03/28/2004 - 04/04/2004
Especially when one of the group members decides to go on a vacation to the Czech Republic the week before our presentation. Another member hasn't responded to any of our emails. At this point they have been cut loose to fend for themselves, but there will be fireworks if they show up on Tuesday and expect to participate.
I went for my first out-door run of the spring yesterday. It was so nice to be breathing fresh cool air once again, instead of the recirculated, sticky air in the cardio room. The ground was soft and squishy so my legs got covered in mud. On one of the trails I came to a dead end at the river so I ran across the frozen river. It was pretty awesome. I felt there should have been some montage music for all of this.
Our Trent NDP movie went well. We were screening The Revolution Will Not Be Televised. There were some technical glitches early on, but in the end the event went smoothly.
Has anyone seen a hat or t-shirt that says "I LIE TO GIRLS"? I saw a guy with that written on a baseball hat and I wanted to push him under a bus.
Apparently our super-double-sneakret commandos, JTF2, are operating in Eye-Rack. Who knew?
TELL ME WHERE BIN LADEN IS!
There's people living in the neighboring barges
guilty of assorted compliments and charges.
Like the one-eyed cyclist who never wears any socks.
He covers his mouth with his hand when he talks.
His name is René. They say he's a Communist.
There's something about his demeanour that's ominous.
Gord with his card tricks escaped from the row.
His mouth is always in the shape of an O.
His brother is locked up and he awaits his release.
He talks about politics and hates the police.
Linda doesn't have long to live, probably.
She's Wiccan and used to read palms for a hobby.
She came to visit one night and just sat there,
and laughed the whole time, her clothes covered in cat hair.
Aubrey wears two watches at once and a bow tie.
He's missing a thumb and nobody knows why.
He's not the best ventriloquist in the world, but he wants to be.
He's an excellent dancer and smokes reefer constantly.
Big fat Nigel works as a florist.
He's openly gay and looks like a tourist.
He's very polite with a good sense of humour.
He's heir to a fortune, or at least that's the rumour.
Washed up and wounded, we are the recycled,
earthy, thirsty, sleazy and seaworthy.
At the foot of the trees, the tramps drink and they daydream.
They use the fountain to stay clean. They're not as bad as they may seem.
Each day they reenact the ritual of abandon.
They sit there and serenade people at random.
As the thought of a job and a bedroom refrigerates,
they drift on alcoholic wings in figure eights.
Wine and water, regarded as stupid weirdoes;
more wine and water, they feel like superheroes.
One once was a boxer whose ego remains bandaged.
He once took a beating that left him with brain damage.
One plays a horn and was born with a wooden leg
he plays on some days 'cause he feels that he shouldn't beg.
One worked in the factory before it closed down.
He's fine if there's plenty of wine to go around.
Sunken and drunken, frustrated and lonely,
these people don't die, they evaporate slowly.
No matter how desperate, no matter how lawless,
they rely on the river for some kind of solace.
It sings to them softly and lulls them to sleep heavily;
it's soothing and every bit heavenly.
Each morning before they get into the booze, as they say,
they usually give me the news of the day.
And if it were up to them to shout the decision -
"An aurora borealis and all men out of prison!"
Recently the process which I like to call "the sodomizing of my childhood" continues wherein things I loved as a kid are updated and destroyed. Recently a scourge has hit two of my favourite childhood visual medias: the Star Trek and Star Wars franchises. And its name is the same in both cases: The Teen Years. First up, there's going to be a new Stars Wars series that will be 100 episodes of Luke Skywalker growing up!. This is not a joke. The Star Trek one isn't as bad cause it probably won't be made but Star Trek: The Academy Years sounds goddamn horrific. Join Kirk, McCoy, Spock and Scotty as teenagers! Whoa! Here's an idea for a new show: Jesus: The Teen Years. It'll be Smallville meets Joan of Arcadia! Plus, Judas would be like his best friend and it'd be all ironic.
This is completely offtopic, but I've always found it funny to cut off part of a headline and laugh at the new thing that's created (I have such an interesting life). Here's one funny one I found off Google News: