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Water Fight Part 2: Sunday at 1

Back by popular demand, the second edition of Montreal’s Largest Water Fight is tomorrow (Sunday) at 1 p.m. at Angrignon Park (by the lake just outside the metro station).

Facebook lists 150 confirmed guests, which probably means it’ll get about 75 or so. The weather tomorrow is supposed to be cooler and dryer than today, but still warm and humid.

If you didn’t make it to the last one, check out the pictures on Flickr or Facebook to see what’s in store.

Me at Montreal’s Largest Water Fight

If I can look this sexy after being bombarded by water, chances are you can look better.

A few tips from someone who didn’t think before the first one:

  1. Bring a small watertight sandwich bag to put your wallet and cellphone in so they don’t get soaked. Keep anything you don’t really need at home.
  2. Consider bringing a spare pair of shoes (or do it in sandals), as well as dry clothes in a watertight plastic bag unless you want to go home soaking (which isn’t necessarily a bad idea)
  3. Test your weapons before heading down
  4. Remember that this is dirty lake water being shot at you, not clean tap water. Act accordingly, and don’t drink it.
  5. If you’re buying a gun last-minute, Canadian Tire and Wal-Mart (both are a short bus trip away from the Angrignon Metro on the 106) have cheap Chinese Super-Soaker knockoffs for about $20.

I stand by my choice

Montreal bloggers have some odd choices for fantasy vacations. (Marge Simpson? Really?)

Gimme some of this and some of that. Or maybe merge them somehow?

Speaking of YULblog, it seems Happy hates me. Why? Everyone loves me, especially dogs. Now you might argue (as Christelle did) that Happy has never met me before, and that it was in a bar packed with people and loud noises late at night. But I think it’s because Happy is a stupid, mean dog. She doesn’t even read this blog!

Fagstein’s First Annual Montreal Fireworks Awards

Montreal’s fireworks season has finally come to an end. The winners were announced on Saturday: Britain, Germany and the United States.

Now that it’s all over, I present to you my awards for the 2007 Montreal fireworks season.

Best musical selection: USA. All Elvis. Bold, original. Putting a 30-minute fireworks display with a single artist’s songs takes quite a bit of work, but it seemed to do the trick. One caveat: Heartbreak Hotel just doesn’t scream “fireworks”. It’s a stretch taken too far.

Worst musical selection: France. Why am I listening to spoken word crap during a fireworks presentation? I want music to move me, not some guy talking.

Most clichéd musical selection: England. U2’s Beautiful Day. Need I say more?

Best musical synchronization: Germany. I hate to use the cliché of German efficiency, but in this case it’s apt. At one point a simple melody was played, and some near-ground fireworks were setup in a line representing the different notes. The fireworks played a piano, and it was done perfectly.

Best shape formation: USA. People always tell me that some fireworks are designed to turn into shapes, and I always have to take their word for it, because all I see is a bunch of dots in no discernable pattern. Though the shapes were obvious (a heart, a deformed cube symbolizing dice for Viva Las Vegas, numerals), at least they worked. But it was the very-well-done multicoloured happy faces that pleased the crowd the most.

Most pointlessly long delay between segments: Canada. For some reason, at points during the show, there was minutes of narration. That’s great if you’re reading to a five-year-old, but to everyone out there it just meant minutes of no fireworks. And to those who didn’t have radios, it was even worse.

Worst technical failure: Canada. A 19-minute delay only a couple of minutes into the show. I realize fireworks are dangerous and you don’t want to rush it, but the fans were getting restless near the end, and started chanting. (UPDATE: I’ve been asked to clarify that the delay wasn’t Canada’s fault — but the long narration segments still are)

Biggest big bang finale: Canada. Wow. It’s one thing to have fireworks so bright that the entire crowd is lit up and you can see their faces. But our country’s finale brought the hand of God to lift the Sun over La Ronde for a minute or two. A well-deserved round of applause followed from the crowd who forgot all about their technical difficulties.

