clearly, and had a schedule to adhere to. The next step was to see if Rebel Rock-it would wake up. This task was given to Charlotte Bruise-a-lot who was still awake, she offered to go into the room where Rebel was sleeping to see if she could get her out of bed.

Rebel and I had to make the journey back to Toronto and double back to go to Buffalo. Why? Because I left my passport at home and because Rebel left her skates and gear in Toronto not knowing she was going to skate in with the Skids. Personally, I should glue the passport to me for future cross border excursions.

Everything went like clock work. Rebel woke up, we said our good byes, got into a cab, and were waiting on the front steps of Jett Girl and Perky’s house in record time. This is where we would meet up with some of the Montreal roller girls who were going back to Montreal via Toronto and catch a lift. We were early.

We didn’t want to wake them up before the assigned time of meeting so we sat on the porch and waited. 20 minutes went by before we heard their alarm go off. Then there was a bit of mumbling, then nothing, then groggy mummers of tired skaters. At precisely 6:45am, the time we agreed to meet, I knocked on the door. They were surprised that we made it on time. Actually, I think they were surprised that we made it at all.


Wrath Poutine amazed that we showed up... and on time.


Walking toward the car


Making room for the Toronto travellers




Chips for breakfast?




Making calls trying to track down clothing and skate gear

Wrath Poutine, had realized she left her clothing and skate gear in a trunk of a car which had made it’s way to Toronto. What luck. This would be another reason for the Montreal girls to make a small detour into Toronto other than to just drop us off.


Back seat


Front seat


Dropping Rebel off


Got the goods




"Bye and thanks!"

After dropping off Rebel in her neighbourhood and picking up Poutine’s skates and clothing, I was driven over to Castlefrank station (in Toronto), the TTC stop just before the Don Valley Parkway on ramp and the route toward Montreal. It was 8:30am. It was Sunday. The doors of the station were locked. The trains were not operating until 9:00am on Sunday. Whoops. A small oversight.

The alternative to the train were the two buses that were going east across the street. D'oh! I just missed them. I ended up hailing a cab.

15 minutes and eleven dollars later I was at home. I packed stuff for the trip to the States, my passport, GPS, extra camera batteries, and my zip lock bag of American money. It would be a few hours before Rebel dropped by with her pickup truck so I took a nap.

At 12:30pm, I woke up to text directions to the house so Rebel could meet me. At 1pm she arrived with the truck.


Stupid hair! later fixed with brand new white sunglasses

The trip to the rink had only two hiccups. This first being pulled over by the border guard. He told us “It’s your lucky day.”. I wonder if he thought that comment was funny? I also wondered how many people he would use that line on for the rest of the day. We spent about 20 minutes in a waiting room while they were outside checking the truck. They came in and let us go. Overall it wasn't that bad.


Food stop on our way to Buffalo


Some car on the side of the highway

As for the second hiccup, I had entered the address wrong into the GPS. Instead of "101 Oliver street, North Tonawanda", I typed in "101 Oliver street north, Tonawanda", an address that didn't exist. So we went to 101 Oliver street in Buffalo which also didn't exist. FRAN1, the GPS, took us to a swimming pool.

With the help from Tush and a few cell phone texts we figured out my mistake and arrived at the Rainbow Rink at 5:15pm. Fifteen minutes before the doors opened to the public.


The Rainbow Rink in North Tonawanda (not Buffalo)


Scott (the Montreal announcer), Pat (Montreal Ref), and Rebel Rock-it in the parking lot


J.P.


Charlotte Bruise-a-lot (in the car) feels ill.

1 FRAN - a name given to my GPS by Ivy Rupted. I came up with the acronym "Find Restaurants And Navigate" later.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

HCRG vs SKIDS after party


This ain't Hollywood.

The after party. Generally after ever derby game there's an after party. A close by restaurant, bar, sports bar, multiple bars that are gotten to via shuttle bus, old theatre, there's a whole world of possibilities. The after party might even take place in the same venue. Move the derby rink, throw down a few chairs and tables, Viola!

The after party allows the teams (and sometimes fans) to interact and get to know each other, drink, and party their faces off. This is something that really makes derby the sport that it is. It shouldn't be taken lightly or brushed aside as a bunch of drunk people simply having fun.

A bunch of girls can take down the other team on the track but still have cheers and beers afterwards while admiring the other teams skills and skating abilities. The after party is part of the teams ability to extend the sportsmanship that is unique to derby. (If your derby teams wins in a visiting city do you have to worry about your car being on fire from the losing team? no? Then I rest my case)


What is this?

As an observer of this cross border partying over the years the two teams that seem to consistently win the after party (have the most fun, feature the most creative hijinks, stay up the latest, last longest, and function properly the next day) in all of derby land have got to be the Hammer City Roller Girls and the Montreal Roller Derby.

Disclaimer: Now before someone from either city interjects that one is way more off the charts than the other or that there's no way Montreal or Hammer City can be the after party winners compared to city X with derby league Y, I have to say that this is solely based on my experience running from city to city along the various derby circuits. If there is another league boosting this, invite me over, and we'll compare.

So what's the secret ingredient that makes these two teams stand out over all else? A quick glance one might guess it's got something to do with the higher alcohol percentage in the beer north of the American/Canadian border. It could be something based from living in Canada.

Whatever the X factor is, the fact remains that the two crazy teams were getting together in the same place for the same after party. Watch out! Crazy good times ahead!


The fun, the food.






The third of the series







Is this a Roller Derby only event or can anyone join?


We miss Scora Luchadora.




Derby life lesson "Don't cry over spilt beer, grab a straw and suck it up."






Hula hoop dance off






Jess Bandit and Ivy Rupted


A well liked Tommy Toxic

After partying it up at This ain't Hollywood, the party moved over to Danger Mouse and Paul Bearer's house. The after after party had begun. A combination of blabbing, rock party, drinking and eating went into the night.

It was before all the partying began, like right after the game, that Rebel Rock-it and I decided we'd follow the Montrealers to Buffalo the next day for the match against Queen City...

(to be continued)


Rock Band at the after after party


Still partying into the night...

HCRG vs SKIDS 2009


Brunch in Hamilton at the Cat and Fiddle.

My two favorite roller derby teams Hammer City and Montreal were playing today in what was to be the first all Canadian WFTDA sanctioned bout! Unfortunately the official WFTDA part wasn’t going to happen due to not enough WFTDA skaters from Montreal making the trip. D'oh!

The day started off by meeting up with the Hammer City skaters for brunch. Joining them was a last minute decision on my part and a lucky thing too as I would have made my way to the wrong venue otherwise. The game wasn’t at the Dave Anderchuck (or Mountain) arena like it had been for the rest of the season but at the Market street arena in Dundas.

I ended up getting a lift from Pulled Pork a relatively new ref for Hamilton. There was a cactus festival going on so we were told to get to the arena early to find parking.



Dicey (905) gets interviewed before the game

The arena was incredibly hot and quite dim (at least for us photographing the game).

photographers tip:
It’s always good to ask the head maintenance guy at a arena if the lights can get brighter. There is sometimes various settings that the lights can be set at and usually they will be set to the lowest setting to save power and in this case to produce less heat. The difference can be a few stops which can make your photos go from dark and muddy to dim and sharper. It should also be noted that lights sometimes take as much as half an hour to reach their full brightness and color temperature.

At one point during the game I stood up and everything started to get fuzzy and dark. Heat exhaustion? Most likely. I don't know how the girls skates under those conditions and why weren't any of the side doors opened?


Georgia W. Tush (40 oz) indulges my request to leap in the air for another submission to Sin City Skates "Got Air" contest. I didn't know at the time that I had already won it. Wowee!


The New Skids on the Block

The game was close, bouncing between Hammer City and Montreal. It was near the end of the game, the score was almost tied that Wrath Poutine managed to score 8 points and win the game for Montreal.


Jess Bandit (-8)


Perky Set (pi) says "Hi" to the Skids


Some of the Harlot Alumni


Toronto fans!


Little Mean Mama (0) flies


Cut off (706) does derby ballet


Tommy Toxic and Tropi Kill Punch your sin bin workers


Wrath Poutine (Dirty 30) lead jammer, point scorer


Charlotte Bruise a lot and Jess Bandit peer from the bench


Derby yoga?


Miss Carriage (33 1/3) at the bench





Vicadoom (420) races around the track tailed by Wrate Poutine (Dirty 30)


Georgia W. Tush (40 oz)


Smack Daddy (XXX) takes a flying leap


Wrath Poutine (Dirty 30) gets eight points to advance Montreal


I'm not sure what's going on here.


Watching the bout




Dicey (905)


Bouncing off Tush


Wrath Poutine (Dirty 30)


Carla Coma (624) up against Wrath Poutine (Dirty 30)


Dicey (905) makes a move to block Trash N' Smash (1.8 L)


Georgia W. Tush hugs Miss Carriage


Carla Coma sad that HCRG lost the game

Final score

Hammer City Eh Team 80
Montreal New Skids on the Block 84

Friday, August 14, 2009

Nasher's Birthday



I woke up and it was still hot today. I spent most of the morning working on laptop diagnostics. After a few hours of different configurations I have come to the conclusion that a bank of memory had fried causing weird warnings and crashes. I’m surprised that the bios ram check doesn’t pick up stuff like that.

I managed to get the thing booted and started a virus check running before heading to the Rhino and Nashers birthday party.

I still have to burn the photos from the Vegas wedding to disc. I also still have to burn a disc for Pittsburgh.













Chicks Ahoy's Nasher The Smasher



















3:20am

Now on the bloor blue night bus on the way back home. Just left a cab with Tera, Megan, and her brother. The bus is pretty crowed for a Friday night. Standing room only. Will get home and fire up the laptop which should be shut down by now from the virus checking software.

Have to work on Tush’s Wedding photos and if I have time will attempt to upload more RollerCon photos to the blog.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Cupcake


Cupcake tries to run behind a column... too slow.

I met up with my friend, goes by the name of cupcake, who I haven't seen in quite a while. Live and in person that is. We met up, went for dim sum, and did some catching up. It's the first time I've seen her sans children. That last time I saw without kids around, her kids, was before the first one (Asha) was born. Seems like a long time ago.

Meanwhile back at home I found the cat, Pumpkin, lounging on the steps. I opened the door and he got up only to reconfigure himself into a different sleep position.


Pumpkin spanning across the stairway


Pumpkin sleeps.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Pulled Pork


Pulled pork sandwich

Every wednesday for the last few weeks a small contingent of jazz performers play at the park just north of where I live. A bunch of the neighbours meet there to take in the music and maybe grab a pulled pork sandwich from one of the vendors (only $3).


Baby Carl


Carl makes a grab for the camera


The ice cream truck

It's getting near the end of the summer as the ice cream truck now arrives as the sun is going down.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Blonde John back in town


Sipping a drink at Harvey's

My friend John is visiting from New Zealand. His sister is getting married so he's here for the wedding. We ended up going to Harvey's as it was the closest place that had veggie burgers.

Sunday, August 09, 2009

Taste of the soggy Danforth


Black storm clouds move southward across the Bloor viaduct.

After seeing G.I. Joe at the silver city theatre up on Yonge and Eglington, I, for some reason decided to walk home. All together it took 3 hours which included stopping at a new pita place for a chicken shawarma. The weather was great until I got to the Bloor viaduct.

As I walked along the bridge you could see the black clouds rolling in. They were accompanied by strong gusts of wind, some light drizzle, lightning and thunder.


Looking back west the clouds are moving fast


lightning in the distance


The Don Valley Parkway

The street lamps at Broadview holding the "Taste of the Danforth" banner were shaking from being blown by the wind. Seconds later, the rain came down... in buckets. KaBoom! People were running away off the street trying to take shelter. It was like a bomb went off in the distance.

Within seconds I was soaked from head to feet. The rain had penetrated my shoes making it feel like I was stepping on wet sponges. It didn't matter if I stepped in a puddle two centimeters or two feet I could couldn't get any more wet.


Soaked people on the Danforth wait under building entrances

I pulled out the rain cover on my camera case and kept walking. I had the luxury of being about 15 to 20 minutes until I got home. A nice dry place with big fat towels. Along the way I stopped at an ice cream truck. I think I spooked the driver. He was reading the newspaper and probably wasn't expecting anyone to knock on his window let alone order an ice cream cone.

He didn't open the window, just shooed me away. Probably didn't want the rain to get in and get him wet. Boo. I got home sans ice cream.

Saturday, August 08, 2009

Death Track Dolls VS Gore Gore Girls



Up until today I've been noticing that I've been getting lazy photographing derby. Well bouts anyway. Not enough different angles, not enough close ups, etc, etc.

Just as I started feeling the magic, getting into the photographic groove so to speak, the sun went down... ugh.

Someone once said that it's better to get a shot with red eye than no shot at all. I took that to heart for the last half and kept shooting. Still it would have been better if I brought some portable flashes. Ah well... next time.
































Look close... it's a tiny harmonica






































































The end

FINAL SCORE

Death Track Dolls 71
Gore gore girls 151

Friday, August 07, 2009

Roller Derby 1, Wedding 0


Lisa is getting married August 15th, 2009

This is Lisa. I've known her since way back while taking applied computer science. We first met, really met, when she went to punch a guy named Andrew in the gut. Only he wasn't there. I was. I dropped like a sack of potatoes. We've been friends ever since.

Lisa is getting married on the 15th of august of this year. It's too bad I didn't know about this back in April/May when the roller derby schedule came out. I could have gone. The wedding conflicts with Hammer City's first WFTDA game against Montreal. The first All-Canadian WFTDA bout ever.

Short of death in the family there's no way I'd miss that game. Truth be told it would really depend on what family members died as well. Attending funerals has never been my priority. If you can't make time for them when they're alive then why make time for them when they've passed away? Okay granted, being there for the survivors might be a good thing.

And so I spent today with Lisa enjoying lunch in lieu of going to her wedding. We ended up at the vegetarian restaurant King's Cafe on Augusta.

My sister at Swatow


Jane Luk at Swatow

Still running on the same sleep schedule I woke up pretty late, around 11pm. Not feeling like cooking anything I decided to take a trip downtown and visit Swatow. It's been a while since going there.

The waiter said I was late and that my sister was waiting at a table. I didn't clue in right away. I was still a bit groggy. Turns out Jane Juk was there with some theatre people. I'm not sure when or for how long this has been going on but for some reason the restaurant crew think Jane and I are sister and brother of one another.

By the way I ordered the usual 111a, better known as the shrimp and lobster sauce on rice.


Shrimp and lobster sauce on rice (menu item 111A)

Wednesday, August 05, 2009

Rebel Rock-it's Birthday


Birthday party at Disgraceland

My sleep schedule since I've been back has been nutty. I woke up just in time to go to Rebel Rock-it's birthday at a bar called Disgracelend. It should be noted that they have veggie corn dogs there.




Veggie corn dog.


Burger and coleslaw



After eating a corn dog and a burger we went next door to Hurricane's and participated in some karaoke. Some of the girls sang the song "Summer nights" from Grease and then they all got up to sing "Rebel Rebel" while Rebel sat in front of them in a chair.


