Vancouver, feat. LMFAO, Ke$ha and My Sisters.

For those of you that read my blog, you probably knew or had the idea that I got VIP tickets to the Ke$ha concert last night in Vancouver. I went with my two closest sisters and we really had one of the most incredible nights ever!

This concert is something that I’ve been waiting a long time for with my sisters. We bought our VIP tickets a couple of

My Sisters and I At The Concert (I Look Mental... Oh Well...)

months ago and have been pumping ourselves up everyday since. The wait did end up a little stressful though; on Wednesday we checked the mail again, but still didn’t have our tickets yet. Since the concert was only another 2 days away, I decided to phone the ticketing company to see what I could do if the tickets don’t arrive.

After waiting almost an hour on hold with Ticketmaster and listening to the same annoying instrumental song over and over and over again, I finally got to talk to the customer service representative. She told me that our tickets were never even sent because the Postal Workers Strike was going on at the same time we purchased our VIP package. I have to admit, that made me a bit mad. If they weren’t sent because of that, then why didn’t they send them either after the strike was over or at least let us know. So after a bit of a bickering, the lady finally let us able to just print off our tickets. I was a little disappointed too, its always nice to have a hard copy of the ticket to keep as a memory. But it was alright in the end, I ended up with lots of souvenirs in a way (Ke$ha condoms she shot out in the crowd, free buttons were handed out, an LMFAO glowstick and tonnes of glitter!).

Friday morning I left at about 9AM, this way I could pick up one of my sisters at 10 and the other at 11. Plus Vancouver is a few hundred kilometres away, so it takes about 5 hours of driving to get there from my house. Although, when I picked up my first sister, we made a quick stop at Wal-Mart to get some glitter for Ke$ha!

Another hour later, we arrived at my older sisters house. This was a little longer of a stop since she was giving the babysitter instructions about where to find things, typical bedtimes etc. But we were soon on our way!

To be honest, I was a little worried that we would be a bit reserved or even awkward with each other a tad since it’s been so long since the three of us really hung out like this. I gotta say though, it was a great experience and definitely didn’t end up being that way at all.

We actually learned a lot about each other during the long drive and definitely noted a lot of sibling similarities. We got talking about some of our bad habits that we have, which is something we never really admit to each other. We were just listing them off as we thought of them, and it turned out that 95% of the things one of us mentioned was pretty mutual between us. I always kinda just took all that for granted and I feel as though this trip brought us closer as siblings.

Once in Vancouver, finding our hotel proved to be a little difficult. We managed to get a pretty affordable room on Robson Street, at a hotel called The Barclay. But on the way, we thought we would use the GPS since we didn’t note what street the hotel was on. That ended up not really being the smartest idea since the GPS decided to be pubescent and non-cooperative. It took us around in circles and down some very creepy and sketchy back allies. Then at one point it lost where we were and decided we were in the middle of the Pacific ocean. We did manage to find our hotel though and got checked in right away.

By that point we just had a couple hours until the concert since it started at 7:30, so my sisters began to get ready.

When it came to doing their makeup, this meant it was time for my sisters to get the glitter going. I let them spray my beard with glitter a bit, but then they really went nuts on the glitter. It was literally like the Glitter Fairy threw up all over our hotel room. Especially the bathroom. There was glitter everywhere in our hotel room. Even where you’d least expect it. I just hope I don’t get charged extra on my credit card for that huge mess of glitter. Especially since we started drinking a bit while getting ready too. It wasn’t anything really heavy, just a mix of a double of vodka, topped off with some lemonade and club soda. It actually tasted pretty decent too.

At about 6:40 we started walking to Rogers Arena, getting excited the entire way. Once inside, we got ourselves two beers each and headed down to the floor level VIP section. Meaning the very front, at the stage. Literally spitting distance from Ke$ha, LMFAO and Spank Rock.

At this point, the first opening act, Spank Rock was starting his portion. Neither of us even heard of him before, but he was pretty decent with his performance, rapping and stage presence. He did what he was supposed to do and get the crowd pumped for the main event, Ke$ha.

