<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885</id><updated>2012-02-07T02:41:07.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAX WALKER</title><subtitle type='html'>OMGOSH THE LIFE AND TIMES OF 15/LOVE'S MAX WALKER!@!@!@!ONE!@!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-113763597994475222</id><published>2006-01-18T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T17:59:39.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LA update @ www.maxwalkeronline.com</title><content type='html'>www.maxwalkeronline.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-113763597994475222?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/113763597994475222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=113763597994475222' title='183 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/113763597994475222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/113763597994475222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2006/01/la-update-wwwmaxwalkeronlinecom.html' title='LA update @ www.maxwalkeronline.com'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>183</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-113665245218134765</id><published>2006-01-07T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T08:47:32.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fradulant accounts...</title><content type='html'>I do not have a NEXOPIA account... I've never even heard of Nexopia.&lt;br /&gt;I do not have a myspace account... I doubt I ever will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People can steal my pics and try to impersonate me all they want, it gives me something to chuckle at. The only legit sources of information is THIS blog and www.maxwalkeronline.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now go check out maxwalkeronline! I hear Amanda just posted her very first news item. Heheheh. :) :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-113665245218134765?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/113665245218134765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=113665245218134765' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/113665245218134765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/113665245218134765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2006/01/fradulant-accounts.html' title='Fradulant accounts...'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-113468521162557584</id><published>2005-12-15T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T14:20:11.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>www.maxwalkeronline.com</title><content type='html'>MAX WALKER ONLINE IS LAUNCHED! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KYLE AND AMANDA POSTS ARE ON THE WAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADD IT TO YOUR FAVORITES!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maaax xoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-113468521162557584?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/113468521162557584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=113468521162557584' title='102 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/113468521162557584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/113468521162557584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/12/wwwmaxwalkeronlinecom.html' title='www.maxwalkeronline.com'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>102</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-113384547490480991</id><published>2005-12-05T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T21:04:42.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop Quiz Time!</title><content type='html'>Pope quiz bitches! Get ready...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7188/872/1600/IMMA0003a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7188/872/200/IMMA0003a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Max and Kyle working on their agricultural skills?&lt;br /&gt;(b) Max and Kyle wasting time by annoying the director?&lt;br /&gt;(c) Max and Kyle being stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7188/872/1600/IMMA0077a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7188/872/200/IMMA0077a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) A lighting technician fooling around?&lt;br /&gt;(b) A flower child?&lt;br /&gt;(c) Laurence's biggest fan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, last but not least, the return of the flower child...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7188/872/1600/IMMA0082a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7188/872/200/IMMA0082a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Kyle's new lover?&lt;br /&gt;(b) A lightning technician fooling around?&lt;br /&gt;(c) Meaghan's best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh Meaghan will like that one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise guys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My site will now feature two new interactive corners. First up will be Kyle's corner. Kyle, Rick from 15/Love, will get to post his very own rants weekly onto my site. Interesting to say the least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second will be for Amanda Crew. Amanda Crew, Tanis, will get to... err, well, damn well fucking rant about CAMEL TOE'S and other issues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cool, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh there's the Canadian in me. Due to these two new additions the site will be released before the end of the month. Santa might even be tricky this year. Hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck is up with the snow? :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-113384547490480991?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/113384547490480991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=113384547490480991' title='52 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/113384547490480991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/113384547490480991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/12/pop-quiz-time.html' title='Pop Quiz Time!'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>52</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-113277456260752985</id><published>2005-11-23T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T11:37:26.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Richard Geddes Ph. D in Kyleology</title><content type='html'>Kyle and I are sitting in a posh coffee shop on St-Denis. Rick and Squib with some Java U coffee... weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My site will be published VERRRRRYYYYY soon. Kyle has negotiated a small corner on my site, dubbed "The Shirtless Man Corner. The corner will be updated once a week, fresh with a picture of Kyle shirtless and some rambling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle would also like me to tell you that his "knees" hurt. He doesn't know why, but for some reason he wanted you all to know this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back onto regular business, auditoning for a few thing here and--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle.... *sigh*.... would like me to pose you guys a TRIUMPHANT question. You guys ready for this, I'm surely not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DON'T PEOPLE DRINK COFFEE WITH STRAWS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Kyle who, and I swear, isn't intoxicated, "if people drink hot chocolate with straws, why don't they use straws for coffee?!?!? It's like the same thing except one is caffeine!" End quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, this is the type of questions you'll see in a few weeks on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"KYLE'S CORNER..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-113277456260752985?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/113277456260752985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=113277456260752985' title='44 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/113277456260752985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/113277456260752985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/11/richard-geddes-ph-d-in-kyleology.html' title='Richard Geddes Ph. D in Kyleology'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-113158296616169272</id><published>2005-11-09T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T16:36:06.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am still alive...</title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIRED... but still kicking. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all busy doing ADR for the third season. ADR stands for Aditional Dialogue Recording and it's just another way of making the show look more profesional. It's extremely tiring but the end product is... USUALLY worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gemini's are nearing! Derek Shreyer, one of the two show creators and the scribe of the two powerful episodes dealing with the death of Jacky and Vadim, is nominated for "Curve Balls" and if there is any civility left in the world he'll win this. He surely deserves it, those episodes are crafted BEAUTIFULLY and can be understood whether you're nine or nineteen. Hopefully, it everything works out, we'll all be together that night in Toronto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although is seems like forever my web-site is VERY near to completion. It took a lil more time than I had expected thanks to my busy ADR schedule, but the final product should be unveiled before Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting ready for LA in January. The bunch of us (Meaghan, Kyle, Laurence) are hitting up a massive New Years Eve party before heading down the next morning. Kyle and Meaghan should be flying while Laurence and I have opted to take the scenic route through Canada. I'm both excited and scared about LA. I mean fuck, the worst situation is that I get no work and instead get a paid three month vacation. Either way only time will tell what that adventure will give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of all you fans out there. I'm still dazzled by how big the show has gotten and how it's growth hasn't stopped. I heard season one was sold to a German broadcast company and the very thought of hearing my voice in German dazzles me. Not that hearing it in Dutch, Italian and French doesn't. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;German... ze germans will be watching 15/Love soon. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care and be safe. More quality Squody moments are on the way... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-113158296616169272?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/113158296616169272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=113158296616169272' title='61 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/113158296616169272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/113158296616169272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-still-alive.html' title='I am still alive...'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>61</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-112913750120224154</id><published>2005-10-12T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T10:18:21.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>w00t w00t 3 nominations!!!</title><content type='html'>I am officially proud to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W00t W00t &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15/Love has been nominated for THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE gemini awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Youth Writing&lt;br /&gt;Best Original Youth Show&lt;br /&gt;Best Performance in a Youth Show (Laurence Leboeuf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING LAURENCE GOT NOMINATED FOR BEST ACTRESS!!! GOOD FUCKING JOB, BABY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! Sorry, sorry, EXTREMELY EXCITED!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-112913750120224154?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/112913750120224154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=112913750120224154' title='62 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/112913750120224154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/112913750120224154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/10/w00t-w00t-3-nominations.html' title='w00t w00t 3 nominations!!!'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>62</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-112846638732416206</id><published>2005-10-04T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T15:53:07.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fan Mail and how thankful I am.</title><content type='html'>I would like to take this unique opportunity and thank everyone who's taken the time to write me fan mail. I got a call from my agency today telling me that I had a BOX of fan mail to pick up and I honestly thought they were kidding. Imagine my surprise when I saw the box - IT WAS A FUCKING BOX! I cannot even begin to thank you all for taking the time to write. I'm extremely flattered and touched by some of the kind things I read today. I'd like you all to know that I read each and every letter with interest and excitement. It's all so very, very flattering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one small request, though. I often read these beautiful letters with the hopes of sending back some kind words of my own. However, you must understand that buying postage/letters to send out to Italy, France, Netherlands and wide open Canada can be quite expensive. So please, PLEASE, send a SASE (self addressed stamped envelope) so you can actually hear back from me. I assure you, if you send me a SASE I will write back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys rock. Stay safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-112846638732416206?