Vancouver Blogger: Sean Orr
Each week, Scout poses 60 questions to a local who has made life in BC that much more interesting. They pick and choose. The minimum response is 20 answers. A Rorschach test, for sure.
Sean Orr is one of Vancouver’s best and most read bloggers, and a daily read of mine over at Beyond Robson.
Three things about your neighbourhood that make you want to live there: At all times there is the chance to see either or the most beautiful woman in the world or the craziest person in the world, bricks, proximity to Salt
The thing that you eat that is bad for you that you will never stop eating: My entire diet consists of meal replacement shakes and charcuteries.
Default drink of choice: Espresso.
Drink you’ll never have again: Alcohol.
Sexiest fashion item for the opposite sex: Pjay-jays.
Worst job ever: I once worked at a precast concrete plant for like a day. I kept breaking these thousand dollar planters trying to take them out of the mold, so they sent me to varnish the finished pieces. I liked that better. I was busy painting away and kind of going to the music, lightly tapping the hollow concrete planters, when the boss-man, this crazy viking storms in, and screams “I didn’t hire no monkey drummer” and I got fired. Oh also, Milestones.
Three things about your neighbourhood that make you want to run away: The gauntlet of popped collars and puking anorexic Asians along Water Street, the Steam Clock, human shit.
Two things you’d like to change about Vancouver: Everything and nothing.
Cheap place for dinner that never lets you down: Budgies Burritos.
Book you’re reading: Voltaire’s Bastards in lieu of the financial crisis.
Last place traveled: Toronto. That place rules. Patios everywhere, restaurants, an actual working class, brownstones, Italian girls, streetcars….
Biggest fear: Locked in syndrome.
If you could rename yourself: Are you kidding? I have the best name in the world. I don’t even do anything but people seem to remember my name.
Best sneaker in the world: What did Suzuki answer for this one? That’s my answer too.
Publication you’d like to see go out of business: Oh I would never wish that on the Province.
Under what circumstances would you join the army: Over my dead body.
Your paternal grandfather’s personal story: Well. His name was Captain L.P.S. Orr and he was an MP in the British House of Commons for South Down in Northern Ireland and he was also the Grand Master of the Orange Order. My Dad marched for Catholic civil rights against his own father. In ’77 they came to Canada. Then I was born and named the 3 most catholic names, Sean-Michael David! Suffice to say my dad was cut out of the will, but he taught me to stand up for what I believe in.
Best bar stool in the city: the concrete butt seats in the Salt Cellar.
Dumbest purchase ever: I once bought a 1968 Oldsmobile Toronado. That thing has a 455 cubic inch engine and I could never possibly afford to drive it. It rotted into my parents driveway until they called the Kidney Foundation and they came and took it.
What are you proud of: My brother just made a record, St. Just Vigilantes. Its really good.
The thing that makes you the angriest: Oh there is just so much to chose from.
Saddest thing about Vancouver: everyone’s turned inwards.
Ice cream flavour: Cheesecake.
Make of automobile that you feel tempted to throw rocks at: Police.
Food your mom makes better than anyone: Shepherd’s Pie.
Talent you wish you possessed: Invisibility.
The trend you wish you never followed, but did: Acid.
Musical instrument you long to play: Guitar.
Sport you loved as a kid: CFL.
Grooming products: Nope.
The game you’re best at: Boggle.
Mac or PC: Mac.
Pick another country you wish you could vote in: Oh come on, is there any other one?
The number of fist fights you’ve been in: 20.
The scariest situation you’ve ever been in: I had a manic episode last year after starting to drink after getting bed bugs and I was at the corner of Main and Hastings, and I thought I needed to get hit by a car, I thought I needed to die in order to… actually I still don’t know why, but all of a sudden everyone could read my thoughts and I thought I was Joan of Arc starting a revolution and I was wearing VGH pajamas and a International Situationist t-Shirt and I might have predicted an earthquake, then I got arrested. They thought I was on heroin or meth because of all the bed bug bites.
Local person you admire most: John Graham.
The thing you’re most ashamed of: Stealing.
Best concert experience ever: Too hard. Cave Singers at Hawks House was fun, the first time I saw Bison, the secret show at prospect point this summer with Basketball, No Gold, and Secret Mommy; Lollapalooza…
Cologne/Perfume that makes you want to puke: The one that old ladies wear in airports.
Magazine you read religiously: Watchtower?
If you have any, describe your tattoos: I have a tattoo that says “tattoo”, and S on my ear, an original Jeremy Riley, a Dali watch on my wrist, and a PAID stamp on my other wrist.
The dish you make that you never screw up: Sandwich.
Town you were born in: Surrey.
Old television shows you can tolerate re-runs of: Seinfeld.
First memory: waking up my brother at 6am for ‘beddest’.
Quality you admire most in yourself: I like that I make myself laugh.
Album that first made you love music: No Control.
Default junk food: People think I eat too many chocolate bars.
The career path you considered but never followed: Geologist.
The one country that you have no interest in ever visiting: France.
The first three things you do every morning: Make coffee, roll joint, go back to sleep.
The thing you’re addicted to: Oh probably the internet.
Favourite book as a child: Atlas.