Next they set up quite quickly for LMFAO to do their part. It really didn’t take any time at all. Also, by this point the stadium was completely full. I know LMFAO is pretty popular right now, but in all of the concerts I’ve been to, I have never seen an opening act perform with a completely full stadium like that.

I understand why now.

LMFAO did an amazing show! They had an incredible stage presence and were very unique on stage. They even had a huge inflatable zebra flying around the stadium as the crowd shoved it all over the place. Plus not to mention they had some of the most amazing dancers I’ve ever seen as well, they really did some crazy stuff. The entire crowd was dancing, singing and screaming along to their music, which was quite amazing as well, playing up the DJing and sounding just like the album or even better. Lastly, they were really funny too and did a perfect job at getting us all fired up for the main event still to come. But best of all, they put on a really long show for an opening act.

By the time Ke$ha came out, everyone was already on their feet due to LMFAO and really feeling the energy from their music. The crowd and the loud bass beat from Ke$ha’s drummer was starting to blow the roof off the place, then she emerged into the darkness, wearing these awesome light up glasses!

Next, the spotlights clicked onto her and she started to sing!

This was the first concert I’ve been to where I was disappointed from the main act. Ke$ha wasn’t that great of a singer, her voice was way worse than from her albums and a lot of the time she wasn’t even singing, just kinda yelling. Plus she was kinda chunky too! I was shocked. I mean, the money we paid to go to the concert was worth it (because of LMFAO), but we were still disappointed and thought that Ke$ha should be opening for LMFAO instead.

So when the concert ended, we were just leaving the doors of Rogers Arena when some guy offered us a little flyer. Usually we just ignore those people in Vancouver because they are just soliciting random things that never pertain to us, but luckily for us, this time we actually took them. It was a little card that was advertising an afterparty for LMFAO at a club called The Helm, located on Howe Street, Downtown Vancouver. The card actually said, “Featuring the setlist from SkyBlu of LMFAO”, so we figured it was just a DJ mixing some LMFAO songs or whatnot. But for some reason, we were feeling spontaneous and kinda wanting to make up for our disappointment of Ke$ha, so we started heading for The Helm.

Once we arrived, there wasn’t really a lineup, but there was a sign that said everyone needed to be on the guestlist in order to get in. So we kinda felt defeated and began to leave to our hotel. But after walking a couple metres, we just decided to go back and at least try to get in since we walked all that distance to get there.

Of course though, I got designated to be the talker.

When I approached the bouncer at the door (whom was probably 3 times my size), I simply asked if I would be able to get in with my two sisters.

His reply was, “Ok… Are you on the guestlist?”

I felt defeated after he asked that because I figured that when when I said “No”, he would tell us we wouldn’t be able to get in. Luck was going my way for once though and he told me, “You know what, I think I have room for three more if you show us some ID and pay $60 for the cover.” So we horked over our ID’s, the $60, and were stamped in.

I had never paid that much for a cover charge, usually I try not to pay any more than $10 for a cover, otherwise it was too expensive and not worth it. But since we were being spontaneous that night, we swiftly handed over the cash.

When we first arrived, we were a little unsure as to what to think of the place. It was pretty fancy and the DJ was going crazy on the stage, but the mood and vibe wasn’t really set yet, so it didn’t feel completely right. With that feeling we decided to get another drink, so I got my favorite, a pint of Guinness. It was a pretty big pint though, but I didn’t mind, it was Guinness!

When we were walking through the crowd with our drinks, my two sisters were walking in front of me, heading somewhere. I was mostly just busy elbowing people out of the way, being a little aggressive to stand my ground and not get separated from my sisters. Then all of a sudden my sisters stopped in their tracks. The one leading the way had this crazy look on her face, as if she were a dear in the headlights; then my sister behind her was pointing with her mouth hanging open at the guy beside us.

So I elbowed him once he was next to me, like I was doing to everyone else.

When I looked at him though, we made eye contact and instantly I got the same look on my face as my first sister, plus the mouth hanging like my second sister combined.

It was the guys from LMFAO!

I couldn’t believe my eyes and was completely shocked. They went up on the small stage platform, and starting DJing the club.

