I have never really been musically inclined. I love music and singing, but I'm not a fantastic singer and, sadly, I have never been able to play an instrument. My dad, most of my uncles and several cousins play multiple instruments but the best I've been able to do was the recorder in elementary school. I've tried several instruments since, but I haven't gotten the hang of any of them.
When it came time to cross this item off the list I took some time to seriously think about what kind of instrument I could realistically learn to play that wouldn't cost me too much. After watching some Youtube videos I developed an interest in the glockenspiel, which is basically a metal xylophone. After price checking around I found a good one and my parents bought it for me as an early birthday present.
Finding sheet music proved to be a challenge. There didn't seem to be anything online specifically designed for glockenspiels, but I found a few I thought I might try. I'm not very good at reading music, however, so I mostly just ended up playing by ear. I fiddle around with it from time to time, but I can really only play one song. And here it is.
Other than that all I can really do is play the scales. Which sounds kind of nice. So I'll show you that too. Please ignore the weird face I'm making.
Have I discovered a new career? No. Will the national glockenspiel players society be knocking on my door any time soon? Absolutely not. But I've found out that it's a lot of fun to play, so I'll keep at it, and who knows? Maybe I'll be rocking out before you know it.
Oh, and just because I thought it was funny, here's my blooper reel.
Attempt one at my song;
And yes, I somehow managed to screw up the scales. Although I swear there was something weird with that key...
Well, I definitely won't be climbing EVERY mountain. This one was...well, let's be honest. I was pretty sure I was going to die on this mountain and that my sister would have to drag my carcass back down behind her. But I didn't. I survived it and, standing at the top of that mountain, I silently congratulated myself for not sitting down on the trail and waiting for my sister and her boyfriend to come back down to retrieve me. It was incredible up there. But more on that later.
As you may remember, shortly before my trip, Alberta was hit by a series of huge rainstorms, which caused massive flooding. By the time I arrived the worst had been cleaned up, but many places were closed, including, very sadly, the Calgary Zoo, which is my favourite place in the city. Another place that was closed; the mountain my sister and her boyfriend had planned to take me to climb.
Time for the back-up plan. A few days before I arrived my sister's boyfriend and his friend went for a hike and the only mountain open was Mount Yamnuska. They didn't die, and, since it was still the only mountain open when my turn came around, I decided to go for it.
Here's a bit of info on Mount Yamnuska. Its official name is actually Mount Laurie, but is most often referred to by its native name, Mount Yamnuska which means "wall of rock". It has a vertical elevation gain of 533 meters, with a trail for hiking and multiple areas for rock climbing. It is listed as a moderately difficult climb and should take about 1-3 hours to complete.
The weather forecast seemed a bit ominous for hike day, but by the time the day rolled around it was sunny and bright. I, of course, didn't have a hat (and received a lecture from my sister in response. Like I'm a mountain climbing expert and knew I'd need a hat! I was surrounded by trees! But I digress...), but I was in luck and my sister had a spare hat in the car.
As we started out I felt great. I had on my new outfit I'd bought just for the occasion and my comfy new sneakers. I skipped along behind my sister and her boyfriend with a smile on my face. And then I ran out of flat ground. By the time I reached this sign about 10 minutes in, the thought "what have I gotten myself into" came screaming into my head.
Turns out I was a little bit more out of shape than I'd thought. And apparently I'm much more appetizing to Albertan mosquitoes than I am to the New Brunswick variety because I was absolutely eaten alive during my hike. I rarely get bitten at all, but on this day I think that every square inch of my body was bitten and itchy. I had to take multiple scratch breaks, so frequently, in fact, that a stranger and his daughter stopped to offer me some After-bite. It helped for a minute, but it was excruciating for most of the journey.
Aside from the bug bites, the fatigue and the fact that there were times when I literally had to lift my leg up the hill with my hands, I couldn't have been happier with my climb. By the time we reached the plateau about half way up I was so excited, I couldn't wait to get to the top. Mostly so I could rest, but that's beside the point.
This is the "crown" of the mountain as seen from about half way up. You don't technically climb to the top unless you use rock climbing equipment. I climbed up to where the tree line ends.
This is the beautiful view of the surrounding mountains. I can't describe how amazing it feels to be looking out at that from the side of a mountain.
I thought this heart shaped lake would make an interesting picture.
Just relaxing.
Somewhere in this picture is the overly friendly (and slightly maniacal) chipmunk who kept disturbing me as I sat admiring the view. My sister's boyfriend and his friend had encountered one on their hike and it bit his friend's finger. I was paranoid that one would bite me too so I kept squirting it with my water bottle when it got too close. Which was frequently. Little bastard made me waste my precious water. They were even worse at the top when we had our snack. I was surrounded on three sides at one point, which we took as our cue to go.