Karaoke at Hurricane's

The Karaoke host (at least while we were there) did not play Journey's "Don't Stop Believin'" so a bunch of us sang it anyway over the music of something else. That being the last song we then returned to Disgraceland to see them close up.


Rebel Rebel
















Singing "Don't stop believin'" without musical backup.


Back at Disgraceland

Tuesday, August 04, 2009

Rain, smog, cool weather


Yonge street

It's raining today. Buckets. I can't believe it. What timing. Just when I get back. It's amazing!!

After being in a desert for a week and dehydrating each time I went outside, the rain and moisture is a welcome gift from nature. Wet shoes, soggy feet and being drenched head to toe. Yay for rain!

While walking home a car beeped at me. It was Brenton. He had just gotten his hair cut and asked if I needed a lift. By this point I was completely drenched. It was only another half hour to get home and I didn't want to get his car wet.


Brenton says "Hi"


Brenton's new doo.

The neighbourhood still looked that same. It had only been a week that I was away. Kyoko (landlord) was driving in a new car and Jeff was washing the organic bucket in a suit. Nothing crazy and Twilight Zoney. It's good to be home.


Kyoko and Chris' new car.


Jeff cleaning the organic waste bin

Monday, August 03, 2009

United we stand... and wait


The line up for San Francisco.

The trip back started off pretty underwhelming. Starting with an surprise $50 charge for my luggage (that should have already been paid for) , $20 for the first piece and $30 for the second. What the heck? My flight via air canada covered the luggage costs. I had checked in advance. But no, the machine giving out my United airlines boarding pass wasn't letting me get my ticket without paying again for the luggage. To make sure I tried going through the automated teller's interface twice. Ugh.

I arrived at gate D52, I was tired, hungry, and less then happy. Looking over at the counter I noticed the time. It was 08:25, I was over two hours early for my flight. At the desk there was a line of people, two of them from RollerCon, one of them was S.O.

She was supposed to get on the 08:33 plane to San Francisco but was waiting behind some other people at the desk. While she and her friend waited I watched the clock slowly click over to 08:33. The flight status sign changed over from "ON TIME" to "DEPARTED". They did not board the plane.

After some investigating I found that they didn't hear their boarding call. They were sitting at the slot machines located a few meters away from the departure gate and didn't hear anything. No boarding call, no final boarding call, nothing from the gate D52 announcer.

As someone that just popped in as an observer you might think this was an isolated incident with two women who were consumed playing the slots. Maybe they didn't hear the boarding call because they were surrounded by the loud slot machines or were consumed by gambling? Your perspective changes slightly when you find out that not only did they not get on the plane but a total of 25 people missed their flight, that same flight, for the same reason. Now you wonder if United actually made a boarding announcement at all.

SO and the other 24 passengers had to fly stand by. Meaning they had to wait for the next few planes to fly them to their destination. Of course that also meant missing connecting flights and having to wait for those all well. It's irritating to think that by getting to the airport early, hours early, that something like this could happen. Having the flight staff blame the situation on you, the passenger, didn't help.

With that knowledge in mind I set my watch and went off to get food. There was no way I was going to rely on non-existent announcements or the non-caring flight staff to board my plane.


$11 burger from Ruby's

I ended up going to Ruby's Diner, a fancy 50s diner looking burger establishment. There really wasn't much choice in the matter. Much like most airports, once you're near the gate you're departing from you're boxed in to a certain area. Depending on your luck you can have good food or not so good food.

As it turned out, I had lucked out. Ruby's was a nice bright environment. I sat down at the counter while waiting for my food order. The employees were quite entertaining to watch. The banter between one of the cooks and a waitress had a bunch of us waiting customers laughing. One customer said "Just propose to her already". I received my burger and left before finding out the outcome.


Beats per minute, with her Elvis glasses and chops

I got back to Gate 52 to see Beats per minute and the two skaters that were waiting on standby. Originally I wanted to fly through San Francisco instead of LAX. Mainly because of the sushi restaurant that was located there. Unfortunately when I booked, going through LAX was the only option left.


Waiting for the next flight

While talking to B.P.M. I noticed a bunch of people lining up at my departure gate. I didn't hear anything. No announcement, nothing. The announcer for gate D53 was audible but nothing for gate D52. I looked over and noticed the desk guy at D52 blabbing into a mic but I wasn't hearing anything.

I said good bye and lined up asking if the plane was boarding. They said yes and that they announced the boarding call a few minutes ago. I told them that I didn't hear anything and that they should check their speaker system because gate D53 was coming in loud and clear. Their response was pretty lack luster. "Well, we made the announcement." I was going to try to verbally pound the fact that the speaker system should be checked but was too tired. I just wanted to go home. I got on the flight and slept all the way to LAX.

LAX


The 2 on the sign means you're standing in Terminal 2.

If ever there was an airport that needed better signage it would be LAX. In my limited traveling it's got the second worse signage only to Vancouver. I suppose it depends on where you're travelling and to be fair Vancouver was undergoing construction for the upcoming Olympics.

TRAVEL TIP
The tags (stickers) you get for your baggage tell you where the baggage is going. If you have a non-direct flight check these stickers. They will tell you if you have to pick up your baggage or if the airport personal will unload and reload them onto your other plane at the airport(s) along your journey.