It was awesome!

They are quite intense and wicked DJ’s, playing some awesome songs and even performing quite a number of theirs. Myself and my two sisters managed to elbow our way to the front of the crowd and get on some intense dancing with the crowd. The entire energy and feeling of the place picked up significantly and it was my best clubbing experience ever! All their dancers were there too, giving everyone free shots and dancing like crazy, even the super cute and hot dancer girl from the concert!

While they were DJing one of their own songs and singing and such, there was this girl directly in front of me dancing away, and obviously really drunk. She actually took her shirt and bra off, it was pretty intense and she didn’t even get kicked out neither like most places would do. But it really was insane in there.

Finally, sometime after 2 AM, we got way too hot and sweaty that we needed to get out, so we headed back to the hotel, making a pitstop at McDonald’s first though for a late night snack.

 

This post doesn’t really do the night any justice since it was so epic (and this is coming from a guy that Never says “epic”), but I just wanted to share it with my friends on the interwebs. My sisters and I also vowed to come back to Vancouver again when LMFAO get their own tour going.

 

Tyson Trepidations.

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Boys Eat Dirt

One of my older sisters came down today for the long weekend, and we were all making a bit of a plan for our trip to Vancouver next week for the concert. Next thing we knew, we were talking about how it’s the first time we are doing something together in a while. I mean I’ll hang out with my sisters, but usually its one at a time sort of thing.

My sister Phalon is pretty close to my age. She’s only a year older (except people constantly think that she’s younger than me). Then my next sister, Paige, is seven years older than me.

Somehow we got talking about some of the stunts that my sister Phalon and I got into when we were younger since we were so close in age.

When we were really young (I think I was going on 4 years old), and just moved to this town, I was playing outside in the dirt with my sister. My sister started telling me that I should eat some of the dirt. But being a smart almost 4 year old, I knew something was awry. So I inquired, “Why?”.

Her response to my question was something like, ” Well because all boys eat dirt!”

Of course being the much smarter, younger brother, I added, “But I never saw dad eating any dirt.”

Then came the trickery, and probably what scarred me to be the odd person I am today. My sister told me, “That’s because he does it at work with all the other boys that work there.”

So I ate dirt.

The moral of the story:

Girls are evil.

Sisters are evil.

I guess I was a little evil too as a child, but my sister was always right there by my side doing the same too. Heck, she probably egged half of it on like that dirt eating incident.

I remember our first neighbors when we moved here. They were always pretty nice at first, but after a couple of years, when I was about six or seven, they started being not very friendly to my parents. So as a result, my sister and I decided to get payback against them.

We always heard our parents talking about making their lawn greener than our neighbours too, so we decided to help them out as our first payback. So one day when our neighbours weren’t home, we took some of their bleach that they left outside and poured the entire bottle all over their front lawn. It was pretty genius of us too considering that those spots of their lawn were completely dead after some time. Then the same day, we also decided to clog their eaves, so we shoved every page from the newspaper into their eaves spout. I think we did that one because we sat there waiting about 2 minutes for their lawn to die, and when it didn’t die before our eyes, we wanted to make sure we made our point.

Over the months we tried to do more to get our revenge too.

During the fall time, they had these plants along the top of the fence, so we knocked every single of them down into their yard. During the winter we shovelled all of our snow from our back yard, into their driveway, and even made sure to get some doggy doo doo in with it too. Then in the spring, more specifically, at Easter, we got a bunch of gum from the Easter Bunny. So we chewed all of it, made a huge glob and wrapped it around the tree in their yard.

We were quite the deviants. I think those must have been the rebel days of our lives too. I kinda feel bad for our neighbours now, but I guess we could have done worse right? Besides, we were young and didn’t know any better from pouring bleach on the neighbours lawn.

“One day Alice came to a fork in the road and saw a Cheshire cat in a tree. ‘Which road do I take?’ she asked. ‘Where do you want to go?’ was his response. ‘I don’t know,’ Alice answered. ‘Then,’ said the cat, ‘it doesn’t matter.” – Alice In Wonderland

Tyson Trepidations.