As we neared the top I started to doubt my ability to scramble up the last few feet. My sister and her boyfriend had encouraged me all the way up, and they told me they wouldn't let me cross it off my list if I didn't go all the way to the top. And so I did. Here I am with the beautiful view in the background.
And here is the view from the top. You really can see for miles on a clear day. It's breathtaking.
Here's the view of the valley at the back of the mountain. My sister's boyfriend said that sometimes you can see bears running through the field...which only scared me a bit. Also, as we were sitting here we heard a huge crack of thunder and, consequently, tried to boot it back down the hill as quickly as we could. Because no one wants to be stuck at the top of a mountain in a thunderstorm. We made it down in about 2.5 hours, well ahead of the thunderstorm and headed to Canmore for a celebratory meal at the Grizzly Paw. Yum, yum!
And so, here I am; Lisa Magee, fearless mountain climber. I'll do it again someday, just so I can see that view again. And if you're in the Calgary area, say hello to Mount Yamnuska for me and tell her I'll come see her again soon.
Oh, the Eighth Doctor. Yet more proof that the series has been left in some very incapable hands at times. My issues with the show have never been about the performance of the Doctors themselves. No, not even the Sixth. Ridiculous costume choices, boring story lines, awful companions and poor character arcs were the problem. And the Eighth Doctor was no different.
Paul McGann played the Eighth Doctor, very well in my opinion, in a one-off TV movie created with the intention of regenerating (pardon the pun) the series. It didn't work, but it was once again more due to poor production choices than anything Paul McGann did. He was kind of wonderful actually, almost a perfect segue from Classic to Modern Who. In an effort to appeal to a wider audience, they, regrettably, made everyone with the exception of the Doctor American. It lost some of its charm and authenticity for me there. And they gave him really stupid hair.
There's a lot going on here in only 90 minutes. The Seventh Doctor appears, gets shot and taken to hospital where he 'dies' and then regenerates in the freezer of the morgue. He then stumbles around wrapped in a sheet in his typical regeneration haze, not knowing who he is or what he's doing. He meets up with Dr. Grace Holloway, who thinks he's crazy.In the meantime, the Master is at it again, this time in the form of Eric Roberts, who has always rubbed me the wrong way to begin with. Add some Asian gangs, an atomic clock, car chases, explosions and it starts to feel more like a Jerry Bruckheimer movie than Doctor Who.
By the time the Doctor figures out who he is and forms a plan to save the world yet again, the movie is at least half over. He also gets a bit ripped off in the companion department. He gets saddled with 2 rather poor excuses for companions, who never travel in the TARDIS and who spend most of the movie either working for the enemy or trying to have him arrested. And then in the end they both die...but are somehow brought back. I'm still not entirely sure how.
Grace is the first person he tries to get help from, but she thinks he's crazy and locks him out of her house. Eventually though, she comes around and even earns the distinct honour of being the first companion to smooch the Doctor. GASP!! She's ok, but I've seen far too many companions to be impressed by her. Although to be fair, she didn't get much opportunity to shine in this 90 minute movie.
This is Chang Lee. He is there in the alley when the Seventh Doctor gets shot, and goes to the hospital with him...where he promptly tries to steal the Doctor's stuff when he finds out he's dead. He then teams up with the Master and becomes his lackey, until he realizes the Master doesn't care about him and joins the Doctor. He's pretty boring.
I'm not going to list 5 things about the Eighth Doctor, because I've pretty much told you all you need to know. This movie suffers from too much story in too little time. It was like they tried to fill the gap between 1989 and 1996 and squeeze a whole 4-5 episode story arc into an hour and a half of television time, when most of the people watching would have no idea what was happening. The jump from the style of the Seventh to the Eighth Doctor is a huge one, and the jump from the Eighth to the Ninth is just as big, but at least the Eighth serves as some kind of a bridge between the two eras. The Eighth Doctor continues on in written stories for the next decade, so is allowed to grow a bit more, although not on screen. The show continues to struggle to find its place through these years and into the Ninth years, finally coming into its own during the Tenth Doctor's years. But more on that later...
I'm back!! After my vacation to Calgary, my return and attempt to get back in the swing of things, my birthday, and a trip to PEI this past weekend, I have been horribly neglectful of my blog. But I promise to get a few posts done over the next couple of days and get caught up as soon as I can. I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed right now with all the posts I have to write, but I'll get them done. And then I can start on my new list!