I was not aware of this. Going to Portland from Toronto, after landing in Vancouver, I had to grab my luggage and recheck them. International flights can be a bit tricky as there's customs that you have to deal with as well.

I found out about the tags by talking to the United baggage help desk lady after exploring around the airport a while. Did I say signage was a problem? I stumbled onto the United airlines help desk by accident, the only person that was there was another passenger that needed help. She had been at the desk long enough to determine that no one was working there.

From there I made my way to the baggage carousel just in case my baggage was waiting for me. It was next to there that I found the United baggage help desk and there a very curt, pissed off woman. I don't think she wanted to be there. It's possible that answering mundane questions from clueless travellers was getting to her.

When I asked her about my luggage she said "Did you look at the luggage tags?". She grabbed the boarding pass from me with the tags and said "They are loaded onto the plane. Go to terminal 2.". She didn't tell me how she read the tags or where terminal 2 was. When I asked where terminal 2 was she, without saying anything, pointed to the help desk.

By contrast the help desk guy was quite helpful and pleasant. He had a map to show where we were and told me quite clearly how to get to terminal 2. Looking at the map everything seemed so easy. Maybe that's why they have maps of different airports in your flight magazine.

I memorized the map then went off to terminal 2. With a little help from a guy asking for spare change I managed to find terminal 2. Again, clear signage would be nice. Getting to the terminal was no problem but I was trying to figure a way to get in. All the doors were only opening up from the inside. A guy eating lunch helped me out. A small nondescript elevator took me up a level to the departure area. The doors opened from the outside.

It was there that I found the air canada desk. I wonder if I was exuding a being lost look? The air canada personal were quite nice. It was such a difference from the United airlines people. They looked at my board pass and printed me a new one then another person ushered me toward the boarding gate entrance.

It should be noted that it really doesn't take much to make a person's trip a great one. The person travelling is usually tired or confused. It's a new place for them generally. There's different customs, signage, dealing with people, etc. What may seem obvious to a person that works somewhere every day may not be that obvious to a new person that's travelling. Listening to questions and giving answers to those questions no matter how obvious the answers may be really does help. The Air Canada people really made my day. I was actually in a better mood.


Oven roasted chicken, mushroom and onion melt with soft drink

I was also starving. Again, not a whole lot to choose from. I ended up going to Wolfgang Puck and getting an oven roasted chicken, mushroom and onion melt ($11.30). From there a wait at the departure gate for two and a half hours.


LAX waiting area.

As I went to sit down someone shouted "RollerCon!". I looked over to see sone girls from Calgary that wanted to go to RollerCon but went to L.A. instead. They were just boarding their flight and I had just enough time to take their photo (see below) and give them my card.


Roller girls from Calgary.


Killing time on the internet.

The Air Canada flight was great. I slept the entire way back, waking up for the odd snack or glass of water. While waiting for the luggage to show up at the luggage claim area I bumped into Bill, the director of Foolproof, turns out we were on the same flight. I hadn't seen him since the making of foolproof (six years ago).

We talked for a bit, Bill had just finished making a Western, the same one he was talking about making six years ago. I was glad to see he was still working on films. I really liked Foolproof and really wanted it to do well at the box office. It didn't. It's disheartening when good people put time and effort into a something that turns out great but it fails. That's the film biz for you.

Insert plug for Bill's next movie Gunless. I'm going to go see it.

Sunday, August 02, 2009

Last Day in Vegas


Woo woo $7.50!!

While waiting for the group going to the World's Largest souvenir shop I lucked out and won 7.50 on one of the slot machines. Did I mention the woo woo!


Classic Joker and Anya Face squint at the gondoliers.

Waiting for the Deuce, the bus that runs up and down the strip, we find sanctuary from direct sunlight in front of the Venetian. The heat was pretty crazy today. Standing in the sun was like standing in an oven or as one derby person said "like standing in a hair dryer".

One of the things I've discovered about visiting the desert, other than your lips get parched in minutes, is that you can wash your t-shirts, socks, clothes etc. in the sink, then dry them out on the balcony. In two hours or less, not only are they dry, but they're dry to the point of having had starch in them. This is great if you're traveling light and have a limited amount of clothing. The other option is to buy more clothing while visiting. Insert plug for Wicked Skatewear here. It was one of the booths that sold T-shirts and you could personalize them to boot.


Anita Martini in "Venice"


One of the gondoliers poses for us tourists with cameras


Just one of the many billboards in Vegas.


A six pound burrito! (no, I didn't have one)


A familiar gift shop

The gift shop had everything from bacon themed wallets, battery operated parrots that would insult you as you walked by, dice, cards, and even an inflatable Las Vegas sign. I picked up an ice cube tray. It makes ice cubes in the shape of small icebergs and ships that resemble the Titanic.


Plastic can with terrible tasting drink


A map, a van, a bunch of Aussie girls, and a Robot Chicken

While on my way to the hotel entrance with the express purpose of hailing a taxi to get to the robot chicken party, I ran into a bunch of Aussie girls. They were milling around waiting for a guy. A guy with a map to get to the same party I was going to. When I said "I have the directions and I have the map", showing them the Robot Chicken postcard, I found myself being invited along with the girls in place of the mystery guy that didn't show up. The next thing I knew I was hopping into a van heading to the Crystal Palace.