A Sock Saved Is A Penny Earned

Generally I have never had a problem with saving money, I’m pretty well self-disciplined and don’t spend a lot of money on things I don’t need. I actually rarely ever buy myself something, most of the time my money is spent doing things instead.

Even that time as a kid when my sister and I saved up all kinds of change and money to get our hamster, we always kept it in an old coffee tin and never ever took anything out of it to spend or play with. More recently, just last summer my family set up a savings jar to be able to afford for all of us to go to the PNE at the end of summer. It only took us two months to get enough money to pay for a hotel for 4 plus entry and ride tickets at the PNE. Then just last night my sister and I started a new savings jar that we will add to all year long until next summer so we can do something crazy.

Just from last night and today, we already have $69.96 in the jar. But of course I don’t expect it to keep filling up that fast. The first $40 was a donation from our parents, I added the $10 bill I had in my wallet; then the rest is from change I found in my room, my sister found, wallet, under the seats of all the cars in the family, and from cans and bottles that we had around the house.

What really kicked off our saving though was taking the dog for a walk last night. We took him around to all the three schools in this town and decided we would pick up all the cans in the area while we were walking.

Somehow we got talking about doing a trip next summer, and I told her my plans to do some crazy stuff. The mix of picking up the bottles got us thinking that maybe we should start saving for a trip or an adventure next year. So we started and really got into it. Heck, we even looked inside the garbage cans all over the three schools, which actually gave us a pretty good amount of bottles. Following that, we decided we would take a nice drive up some of the dirt roads and pick up a few bottles along them as well. By the end of the night, we filled up a garbage bag 3/4 of way with bottles and cans, making it a pretty successful night of collection.

Today I cashed in all the non-alcoholic bottles and cans, getting us $8 to add to our jar, but I still have to bring in the alcoholic ones which will give us a lot more money. I couldn’t do that today though because the liquor stores aren’t accepting them until after the long weekend.

It’s kinda funny actually how when my sister and I make a goal or start planning something, we really get into it and make our best strives to succeed in our plans or ideas. I feel like we will be pretty successful in this endeavour. Plus! I’m going to start putting away a certain percentage of my pay cheques in the jar to help as well. It wont be much since I’m cutting my hours down to two or three days a week, but it’ll still help!

Nasty. Dirty Feet Bother Me...

Once we returned from our short bottle hunting excursion, I started to try and think of other ways that we can add to our travel money jar. I know once the winter comes, there are always a couple of older folks that pay me a few dollars to shovel their driveway during snowfalls, which I can always add to the jar. Plus, I’ll probably keep hunting everyone’s cars for loose change as well since they add up quite a bit. I mean in our travel jar right now, we already have almost $14 in loose change.

When I was talking to one of my friends about my plans with my sister, he told me to sell my used, old and dirty socks/shoes on eBay. I laughed fairly heartily too because I thought he was joking, but I kinda got intrigued when he told me that he wasn’t kidding. So I went on eBay and typed in the search bar, “Used Socks”. It’s actually quite amazing how many old and used socks are posted on there, and people are getting anywhere from $2 to $20 on one pair of their used socks.

At first I thought that maybe people were buying them for crafts or to build a tattered sock puppet or something, but after thinking a little, it didn’t make sense because you could just buy a bag of socks at Wal-Mart for cheaper than some of those single pairs of socks. After researching on the internet a little bit though, I found it was more for the people that have a foot fetish, for some reason they got off by buying other people’s old used socks. For fun I also looked up used shoes, and they were selling pretty good as well, somewhere around $30 give and take. I’m not sure if I’m up for selling my old socks and old shoes though. I don’t really care what people would do with them and it doesn’t bother me, once they are out of my possession it doesn’t matter to me anymore. It’s just the principal of it that bothers me. I’m sure I’ll manage to save enough in my other methods though so it shouldn’t be needed to do this. Although, it is very odd, quite unique and baffling that people actually make quite a fortune selling their old socks.

 

“Never put a sock in the toaster.” Eddie Izzard

 

Tyson Trepidations.

