A small congrats.

Congratulations to Kritsten Stewart for winning the Rising Star award at this year's Baftas.



















Please marry me.

"I think this might just be my masterpiece."

To quote Lt. Aldo Raine on my latest project might be somewhat of an over statement, but it's certainly my biggest film to date. Running at 33 minutes and 29 seconds, The Norquay training video is finally complete. Unfortunately it contains an overwhelming amount of copyright songs so it's nearly impossible to find a website I can post it onto to show you guys. You'll just have to make do with this screen shot:



















Tantalising, I know, but you'll just have to wait. This does mean my time at Norquay is coming to an end, which is both a happy and sad thing. I will miss the people, but I definitely won't miss my 6 o'clock alarm.

So I've been getting into my graphic novels recently (or 'Comics for Adults' as I think they're officially referred to). I started with the Canadian/Manga style comic series, Scott Pilgrim, which is about an unemployed 23 year old slacker who fights bad guys in his spare time. As you've probably guessed, I identify very much so with this book. Then I moved onto more political graphic novels such as Waltz with Bashir and Persepolis. These were great as they were about about history'n'that, whilst being portrayed in an idiot-friendly manner. If all history textbooks dictated events with bright colours and speech bubbles, I would have definitely paid more attention in school. Now I'm onto the more hardcore surreal side of graphic novels, as I'm currently reading Black Hole by Charles Burns, which is about the spread of a sexually transmitted mutant plague in 1970s Seattle. Here is one of the pages. It is probably one of the more sane parts of the book.

Resign this.

This would have been my resignation letter at Norquay if I was being brutally honest.

Yep, that's right, after 3 months of waking up at unfathomable times and working in -30 degree temperatures for minimum wage, I have finally quit my liftie job. I'm seriously considering writing a book where I travel around the world and quit a job in every single country. Possible titles: Serial Quitter, Quit Man (kinda like Danny Wallace's 'Yes Man'), Quitting: A tale of itchy feet. Although I do still have 2 weeks left, which means I have to finish this *expletive deleted* training video before then. It's actually going a lot better recently. It's overly long and painfully dull but I guess that's what training videos are meant to be.

Gap rang the other day just to confirm I still work for them, which was a nice surprise. Apparently 3 months of no shifts or any contact whatsoever doesn't necessarily mean you're fired. So I might go crawling back to that or look elsewhere, we shall see. Boarding is going well, although I'm still to master this method grab. I will do it.

Oh, and beware Canadian women. They are just as confusing as English ones.

(100) Days of Daisy

I'm telling you, this could be love.

So we met at the ski swap way back in October. She stood there timidly at 155cm, dressed head to toe in orange. Many people said she was too small for me, and couldn't possibly handle the 7 month intensive relationship we were about to embark on.

How wrong they were. Sure we've been through some rocky patches, had our ups and downs, our twists and turns. I've even threatened to leave her for another model, but I just couldn't do it. We're connected on an almost spiritual level. And today I almost lost her, which only made me realise how much I need her.

She is named after Jessica Stevenson's character from Spaced FYI.