Three Cheers For Svend!

Canadians are lucky today. A bill passed in Parliament that amends the hate crimes legislation to include sexual orientation. Now if Fred Phelps ever crosses the border, he can be punted back to where he came from. How sad for him, how good for us. Cheers Parliament, you've done a good thing.

vol 2

Vol. 2 was as good, if not better, than Vol. 1 and I enjoyed myself thoroughly. Tarantino is just a fabulous artist. The only annoying thing about the whole experience was a few idiots sitting a few seats away giving a running commentary on the action... my cousin looked like she was ready to murder them, but she didn't. I blocked them out and focused on the screen so I missed most of what they were saying. Yay for me, it made my night.

1984

I watched an interesting interview last week on CBC. It was a rebroadcast of a One on One with Peter Mansbridge from March 2003. The guest was Brian McKenna, a Canadian documentary filmmaker. He described his experiences while filming footage on a trip to North Korea. He and his crew were working on a documentary on the Korean war and Canada's part in it. The really interesting part for me was his description of the experience inside the country. His description paralleled Orwell's 1984 so closely that it was like having the book unfold in front of me. It has kept me thinking about it all week. The one thing in 1984 that really struck home with me was how ignorant the people were of anything outside their country. This is how McKenna described the lives of the North Koreans. Limited media and communications, censored completely by the government, allow the people no information about what the rest of the world is like.

For all my general dislike of the media, I still have to appreciate that the majority of it reflects some truth of the world, as distorted and skewed as it may be... and I wonder what it would be like to have truth written for me by a governing body whose sole purpose was to maintain its existence.

I am intrigued.

ouch

Oh my head hurts... an evening of cards and beer and rum and Bailey's is damn fun, but when it ends it sure does hurt. 6 hours from now I have to get into a hot shower and get ready for work and I think it's going to hurt even more then. Ow ow ow ow ow... at least I won one of the pots, which was a double up hand. Now I can buy tea and donuts for breakfast tomorrow... I don't think anything else would stay down anyway... we'll see... on a side note, while I'm usually attracted to older women, two beautiful younger ladies kept me chuckling all night... I must say, it was a nice change of pace for an old fart like myself ;-) almost makes me wish I was 25 again... almost, but not quite!

cherry pie? wtf?

Who bakes in the nude? I mean really...
And why do I think that's a cool idea?
"This I gotta see!"

stupid brain

I've been haunted the past few days by a dream I had a ages ago. I am not even sure how long ago and I remember hardly anything about the dream. I have a visual image of a strange house with many stairways that keeps popping into my head. The dream took place in this house but aside from a few flashing images from different places in the house I can't recall anything specific, but I get a feeling like I'm running through a maze, trying to solve a puzzle and the house feels like a castle with turrets, ladders and places to shoot arrows. Wacko... It's driving me bonkers.

My brain also hurts due to the fact I was held up for 25 minutes this morning by a train. At the top of my street there is a set of tracks. Trains fly by there like bats out of hell. But one decided to go slowly this morning and I sat there for 25 minutes rather than driving to work. Grr! I hadn't eaten either, so I was starving and cranky. It was a bad start to the day, and the rest of the day was hectic.

FUUUUCK!

That felt good. 8-)

theatre of the absurd

people are absurd... things some people take so seriously, more often than not, I find comical. people are absurd, that's life, that's the way things are, but every so often I sit back and watch the news, or listen to a conversation on the bus, or read an article or see something so absolutely, mind bogglingly silly, that I can't help but laugh. I sometimes want to grab people by the nose and say HONK! and then make them step back and look at what is is their so wound up about... life's to short to constantly have your panties in a bunch. or your speedos or your thong or your boxers or your depends undergarments or your choice of whatever your wear under your clothes. unless you don't wear anything under your clothes, in which case, what's your phone number? 8-)

eureka!

Explaining my bisexuality to others isn't always easy. Bi is complicated and not well understood by the majority of people. Homosexuals and heterosexuals mostly don't get it, as it's not strictly defined even in the bi culture itself. But I think I've come up with something simple I can use to explain bi as it pertains to my life and, well simply ... me.

"In my search for life partners, I am not gender biased."

Hells Bells

Two weeks ago I had a sinus cold and bad headaches. My head was ringing like Big Ben. I had a fun time getting rid of it but I thought it was gone and I was done with it. I *thought* I was ailment free, but last Thursday morning, the day before my birthday, the day I had to get on a plane, I found another headcold. This one had a sore throat and minor cough along with it. Oh joy oh bliss oh happiness. Four days later and it's still hanging around. Fizuck. At least this one left out the headaches, but I still feel like a bag of crap wrapped in dirty diaper. I have tomorrow off, so I intend to rest a lot and make the bad stuff stop.

the old lady

29 today! 29 years alive on earth, 29 years of shoes and pants and shirts and shorts, 29 years of food, 29 years of swimming and walking and talking... there's a lot of stuff done in 29 years. My friend, born on April 8th, is older than me and I rub it in every chance I get. Just for fun, because she doesn't worry about age any more than I do. But it's damn fun being the young one 8-)

sunlight on the ocean

Faith is different for everyone. We all believe what we choose to believe. This makes us special, it makes us interesting. I believe in a lot of things... when I look at the sun shining down on the ocean it is simply beautiful... it makes it pretty easy to have faith and smile.