Summer 2011: A Review

Okay, so I know summer isn’t really over yet, technically. But to me, it seems like it is since I have no more plans or days off until school starts. Not to mention, its been getting cold at night, I even had to scrape the frost off my car’s window this morning on my way to work AND  Also, when I was driving home after work, I noticed that some of the trees have been

Autumn in British Columbia

starting to yellow/brown/redden already.

Don’t get me wrong neither, I like fall. It’s a pleasant season, not too hot or too cold and British Columbia is absolutely beautiful with it’s magnificent autumn colours.

J’aime le Canada! Vive le Canada!

Oh, and don’t forget! My birthday is in the fall too! October 25th! I actually know a lot of people with birthdays around then. Even just at work, there are two people born on October 26th, and another born on the 24th.

Anyways! Back to my summer review.

It wasn’t my most adventurous summer I’ve had, just one vacation that would probably be the highlight of the entire summer, even though it was just at the beginning. That would have been my two week roadtrip across my wonderful province and country with my Cali G.

Some other highlights would include yesterday with the whitewater rafting and jumping off that cliff; Going to Vancouver to visit with one of my best camp friends; Catching another amazing Bon Jovi concert; The purchase of VIP Ke$ha tickets feat. LMFAO; Camping out at my nieces 13th birthday party; Getting a nice raise at work; Hiking to Moul Falls and the Trophy Mountain Meadows at Wells Grey Park and; lots of awesome summer movies.

I’m sure I’m missing something in there too, that I’ll probably think of later and kick myself for not adding.

A Shot Of Me This Summer, I'm One Scary Dude!

In the whole though, it was pretty enjoyable of a summer, with lots of smiles and I got to make a tonne of other people smile as well. With that said, I am actually looking forward to starting classes on Wednesday, September 7th. I have some really interesting classes and it should be fun learning about the subjects.

As for next summer, I’m not sure what the plans are yet, but I started saving and preparing already. It’s going to be an amazing one and I’m going to make sure to have some very adventurous plans and see lots of new things. Today I even got out of the house with my sister and we went to all the schools around town with the dog collecting all the pop cans and beer bottles. Heck, we even got our inner bum on and looked in the garbage cans. Going to cash them in tomorrow!

“Glory is fleeting, but obscurity is forever.” – Napoleon Bonaparte

Tyson Trepidations.

Don’t Wrinkle My Toothpaste

Today I was looking into some more motorcycles, deciding which one I could get next year. At first I really liked the sport bikes, something fast and exciting, but after thinking a little bit, I decided to go with something more towards the streetbike and cruiser. That way I can take a passenger and they will feel more comfortable on the back of one of those. Plus a lot of them still go pretty fast anyways. I find that I’ve been gravitating towards some of the older bikes from the 80’s. A lot of them have a really neat look that I like, the only problem is that I don’t want an old that may give me some problems. I found tonnes with very low kilometres, but still with age things wear. Maybe I should just go with what I though, I have a mechanic living next door, plus one of my friends went through school to be a mechanic, and motorcycles are a lot simpler to fix up than a car or a boat. But I still have lots of time since its an investment for next year, but so far it looks like a Shadow or maybe a Virago, or something of similar style. Heck, if I keep this beard going, I’ll even have that to match! (Doubtful, a huge biker beard on me would look horrible!).

Alright, so my title doesn’t really have anything to do with motorcycles, that’s mostly because I’m changing subject now to suit it a bit more! I want to talk about my peeves. I have some odd ones, as does everyone else, but I have some fairly normal and common ones as well. So here they are:

One of my biggest peeves, that makes me hide my toothpaste whenever my sister is around, is having a wrinkly tube of

This is a big "no no" too.

toothpaste. Seriously, you don’t have to squish the entire tube from the middle and make wrinkles all over it! It should be nice and smooth and gentle to the fingers.

I don’t like dishonesty. I’m pretty good at telling when someone’s giving me bullshit, I read their body expressions and their face quite well. It drives me completely up the wall when I can tell someone is just telling me something to try and impress me or whatever.

When people call me Slurpy! My last name’s Schleppe, not Slurpy, completely different.