"You've filled the box with shit."

On the way to the roller rink a bunch of the girls presented Bombchel with a box, a thank you gift for organizing the trip. She thought it was a gag, a box filled with manure. When she opened the box she found a pair of shorts, Quadzilla's shorts.

Quadzilla, a skater whose skating prowess has taken on legendary status among those of roller derby, donated his clothing. If I had a nickel for every person I've heard say they want to bear his children I'd be pretty well off. An image of him getting ransacked by the six girls in the van came to mind. Left in some dark alley. Geez, who are these girls? I'm sure my mother would have told me not to get into a van with a stranger when I was younger. She didn't mention anything about a bunch of roller girls.

Seeing Bombchel open the box was definately one of the best derby moments of the week. Her face went from looking suspect to glee in seconds. Quadzilla's shorts! Yep, I'm sure there would be stories when they got back to Australia.


Quadzilla's shorts!


The Crystal Palace skating rink

We arrived at the Crystal Palace to see a line starting from the front doors and wrapping around the building. Geez. Despite this we parked the van and made our way into the line. Once in the back of the line up I left the girls to do some preliminary surveillance to see if we could get in and how long it would take.

Using the magical powers of having a camera and a media pass (for rollercon) and a lot of pleading I managed to get in. I did a quick run through the venue taking quick snapshots, saying hello to the skaters that had already made it into the venue and scoping out if there was food or not. There was.


"I'm not the droid you're looking for."

Yes, even within the short period of time I was in the venue I still managed to get these guys in stormtrooper outfits to pose. Wow, they were great.


"Bawk bawk."


"What you're not staying?"


It's Nerd Rage (42)!





Nerd Rage and some Robot Chicken skaters


Nerd Rage in her environment





Meanwhile outside in line with the Aussie girls

There were a few people inside the building and in the line that said I should just stay inside and photograph. As great as that may have sounded, leaving the girls that drove me to the venue to stand outside in a line seemed pretty crappy. So rather than ditch my new friends I went out to join them in line.

Standing next to a parking lot wasn't all that bad. There was a huge screen playing Robot Chicken so we weren't just twiddling our thumbs. Then the line stopped. The venue had reached maximum capacity. Drat.

Just when we started to think that we drove to the venue to miss everything, Seth Green and Breckin Meyer came out (on skates) to talk to the leftovers waiting in line. They apologized for us not being able to get in, then proceeded to go up and down the line to take autographs, pictures, with the fans.

While they missed the Aussie girls because of a well placed tree, some of their helpers came by to give us robot chicken souvenir cups. How many actors would do something so cool as that? Standing in line while all that crazy derby stuff going on inside didn't seem as bad.

As people exited the building the line slowly moved in and eventually we all managed to get into the venue. I arrived inside just as the floor was being cleared to set up some sound equipment. I talked to Quadzilla who updated me on what happened. For all of you that want to see and read more of what happened click here.


Seth Green and Breckin Meyer on quads


Seth Green and Breckin Meyer thank the fans waiting in line


Seth Green skates by us... d'oh.


So close to the entrance.


"Yay, a Robot Chicken cup!"


Getting into the roller rink and rejoining the Aussie girls.





They seem to be setting up something.





"What? You missed the skating?"


The food line


Travis and the band perform for the Robot Chicken Fans















Back to the van... Let's get food.

We got the word that a bunch of skaters would be at the sports center until midnight. Since the Aussie girls wanted to skate and because we didn't get into the Crystal Palace until after the skating, it was a general consensus to leave the party and meet up with other skaters at the sports center. I had gotten a text message from Justice FeelGood Marshall about some skating going on the the Flamingo Flats. The Sports Center won out because there were medics there.

But first food... I like the way these girls think.


Stopping at the local Sonic Burger

We stopped at a Sonic burger, which I found funny, because they were going on about how great the In and Out burger was. The Sonic burger was set up like a 50s drive in. Except instead of people coming to your car there was a sign and a speaker system where you could order your food. As a Canadian who has to get out of the car and walk to get food this sign thing was pretty awesome but perhaps a bit strange to us.

Not everyone in the van could see the menu so we ended up getting out and ordering food from the booth next to us. I wondered if the folks at Sonic burger thought we were strange, crazy foreigners, with weird accents. By the way, I still don't hear the "boot" when I say "about". Ah yes, I love travel.


So many options


The Sonic Burger menu





It's easier to read the menu outside of the van.


Whoops, we're ordering from the wrong lane.


waiting for our order...


and waiting...


and waiting...


woo woo!!


Cookie Cutter checks to see if her food order is correct.

Once loaded up with our take away food we made our way to the sports center only to find that the people in it weren't skaters. They were putting the basketball floor back onto the cement floor where the derby practices were being held and the doors were locked. On top of that there were police cars at the entrance.

We hopped back into the van and passed the police, driving by at a slow and steady pace trying to figure out what was going on. By this point it was too late to go to the flats, the girls were tired, and we all had a flight tomorrow morning, so we ended up going back to the Imperial Palace.


Police outside the Sports Center, "Keep Driving, Don't slow down"


Back at the Imperial Palace.


"Have a safe trip back everyone."

Note: "flip the bitch" is a term used by the Aussie's to make a U-Turn.


the Karaoke room at the Imperial Palace

Since it was the last night being in Vegas I ended up going to the Karaoke room, took a few photos, then went off to walk around the Strip, in search of food. I passed by a bunch of food signs (ie. the legendary lobster special) but nothing really grabbed me. I ended up returning to my room and ate some of the Pork Cracklins.

The highlight of wondering around was seeing a cockroach scurrying down the street. I followed it for half a block to take it's photo. For some reason I thought I could start a travel collection of roach photos. There was London after all.








Girls from Chicago










Hey, hey, what's going on here?




























Rebel Rock-it




"We have a Bitch Slap Barbie back in Hamilton."




"Bye B-Train"

Walking the Strip






I really liked this building it reminded me of bubble wrap








Hey, a cockroach.


Ooooh... the legendary lobster special.

RollerCon 2009 Day 5


Waiting for the bus to the Sports Center... she looks way to awake.

The past week has been a smorgasbord of photo ops documenting and the fun and adventure of a bunch of girls on skates from around the world and today, Day five, my body was telling me that I should really stay in bed and catch up on sleep. Still exhausted from the night before and probably the accumulation of all the other days shooting I forced myself to wake up, get out of bed, and get down to the shuttle bus.


Another morning person

I'm sure last night's fish bowl added to the feeling of being wiped out. You have to wonder how these roller girls do it. They party all night and then skate the next day. All I have to do is run around taking a few photos here and there. If I'm tired and bleary eyed I can use autofocus.


Thank god people with coffee... I'm not the only one that needs waking up.

At least I was clear headed, not like the spinning, wobbly room dizziness that last year’s lemonade vodka slushie guitar gave me. Casino pumped oxygen probably wouldn't do much at this point. I was so tired.


Like drones we load up onto the bus on autopilot.


Martini, Ayna Face, and Classic Joker


Our bus attendant telling us to keep our heads down


Unloading


Anya Face and Classic Joker make their way to the Sport Center

The REF jam




Thomas Refferson head to head with Justice Feelgood Marshall


Classic Joker, Lead Jammer










Man O Pause, skating and recording




Slippery floor




























































































Tommy Toxic, One of the winners of the Tequila Mockingbird draw








Ref city


The girls working the Tequila Mockingbird draw


Another Tequila prize winner!


Hey, even I won stuff... woo woo!! You can be a winner too by donating here.


Sista Fista (54U)




RollerCon volunteers


Tired.


Saying "Hi" to Miss Carriage. back in Hamilton

Party with the Dealertainers



The Imperial Palace features at least two unique items that seem to go over well with the roller girls. The Dealertainers, and the fish bowls of booze.

The dealertainers are people that look a lot like, resemble, or maybe just remind you a little bit of some music performer. At one point they deal cards to you (the dealer), at another point they relocate onto a mini stage and perform some hit song (the entertainer). Dolly Parton, Shania Twain, Elvis Presley, Billy Idol, Michael Jackson, Justin Timberlake, Britney Spears, I think I even saw Alice Cooper. Freddie Mercury was there last year but seemed to be absent this year.


The glorious fish bowl available at the Imperial Palace

This is my second year attending RollerCon and I've noticed that Billy Idol and Michael Jackson seem to be the crowd favorites. Tommy Toxic (from Montreal) and I felt that RollerCon just wouldn't be the same without the roller girls chanting "Billy, Billy, Billy!!" or "Michael, Michael, Michael!!!" with their fists pumping in the air. Up until tonight it never happened. Rollercon just didn’t seem the same for some reason.



Then it happened, Michael Jackson took the stage and everything just fell into place. The derby folk swarmed the dealertainer area and chanted in a unified voice, "Michael, Michael, Michael!!". At this point Tommy said "I've come home". Rollercon had become the Rollercon we remembered from the previous year.


Hurt Reynolds woos Merciless with backup singers










My first alcoholic drink this week.

The temptation of acquiring an alcoholic beverage plagued me all week. I wanted to drink something but I don't drink beer and I get drunk pretty easily. Photos or drunkenness? Last year's vodka/lemonade slushie guitar was too much. I only drank half of it and woke up the next morning with the room spinning. And so, being near the end of the week, a fish bowl was in order.


Tush seems perplexed


Where'd that dog come from?




Team douchebag VS Montreal dance off












The fish bowl








































YMCA






The Macarena




"Billy" and "Shania"


"In the midnight hour she cried more, more more..."




"Cause that's the Thriller..."






























Skaters with "Dolly Parton"












Trash N Smash is leaving back to Montreal... boo.










Another one bites the dust (bunny)



Saturday, August 01, 2009

Derby Wedding 09


Looking up at the Imperial Palace Hotel

Even though I went last year, I decided to get on a bus to see this year's Derby Wedding at the Double Down Saloon. It was quick and efficient, get to the saloon, get off the bus, do a once around, photograph more photos during exchange of vows, get back on the bus.


One of these people may have thrown water on us


"Duck! Chain!"