It's a day when there's not a cloud in the sky, there's a slight breeze and the harbour is covered by a million million tiny wavelets... the sun hits these and the whole habour is aglow... everything out there shimmers with life. It's a dazzling sight, one that I never tire of.

What a nice nice day to be alive.

fine like wine

fear is an affliction that humanity can never overcome, it is the nature of the beast
we do not understand, therefore we fear that which we do not understand
we all come to the same inevitable end, the end is something we do not understand
we fear the end, we die and end existence as we understand it

People put too much emphasis on death and dying. We all die, we all believe death is one thing or another: an end, a beginning, a turn in the road, a path to a new story, an experience to add to ourselves, a return to where we came from, and on and on and on...

Death is something unique for each and every person. As is life. Good, bad, happy, sad, life is just different. Age is just different. People are just different.

It's my turn. I cannot remember a point in my life where I had a fear of death. I cannot imagine fearing death at any point in my life. To me, death is like the wink you get while sharing a fine joke.

I view my imminent death as just one more experience of life. There's a 50/50 chance something cool will happen afterwards. I hope and believe that something happens after death, and I'm looking forward to finding out what it will be. Who knows, I could end up reincarnated as a ballet dancer, or someone's shoe, I could end up in a heaven and have endless supplies of chocolate, I could become a part of a solar system ad understand universal existence, I could be reborn as me in another time, place, reality... how exciting to consider all the things that could be, and even more exciting that there are possibilities beyond anything I can ever imagine.

Many people are concerned about getting old. Older means more responsibilities, more stipulations and expectations on behavior, and worst of all getting closer to the end. What a silly thing to focus on. Age is nothing more than the fact that I got to experience a few more moments of life here on this silly little planet I call home. Experience is precious to me and thus so is age.

You are only as old as you think you are.

You are only as old as you feel.

I have a Peter Pan complex. Aside from the alluring fun of wearing the tights (*ooohh la la*), I decided many years ago that I would never grow up. That doesn't mean I don't take my responsibilities seriously, or that I will look young forever, or that I will attempt to look young forever, or that I can't make grown-up decisions...

It means that like a child I will find joy and delight in the world as often as I can and appreciate the fact that I have the chance to experience it. And such am I, like a bottle of wine, trying to become fine as the years carry me along until the bottle is empty and all that is left is the memory of a wonderful flavor and an empty bottle to be recycled and returned to where I came from.

Tech geeks and plane rides get me rye and coke ASAP!

I have a new job and it's a little bit of heaven for me. Small staff of computer geeks, even geekier than I am... go figure... very fun to work with and the job is straightforward and fairly easy. Life is good. Another plane takes me home to visit the folks on Thursday, and my birthday will be celebrated that evening with a friend who is one day older than me. I am the ever present torment of her life in which she is the old gal, and I the ever younger lad! All in all, life seems to have settled down a bit, how strange and glorious a thing. Now I need to get a significant other to share all this silliness with. Perhaps the Moon will do ballet with Mount Olympus while I'm dreaming... heehee.

There's a bad moon on the rise

I applied for a job on Friday and was asked today to do a "trial day" on Monday. They don't do a formal interview, they actually have you come in and see how you work with the team and if you like the work you'll be doing... and evaluate you by that!

Holy moley, I have died and gone to a better place!

Huzzah says I! The job will basically be a clerk for a computer parts store. In other words, it's a geeks paradise, filled with parts and more parts and even more parts for PCs. Whee! When I went in to drop off my application it looked great and the staff member I spoke to was very friendly and helpful. And I may get to work there as a clerk, meaning I have to do no sales pitches or crap, just take care of people and help them out, and do paperwork. Wheeeeeeeeeeee! Only a basic pay package, as it's not rocket science, but I think that I can enjoy it. Finally, something fun!

At least I hope! I'll have to wait and see.

To the death

I dreamt of darkness last night. Looking up to the sky I see blackness instead of stars. The world under a cover of dark black cloud, the only light coming from distant lights in a dull orange shade. Standing on the beach near my home, I look out at an enemy. It stands far down the beach staring at me. Cloaked in darkness, nothing of it is visible save the eyes. The eyes peer out at me fiery red, unblinking. I smile, for this is my domain, this is my place. That it dare face me here is almost laughable until I see it take hold of water and feel reality shift. Anger boils up inside me, I am no longer smiling. I grudgingly share earth and have nothing to do with fire, but air and water are mine. And this upstart tries to turn water against me. Fool. A simple thought and I grasp water and by strength of will tear it from the grip of my enemy. I laugh mockingly and throw it all against my foe. Without warning, I am hit by earth and I fall upon the beach. Reality shifts again. The clouds break and the fire of the stars falls down on me. I lost my grip on water and I reach blindly for air to shield me. I am weakened and my control wavers. Air comes, but without reserve, without any control. I stand helpless as air rages around me and I am frozen in cold, frozen in a moment of time. Falling fire hits and I shatter and am scattered across the sand. I lose sense of reality as darkness comes. I begin to drift and I hear it, 'You are done. May rest be upon you, unworthy adversary, until all ends' and the darkness becomes complete.

I know not what dreams mean or may foretell, but this is one of the most interesting I have remembered upon waking.