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/112846638732416206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=112846638732416206' title='48 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/112846638732416206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/112846638732416206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/10/fan-mail-and-how-thankful-i-am.html' title='Fan Mail and how thankful I am.'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>48</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-112734250665557702</id><published>2005-09-21T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T15:41:46.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>We're nearing the end of season three. With about two days left in the schedule we're all dead tired and are all looking forward to next week when we can sleep in PAST 5:30AM. Whether or not they'll be a fourth season is an absolute mystery for me, but I know most of us would love to complete the saga. I see YTV has begun to air the second season. It's funnier, wackier and has some heavy romance. I hope you all enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, life is good. Montreal is beginning to get a tad colder which tells me that fall is coming. It doesn't bug me since fall is my favorite season. I'd love to hear some input from you guys as regards to what you all think of the recent episodes. Be safe and stay tuned. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-112734250665557702?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/112734250665557702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=112734250665557702' title='60 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/112734250665557702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/112734250665557702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/09/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>60</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-112622662739585150</id><published>2005-09-08T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T17:44:54.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>www.15love.tv</title><content type='html'>Okay, for all of you out there who haven't seen the new 15/Love web-site VISIT IT RIIIIGHT AWAY! NOW DAMNIT! &lt;a href="http://www.15love.tv"&gt;www.15love.tv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This site is BEYOND cool! I wasted an hour of my life just playing the little tetris tennis ball game last night. A freaking hour on a FLASH game!!! This is unheard of, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, a MONUMENTAL (oh that's right, I used the word MONUMENTAL :P) tennis match is coming up in season three. Imagine this: the abandoned court, rain, and a 1st season chick vs. an all seasons dude. Use your imaginations. ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-112622662739585150?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/112622662739585150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=112622662739585150' title='172 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/112622662739585150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/112622662739585150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/09/www15lovetv.html' title='www.15love.tv'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>172</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-112524794818061213</id><published>2005-08-28T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T09:52:28.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yahhoooo!!!</title><content type='html'>Yee YEE!! &lt;a href="http://www.maxwalkeronline.com"&gt;www.maxwalkeronline.com&lt;/a&gt; is officially mine!!! Expect a web-site in the next few weeks. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-112524794818061213?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/112524794818061213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=112524794818061213' title='91 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/112524794818061213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/112524794818061213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/08/yahhoooo.html' title='Yahhoooo!!!'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>91</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-112493419569665843</id><published>2005-08-24T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T18:43:15.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plane Crashes</title><content type='html'>Could somebody please explain to me WHAT THE FUCK is up with all the airline planes going down? In the past MONTH we have had five different plane accidents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Toronto AIR FRANCE crash. 0 killed. &lt;--- thank god.&lt;br /&gt;2. The Greek HELIOS AIRLINE crash. 120 killed. :(&lt;br /&gt;3. The recent Peru crash. 40 killed. :(&lt;br /&gt;4. The West Caribbean crash. 160 killed. :(&lt;br /&gt;5. The Italian TUNINTER crash. 13 killed. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what the fuck? That's about 333 people who've been killed in the last month alone. Sad shit. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-112493419569665843?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/112493419569665843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=112493419569665843' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/112493419569665843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/112493419569665843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/08/plane-crashes.html' title='Plane Crashes'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-112476732420437828</id><published>2005-08-22T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T20:22:04.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh.</title><content type='html'>I... am.... typing.... at 11:20.... trying to.... give you behind the scenes stuff.... so tired.... so very, very tired.... must.... close.... eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-112476732420437828?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/112476732420437828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=112476732420437828' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/112476732420437828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/112476732420437828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/08/meh.html' title='Meh.'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-112407541893138860</id><published>2005-08-14T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T21:52:51.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A variety of things...</title><content type='html'>Wow! Did anyone catch the Agassi vs. Nadal match this afternoon? It was fkn INCREDIBLE! For those of you who aren't familiar with tennis, Rafaele Nadal is the new tennis prodigy (think: sunny capaduca :P) and is ripping a hole through the current competition. I mean come on, he beat the number one player, Roger Federer, on his 19th birthday. The kid is 19 and has already jumped to the top. I fucking hate prodigies.... i kid, i kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOOT DOOT DOOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second short film is being passed around as we speak. So far, the feedback has all been good and constructive. I'm working on a web-site right now to showcase/follow both my acting career, as well as my directing "career". Hopefully I'll have the site up in the next few weeks and I can show you all my two short films. Be kind and HONEST in your reviews. Plus, the films both feature several 15/Love actors. Now if I could only track down the person who owns &lt;a href="http://www.maxwalker.com"&gt;www.maxwalker.com&lt;/a&gt;... damn Australian's who don't return phone calls. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15/Love season III is going well. It's very stressfull and tiring but we're all more than happy to be back. In my opinion it's truly elevated the quality of Canadian TV and that's something we can all embrace and celebrate. I can't wait to see the reactions to the third season! It's pure MAGIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMIX: I'm not going to let the good guys go down for the bad. Just keep the comments clean... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-112407541893138860?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/112407541893138860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=112407541893138860' title='61 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/112407541893138860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/112407541893138860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/08/variety-of-things.html' title='A variety of things...'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>61</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-112372958155764216</id><published>2005-08-10T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T20:06:21.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 quick things...</title><content type='html'>#1 - No, I don't have cancer. I don't know who the hell started that horrible rumour but it's 100% false.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 - No one ever said there wouldn't be a fourth season. All this talk of their not being a fourth season is pure speculation at this point. Lets take it day by day shall we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 - *cough* *cough* rogers cup *cough* quarter finals *cough* friday *cough* 15/Love... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-112372958155764216?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/112372958155764216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=112372958155764216' title='80 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/112372958155764216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/112372958155764216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/08/3-quick-things.html' title='3 quick things...'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>80</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-112354905175703907</id><published>2005-08-08T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T20:28:34.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ITALIA</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ITALY ROCKS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep watching, guys!!! But how could I forget the others:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FRANCE ROCKS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOLLAND ROCKS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... And last but never least:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CANADA ROCKS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-112354905175703907?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/112354905175703907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=112354905175703907' title='78 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/112354905175703907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/112354905175703907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/08/italia.html' title='ITALIA'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>78</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-112354894564276723</id><published>2005-08-08T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T17:55:45.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why we continued...</title><content type='html'>This post was inspired from a message posted on the YTV message boards by a random member. Please, allow me to share this "kind" message with you all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"r.i.p ps when did they die cause they should have stopped the show"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I want everyone to know that we never just "jumped" back onto the 15/Love machine. The last thing on EVERYONES mind was the idea of returning to the show. You must understand that at the time we were going from funeral to viewing, viewing to funeral. It was a horrible time in my life that I will always remember.  In retrospect, it was quite possibly the worst two weeks of my life. The question of starting 15/Love again came a week after the funerals when the remaining cast (myself, Meaghan and Laurence) sat down with the creators for  dinner. They popped the question and I think we had all already made up our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Yes, we continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something, what would be better? We drop the show and their episodes never be aired? We drop the show and refuse to go on so that the world can't fall in love with both of them the same way we did? We give up and never let the world know of these two EXTREMELY talented and beautiful people? By continuing the show we let their legacy live on and we let them show to the world what they accomplished. If anyone should take a bow for 15/Love it should surely be them two. Our motivation was not financial gain or experience; it was letting their legacy live on. Imagine how shocked and betrayed their parents would feel if they had nothing to show for two lost children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this was a change of persepective for some of you... And for the others, I knew we were on the right brainwave all along. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-112354894564276723?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/112354894564276723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=112354894564276723' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/112354894564276723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/112354894564276723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/08/why-we-continued.html' title='Why we continued...'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-112334717066795091</id><published>2005-08-06T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T09:52:50.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DUI VIDEO</title><content type='html'>Kyle told me about this video awhile back and I just stumbled across it on the net. It's validity is questionable, but it definitely made my day. Enjoy it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.big-boys.com/articles/topdui.html"&gt;http://www.big-boys.com/articles/topdui.