03/28/2004 - 04/04/2004
How much can a pelican consume if she stands and crams without a plan?
The hot water faucet broke in me house a couple days ago - Tuesday. I'd built up a good layer of grime by Thursday morning. I was afraid someone in class would figure out I was smelly and unshaven (separate) and then report me to the Yerk authorities. "I think my classmate is homeless". Then they make me talk to a social worker and I have to explain it's just a temporary thing.
Anyways, I had to shower yesterday at the pople-I-work-for's-house. After a couple days of neuh showering, the shower is like a transformative experience. The plumber is coming tomorrow morning to rip apart the wall. Lordhavemercy.
What a great letter, thanks! If you are still interested in participating, I'd love to have you in the project. I'm attaching the complete guidelines, in case you need to refresh your memory, and the release form. If you want a word, print out the latter, fill it out and send it to me and I'll reply with your word. Thanks for your generous interest and welcome!
Of course, to have any idea about what this means, you'd need some context.
Busy busy week. I'm still on full time child care duties for my aunt. It pays well, but I'm running out of energy and patience. Thank goodness I'm being permanently replaced next month.
I got a job at Indigo - Eaton's Centre for the holiday season rush. Yesterday and today I'm doing training. So between that and my cousins I'm working exhausting 12 hour days.
As an Indigo employee I get a 30% discount, so yesterday after I was done I bought myself a bunch of comics including Ultimate Spider-Man, vol. 1; Scott Pilgrim, vol. 1; and the Serenity comic. The cashier said that the Serenity comic is fantastic so I can't wait to start.
On the way home yesterday I stopped to buy a $1.50 sausage (Hooray! All is right in the world!) and talked to the hot dog vendor while I waited for the streetcar. He told me that he was out there from 7pm to 7 am, 365 days a years. I asked him what was the weirdest thing he's ever seen as a vendor. He said a dreunk prima donna coming out of the clubs tried to light his stall on fire and after it was extinguished. She offered to fellate him on the corner of Spadina and Queen. Believe it or not, he declined the offer.
I'd like to raise a toast to the tireless street meat vendors of this city.
I somehow came across MSNBC talking head Keith Olberman. Unlike most talking heads and pundits on the cable news networks (CNN, Fox News, MSNBC) Olberman is VERY critical of President Bush and his administration. In the first video I came across Olberman tore apart the recently announced War Commisions Act and the Death of Habeas Corpus
As we approach the municipal elections I have begun to take more interest in the candidates. It seems that because the stakes and registration fees are lower to be a municipal canidate than a provincial or federal candidate, every Tom, Dick and Wookey decides to run. My aunt and uncle in Moorepark ( I think the ward is called Don Valley West) are inundated with flyers, pamphlets and calls; far more than my house seems to be. Every nut and mom/dad who's ever chaired a PTA meeting decides to be a candidate. I wanted to vote for Adam Vaughn but apparently he's running in the ward next to mine.
Last night I went for my last training shift at Indigo. There was another Alex in the group and there are already two Alexs at the store so the manager decided we needed nicknames. Other Alex became Camel and for some reason I became Gunflap. The manager was a little worried that 'gunflap' might be a dirty or offensive word.
So here's the Balderdash Challenge: what is the definition of 'gunflap'? It's up to you to decided if it's a dirty/offensive word.
Okay, I'm not going to go on a big shpiel (sp?) about what music ought or oughtn't be, because most of you already know pretty well what my criteria are in the evaluation of music. (If not, have 2 drinks with me and I'd be glad to monopolize your evening and attempt to convert you to my unpopular viewpoint.) I'll leave it at that and say that Indestructible Sam is one of the best fucking songs I've ever heard. Buck 65 says the story is a true one. Frankly I don't even care either way. The story works. My sister suggested Sam (Linton) could use the song as sort of a theme song. I thought not since a moniker like Indestructible Sam is one that a person really must earn.
The Buck 65 is opening for The Tragically Hip but I don't think I'll go. You see, the show costs about 39.50$ at the very least. And you're paying for the Hip. If Buck65 played in some smaller venue as the headliner it'd probably only cost like, $18 or $22.
Oh, and I mentioned my spying assignment. We ended up with this real conversation. I got to direct the scene giving the characters a relationship and motivation which wouldn't be apparent from the dialogue. Like, a twist. For me, I made Boy the elder brother of Girl. Girl has just had a bad breakup a week ago. Girl wants sympathy from Boy, Boy wants to shake her out of her depression with some tough love. It's a reversal of the obvious power dynamic.
Anyways, I thought I'd post the transcribed conversation since it is close to home for some of us. And we know who we are and we speak not of our affiliation publicly.
What's really remarkable about this is seeing how people actually talk. It's no wonder people use run-ons and sentence fragments when they write - these things are the staples of spoken conversation!
See, I think Facebook is really useless. I’m in touch with everybody I
need to be in touch with; in essence, I don’t see how it’s really useful.
Facebook isn’t meant to be useful.
Facebook is meant to be useless, but it’s not addictive.
It’s not addictive for you?
No, not at all. I can’t.
I don’t find it addictive but I can how it can be addictive…
For it to be addictive, you have to be really interested in other
people, and I don’t think I really am. Not in that way.
Oh yeah, like I have to seek everybody out…
Well it’s just if I wanted to know about random people, I would want to
know their thoughts on life, something at least a little more profound,
like what their favorite, you know…
…movies are or. And all that random…yeah.
Don’t you think the news feedback thing is really creepy?
Creepy. But it’s so funny (coughs). It’s one of those things that in the
beginning that they introduce this new feature and everybody hates it
because they love Facebook and it’s suddenly there’s been this big
change. All these people are having grads on Facebook and then all this
dies down and suddenly everybody’s reading their newsfeeds and everyone
likes it. It’s just um… there’s this quote about it in The Process of
Change, like when first a truth is introduced first…
Like a meme thing? Yeah and then and then there’s the first guy that
says, “Oh, it’s not that bad, at least I know what people are doing” and
that passes onto a second guy and then it passes to four people and then
Yeah. Yeah. It’s weird though. And what’s really weird is like seeing
people’s relationships represented by little emoticons. It’s like “heart
shape”; this person is in a relationship.
(interrupts) You don’t think that’s sick?
It’s like “heartbreak”; these people now have ended their relationship
at four-oh-one am on Sunday October whatever.
But you don’t think that’s sick? I think that’s kind of weird.
The whole site is kind of weird.
Yes, I am the titular asshole.
How did I come by such an identity? What else would you call someone who plans his weekend on attending one party, then completely FAILS in his own goals, even when the solution is right in front of him?
Long story short, all I wanted to do this weekend is attend one party, but due to the machinations of myself and others (but I would say mostly myself) I completely screwed myself. I KNEW that going to another party before the main one could disorient me, but I went anyways. I KNEW I should have got a written copy of the directions (perhaps by asking for a forwarded Email), but I decided that I'd be fine in relying on others for direction, and most of all, when I (and Neil) got lost, I didn't even THINK of calling Benji back to re-affirm my directions. Let me tell you, when I thought of that idea earlier today, I was glad I had a mirror handy, if only so I could look myself in the eye when I screamed "YOU STUPID FUCKING C***" at me.
Long story short, 1)I disappointed myself, 2) I disappointed anyone who I told that I would attend the party and 3) I am getting myself a damned cellphone, if only so I can have no one but myself to blame for these situations in the future.
God help me, I am going to dwell on this for weeks.
P.S. Actual Halloween is my long class day, so if anyone has plans, I get off at 10. If not, I'll be at the Ab (in costume) from then 'til whenever the subways close. Fel free to join me.