Toren Atkinson’s Absolute Blog

So if my ex-landlord doesn’t give me my damage deposit back, do I call the police or what?

Thanks, Wikipedia and Harper’s Weekly, now I know something that I didn’t know before. And for why? Because last week Grainy pornographic films made for officers of the People’s Army of former Communist East Germany have surfaced in the Stasi files in Berlin. Other good news is that a triceratops skeleton didn’t meet the owner’s reserve minimum of 500,000 euros at a Christie’s auction so it didn’t sell. If it comes down to less than $100 does anyone want to pitch in? I think it would make a good D&D mini.

A coronal mass ejection is when the sun spews billions of tons of ionized hydrogen and helium into space. Sometimes these CMEs, which I like to call sun sharts, knock out our aircraft control gear and power grids. Here’s an amazing video of one of them wrecking a passing comet. http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/7348064.stm

Also, every day is Earth Day. But especially today for some people.

And if all that doesn’t have you rolling on the floor laughing, this will. (For those who don’t know me, I’m being facetious. Although how dumb do you have to be?)

I have a friend who is on the Riot Girls team. The Riot Girls team…of the Terminal City Roller Girls…the Terminal City Roller Girls…of roller derby. Yeah, that thing where two teams of girls on rollerskates skate around in a circle and hip check each other into the spectators. Not knowing what to expect I was taken to the first bout of a four game tournament, which this time was at the Kerrisdale rink. It was decent - I would have enjoyed it more if I understood the scoring, if the seats were comfortable, if you could make out what the announcers were saying, and if the place didn’t smell like a gym bag. But it was a great excuse to eat concession food like hot dogs and root beer.

The intermissions, on the other hand, killed me - they were longer than the game periods and the entertainment was exciting enough that we broke out a pad of paper and started playing tanks - you know, the game where you draw a bunch of tanks on either side of a paper and flick the pen to see how far it moves or if the tanks guns hit the opposing tank - rather than pay attention. It turns out bicycle ballet is not very exciting when the performers don’t actually ride the bikes but just kind of hold on to them and walk around.

Despite - or because of - the crashes and yelling, I can’t really say I found roller derby any more endearing than other competitive sports. The main difference between that and say, a hockey game, is I don’t know anyone on hockey teams, so I have at least some tenuous investment in the outcome of this game. And yes the Riot Girls did indeed trounce the Faster Pussycats.

The Sword has a new album out. If you like metal, you should investigate.

Deanna took me to see Three Inches of Blood a week or two ago at Richards on Richards, and it was hilarious. Heavy metal fans are way more fun to watch than the band itself. The mosh pit was about two rows shy of being surfable, but that didn’t stop many a metalhead. It was great sport to watch them sink, flip, and collapse into the maelstrom of black t-shirts, especially the unfortunately-dressed (or undressed) ladies. We had a bird’s eye view from the balcony right above the band so if we leaned back a bit it seemed like all those people were giving the satan-rock fingers to US.