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-112334717066795091?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/112334717066795091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=112334717066795091' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/112334717066795091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/112334717066795091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/08/dui-video.html' title='DUI VIDEO'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-112303105261715988</id><published>2005-08-02T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T06:47:44.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexandra</title><content type='html'>People. shouldn't. lie. about. death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-112303105261715988?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/112303105261715988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=112303105261715988' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/112303105261715988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/112303105261715988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/08/alexandra.html' title='Alexandra'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-112251438233984825</id><published>2005-07-27T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T18:33:02.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh the joy of working 12 hour days... Well, since I have nothing else to complain/blog/rant about I think I'll just post something random:&lt;a href="http://www.shelleyness.com/archived/2001_images/331pancake_rabbit.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.shelleyness.com/archived/2001_images/331pancake_rabbit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-112251438233984825?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/112251438233984825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=112251438233984825' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/112251438233984825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/112251438233984825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh-joy-of-working-12-hour-days.html' title=''/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-112174028319761900</id><published>2005-07-18T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T19:31:23.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15/LOVE</title><content type='html'>Ahhh, the 15/Love machine has officially kicked into high gear. After a rough two weeks of tennis practices/readthroughs/costume fittings/work-outs we've finally begun production. It's GREAT to be back and we're all very thankful to the fans for supporting us through our THIRD season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, since it's recently come to my attention that people actually read this thing I'll have to drop a few hints as to what exactly is in store this season. Okay, here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squib + Cody + Adena + Rick + Nate + Sunny + __s__ + _a_____ = ONE SICK SEASON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tease, I tease. But, this season is definitely going to be better than anything we've yet to seen. It's wackier, cuter and features a lot of relationships. It may just be the best season of 15/Love we've ever shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, with that all said, I'll keep you guys up to date throughout the shooting and tease you guys with a few hints here and there. Stay tuned! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, by the way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second season of 15/Love will begin airing on YTV sometime this fall and you all must watch it! I'm not sure exactly when in the fall but stay tuned for more news on that as well. It'll most likely be sometime in September or October. My current bet would be September. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for now, rock on! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-112174028319761900?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/112174028319761900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=112174028319761900' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/112174028319761900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/112174028319761900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/07/15love.html' title='15/LOVE'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-111966004618288471</id><published>2005-06-24T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T17:40:46.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lovelaine.com/livejournal/posts/tomcrazy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lovelaine.com/livejournal/posts/tomcrazy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA x 20000000000&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-111966004618288471?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/111966004618288471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=111966004618288471' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111966004618288471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111966004618288471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/06/hahahahahahahaha.html' title='HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-111829018819220701</id><published>2005-06-08T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T21:09:48.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Noooooo!!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 243px; HEIGHT: 364px" height="370" src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/he/photo/movie_pix/sundance/sundance_2003_photos/robert_redford/sundance.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Luke, I am your father!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-111829018819220701?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/111829018819220701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=111829018819220701' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111829018819220701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111829018819220701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/06/noooooo.html' title='&quot;Noooooo!!&quot;'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-111802793521198104</id><published>2005-06-05T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T20:18:55.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson</title><content type='html'>Well, the Michael Jackson trial is finally over. The jury unanimously delcared Mr. Jackson guilty of all charges after the prosecution team, led by Mr. look-at-my-career-fly, introduced shocking evidence. The young boy, who claims to have been molested by Mr. Jackson, drew the EXACT shape of his perpetratures penis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drudgereport.com/mjp.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="587" src="http://www.drudgereport.com/mjp.jpg" width="269" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Shocking! Just shocking!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In other news, my second short film is now complete. I'm currently in post-production heaven. Stay tuned, I promise I'll update this soon. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-111802793521198104?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/111802793521198104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=111802793521198104' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111802793521198104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111802793521198104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/06/michael-jackson.html' title='Michael Jackson'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-111665218472541488</id><published>2005-05-20T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T22:12:24.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM INTERNET MOMENT #229,293,183</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 199px; HEIGHT: 216px" height="406" src="http://www.geocities.com/griffin_hwarang/photo__432.jpg" width="491" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Caption: This is the outer casing of a Peanut Butter M&amp;amp;M, before I ate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-111665218472541488?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/111665218472541488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=111665218472541488' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111665218472541488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111665218472541488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/05/random-internet-moment-229293183.html' title='RANDOM INTERNET MOMENT #229,293,183'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-111665107713822838</id><published>2005-05-20T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T21:51:17.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM INTOXICATED QUOTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;M a r c u s says:&lt;br /&gt;WAIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M a r c u s says:&lt;br /&gt;QUIGON IS THE PERSON WHO BROUGHT PEACE TO THE&lt;br /&gt;FORCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jesteraver says:&lt;br /&gt;didnt he die in the first episode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-111665107713822838?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/111665107713822838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=111665107713822838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111665107713822838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111665107713822838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/05/random-intoxicated-quote.html' title='RANDOM INTOXICATED QUOTE'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-111568358672877857</id><published>2005-05-09T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T17:06:36.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shorts and other business</title><content type='html'>I was lucky enought to audition for Power Rangers: Mystic Force last thursday. I'm hoping the producers liked my tape and are willing to try me out for the part. It shoots for SEVEN (yes, seven) months in NEW ZEALAND!! :o :o :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shooting my baby, FACT IS this saturday. It stars Laurence Leboeuf, Catherine Colvey, and Jacqueline McClintock and is DP by a kind fellow named Bert Tugal. Looking forward to saturday. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALKER FILMS will launch shortly after FACT IS wraps. I'm planning to hire a nice up-and-coming design company to help me with the launch of the site. The full site will feature both my shorts and will chronicle both my directing resume and my acting resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-111568358672877857?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/111568358672877857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=111568358672877857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111568358672877857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111568358672877857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/05/shorts-and-other-business.html' title='Shorts and other business'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-111428075291184751</id><published>2005-04-23T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T11:25:52.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain.</title><content type='html'>I love those rainy days where you have absolutely no inspiration. I mean, the days when you sit at your computer knowing that you have a GAZILLION projects due. The days when you know you should work on your screenplay, but feel if you write in this current mood it'll be deleted three days later. Oh, the days where your only errand is to go buy hamburger meat and tacos at the store... I hate rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laurence is shooting with Mira Sorvino, Robert Caryle and Donald Sutherland as we speak. Lucky little thing. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first short film is now edited. Yay. I'm still looking for a link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it such a bitch to find a good location? I'm scouting restaurants in Montreal looking for a nice setting for my second short film, "Fact Is." More on that soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 15/Love machine is starting up again in July. This officially means I can now visit Prague in June with Laurence. :D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-111428075291184751?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/111428075291184751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=111428075291184751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111428075291184751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111428075291184751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/04/rain.html' title='Rain.'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-111379214318937295</id><published>2005-04-17T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T17:07:41.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird internet things #72,372</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;jesteraver Ferry was a GOD, Saturday! GMS (April 30th @ ARIA - Sometime in the AM) says:&lt;br /&gt;i need to get my parents bedroom sound proofed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;M a r c u s [ sven fkn vath ] says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;M a r c u s [ sven fkn vath ] says:&lt;br /&gt;AHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;M a r c u s [ sven fkn vath ] says:&lt;br /&gt;AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;M a r c u s [ sven fkn vath ] says:&lt;br /&gt;CAN I PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;M a r c u s [ sven fkn vath ] says:&lt;br /&gt;PUT THAT ON MY BLOG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;M a r c u s [ sven fkn vath ] says:&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;M a r c u s [ sven fkn vath ] says:&lt;br /&gt;THAT IS CLASSIC&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-111379214318937295?