When people don’t capitalize my name. tyson schleppe. That’s nasty and ugly. I think it’s a bit of a respect thing too, so please, Tyson Schleppe. (This is probably the only time on my posts you’ll hear my real name).

Lending out a book and getting it back with a bent up spine, stained pages, bent cover or dog eared pages. I think it’s good to treat books with respect and show the same to their authors. Especially if its just something that’s loaned to you too, this is why I usually give people books rather than loan them.

Girls that rape my braces. Scarred for life. Thanks.

Not being able to whistle since I got my braces.

Getting objects stuck on my braces.

Flakey people. If you make plans, then you should be able to do them. I understand once in a while, but all the time is a little excessive.

Bimbos. Enough said.

 

“Expect trouble as an inevitable part of life, and when it comes, hold your head high. Look it squarely in the eye, and say, ‘I will be bigger than you. You cannot defeat me.” – Ann Landers

 

Tyson Trepidations.

There’s No Words To Describe A Smile

Today I was working a dayshift over at the restaurant, it wasn’t too bad of a day neither. But during the first shift change, when one of my co-workers came in, I noticed that she must have been crying a lot today. Her eyes were all red, had that bit of sparkle to them that said they were crying and plus her attitude hinted towards the fact as well. Being me of course, I felt a little bad and wanted to cheer her up a bit. I don’t know why, but when someone around me has been having a bad day or anything of the sort, I’m not really the type of person who will just brush it off and ignore it. Even if its somebody I don’t know. So I started to do what I do best.

Of course I gave her a hug first, I didn’t ask what was wrong or anything, I’m not going to prolong whatever it is that’s making her feel down. Plus, if she felt she needed to tell someone, she know’s I’m an excellent listener. I’m an even better hugger though, everyone at camp told me that I give the best bear hugs ever, so that actually makes me a bit proud of the skill. Plus, I love hugs! I think they are the best when you or someone else is feeling a little less than normal, they are always the perfect pick uppers. When I hugged her though, I could tell that she appreciated it and that’s the feeling that makes me know today was a good day because I could help make somebody elses a little better. It’s who I am.

Of course though, for anyone that knows me, they know I wont stop until I accomplish getting a smile. So my mission wasn’t over yet in trying to pick up one of my workmates day.

After working with her a few times, I know what she appreciates, and that is someone who’s sincere and has that kind of humour as well. So I started to tell her a story about when I was eleven. It was about this one time (when I was eleven obviously), I really wanted to see that movie Jaws. I thought it looked really awesome but my parents didn’t want me watching it, so I never was allowed. But one night, it was on TV at 2 AM, so I snuck out of bed and into the living room just to watch Jaws. Probably not the best of my ideas neither, considering the entire time I was watching it, I didn’t move a muscle because I was so creeped out from the movie and too scared to even twitch. Even when the movie ended, I didn’t get up from the couch because I was too afraid to make it all the way to my room. So needless to say, I ended up spending the night on the couch, without even a wink of sleep. I never did tell my parents about that neither, I just pretended I was up before them the next morning to get ready for school. The worst part though, was the constant nightmares for almost a week because of that movie! I don’t remember what they were about, I just remember they caused some pretty rough nights.

Of course I threw some jokes in there though when I told my co-worker, and she seemed to appreciate it all, I think I even saw a bit of a curl of a smile in the corner of her lips. But unfortunately I wasn’t paying attention enough to read into that microexpression.

After I caught that hint of a bit of a smile though, I knew the one thing that would seal the deal, it always worked and never failed. It’s something that I learned from one of the safety officers we had when I went on a trip to Calgary as a non-commissioned officer in Cadets. Her name was Captain Anderson, and everytime we were unloading the bus, she felt the need to get a smile out of everyone before they climbed off at the destination. So while you approached her, she would say really loudly “SSSSMMMIIIIILLLLLEEE!” and really annoyingly I might add as well. She always did it in quite a high pitched voice and dragged the ‘I’ sound quite a lot as well. Sadly for her, it didn’t work as well as she anticipated. Although, to me, I knew it was all about the execution to get it to work and I perfected what she wasn’t able to do.