Ok, so, after a rather disastrous turn with the Sixth Doctor, they came back strong with the Seventh. Played by Sylvester McCoy, the Seventh Doctor was quirky, funny, caring and smart. Not the know-it-all kind of smart displayed by the Sixth Doctor, but something that harkened back to the Fourth Doctor. Not too nice, but not overly snarky either. The story lines were a lot more interesting, the characters gelled well together, the technology was finally starting to catch up with the creatures so they looked less phoney....and then they cancelled the show. Assholes. After surviving for 26 years (except for a brief hiatus during the Sixth Doctor), the Doctor just couldn't find a place on TV. Sadly, because these were some of my favourite episodes.
The regeneration scene from the Sixth to the Seventh Doctor is...different. Apparently, Colin Baker (the Sixth Doctor) was upset about the fact that his Doctor was being phased out and refused to appear in the regeneration scene...so instead, they slapped a curly blond wig on Sylvester McCoy, had him lay on the floor of the TARDIS, shook it around a bit and put some squiggly lines over his face. And boom goes the dynamite, the Seventh Doctor arrives. He hangs onto Mel for a few more episodes (unfortunately), before getting a new one and then just disappearing for 7 years.
The Seventh Doctor only had two companions. One I kind of liked, one I kind of hated. Like, she was right up there with Adric on my list of most hated companions.
Mel was there for the horrible regeneration and stuck around for a little bit. She's supposed to be some kind of scientific genius, so when a scientific crisis comes up on an alien planet she stays behind to help out. To be quite honest, most of the time she seems to be more concerned with fitness than science most of the time. I was glad to see her and her annoying voice go.
Ace joined the Doctor right before Mel left. She's a feisty teenager who actually plays well off the Doctor. Although she doesn't take any crap from anyone, she's respectful of the Doctor. Plus, she's an explosives expert, which is awesome. Ace actually gets a back story, which we learn about bit by bit, unlike a lot of companions who just show up (ahem, MEL), or just float through life with the Doctor and then are shuffled off in one way or another. At the end of the Seventh Doctor's run he returns Ace to her home so she can deal with her past and move on with her future. And then he sets off alone. Ah, the lonely life of a Time Lord.
Here are the top 5 things about the Seventh Doctor;
1. Clothes; The Seventh Doctor is a much better dresser than his predecessor. Although he keeps the question marks all over his clothes (for some reason the producer felt it was a good idea, although the sliding ratings since his takeover should have overruled his costume choices), he gets a nice hat, jacket, trousers and a sweater vest, which go well with his ever present umbrella. Which comes in handy from time to time.
2. The Greatest Show in the Galaxy; So, the premise of this episode was that there were aliens who set up a circus for their own entertainment. They found people wandering the desert and forced them to perform in the ring. If they weren't entertaining enough, they were vaporized. Obviously, the only person to succeed was the Doctor, so he defeated the aliens. The cool part about this episode was the girl in this picture. She turned into quite a believable werewolf. Pretty good visuals.
3. The Candyman; This was another of my favourite episodes, 'The Happiness Patrol'. This guy you see in the picture here is the Candyman, a bad guy who is made of, apparently, licorice allsorts. And how, does the Doctor defeat him? By spraying him with lemonade so he sticks to the floor. Twice. Eventually he gets sucked into a tube and destroyed. But before that, he is candy-coated awesomeness.
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| Stigorax |
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4. Stigorax; This is a Stigorax named Fifi, and her master Helen A, the Architect of Happiness in 'The Happiness Patrol'. I'm pretty sure it was just a puppet, but it looked cool, and it reminded me a lot of Rahzar from the Ninja Turtles.
5. Awesome Cameo; I have always loved cameos, and I have seen surprisingly few in my watching of 30 odd years of the Doctor. Maybe I'd see more if I watched more British TV (I've already noticed several in my viewing of the Tenth Doctor, but more on that later), but I definitely noticed this one. I even IMDBd it to make sure I was right. And I was. Behold! I give you....Geoffrey Butler from 'Fresh Prince' playing a bartender to the Seventh Doctor!!
And so that's the Seventh Doctor. Although the show was cancelled during his run, he is in my opinion one of the best Doctors. When they made the TV movie in the mid nineties in hopes of resurrecting the series, he was great enough to come back and reprise his role. He's definitely worth a watch!
When it came time to cross this item off the list I took some time to seriously think about what kind of instrument I could realistically learn to play that wouldn't cost me too much. After watching some Youtube videos I developed an interest in the glockenspiel, which is basically a metal xylophone. After price checking around I found a good one and my parents bought it for me as an early birthday present. 
