Huzzah!

It's seems to have worked.

hmm

I'm going to change my blog location to it's new and hopefully fully functional position

It'll be http://biboy.enigmatic-paradox.net/blog/

or at least I hope...

a new home

After five years of using canada.com for my email I decided it's time to let it die... something happened to it yesterday and my account went SPLAT so I had to restart it and my POP access is gone again... I could pay the 29.00 for Premium mail service for the year or 9.95 for a year of Mailplus, but when I click on the links, it takes me to the "Enter your credit card info" page, rather than something that tells me what I'm paying for... hmm... Explanations are good before buying something, not after.

The final curtain fell when I realized 75% of the junk mail coming to my account is to the "****@canada.com" spam lists. The **** being a list of other users of canada.com that have the same first letter as I do in my email address. I get a few messages daily to ***@canada.com with about 20 or 30 other saps who share my same first letter. Lucky us.

So fuck it, I like the address, I'll keep the webmail account open in case some long lost friend ever emails me out of the blue, but it's on to bigger and better things.

And my creative side said, "Take this opportunity you yutz. Get webspace for your own!" Thus I did. It's ordered and on the way, and will come wrapped up all in a neat little package. My own space, domain, email address (not shared by a zillion other yutzes) and space to be artsy fartsy. Huzzah.

I started already by making my logo that has been sitting in a pile of my writings and meanderings for nearly two years. It took me an hour and 3 Photoshop filters. It felt nice to design something, especially since it's the focal point of my new space and it's meaning is the focal point of my life.

Movin' on up!
to the web side,
I finally got a piece of the pie (a la net)

And what is at the end of everything?

G

"Yes, you do look like Ozzy"

The girl that boards with us while she finishes flight attendant school decided she was going to straighten my hair. Me being me I was all for it. I looooooove when people play with my hair, so this was just a great excuse for attention. So she finished straightening hers and sat me down in a chair and viola! perfectly straight hair. It took about 15 minutes or so, of which I just closed my eyes and relaxed. Bliss is easy when nothing makes you happier than someone that could be a stylist. So up I got and trotted to a mirror and lo and behold, it was a style very similar to Ozzy's hair, and it looked neat. Not something I'd wear in public often, but it was cool. And so I piped up and said it looked a little bit like Ozzy's hair and the response I heard was, "Hey! You do look like Ozzy! Cool! You look like a rocker!" And that ladies and gentlemen is that. I must now get a bus and start the touring. beerz anyonz?!?

and so it goes

I sat across from him this evening, wondering what I should say. Not much of anything, nothing really special. I looked over and he looks the same as he did a few years ago, a little tired and a little playful. For all that he seems subdued there is a twinkle in his eye that never leaves. I talked and he talked and we had an actual meaningful conversation that lasted more than 10 minutes, moreso than we'd ever done. And I enjoyed myself. I enjoyed being there with him. I liked that he asked me to get together again, rather than me asking him which is where I thought the evening would eventually head to. Not only that, there may be more in the near future. He likes the outdoors and so do I. He wants to do outdoorsy things this summer and so do I. All I did was say I would like to go with him and he smiled and said he would like that. I know he may never be anything more than a friend and I am content with that. But he is a bit dreamy and I am a dreamer. I can't help but wonder what else more could there be if things were just a little bit different. Maybe I will find out and maybe I won't. I'll enjoy what I have which is his company and his smile and be happy.

some people's children

Some people don't know when to shut up. It's a simple fact of life, most people realize it... yet some people don't have enough common sense to realize when they should zip it. While this can lead to some amusement for me, it occasionally does not... Thus there are days when I'd like nothing more than to drop a house on a few choice people and steal their ruby slippers. Splat I say! SPLAT!

The porn king cam into work today. His system was messed up and needed repair. We laughed and laughed. Then we had lunch. Not an eventful day, but enough to wear me out and look forward to the weekend.

Pisse Dru

A fine beaujolais. A fine day to drink a bottle and enjoy the sun and warm weather. A fine day to eat fabulous french onion soup and fresh apple and rasin bread pudding. A fine day to watch Canada win the hockey championship. A fine day to spend with family and friends. A fine mother's day to appreciate ones mom. A fine day to just enjoy life. Just a fine day.

go figure

Bi - Twice as likely to have a date this weekend

Sure as hell not true in my case, but if it makes ya chuckle...

Stupid Planes

I am rather disappointed with the series finale of Friends. It let me down terribly. I had an informal bet that the series would end with a bang! Literally. My guess on what the plot would turn out to be is that Rachel would hop on the plane, it would crash into the ocean and Monica and Chandler would name the baby after her. Little did I know, the producers wanted a cheesy, lame finale with less substance than a jelly fish.

To be honest, I only watched it because a) there was nothing else on b) someone else in the room wanted to watch it c) I would have frolicked naked down the street if my version of the finale came to pass, and d) after five years of mediocre episodes, the ending was a blessing.

To be even more honest, I haven't followed the show in a long time, just caught episodes if "there was nothing else on". But back in the first few seasons I watched it regularly. Mostly because it was on before ER in its glory days of the ever-hot Clooney and "not already done" emergency room storylines... back in the days when my Thursday nights consisted of the "Must See NBC" lineup before I went out to "Loonie Thursdays" at Smoothies with the college gang and diluted my common sense with magic dollar-a-shot elixirs.

So I guess that after all is said and done, Friends had its place in my life and I enjoyed it while I did. The end was tame, overly lame and did not live up to my expectations, but its a sitcom... nuf said.

Utopia

Ingredients:

1 Mac User - Thinks Different
1 Linux User - Thinks Gates should be driven headfirst into the earth's mantle
1 Windows User - Thinks WinGames will save the world
1 Computer Shop owner - Thinks computers suck

Pour ingredients into a small 24 X 30 foot mould. Shake vigorously. Results vary.

Makes a lovely job for 4. Serve fresh, shake before serving.

Utopia, geekdom... call it what you will, I call it as I see it.

A Elbereth Gilthoniel

A Elbereth Gilthoniel,
silivren penna míriel
o menel aglar elenath!
Na-chaered palan-díriel
o galadhremmin ennorath,
Fanuilos, le linnathon
nef aear, sí nef aearon!

I look unto the starfilled skies and have naught but a tear for lost love, forfeit and sundered
Bring not love faire one, I have no room for more and nothing left to give
Stone shall my heart be from this moment on, a sanctuary of loss and misfortune

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if the gates of heaven are golden
and the songs the angels sing
are like a pair of yellow songbirds
singing happily in spring
will i stop and listen gaily
that my heart with joy will ring
or shall i dance in green grass fields
while they poop on my head

and just like that

for the first time in a long time I watched a movie and had a good cry... I usually get all choked up over movies anyway, but haven't flat out gone teary... I watched Big Fish and got all weepy at the end... What a great movie, just perfect for a sappy old fellow like me... Tim Burton is one of my top five favorite directors, his work on this one was great... The best thing for me was that most of my life is a well composed fiction sitting on a stump of facts, so I could identify with the movie and its outcome... The saddest and happiest thing is that it all comes together in death, not a second before it... Very fitting and inspirational... I hope I dream of big fish and friendly giants all night long and wake with a smile