Dead men walk. And do laundry.

Seeing as how this is MY weblog and it's my perogative to moan and whinge about whatever I please, I choose to emote how friggin' gassed I:00 AM right now. Between last Monday and Sunday night, I worked 75 hours for both Day Job and Night Job. At the end of the day Sunday I asked if I could punch out and one of my managers, making a bad joke, said, "You wanna punch us out?" (har har har). To which I responded, "I think if I tried to punch you out, we'd BOTH fall over." That's how tired I was after this weekend (our Mondo-Winter's-Coming-So-Let's-Have-A-Freakin'-Huge-Sale-And-Invite-Everyone Sale). Sold a lot of footwear and trekking poles and didn't get a lot of sleep. Fortunately my shift on Monday night was totally dead and I was able to sort of chillax at work. Right now I'm in bed listening to a rather chill electronic mix a friend of mine made for me (props to Kate!). I can't wait for Sunday, the day of sleeping in.

I went to the Banff Mountain Film Festival on Saturday night (sorry Porchers for missing the art show). There was a decent mix of films. Some short, some long, some funny, some quite serious. They showed the Grand Prize winner of the Festival called "Conflict Tiger". The film addresses the thorny issue of human/tiger encounters and attacks in Eastern Siberia. The film was good for many reasons. Firstly, it's just a nice looking film. The cinematographer got some great shots (though some were reused) of Siberia in winter and it was hauntingly beautiful. Secondly, the film moralizes, but there's several different morals that all seem to conflict with eachother. The problem is that the wholesale bargains logging companies are getting on Siberian forests is crucially destroying the habitat of the Siberian Tiger (which, trivia fans, is the largest cat in the world). The problem is also that, since the fall of communism, people in isolated villages have no work and, therefore, tigers prove to be a good source of money. The problem is that people have no respect for tigers anymore, or that tigers no longer fear humans. It was a pretty complex film, and I like complex films. They're the ones that make you think. Thirdly, the film was all in Russian. Lucky me.

Well, I should get some shut-eye. Two weeks till England.