A General Summation

I've been lazy with blogging lately because it doesn't feel like there's been anything much worth blogging about. But I figure I should probably give a general summation of the last few weeks.

Los Angeles: I think I pretty much hate it. I saw the good parts and the bad parts and it wasn't all that. I got a photo outside the Scientology centre. I was trying to do a self photo with my mobile phone and I kept on missing the sign so it took me a few goes. I wasn't being very conspicuous. Fairly soon a guy on a bicycle with "SECURITY" written on the back of his t-shirt shooed me away. To be fair he did it in a polite way and mentioned that all the good sights were at the next train station. That actually turned out to be a lie, it was really two train stations away. I got out at the next train station on Hollywood Boulevard on the walk of fame, but it was a good 2kms from the centre of Hollywood. I think it was a ploy to led me to a Scientology assessment centre. I walked past at least two on my way towards Mann's Chinese Theatre. Both times I had to turn down requests to measure my pheton levels.

I also checked out the Santa Monica area which was quite nice. They had all those little Baywatch towers on the beach but there was no Hoff in sight.

Ultimately I think I'm pissed off at L.A. because the public transport is so crap. It took me at least two hours to get anywhere, and it's not the traffic. I took a cab one night and it took me 20 minutes to travel what would take 3 hours by train or bus. It's for this reason that I believe the movie Speed is a fallacy. I don't think I ever saw a bus reach 50 miles an hour, let alone stay above it.

I was quite glad to be finally heading back to Big White. On the plane back I watched No Country For Old Men, which is absolutely awesome, however the plane landed with 4 minutes of the movie to play. I blame the fucking French for this because Air Canada kept interrupting the movie for each announcement and every time the captain said anything, the air hostess had to translate it into French. So I don't know if the crazy killer dude kills that guy's wife and I have no idea what the hell it's got to do with Tommy Lee Jones.

I was happy when I got back to Big White. It's a lot more relaxing here. When I got back they stuck me in a different room with a couple of guys who actually go to bed before midnight, which is good. The last week of skiing has been excellent and it's been snowing every night. The thing I can't believe is the resort is closing on April 6, no exceptions, but they have tonnes of snow. They have more snow then Perisher would have mid-season. It's nuts.

It's kind of funny because I've got to know a lot of the people here and feels quite homely, but it's all coming to an end as soon as the season ends and every one is making plans to move on. I've got exactly one more week left here before I begin my road trip with Simon down the west coast. We're going Seattle, Portland, San Francisco, Los Angeles and the Las Vegas. It should be a pretty epic 3 week journey.

Also, I went tubbing tonight and then I watched LOST, both of which were awesome.

Sick powder and other spiffy things

Today I went skiing on some awesome blue runs with Simon, a little English guy from Oxford that I've met here. Things went well until I decided I was tired of standing, and would instead sit down on my skis. It was an excellent stack but in the process I sprained my right thumb. This annoys me because it means I might not be able to take notes when I go to the Robert McKee STORY seminar next week.

I fly to Los Angeles on Tuesday. I've changed my accommodation so that I'm now staying at a location less prone to gang land shootings. I'm staying at the Travel Lodge next to LAX. I'm going to see if I can reenact scenes from Heat while I'm there. I also found out that a Swiss guy I met at the hostel is also going to be in LA at the same time so were going to meet up. I figure we can party at the Viper Room and then take a photo of the corner where River Phoenix died. Los Angeles has a lot of history.

Skiing Zombies

Big White currently has enough fog to make a good Resident Evil movie. This makes me think that the next logical step for the zombie genre is to make a movie set in a ski resort.

On the other hand it was like a Heath Ledger party in my room last night and as a result I've requested a room change.

I've officially extended my trip by an extra 2 weeks and am now coming back on the 5th of May.

Next week I'm going down to Los Angeles for a week. I had booked accommodation in Venice Beach but I was talking to a girl who said that when she stayed there, five murders occurred in two days. A few other people had also given me looks that read "Are you fucking crazy". As a result I'll be rethinking my accommodation.