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/111379214318937295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=111379214318937295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111379214318937295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111379214318937295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/04/weird-internet-things-72372.html' title='Weird internet things #72,372'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-111222840974801557</id><published>2005-03-30T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T16:20:09.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save me, Save us</title><content type='html'>Ahaha you thought I was dead, didn't you? WRONG! I'm back to torment you all with a special post directed towards our everpolluted education system. Enjoi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me, Save us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please save the Quebec education system. Dear God, PLEASE! I'm sitting in my art history class learning about greek vases - GREEK VASES. Jesus christ, why does someone who wants to study film and filmmaking be forced to learn about vases from the Hellinistic period (I do pay attention you know.) I really wouldn't be complaining if I had taken this class out of my own free will but, I DIDN'T. I'm not trying to be an art major, I'm not trying to be a visual art major all I want to do is study F I L M. No wonder there are so many college dropouts, I would drop out if I wasn't so mesmerized by the Mel Hoppenheim School of Film. I want that program in university, I CRAVE THAT PROGRAM! So listen up Concordia all you alumnis, secretaries, professors, SOMEBODY, remember me. Remember what I'm going through in order to pass through your heavenly doors... GREEK POTTERY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to God, if I don't get into the Concordia film school I am going to go fucking postal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all, have a nice day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW: Laurence is not shooting FETCHING CODY, she's opted out of that and jumped into a Christian Duguay project. Here comes Prague :D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-111222840974801557?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/111222840974801557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=111222840974801557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111222840974801557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111222840974801557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/03/save-me-save-us.html' title='Save me, Save us'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-111168462778527803</id><published>2005-03-24T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T09:17:07.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ihateanncoulter.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="418" src="http://www.gawker.com/news/coulter_big.jpg" width="253" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-111168462778527803?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/111168462778527803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=111168462778527803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111168462778527803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111168462778527803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/03/ihateanncoultercom.html' title='Ihateanncoulter.com'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-111144388588193930</id><published>2005-03-21T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T14:24:45.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPRING BREAK FEVA!@!@!</title><content type='html'>Ahh yes, glorious spring break. I've been working on a few things here and there, mostly taking some time off to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things in the work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-111144388588193930?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/111144388588193930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=111144388588193930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111144388588193930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111144388588193930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/03/spring-break-feva.html' title='SPRING BREAK FEVA!@!@!'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-111128340238668620</id><published>2005-03-19T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T17:50:02.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small tidbit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.zap2it.com/movies/news/story/0,1259,---25128,00.html"&gt;http://www.zap2it.com/movies/news/story/0,1259,---25128,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEADLINE: 'Episode III' Will Be 'Titanic' Tearjerker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go George Lucas - not onlyhave you started the hype machine early, but you've also been able to fit STARWARS in sentence with Titanic. I smell a hundred-billion-zillion-quadrillion dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS JUST IN!  Like George Lucas needs a hundred-billion-zillion-quadrillion dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those out there (heheh, humour me,) Laurence and I are travelling to Vancouver on the 29th. Laurence will be starting principal photography for 'Fetching Cody' on the 31st. All you 15/Love fans will freak when you see her in her own film. It's quite a laughfest when you consider that she's ONCE AGAIN playing a character named Cody. Stay tuned for more news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just finished post-production on my first short film 'The Visit.' I'll find a nice mirror for it in a few weeks and start pirating it out. Wait -- no one reads this blog... why do I try?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-111128340238668620?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/111128340238668620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=111128340238668620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111128340238668620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111128340238668620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/03/small-tidbit.html' title='Small tidbit.'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-111110049478053761</id><published>2005-03-17T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T15:01:34.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.defamer.com/hollywood/media/index.php#robert-blake-"&gt;http://www.defamer.com/hollywood/media/index.php#robert-blake-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verdict-inconvenient-hollywood-wives-in-danger-036276&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my... oh my, oh my, oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Man tries unsuccessfully with SIX  (SIX1!!@!!!@!) different people to arrange his wifes murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Man enters a restaurant to retrieve a lost item and comes back to the car where his wife is now dead. Oh what - 20 feet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The only thing missing from convincting Mr. Robert Blake was the "oily" substance they found on the gun, but not on Blake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott Peterson 0&lt;br /&gt;Robert Blake 1&lt;br /&gt;OJ Simpson 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMMM!@!@!@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-111110049478053761?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/111110049478053761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=111110049478053761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111110049478053761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111110049478053761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/03/blake.html' title='Blake'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-111102873870344577</id><published>2005-03-16T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T19:05:38.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.defamer.com/hollywood/gossip/michael-jackson/"&gt;http://www.defamer.com/hollywood/gossip/michael-jackson/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;index.php#sam-simons-mj-memories-036285&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY GOD PEOPLE! It's really too bad all these people are jumping on the 'let's get MJ' bandwagon. Listen, I'm not saying the guy is sane, he's the completely opposite of that - INSANE! But, I draw the line when it comes to his supposed molestation. Maybe it's the poison CNN is feeding me but, it's so damn clear to me that this man would NEVER hurt a kid. Some of you may disagree and say that he doesn't understand how he's hurting these children but, you're wrong. This is a kid who never go to enjoy his childhood, his insane-in-the-membrane alchoholic father stood between him and normality. It's only fair that MJ has the right to blame it on his father. It's clear to see that MJ surrounds himself with children as a way of catching up or enjoying what he's lost - his childhood. Come on people, I can figure that out and I'm not even done college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.defamer.com/hollywood/gossip/michael-jackson/"&gt;http://www.defamer.com/hollywood/gossip/michael-jackson/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;index.php#michael-jackson-trial-britney-offers-some-advice-036272&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, Britney Spears offering ADVICE to MJ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's who I'd turn to for advice. An untalented, alchoholic who has lost the will to live. Good game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all though... except for you Britney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sorry about the link, if I don't cut it short it'll squeeze my right toolbar to the bottom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-111102873870344577?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/111102873870344577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=111102873870344577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111102873870344577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111102873870344577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/03/mj.html' title='MJ'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-111073058672731229</id><published>2005-03-13T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T08:16:26.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAZY!</title><content type='html'>I know, I know I'm bad. Tell me about it. Uh-oh, I sense an excuse: I'm just super busy with school and all. As some of you know my girlfriend Laurence recently came back from a two week trip to LALA land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh LA. I have some photos from her trip on my computer. Maybe I'll even post some. Laurence has been the busy one most recently. She's booked a indie and is working on securing a mini-series and a pilot for ABC. Fucking girl... I WANT TO WORK, I WANT AUDITIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Montreal is dead for actors. Actually, Montreal is dead for everyone in the cinema business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCEPT FOR LAURENCE! Hmm, new topic: what's new in this glamourous world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEWS (courtesy of fark.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possible meteor landing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kptv.com/Global/story.asp?S=3069321&amp;nav=JGcEXQIJ"&gt;http://www.kptv.com/Global/story.asp?S=3069321&amp;amp;nav=JGcEXQIJ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marijuana #1 Canadian agricultural export&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.csmonitor.com/2005/0311/p01s03-woam.html?s=itm"&gt;http://www.csmonitor.com/2005/0311/p01s03-woam.html?s=itm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being Canadian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2005/US/03/12/wisconsin.shootings/index.html"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2005/US/03/12/wisconsin.shootings/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15/Love 3rd season rumours are flying. They're flying high. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-111073058672731229?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/111073058672731229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=111073058672731229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111073058672731229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111073058672731229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/03/lazy.html' title='LAZY!'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-111047678259279213</id><published>2005-03-10T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T09:48:32.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where in the World is Michael Jackson?</title><content type='html'>So, according to Reuters some no-name by the alias of Michael Jackson didn't show up to court today. The guy must be going through some rough times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/me wonders if MJ just wanted 5 more minutes in bed. Ala high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, but seriously, where the fuck did he go? I mean, you'd imagine the bazillion paparrazzi following him would have at least some sort of lead -- after all it is MICHAEL JACKSON! What's even more peculiar about this situation is that just a few days ago they proved that the little molested boy's brother had lied in a previous case. So, it's not like they had photographic evidence that would damn MJ's case and cause him to flee to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I have a feeling he's in Calcutta as we speak hanging out with some children. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOGO run on sentences...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-111047678259279213?