Best (free) vantage point: The parking lot – or whatever it is – on Notre Dame at Parthenais Street. Plenty of space, and it’s just across the river from where the action is.

Most over-rated vantage point: Jacques-Cartier Bridge. When you’re not being anally-probed by the RCMP, you can try and struggle with thousands of others to get a spot along a giant fence. If you’re not so lucky (and don’t have an extra hour to get up there early for a spot), you can stand on the closed roadway, with three fences between you and the fireworks, ensuring you can barely see a thing.

Best logistics: STM traffic control. The Papineau metro station was turned into Grand Central Station twice a week, with yellow tape, multiple ticket-takers and police stationed in such a way to ensure everyone got in and out safely. Extra trains were brought into service after the fireworks to take people home, and a similar operation was setup at Berri-UQAM for all the transfers to the orange line.

Worst logistics: Police traffic control. Whether Sainte-Catherine street was ever closed to traffic is a mystery. Either way, pedestrians didn’t care. During part of the season it was car-free because of a street fair in the Gay Village a few blocks down. But police made no effort to keep either pedestrians or vehicles out of the street, leading to them literally butting heads with each other.

Best critical evaluations: Paul’s Pyrotechnics Page. Detailed reports on every show going back over a decade. Well worth a few minutes to check out. (You can also check out the website of Georges Lamon in French)

Worst critical evaluations: Rhythme FM hosts. “Magnifique!” “Spectaculaire!” “Une des meilleurs!” The same words would follow every single show on the airwaves of the one station that broadcasts the music for the benefit of those outside La Ronde. Yeah, I realize they were all very good, and that you’re not going to put pyrotechnical engineers on, but don’t pretend like you’re evaluating something critically if you have no idea what you’re taking about, have never seen professional fireworks before and are just amused at the idea of bright lights.

Biggest missed opportunity: Rhythme FM. How expensive would it have been to drive a few vans down to the foot of the bridge and turn up the speakers so people could listen to the music? Most people who went down there didn’t have radios (and so only got half the experience). A golden marketing opportunity down the drain.

Most annoying people: Those god-awful glow-thing vendors. What exactly is the purpose of these things, other than to have little children wave them around in front of me while I’m trying to watch the fireworks? And not only are you peddling these wares before and after the show, you’re actually walking in front of everybody while the fireworks are going off, blocking our view! Go back to the Old Port and pick on some tourists.

The ultimate Transformers geek

Two articles this weekend by yours truly:

This week’s blog is Urban Photo (or should I say “URBANPHOTO”?) by freelance writer Christopher DeWolf. It’s one of the ones that’s been on my list for a while (long before he asked me to write about it). It covers urban life and design with an emphasis on photography. Its contributors include blogosphere familiars like Kate McDonnell and A.J. Kandy.

Also this week is a Justify Your Existence profile of Transformers collector Daniel Arseneault. He has 1,700 of the action figures but still manages to have a normal-sounding life. Yeah, he lives in his parents’ basement (with a staircase that forces you to bend down as you descend lest you hit your head), but he’s an auto mechanic and sport enthusiast with a fiancée. Read up about him here and on his website, or join his Montreal Transformers Fans Facebook group.

And while you’re checking out Montreal Diary this week, you can read Amy Luft’s recounting of last week’s water fight.

It’s Just for Laughs — why am I not laughing?

Montreal’s Just for Laughs comedy festival is essentially over. The big-ticket galas are done, the newspapers have moved on, and the streets have been handed over to the Francofolies.

Last weekend, I stopped by the JFL street festival to see what was going on. They had lots of stuff there: a giant human-sized chess game (they had an entire section for games including checkers, darts, trivia games, and pool), street theatre, giant heads, people on stilts (and their over-aggressive crowd-clearers), overpriced “official” merchandise, annoying noisemakers, and charismatic Videotron-branded information booths.

