troy

Jeff Bohnhoff's infamous debut concert at FKO, you know.


Allison was sick yesterday, so we cancelled Urban Tapestry practice last night. I got together with my friend Cathy instead, and we went to see Troy. I went in with low expectations and enjoyed the movie more than I expected, mainly because of Sean Bean. Brad Pitt definitely buffed up for this flick, but was too Brad Pittish for my tastes and I enjoyed the movie despite him rather than because of him.

Here's Troy in 15 Minutes, for your amusement. Found the link through Reid's blog.

Today's photos are pics I posted in Jeff Bohnhoff's Orkut scrapbook as part of an entertaining (to us, anyway :-) online conversation.

I've invited Orkut-types to post a fictitious testimonial on my profile page, by the way. Many thanks to those who have participated thus far. Here are the adventures so far:

From JULIE:

"I first met the Diabolical Debbie Ohi some time in 1999. She had some business to do and had brought her bodyguard with her. He was suitably menacing, in a ruggedly handsome kind of way. Debbi, by contrast, dispensed smiles and candy and trailed a fairytale wake of small birds and butterflies; but she walked with the quiet confidence of someone who was quite willing to kick your ass if you made her.

I was immediately suspicious.

Although we subsequently sat 50 feet from each other I never actually witnessed Debbie do anything that resembled work. Strangely, phenomenal amounts of work still managed to get done. I have long suspected her of whipping her staff when no-one was looking. The perma-grins they wore the rest of the time, and the constant, grating sounds of merriment eminating from their corner of cubeville were a little too perfect... Everyone wanted to work for Debbie, but once they were in, no-one would say a bad word about her.

As I said: Diabolical."

From SHERMAN:

"In 1988, I was on a Peace Corps dig in West Nagibi, doing the usual Peace Corps thingódigging latrines in the sandy areas outside villages, showing locals how to make solar ovens so they could take advantage of the sun in the rainy season, and convincing new mothers to breastfeed as they were being handed 5-for-1 coupons for 'starter' infant formula with a free carton of cigarettes. I showed what American know-how was all about that year.

In any case, I was incredibly surprised to hear a slight Canadian accent one market day in the middle of a huddle. All I could hear was a furious bidding process in the Nagibi style (which somehow involved cell phones), and smiling villagers gripping a few dozen bookmarks, which they they tried to sell me for 30% markup. It was a charming scam, and Debbie helped by rigging it so one villager would get $30 extra each month for stimulating the market. Then she'd come by with a new 'product' the next quarter. I admired her moxie even as I hated her amorality."

From AMANDA:

"I don't really know Debbie. I sold her some Jimmy Choo stillettos last week and she asked me if I was on Orkut. I said yeah and she wanted me to sign up as her friend.

But I'm just on here to say that her check bounced and she has free shoes!

Thief! If you had any kind of character you'd bring them back!

So if you live in Toronto totally keep your eye out for an Asian woman wearing hot pink Jimmy Choo's. She had on a pair of black pantent leather pants when she was here.

I want those shoes back you skank!"

If you're not on Orkut and you want to be and I actually know you in person, feel to let me know; I'll send you an invitation.

Have a great weekend, everyone!

Jeff's stint in an ABBA tribute band during the late 70s.

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