"The Happiest Place on Earth"














































NerdRage marries her fanny pack



















RollerCon 2009 Day 4

Woke up this morning to two things that were a bit shocking...
  1. There was a unknown body lying in the bed next to the bed I was sleeping in.
  2. My computer had a message saying I'd run out of hard drive space.
The second item freaking me out a bit more.


Walking east along Flamingo from the Strip...

The body kind of resembled the girl from Goldfinger minus the gold. She was draped over the bed much like a dead body. Was she dead? There was a small voice in my head asking "What the heck happened last night?". My wobbly brain was still waking up trying to take in it's surroundings. The body moved a bit. "Ok breathing, that's a good sign." Now I wouldn't have to find a stick to poke her to see if she was still alive, yay. Why is it when something is dead we instinctively don't want to touch it except with a stick?

Live body. check. My groggy brain switched over to the next thing in true triage efficiency, the computer. "What the heck?". I think it was around 4am that I crashed into bed leaving the computer copying files off one of the larger memory cards. "Out of memory?". Well, I did photograph quite a bit yesterday. 100 gigs of space just doesn't seem to go as far as it used to. Having a lack of storage space was like a shot of adrenaline. My brain switched on as it thought of a way to deal with the "emergency".


This looks like it could have been something interesting at one time or another...

The computer solution was easy, just go out and get another storage device. Wow, that was simple, good thing the brain was working. I looked up Best Buy on Google. Hooray for hotel internet! Best Buy was the first computer store to come to mind and as it turned out there was one located only a few blocks away (3820 S Maryland Pkwy) from the Imperial Palace.

Just as I started packing a compass for the short trek the body woke up asking if she had come into the room with any more clothing. I didn't know, I wasn't even sure when she arrived. She looked tired and asked if she could take a towel then headed out to the hallway. I would have lent her a T-shirt but at this point I was wearing the only clean one I had. I'd pick up three others later on at the sports center from Wicked Skatewear but that didn't help the girl at this juncture. And so, wrapped in a towel she did the long walk of shame to wherever she had to go. Pretty brave if you ask me.


A drive thru coffee shop...

It should be noted that blocks in Las Vegas are larger than they might appear on the map. For example if you look at the Toronto city map and see two blocks, you could say "I can walk those blocks in ten minutes." and chances are you'd be right. The few simple blocks from the hotel to the computer store ended up taking an hour.

An hour in the desert heat. ugh. I stopped by a gas station for water and while doing the touristy thing and took a few photos here and there. The bottle of water was getting in the way of my holding the camera. What I needed was a sling for the bottle or a canteen. I thought about it, do they even make canteens anymore? Were they still made of aluminum? Did we still need them in our throw away plastic bottle society? Why is it the only images I have of someone using a canteen is from those westerns or Kung Fu (the TV series) where they're stuck in a desert and when they go to drink they find they only have one or two drops left, which they let dribble onto the ground? The heat was starting to get to me I think.


Looking north on Maryland... where's that Best Buy?

It's nice to walk around. You can actually see things. You can stop and take in your surroundings. It's so easy to drive by an intersection and not give it a second glance. It's even worse if you're driving around with a GPS. While walking to the Best Buy a sandwich place still lingers in my mind. It had a sign that read "Hand sculpted sandwiches". I didn't take a photo of it because of having to juggle the stupid bottle of water and my camera.


woo hoo!

The Best Buy was like an oasis in a technological deprived world. Not only did they have a bunch of different hard drive options, it was air conditioned. I looked around for a while. Stopped in the DVD section and almost bought the new Joss Whedon show, Dollhouse. I put it back when I remembered the restricted space in my luggage. I'll pick it up back in Toronto.

The drive that I picked up was a seagate 500 gig drive with USB 2 cable costing about $120 US. It seemed pretty reasonable. It's small and you, should you want to, could buy a docking station for the drive as a separate option.


Seafood in the desert... it seems odd to me.


What a great acronym... where's that bottle of water?


"free gas"

The way back from the Best Buy was a lot faster. Twelve minutes. I took the bus. Passed by this sign for free gas. "I'd like a tank of argon please". Yep, the sun was frying my brain.




The vegas strip, a bit subdued. Get it? "Sub Dude"

At the Sports Center



After drinking a few more bottles of water and backing up the photos that needed to be moved off the memory cards I took the next shuttle bus to the Sports Center. There seemed to be a bunch of skate classes going on so I spent some time just taking random photos here and there.


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Found out from this girl on the bus that there's a Pop Art exhibition featuring Warhol and Lichtenstein at one of the hotels. Can I squeeze it in over the next two days? Note that her arm sports some great Roy Lichtenstein pieces of art.


A hotel snack. I love the list of ingredients ("Pork cracklins and salt")

While dumping stuff off at the hotel room I receive a message from the Montreal skaters asking if I want to join them for food. "uh... yeah" would be my reply.




Cotton beard at Flavors
















Marc gets asked to propose for a photo scavenger hunt


On the bus back to the sports center














































The second last shuttle bus


SO shows off her massive bruise


close up of said bruise


Harry Spotter (FG), Justice Feelgood Marshall (BG)


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next up...
derby wedding at the Double Down