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/111047678259279213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=111047678259279213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111047678259279213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111047678259279213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/03/where-in-world-is-michael-jackson.html' title='Where in the World is Michael Jackson?'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-111033837694063443</id><published>2005-03-08T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T19:19:36.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prussian invasion!</title><content type='html'>Let's go over the details ONE MORE TIME. Martha Stewart sells 50,000 dollars worth of Imclone stock RIGHT before it crashes. She then affirms that she's not acting on insider trading and that she's INNOCENT. She then even went as far as to fight the case but, unfortunately that plan didn't work out. Even after she lost her case she said she wouldn't appeal it and clog the court system. It was only during her sentence that she FINALLY confessed that she was guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, check this out. Last night at 3 AM I turn on CNN and guess what I see? Thousands, and I mean THOUSANDS cheering Martha on her first day back at work. Cheering her on to CONTINUE her corporate and illegal ways. Okay guys, think about it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOULD YOU CHEER ON JEFF SKILLING (the former CEO of Enron) IF HE RETURNED TO WORK AT ENRON?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course you wouldn't, and do you know why? BECAUSE HE'S A CRIMINAL! I don't see people cheering on Timothy McVeigh, OJ Simpson (drop the act), or Charles Manson. I see people booing these people, throwing sodas at them, but DEFINTELY no cheering. So what sets Martha apart? Because she's a woman? Pffftt, we cheer Martha on because of her image. She puts on that crappy Mexican poncho and she's suddenly a good-doer. It's fucking bullshit, all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://xtramsn.co.nz/homepage2/imageLargeView/0,,4176284,00.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Who has the last laugh? Not the US Justice System.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-111033837694063443?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/111033837694063443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=111033837694063443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111033837694063443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111033837694063443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/03/prussian-invasion.html' title='Prussian invasion!'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-111023968566876163</id><published>2005-03-07T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T15:56:29.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whole lot of aliens at the 'Robots' premiere!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Check these little buggers out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="448" src="http://images.zap2it.com/20050307/robotspr/013_harlandwilliams_robotspr.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 340px; HEIGHT: 227px" height="256" src="http://images.zap2it.com/20050307/robotspr/015_bluemangroup_robotspr.jpg" width="364" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I explain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="247" src="http://images.zap2it.com/20050307/robotspr/028_atmosphere_robotspr.jpg" width="314" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tallest one there is obviously not a human. Do I really need to supply you guys with more evidence. IT'S IDLING RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU. MOGOLOIDS!@!@!@!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-111023968566876163?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/111023968566876163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=111023968566876163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111023968566876163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111023968566876163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/03/whole-lot-of-aliens-at-robots-premiere.html' title='Whole lot of aliens at the &apos;Robots&apos; premiere!'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-111023010815119527</id><published>2005-03-07T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T13:15:54.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLUE MONDAY</title><content type='html'>Ahhh yes, Montreal is officially covered with 120 feet of snow. Expecting the alchoholic known as Dennis Quaid any minute now.... any minute....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEADLINE: Clinton sleeps on floor of plane during Tsunami tour. Leaves bed to elder Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAXWLAKER: Yeah, I'm sure he did. What they meant to say was Clinton constructed a pillow fort and hung a colourful sign on the outside that read, "NO BUSH."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/7101641/site/newsweek"&gt;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/7101641/site/newsweek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEADLINE: Intel's new chip could power intelligent toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAXWALKER: OH MY GOSH!@!@! REJOICE@!@!@ Now that we've eliminated cancer it's definitely time to invent these nifty little things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theregister.com/2005/03/04/intel_100_core/"&gt;http://www.theregister.com/2005/03/04/intel_100_core/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEADLINE: Octoberfest will now use plastic glasses instead of glass. This all after sweeping up 26 TONS of glass last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAXWALKER: I've held one of those glass beer mug. They are damn sexy. However, something tells me 25 of the 26 TONS of shattered glass were caused by the alchohol. Good move Germany!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.heraldsun.news.com.au/common/story_page/"&gt;http://www.heraldsun.news.com.au/common/story_page/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0,5478,12464513^1702,00.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEADLINE: The people who brought you the SAVEMARY-KATE t-shirts now bring you the "Heir Mattress" logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAXWALKER: That's all Paris Hilton needs, more publicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.savemarykate.com/catalog/index.php"&gt;http://www.savemarykate.com/catalog/index.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, alright, I've whored other peoples news long enough. Ta-ta....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-111023010815119527?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/111023010815119527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=111023010815119527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111023010815119527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111023010815119527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/03/blue-monday.html' title='BLUE MONDAY'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-111016053313826308</id><published>2005-03-06T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T17:55:33.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blur.</title><content type='html'>It's all a damn blur. I remember reading MAX ADAMS book in bed at 5 AM. I remember drinking all night. I remember looking out over Westmount from the top. Don't worry mom, this was before I got drunk. I remember waking up at 7 AM because some mother fucker had the courage to call me but hang up when I answered. Probably Rob or Jesse, damn early birds. Derek, Rob and I grabbed 2 PM breakfast at Picasso's. Ahh, Picasso's: a poor man's Chez Cora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the weirdest fucking dream last night. But wait, let me give you the backdrop. My mom has a Shitz-Tzu named Nike. The buggers adorable, but tends to shit all over my apartment when it's my turn to take care of him. Little fuck. Anyway, that's all I need to set this story up. My dream consisted me of walking into an open room and looking for Nike. Except, somehow, Nike had been locked in there for close to seven days. So I freaked and brought him outside right away. He lurched over and dropped a five pound piece of shit right on my shoe... it gets weirder. Unknown to me, my mother also had another dog which I was taking care of. This one's name was Tyler. So I rushed back into the same room and brought Tyler out. Tyler took an even bigger shit, except this time on my left shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The name Tyler probably has something to do with a member of my CS:S clan.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think I'm going nuts. First the aliens and now this dream. Oh, YEAH THE ALIEN &lt;a href="mailto:THING!@!#ONE"&gt;THING!@!#ONE&lt;/a&gt;!@!@!@!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.efanguide.com/~zachbraff/pictures/zachbraffgq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURE ZACH! SURE! You aren't fooling anyone you fucking alien. WE'RE ONTO YOU. I AM ONTO YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My mom doesn't actually check this blog, I'm a phony.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-111016053313826308?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/111016053313826308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=111016053313826308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111016053313826308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111016053313826308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/03/blur.html' title='Blur.'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-111010126875886458</id><published>2005-03-06T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T01:27:48.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really fkn smashed...</title><content type='html'>Howdy-who-da-ton, how is everyone doing tonight? I notice Max is intoxicated, heavily. Drinking is fun, BUT MODERATION IS KEY! KEY TO THE LOCK OF ETERNAL LUST! Whenever my mom finds me drunk I get stuck with a 20 minute speech on moderation.  Mothers can talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really out of material. It's days (nights?)  like this that get me. Those nifty little things catch me by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15/Love 3rd season speculation is hitting the net. Let's hope Telefilm includes our "little" production in this years cash distribution. It'd be a shame if we couldnt go on. :*(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I'm really fkn smashes. Okay, enough of this. I must leave. I must voyage towards the underwater kingdom of Zah. Zah is a wonderous underwater kingdom lead by King Minah. Inhabitants of Zah are called Zahians. Now, there's this one story about an ancient traveler. A man who didn't have a place to call home. This man's name was Zioh. Zioh was blind child entrusted with a family of Zah's at birth. He's never truly found out who he is, but we'll get to that later. For now, let's focus on our main character: Shilo. Shilo is the daughter of King Minah, the kids technically a princess. Anyway, Shilo is turning 18 in a few months, and she definitely isn't looking forward to it. At 18,  according to Zahian rules, the princess is the wed the future King. This is a HUGE event in Zah and is very closely followed by the public. Now, there's only one little titsy witsy problem: THERE'S NO MAN! That's right, Shilo is loveless and according to Zahian rules, if no man is present, a slew of the cities finest men will be chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they say you need "life experience." Uh-oh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-111010126875886458?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/111010126875886458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=111010126875886458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111010126875886458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/111010126875886458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/03/really-fkn-smashed.html' title='Really fkn smashed...'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-110996200001280869</id><published>2005-03-04T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T10:47:45.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My love for Starbucks</title><content type='html'>I should be doing something else with my time, something productive. It write too much... way too much. Hajij just walked in, crazy asian ninjas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone noticed how Starbucks has it's own internation language. Well, they do. I mean, have you ever actually listened to someone order a coffee? It's damn, freaking hilarious. Lemme show you what happened this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL - is a girl&lt;br /&gt;SB - stands for Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: Hey.&lt;br /&gt;SB: Hey, what can I get you?&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: Ummm... a large latte please.&lt;br /&gt;SB: Which size?&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: Um... a LARGE?&lt;br /&gt;SB: Venti, Grande or tall?&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: Well, what's a venti?&lt;br /&gt;SB: A "venti" is a large coffee.&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: ...&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: Well then, I'll just have a large latte then.&lt;br /&gt;SB: "Venti"&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: But wait, what does a grande mean?&lt;br /&gt;SB: Grande is a medium, *scoffs*&lt;scoff&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: Okay whatever, just give me my latte.&lt;br /&gt;SB: Trilatte?&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: What?