So if we rewind a bit…

Ljankdjf ajkdfnkadjkfa danjf bmadjkfnajds fahjdnfna *Moves really fast backwards* kaskdj adfn adnfjsd fakndfn ajd naf

As soon as I saw what I thought was a crack of a smile I looked my fellow worker in the eye, gave her a crooked smile of my own and said excruciatingly loudly, high pitched and with that emphasis on the ‘I’, “SMIIIIIILLEEE!” and just for a good measure, I added a really quick but sharp “SMILE!” afterwards. It worked just how it was supposed to and I knew I successfully completed my mission when I saw that huge grin spread across her face.

So there’s a bit of a glimpse in what I try to accomplish everyday when I can. I love making people smile and when I do, I know that day wasn’t a waste at all because I could do so. In a way, its what I live for and I think I do a pretty good job too if I don’t say so myself.

Where people may propose that a picture can say a thousand words, I propose that a smile can make a thousand words seem like nothing, just the feeling of getting one smile out of somebody who needs it is beyond any of the best words to describe it. So keep that in mind next time you see someone who’s having a bad day, even if you don’t know them.

 

“Let us always meet each other with smile, for the smile is the beginning of love” – Mother Teresa

 

Tyson Trepidations.

The Spy With The Golden Thunderballs

I’m still slowly getting through Carte Blanche; the most recent of Bond book as written by Jeffrey Deaver. I’m only managing to read a couple chapters per day, but that’s alright, just makes the enjoyment last a little longer.

Actually, like a lot of people, I think James Bond is pretty wicked awesome! I love all of the Bond films and the character in general is so suave and brilliant, makes me want to get into the espionage business.

Back in the days of highschool though, I took French all the way until I graduated. I actually really enjoyed the class and wanted to learn as much French as I could since its Canada’s other official language. Of course, at my school we didn’t really have a real French teacher, so we didn’t get taught very well. That’s something that really stumped me when I got into grade twelve because my teacher really knew her French and made us speak it only. It was good, but quite the challenge considering the poor French education that I had received previously. It was mostly fun though because it was a video conferencing class, and the only students from my school there were just my best friend, Steve, and I. So we had a blast singing songs and just going crazy.

When we were in grade eleven, we had this skit assignment. We were to make a skit and perform it in French in front of everyone, as well as the english version too just for fun. Of course since Steve and I were partners, we wanted to do something different from everyone else. We were always like that and extremely creative. So as a change, we decided to turn it into a film rather than a skit. So we made our script during the class time, then when we got home, we filmed the whole thing. Everyone in the class really seemed to enjoy the films a lot too, so we were a hit. Actually, after that, it seemed like everyone in our entire had decided to go on YouTube and watched our video. Everyone seemed to know about it, even the kids we had never talked to before had started asking us about it. We didn’t mind though of course.

That film was a James Bond parody if you must, featuring my best friend as James Bond and myself as the evil scientist. We decided to make the title and amalgamation of James Bond titles and called it: “James Bond: The Spy With The Golden Thunderballs”.

After that year, we had quite an urge to make another movie. Except this time with more freedom for our creativity that the French class didn’t allow us to explore. So we went ahead and created a rough script, but mostly with improv. It was just basically an outline of our actions and a couple lines that we thought we needed to add. That one we decided to start as a new series, since the first was basically all tied up. Plus we wanted something a tad more exciting. So we ended up developing “I Saw Bond’s Bats: The Love That Was Puzzled”. In the short, it was a love story between James Bond and BatShell (A Batman type character, but a girl), being tormented by Jigsaw from the Saw films.

Soon after that one, we decided to make a third film as a sequel to the second. We made more action and had a larger cast of characters as well, but still following the original storyline. This sequel we called, “I Saw Bond’s Bats… Again: The Jigsaw Comes Together”. I’ll leave it at that.

At the end of that third film there’s a bit of cliffhanger that we had intended upon finishing, but never really got around to it. I actually hope that we do in order to conclude the series. Maybe I should look into that… We even have a final script too.

“We make a living by what we get, we make a life by what we give” – Winston Churchill

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