As I walked through it all, I wondered: What does any of this have to do with comedy? Nobody was laughing. The only thing in the entire closed-off get-searched-as-you-enter zone that brought on any laughter was a giant screen showing Just for Laughs Gags.

If you want to have people playing chess on the street, go ahead. But don’t brand it “Just for Laughs” when there’s no laughter involved.

Hey you! Are you dry?

I’m drenched. Just came back from Angrignon Park, where “Montreal’s Largest Water Fight” took over an area next to a lake and about 100-150 people with their $20 Chinese Super-Soaker knockoffs targetted each other with no mercy.

A few things to note:

  • The turnout was far fewer than Facebook’s 980 “confirmed guests”. This was due to a number of reasons, chief among them I think being that many confirmed their attendance over a month ago and may have forgotten about it since then. Nevertheless, it was more than enough to make it enjoyable for everyone and keep it going for hours.
  • Facebook is clearly getting more mainstream, and its events are getting media coverage:
    • TQS had a cameraman
    • CTV sent reportobabe Annie DeMelt (sadly, she came out of it bone dry). She spent the 30 minutes she was there mostly on the phone with her assignment editor (I’m always surprised by how much TV reporters spend taking on their cellphones while on location). She seemed a bit peeved that there weren’t more people, and that she couldn’t find the organizer. Sure enough, the report on the news focused on the attempt to break the world record, which was on nobody’s mind at the time.
    • The Gazette sent new crack reporter Amy Luft with photographer Tim Snow. Tim apparently got some excellent shots of me being showered with a hundred streams of water simultaneously. Hopefully my dear editors will have the sense to save me from the public humiliation. Look for the article in The Gazette next Saturday in Montreal Diary.
  • Two people showed up about two hours into the fight with coolers and buckets. The buckets were filled with water balloons and the coolers with free cans of Guru. Apparently the unappetizing energy drink makers thought this would be a golden marketing opportunity. Everyone got some Guru, but I’m not sure if anyone’s going to buy any. (Side note: Apparently Guru 100% Natural Tangerine Energy Drink is not a significant source of Vitamin C)
  • Wet T-shirts. Yeah.
    • (And for the ladies: Bare-chested men)
    • (And for the nerdies: Bare-chested Fred Ngo)
  • Rumours of the next fight being scheduled near the end of August
  • Some people went a bit overboard with their guns. One had a giant reservoir pack on his back, with a tube supplying his gun with an endless supply of water. The most inventive choice though had to be a bucket. Fills in a second, and delivers a big punch, but only once.

I got there about 12:15, expecting a huge crowd (or at least a small crowd) at the Angrignon Park exit to the metro station. I had to look a bit before I found some people with bright-coloured water guns shooting at each other. I stayed and watched for a bit before I decided I’d just go out, buy one for myself and join in the fun.

I came back, loaded my gun and sauntered over to the grassy shooting field. It wasn’t long before someone noticed I wasn’t wet at all. Then another. And another. Suddenly I was being swarmed. The mob was growing and everyone was targetting me. I had to close my eyes by this point so all I remember is lots of water.

Water fight today at noon

Looking for something to do this afternoon? Not afraid of a little water? Montreal’s “Largest Water Fight” is scheduled for today (Saturday) at noon at Angrignon Park.

It’s being organized via Facebook, but for those who don’t want to sign up here’s the details:

  • Saturday, July 21, 12:00pm at Angrignon Park (Angrignon metro)
  • Bring water pistols, but nothing dangerous, no water balloons etc.
  • There’s rumours of barbecues on site
  • The Facebook group says it’ll end at midnight, but unless it’s the party of the century (you never know) it will probably only go a few hours
  • 980 confirmed guests (this has been in the works for months), with another 1,100 “maybe” attending
  • Not officially sanctioned, meaning the police could end up shutting this down before it even begins

Want to make a weekend out of having fun? Here’s some other free stuff going on:

  • Manhunt, 5pm Saturday at St-Laurent and René-Lévesque
  • Fireworks, 10pm Saturday on the Jacques-Cartier Bridge or the Port of Montreal (Papineau metro)
  • Anarchist soccer, 2pm Sunday at Wilfrid-Laurier Park (Laurier metro)
  • Scrabble, 3pm Sunday at Lafontaine Park

A Wii console-ation prize

The film(s) I wanted to see last night were sold out. Dang. Hope everyone else enjoyed themselves. As I stood near the Fantasia ticket booth wondering what to do, I noticed some Wii promotional stations. Nintendo’s doing some marketing at one of the biggest geek events of the year. It was the first time I ever used a Wii, and though I played some silly kids game instead of using the wiimote for the cool stuff that it was designed for (the tennis game was busy), I still got to enjoy myself trying to move a pointer on a screen by moving the remote itself.

For my trouble, I got a white promotional Wii lanyard, to which I’m going to attach my MP3 player.

Now I’m cool. Yay!

Hi, I’m from the RCMP. Mind if I cop a feel?

I went down to the fireworks competition yesterday to see Mexico’s entry. Last time, I viewed the display from an asphalt parking lot at the foot of the Jacques-Cartier Bridge. This time, I was going to go on the bridge itself, as so many other people seemed to be doing.

Once again, the crowds were massive. It was a worst-case scenario, with a U20 World Cup game just ending at the Olympic Stadium, the Carifiesta, Jazz Festival, Gay Village street festival and Saturday night summer party people all clogging the metro. Adding the thousands upon thousands upon thousands of fireworks viewers made it trying to get down there.

As I walked up to the bridge, I noticed RCMP vehicles parked at the end. The bridge is federally-owned because of some obscure bureaucratic reason that probably made sense decades ago, so the RCMP has jurisdiction here.

The problem was, they weren’t just blocking traffic. They were searching people. Looking in bags, padding the baggy pants. The usual half-assed bomb-searching stuff.

Now, I’m not the kind of gun-toting anarchist who thinks that we shouldn’t have police and that The Man is trying to oppress us. But something kinda pisses me off about a police searching people on a public road.

Is it the fact that it’s a federal bridge the reason? Or does closing it to traffic make it no longer public space? What law exactly gives police the right to search people walking on a public bridge?

(I might also point out that it’s obvious to anyone who has seen the Jacques-Cartier Bridge that the amount of explosives it would take to bring it down is far more than would fit into a knapsack, and if it’s the crowds that I was targetting, I could simply set one off in the metro, causing far more damage in a confined space.)

The display was nice (except for a technical difficulty which led to a five-minute delay just after it got started), with a good big-bang finish. But watching it from the bridge is excruciating. Three sets of bars were between me and the fireworks (had I been smart and early enough to go on the passenger walkway instead of the roadway, it would have been only one, but what’s the point of stopping traffic if everyone’s going to do that?).

Next time, I’m going to watch it again from the ground. No obstructions, and no violations of my civil rights.

Though it is kinda fun to walk across that giant bridge in the middle of the road with thousands of people and no cars.

Fire make light, go boom

Flickr has some photos from Wednesday’s fireworks display, which was truly magnificent.

If you’ll permit the descent into immaturity, OMG they were SO COOLLLL!!!!1111oneone

They had the big ones, the small ones, the plain and coloured ones, the multicoloured ones, the ones that change colour, the twirlers, the screamers, the ones whose embers randomly change direction, the ones that light up after a delay, and the ones that make a big bang.

The last ones are particularly fun because of where I was standing, in an empty lot near the port of Montreal just at the foot of the Jacques-Cartier Bridge. The sound was so powerful there was an echo off the bridge itself, and a second off an office building behind me. Other fireworks were so bright they lit up the bridge.

It was a powerful display that, just when you thought it was over with a big finish that puts 4th of July celebrations to shame, starts up with another act.

Can you believe there’s an entire season of this?