&lt;br /&gt;SB: *rolls his/her eyes*&lt;rolls&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we all jump into a car and rejoice when the scolding coffee leaks from the cup and burns us. Good game Starbucks. I still &lt;3 you though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-110996200001280869?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/110996200001280869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=110996200001280869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/110996200001280869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/110996200001280869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-love-for-starbucks.html' title='My love for Starbucks'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-110987774755636611</id><published>2005-03-03T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T16:55:28.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Equation...</title><content type='html'>I hope I didn't offend any of you guys with my last post. It was fueled by caffeine. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a great epiphany!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONEY + RELIGION &gt; THE WORLD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a good ol' lazy day in Montreal. It's cold as hell out though, colder than a witches tit... never really got that idiom. In other news, my life is defunct. Only a few more days left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came within minutes of getting Laurence's car towed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAURENCE IF YOURE READING THIS DON'T WORRY, THE BEEF MOBILE IS FINE!!!!11ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For real, here lemme explain. Last night Rob came over and we hung out. I fell asleep really quickly BUT, I remembered to set the *time* for my wake-up, 7:50 AM. ONLY PROBLEM IS: me being the stupid twit that I am, forgot to actually SET the alarm. Meaning, my alarm knows what time it's SUPPOSED to wake me up at, it just doesn't have to switch to actually WAKE ME UP. But, the next morning, guess what time I got up at? 7:51 AM. That's the second fucking time that's happened to be (the first happended about two weeks ago). Wanna know what woke me up? A high pitched nuclear-esque beeping. So I got up and ran out into the apartment hallway, on the way to the side exit. As I hit the side exit, I'm able to see through the glass doors and witness this MASSIVE snow removal mechanism fly by the window. FUCK, IT'S SNOW REMOVAL DAY! I quickly round the corner and what do I see? I see a fucking police car waiting in back of Laurence's car (I'm so sorry sweety :X). I now REALLY begin to run when I see this towtruck turn onto Strathcona. I catch up to the officer and start muttering sorry's over and over. I'm lucky I had a nice police office, not a Rodney King-beating-one. Fucking racists...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my thrill of the day, or should I say morning. I got a class to catch. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-110987774755636611?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/110987774755636611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=110987774755636611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/110987774755636611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/110987774755636611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/03/equation.html' title='Equation...'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-110969829783940574</id><published>2005-03-01T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T09:31:37.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Mother Fucker</title><content type='html'>A Starbucks coffee shifts in it's small cylindrical contrainer as I rock the unstable table. Wow, that rhymes. Starbucks (coffee) is the lifeblood of modern day society, it fuels civilization. Sex also fuels society, it can also fuel murder. The class is empty, no, that's a delusion. The class is packed. It's beautiful outside, it's fucking gorgeous when it snows in Montreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blinds are down. They block, or "obstruct" my view of the snow. They're grey and lifeless. Grey is the color of limbo, a strong color of death. Being so close to black and yet right next to white. Man, I am such a wannabe poet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher is insane. He isn't an alien though, he's just growing more and more senile. I wonder if I one day will be as senile. You have to see this guy to understand what I mean. Check him out at Dawson, his name is Mr. Mason. He teaches my favorite course: Age of the Avant-Garde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to keep going. Keep writing until I get tired. I'd feel to bad to just leave and ditch his lesson so instead, I'll write you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say about the state of the world? It's a poor shamble of things. It's a real fucking mess. But, then again, I don't want to toot a horn that's been tooted too many times before. Wow... I am so fucking odd. Bush is bad but, haven't we all figured that out by now. Oh, I'm wrong, fifty one percent of the states a-okays him. It's the fucking Christians. The Christians voted Bush into office. This is going to be offensive but, I tend to disagree with organized religions. Why do people follow organized religions? WHY? Why follow a set of given rules that govern your life. But to tell you the truth, the ones that really make me laugh are the ones who don't attend church, the ones who cheat, lie, kill and steal and still call themselves Christians. Listen, Christians, true Christians attend church on the Sabbath (Sunday). If you disobey the order of the Lord, he strikes you down with a bolt of fiery lightning! And it isn't pretty, there's no art in it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you a story. It's a story about a boy who chose not to believe in God. Actually, he chose not to believe in any devine force. This isn't to say that he didn't try. He researched and looked into most of the formed religions and just couldn't find one to his liking. He found liars and murderer's, people who hated other people for their beliefs. He couldn't find one that was right for him, so you know what he did? He made up his own. He named it Maxintology and he made his own set of "rules".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love and respect each and every living thing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do not murder unless in self-defence.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Help those who need guiding.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do not steal from those who need.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's right, he made four "rules." I put rules in parathesis because they are loose rules. I promise you won't get struck down if you disobey one. He smoked cigarettes at times, he drank, he slept, he procreated. Well, he didn't technically procreate, but he loved. He respected others and loved the world. He was a free thinker who based his own religion on the best parts of others. Does that sound aussi mauvaise?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The teacher is staring at me. He's staring right in front of me. He just winked at me... oh dear Lord. The senile geriatric is coming on to me. RUN! FLEE! JUMP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cezanne Delacrois. Edouard Monet. Paul Duguy. Which doesn't fit? Ahh, you're right. It's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Degas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Mah bad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why do people eventually become senile? I mean, some older people actually lose their minds. They wake up one morning and POOF! Memoried erased. God, I love Laurence. I care about that girl so damn much, I'd kill for her. Well, I wouldn't kill for her because killing goes against Maxintology but DAMN... I'd sedate someone for her. Yeah, I'd sedate someone to death... or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"If you're important, people will wait."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;DOT DOT DOT. John Travolta, you aren't funny. You're ESPECIALLY not funny when you try to be a cocky hotshot film/music exec. John Travolta isn't an alien, but MARIA FUCKING SHRIVER IS. Evidence:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.ent4.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/warner_brothers/collateral_damage/_group_photos/arnold_schwarzenegger10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Look at that bitch. I am so fucking onto you. But you know what I have to figure out? I gotta figure out why the hell half of society are aliens. What do they want? WAIT! THEY WANT TO PROCREATE AND SPREAD THEIR SEED. Or not, maybe I'm going snile. I mean I basically think half of society are aliens. That could very my first step towards insanity. Nahhh, I'm only 18. THEY'RE AFTER MY SEED. Ahhh, the joys of Family Guy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I wanna buy a painting. I'd love to just walk into a musuem and drop an eight figure amount for a Manet. Not a M&lt;em&gt;o&lt;/em&gt;net, a M&lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt;net. Manet was the finest painter society has ever seen. Damn, I'm writing so much. The sad thing is that I know I'll hit six pages, after all this is my fifth. I hope I'm not boring any of you. :X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;READ MY BULLSHIT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sorry, sorry, RANDOM outburst. It's the caffeine, it just kicked itself into my system. My -3 readers will enjoy this extra bit of energy. I really don't think anyone reads this, oh wait, my hit counter afirms just that. I'm writing to myself. I really must be going senile. I dislike cocaine. I dislike the idea of sniffing a substance, it's so dirty. For all you coke addicts out there, I won't judge you. People in Maxintology don't judge, they love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I can't seem to get into "The Life of Pi." Everyone I've spoken to simply raves about it but I find the first three pages so boring. I just feel more and more compelled to turn back to Vonnegut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Mason doesn't shut up. Maybe Mr. Mason is a Mason. Class A, rank one. Mason's are another kind of religion, another kind of sect. All religions are influeced by Christianity, even Maxintology. Masons don't like women or blacks. Way to go God. No, I'm sorry, God has nothing to do with the situation. God is nothing more than a scapegoat for the crimes of humanity. In the name of Allah, in the name of God. Yeah, I kill innocent people for God. But don't worry, he's okay with it. He actually likes it when I kill his children in his name. God likes killing like I like religion. I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-110969829783940574?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/110969829783940574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=110969829783940574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/110969829783940574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/110969829783940574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/03/long-mother-fucker.html' title='A Long Mother Fucker'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-110962497930749046</id><published>2005-02-28T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T13:09:39.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natalie Portman is an alien.</title><content type='html'>Fuck it, all of it. I'm in bed, booohooo. Actually, it's 2:17 AM and I'm lying on my bed. I planned to work on my english project but I'd rather write to yours truly. This evening I came to an odd conclusion, I had an ephiphany. You're gonna think I'm nuts but, try to follow with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We aren't alone. I'm quite sure that almost half the population on earth comprise of aliens. What do I mean by the term alien, well let me explain. No, I'm not talking about little green men, I'm talking about discreet aliens. They're trying to look like us. But you always know, you always fucking know. Take the Oscars as for example. Natalie Portman is an alien. She's just too odd to be real, I mean look at her bone structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.zap2it.com/20050227/natalieportman2_oscar05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You see! She isn't fooling anyone. I think it's fair to say that Natalie Portman is not one of us. Come on, think about it, is it THAT unrealistic? Look around you, explore. Further evidence:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.zap2it.com/20050227/natalieportman_oscars05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Girl, you ain't fooling anyone. We're all onto this. This is the first step into the future people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BE AWARE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BE SAFE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO NOT TRUST THEM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Don't be mad when I say, "I told you so".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-110962497930749046?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/110962497930749046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=110962497930749046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/110962497930749046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/110962497930749046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/02/natalie-portman-is-alien.html' title='Natalie Portman is an alien.'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-110954672391119038</id><published>2005-02-27T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T15:25:23.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know what it is about this poem, but it means so much to me. I can't really explain it. Maybe I'm a deeply tormented soul who finds solace in the silent verses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are strange things done in the midnight sun&lt;br /&gt;By the men who moil for gold;&lt;br /&gt;The Arctic trails have their secret tales&lt;br /&gt;That would make your blood run cold;&lt;br /&gt;The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,&lt;br /&gt;But the queerest they ever did see&lt;br /&gt;Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge&lt;br /&gt;I cremated Sam McGee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-110954672391119038?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/110954672391119038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=110954672391119038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/110954672391119038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/110954672391119038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-dont-know-what-it-is-about-this-poem.html' title=''/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-110946983091407992</id><published>2005-02-26T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T18:05:11.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Literature</title><content type='html'>[This was written on Friday, I just didn't have a chance to post it then.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, yes... english class. One of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... how about them crooked politicians? Okay, I'll admit it: I got nothing. I'm FRESH out of material. I'm sitting in class, waiting for the teacher to arrive. I gotta start reading more, I've been writing too much. But, maybe that's a good thing? o_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature is a gift from the God's. Honestly, imagine a world without literature. No reading, no writing, NOTHING. It's the greatest thing Man has invented. It inspires, it depresses and at times, IT'S FUCKING BORING. It's non-disciminating and it loves just about everyone who loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of gas, I need coffee. You know why? It's because of Laurence. I've made the mistake of getting used to living with my girlfriend. I fkn love her to death but, as some of you know she's busy down in L.A. What she's doing down in L.A I can't exactly say. Shooting porn, fetching lattes, massaging rich jewish men, I DON'T KNOW! No, honestly she's just down there for pilot season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking, another actor in L.A, that's all we need. Well she isn't just a fucking actress, she's a fucking nympho. But then again, I hope she isn't being a nympho down there. Americans don't know talent when they see it. They ignored Chaplin (actually they kicked him out), they killed Donnie Darko and more importantly: they fucking hate those runaway productions, don't they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so fucking random today, my yang is gone. My baby's ditched me for the beautiful beach. Okay, I must be on mush or something. No, that's not true mushrooms are messed up, never wanna try those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so.... this has been a pretty big free writing exercise. I have too much time on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[This post was for you baby ;)]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-110946983091407992?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/110946983091407992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=110946983091407992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/110946983091407992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/110946983091407992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/02/literature.html' title='Literature'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-110935933068921908</id><published>2005-02-25T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T09:34:08.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit Counter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;map name="cmap"&gt;&lt;/map&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://udjc.com/counter/index.php?u=marcus700&amp;amp;s=a" usemap="#cmap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-110935933068921908?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-110935920876587346</id><published>2005-02-25T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T11:20:08.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHAA</title><content type='html'>AHGHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAA poor keanu reeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.defamer.com/hollywood/keanu-heaves.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-110935920876587346?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/110935920876587346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=110935920876587346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/110935920876587346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/110935920876587346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/02/hahahaa.html' title='HAHAHAA'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-110929476705607963</id><published>2005-02-24T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T20:04:36.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGOSH THE END IS NIGH</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;max walker max walker max walker max walker max walker 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-110927675463073025</id><published>2005-02-24T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T12:28:29.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Err...</title><content type='html'>I'm not posting this to be vain, I just found it a little odd. Taken from the YTV 15/Love board:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not 10, i'm 12 but i'm and obsessed with squib. My agenda is covered with i love squib and squib is hott. i've counted them and i have more than 750!( I sure hope my teacher doesn't check our agenda's) And in our agenda's for some lame reason there are stories about sutff so i cross out some of the story and make up my own about me and squib! ( some of it is quite stupid or just wrong or down right funny.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Umm... is that not a tad far? I mean I doubt she has 750 pictures of me, but man this girls got passion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, school is still horrid. Thursdays are my worst days, I'm practically busy from 8:30 AM to 6:00 PM. I have a really good idea for a new news feature, but you're going to have to wait till next week to see it. Be patient and stay safe everybody, it's a scary world out there. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-110927675463073025?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/110927675463073025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=110927675463073025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/110927675463073025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/110927675463073025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/02/err.html' title='Err...'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-110920187470444833</id><published>2005-02-23T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T15:40:49.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>History of Art</title><content type='html'>All is well here. A slack day in cold Montreal. We visited an exhibit on Egypt for my History of Art class, and was then assigned a small essay. I was bored at home so I decided to get it done today, very odd since it's due on March 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going insane, it's so not like me. I need the balance in my life. LAURENCE! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Book of the Dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is one of life’s mysteries. The complexities of death vary from culture, religion as well as upbringing. The Egyptians were strong believers in life after death. They followed disciplined sets of rules and were lead by a bible of sorts called, The Book of the Dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Book of the Dead is a group of mortuary spells written on strong sheets of papyrus covered with so-called magical texts and accompanying illustrations. These spells were placed with the dead in order to help them navigate the dangers of the underworld and attain afterlife in the beautiful Fields of Reeds. Many times, the texts and illustrations are also found on the walls of tombs and coffins. These would later go on to become known as “coffin texts”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ancient texts were commissioned by the deceased before their death. The text was meant to be read by the deceased during their voyage to the underworld. It enabled the dead to overcome obstacles of the underworld. It did this by giving clues, teaching passwords as well as revealing routes that would allow them to navigate around dangers. It would also grant the protection and the help of the God’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author is said to be the Thoth, whom the Greek’s identified with Hermes. The name of the book during the Theban period was pert em hru, which has been translated into “awakening in the light”. The book is based on the myth of Osiris who was aided in his resurrection by his sister Isis and his son Horus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earliest Book of the Dead was found in the mid-fifteenth century BC. Archeologists were quite surprised to find that many of the spells found in the first book had their origins in the Pyramid Texts from the Fifth and Sixth dynasty, more than a thousand years earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Egyptians believed in the afterlife and practically spent their whole lives preparing for it. Pharaoh’s built the finest tombs made of gold, they collected the most elaborate funerary equipment and were mummified in the most expensive way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this isn’t to say that the rich were not granted passage into the afterlife. They may not have been able to afford opulent gold tombs or massive pyramids, but by the Sixth dynasty many were able to purchase papyrus. This papyrus was then used to write spells on would then be placed in the tomb of the dead. In the Egyptian culture, regardless of your wealth, all were expected to embrace the afterlife as an idealized version of their earthly one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-110920187470444833?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/110920187470444833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=110920187470444833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/110920187470444833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/110920187470444833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/02/history-of-art.html' title='History of Art'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-110919549623185735</id><published>2005-02-23T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T13:51:36.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STAR WARS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;OMGOSH, I'm too consumed in this site to even describe it to you. They have movie stills from Star Wars: Episode III. &lt;a href="mailto:OMGOSH!!@!@!@!ONE"&gt;OMGOSH!!@!@!@!ONE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.super-baris.com/ep3/"&gt;http://www.super-baris.com/ep3/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-110919549623185735?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/110919549623185735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=110919549623185735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/110919549623185735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/110919549623185735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/02/star-wars.html' title='STAR WARS'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-110913641020127162</id><published>2005-02-22T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T20:17:19.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Don't ask why I chose to write about this today because truthfully, I don't know. I haven't written something about Jacky and Vadim since their death almost two years ago. Let's begin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started in Laurence's car. Ordinarily enough,I had just finished eating with Jesse and we were busy checking out all the beautiful Westmount houses. We past this HUGE white stone house and then it hit me. I know that sentence isn't grammatically correct but I don't care. Anyway, we were passing by this huge house when it struck me. All I could remember were the words Karen said on September the 8th, she was the one who broke the news to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have the worst news you could possibly hear"&lt;br /&gt;"I have the worst news you could possibly hear"&lt;br /&gt;"I have the worst news you could possibly hear"&lt;br /&gt;"I have the worst news you could possibly hear"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God those words stuck with me. I still remember Karen's face, her piercing eyes were full of tears. Karen is the most truthful person I know. If everyone in the world was as honest and kind as Karen the world would be a much prettier place. I remember our director, Paolo Barzman sitting next to the window, sobbing to himself. Paolo was, up to that point the strongest human being I knew. This isn't to say that I now consider him weak, the man is the furthest thing from that. I had just never seen Paolo vulnerable, we'd been shooting for about two months and I had yet to see him vulnerable, not for one second. He had no control of the situation, none of us did, even the line producer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Laurence falling straight to the floor. She didn't fall, they dropped. I just stood there, dumbfounded. It took what seemed like an eternity to me for me to realize what had happened. That room was so damn weird. Not cold, but not hot, just weird. I walked out of the room completely lifeless, I didn't believe it, I didn't want to believe it. I honestly just stumbled down the hall my face drained of life. And it was so damn beautiful outside, that's the part that bugs me. It was a PERFECT sunny day, and it was like that for the eight days after the accident. Not one cloud in sight, just perfection. I can't really say what happened for the rest of the day, it was such a horrible day. Paolo, Diandra, Karen, Derek, Laurence, Matt and I all spent that afternoon on the bleacher outside of the production office. We sat and talked. We sat and cried. I remember playing basketball with Matt and Diandra, and for a moment while playing I forgot. I forgot about everything that had happened in that day, everything. I only wish the next six months were as easy. It would've been bliss. But instead, I spent the next six months (along with Meaghan and Laurence) thinking, analyzing, lying and crying to myself. I'm still not over it, none of us are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't really say who's funeral was worst. Jacky's was the first one I went to and it was MASSIVE. I easn't expecting that many people, there were close to three thousand. It was sad and it was hard. However, I know my grieving was nothing compared to that of Jacky's family. They loved her so much, they fucking adored her. Terri and Larry (Jacky's parents) were always such happy and joyful people, but I'll always remember the sound of Terri shrieking. What grief her and Larry must have gone through, bless their souls. It was her youngest daughters funeral, nothing can explain how sad that funeral was. Nothing. I mean Jacky was perfect, she was flawless. No one will ever convince me otherwise. She would always come up to me on set, pinch my cheeks and say 'OUUUEWWW'. God, I still remember that. Such an injustice, such a fucking injustice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vadim's was worse. There were so many people jammed into this small little church. The place was packed, so packed that Vadim would've laughed. He would say in his sly little french accent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All this for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Vadim, all this for you. Me, Laurence and Meaghan were going to get up and say a word or two about Vadim, but I'll get to that later on. I remember seeing the casket come in, lead by his loving family. He had four smaller brothers and he was a hero to all of them, the big brother. The one thing that sticks in my mind is Vadim's four year old brother Aleosha sitting on his father's shoulders. He had no clue what was happening. No one knew what was happening, no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music played a big part in Vadim's funeral, just as it did in his life. They played one of Vadim's favorite songs, Angel by Robby Williams. I remember mid point in that song Jean-Paul (Vadim's father) stuggled to the alter and threw his hands up in despair. The music was penetrating him, penetrating his heart. Such a beautiful fucking image. And God, Vadim could sing. He was such a star, he was born one, just like Jacky. They're both stars now, just in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now to get to the speech. As I mentioned earlier we were asked by Vadim's parents to say a few words about him. Horribly enough, this was to be right after watching a short hommage video made by one of our editors. At that point we had yet to see any material from 15/Love. And boy did it hit us hard. When the video rolled it was devastating. Seeing them both on screen just destroyed us three. The whole church starting crying loudly, but no ones crying could be ours. For us it was the hardest thing we've ever seen. We had been there for all those moments, we remember everything that happened on those days and it hit us particularly hard. He was so god damned beautiful, she was so damn beautiful. Those were some of the hardest days of my life. But, I don't want to sound selfish. Nothing compares to how Vadim's family felt or how Jacky's felt. They were both the heroes of the household, they were both idolised but anyone they knew, including me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May whatever force out there guard and protect them. Laurence, Meaghan and I all know that they're still with us. Just in a different way. I love you both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-110913641020127162?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/110913641020127162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=110913641020127162' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/110913641020127162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/110913641020127162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/02/life.html' title='Life.'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-110909490583411772</id><published>2005-02-22T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T09:59:46.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Age if the Avant-Garde</title><content type='html'>My pants are really tight. I don't mean tight as in cool tight, I mean as in PAINFUL tight. They aren't new pants either, they've been with me for like two and a half years. Yet, somehow today when I put them on they REALLY hurt. Random statement I know. My class starts at 10:00 and it's 10:05, no sign of the teacher. Actually, the teacher is such a douche bag. All he does is show slides and talk, and I'm sure we all know that's the best thing to do with a three hour class. But the real thing that bugs me about this teacher has nothing do to with slides, it has to do with dismissing us at the right time. This guy will go on for fucking ever, to the point where one of us has to stop him and say HEY DUDE CLASS IS DONE SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being mean, I didn't mean that... no, I'm being Canadian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:10, still no sign of the teacher. I fucking rushed over to class thinking I'd be late, too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, here he is. He's wearing a very circa 1930's french hat. You know the one that sort of looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="315" src="http://www.aspetto.com/Hats-Italian_Pee_Cap.jpg" width="358" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Exactly like that, except not ugly and not italian. His hat was plain black. Odd...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ooooooh, TEST TIME. My favourite time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;No wait. He's disapeared. He's left the classroom and went to get something... a life? Ooh, low blow, I'm being mean, the guys very nice he's just... a bit anal. But then again, I don't really know a teacher who doesn't really have a DEGREE of anality. Oh, the joys of making up words.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There's a Japanese kid sitting in front of me named Hanjij. What a cool fucking name. Hanjij. It sounds like a super leet cal i hacking ninja's name. HAJIJ@!@! &lt;a href="mailto:AHHHHHHHHHHHH@!@!@ONE"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHH@!@!@ONE&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;LESSON PLAN: Download some Sven Vath, or at least some Tiesto.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;KK, I'm signing off now. I have another class at four so maybe if I have time I can post again. I probably will but if not, have a great day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;KUNG FU MONKEY@!@!@!!!!ONE!@!@!@!@!@!@!1@!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-110909490583411772?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/110909490583411772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=110909490583411772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/110909490583411772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/110909490583411772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/02/age-if-avant-garde.html' title='Age if the Avant-Garde'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-110902460157356259</id><published>2005-02-21T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T14:23:21.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris Hilton</title><content type='html'>Don't get me started but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposidly, Paris Hilton had her cell phone hacked. They broke in and got some rather... &lt;em&gt;colourful&lt;/em&gt; things out of it. Including the number of close to fifty A celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.defamer.com/hollywood/gossip/paris-hilton/index.php#paris-hilton-hacked-033638"&gt;http://www.defamer.com/hollywood/gossip/paris-hilton/index.php#paris-hilton-hacked-033638&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PR stunt to the extreme... or poor girl...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-110902460157356259?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/110902460157356259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=110902460157356259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/110902460157356259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/110902460157356259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/02/paris-hilton.html' title='Paris Hilton'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-110902444342995780</id><published>2005-02-21T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T14:20:43.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classtibation</title><content type='html'>I don't want to write. I'm sad. I'm afraid I'll be too honest, too real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so don't feel like writing. It's been a tough morning, I had to get up at 4:30 AM. But, truthfully, I didn't mind it at all. I was seeing my baby away, away for 15 days. 15 days man, what the fuck am I gonna do? So what, you say, right? It's gonna be hard. I haven't spent a day without her in about seven months. And please, don't pass this off as young love, &lt;em&gt;young&lt;/em&gt; lovey-dovey love, because it flat out isn't. And in this state, I'd be slightly offended...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, what am I saying... I'm being Canadian. I'll rip your fucking head off if you say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean that. The sad part about this blog is that I don't think anyone will actually find it. Well, at least not for a long time. I mean, how the fuck could some just randomly stumble upon this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyyy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canadians are polite. We're all too fucking polite. Great theory, huh? It is a fucking genius theory but, unfortunately, I can't take credit for it. It belongs to Jacqueline Mclintock the incredible love child of the Meisner technique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOSH A DOUBLE POST IN ONE &lt;a href="mailto:DAY!@!@!ONE@!@111!@2"&gt;DAY!@!@!ONE@!@111!@2&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 to my boring ass film genre's class. All 3 1/2 hours of it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-110902444342995780?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/110902444342995780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=110902444342995780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/110902444342995780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/110902444342995780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/02/classtibation.html' title='Classtibation'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10984885.post-110900773371898778</id><published>2005-02-21T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T14:33:46.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I lost my notebook. I had this really awesome introductory post ready and written and I can't find the damn book. This doesn't surprised me, especially since I carry around six different notebooks. I'll just have to use this as my first post and I'll type up the ORIGINAL first post tomorrow or whenever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Max Walker. I'm a 18 year old MALE (if you hadn't already picked up on the name) from beautiful Montreal, Quebec. I'm a student at the ever-chic DAWSON COLLEGE. Here's a picture of DAWSON COLLEGE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dawsoncollege.qc.ca/35/images/dhome.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Looks pretty damn scholastic, right? Too bad it's nothing even close to scholastic. BAM, imagine this: It's the first day of DAWSON COLLEGE for me and I walk in with sweatpants and a loose shirt. BIG MISTAKE! I see a Lebenase guy walking past me wearing a GUCCI shirt. A God-damned-has-to-be-700-dollars GUCCI SHIRT. Alright Max, one guy in a GUCCI shirt isn't the end of the world. But then, just as those words escape my mouth a flock of girls walk by. The girls are all wearing mini-skirts and these slutty shirts, it was then that it struck me: Dawson is a club. It isn't a school, it isn't academic, it's none of those things... it's stylish. Now, I'll agree that not everyone dresses chic but a lot of the girls do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This leaves me wondering: are you coming to Dawson to learn, or to impress? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You'll see, when I get my camera back I'll take pictures of these unsuspecting people and post them. I'm pretty sure that leaves me open to being sued, but what the hell. At least you'll understand what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay, enough for now, I'll post some more tomorrow. TA-DAAAAAAAAAA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10984885-110900773371898778?l=maxwalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/110900773371898778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10984885&amp;postID=110900773371898778' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/110900773371898778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10984885/posts/default/110900773371898778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxwalker.blogspot.com/2005/02/hello-friends.html' title='Hello friends...'/><author><name>MAX WALKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07965799526120684981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
