Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Sunday, June 26, 2005
WTF! LOL! SOS! BBQ!
fucking blog template, whatever I did to it last week, fucked up the alignment of the side menu and initial blog entry text.. fuck hell damn shit crap fuck grr!! my templates are all on my computer at home, so I can't test anything until I go back, damnit! it's going to bother me for the next three days... sigh...
"you did not just say that... ugh..."
Animals are fascinating, pets especially. Animals, like humans, enjoy playing. Young animals really like playing, they damn near frolic. I've been watching my kitten play a lot lately, it relaxes me. I was thinking about how similar we are to so many other animals when they are young. We are currently the dominant species, but watching animals can give a lot of insight into how alike we all are on this silly little rock in the middle of space. We may dominate, but I don't think we're really all that more advanced. We basically do they same things as animals, we've just become much more refined... more than anything else, I think we're better at exploitation. Hmm, not something I want to delve into, I just had all this shit fly through my brain as I was enjoying the kittens antics with a ball of paper.
For months I've been seeing this girl on the side of the road on my way to work holding a sign asking for spare change to help her on her trip out west. I thought it would be nice to give her a few dollars, as I know what a bitch it is to get enough money to live when you get out there. This was in my head for months and I thought it would be kind of cool to put it in a card saying "Good luck!" or something silly like that. Anyway, I thought that would be fun and decided to do it some week when I had some extra money. Being in debt up to my eyeballs until 2 months ago made it rather impossible, but I only owe people around $1000 now, so I can reasonably afford $25 or $50. So I figured I'd get paid and do this, then I realized about a week ago her sign said she was leaving in 5 days. Problem was I didn't have extra money this past week, I was short $200... bah. So then finally I had the money, but not a card, so I thought I'd go make my own and print it at work. So I drove by as the sign changed to 4 days then 3 days, but being to busy at work I didn't get a chance to make the card. So finally the next day I said, fuck it, I'll just give her some money. So I drove by and she was not there, I guess she's already gone. My problem is I don't know how I feel now, I only know I missed an opportunity to just be nice to someone, no strings attached... it's a weird feeling after months of having it on my mind, and due to silliness on my part, nothing came about from it.
As I walked down Barrington St. after finishing a job on Thursday, I happened to pass a girl on the street asking for change. I didn't have any, I keep all my change in the car for Tim Horton's trips. I smiled and said "sorry, not today" and walked along. I had seen her ask an old man as he walked by about 10 seconds before I arrived. A little further up the street I was passing the old guy and he leaned over to me and said, "An old fella like me, wouldn't do me much good givin' any money, but a young fellow like you, well, you might just get yourself somewhere, eh!" and laughed loudly. From the obscene look on his face I could tell what he thought I might just get... I was utterly mortified and after picking up my chin I gave a loud nervous laugh, smiled maniacally, and walked away as fast as I could without running. Utterly mortified... and aghast, completely aghast. It's not often I'm unable to say anything at all, but that guy knocked the wind out of my sails. I like giving people money if I have some to spare, but the last thing I'd ever want from someone who's basically fallen on hard times and needs to ask for change on the street would be some sort of sexual act. I think that would be the most degrading thing I could possibly do in that situation... The fact that the old guy had thought it made me feel dirty. erf... Granted, some people prostitute when they fall on hard times, but that's not everyone... yeesh. I can't imagine someone asking me for change on the street and responding with, "hey I have ten bucks here, so what'll it get me?" Blargh. Anyway, I haven't been mortified in a long time, but that little experience stopped me dead in my tracks. And after thinking about it more, it brings me back to the idea that maybe we're not really much more than animals when it comes down to it. Just in most cases, less hairy. Another mental path I don't want to follow.
A vacation away for four days. The weather has been kind, the BBQ has blazed and the beer has flowed freely. What a sweet and sour week this has been.
For months I've been seeing this girl on the side of the road on my way to work holding a sign asking for spare change to help her on her trip out west. I thought it would be nice to give her a few dollars, as I know what a bitch it is to get enough money to live when you get out there. This was in my head for months and I thought it would be kind of cool to put it in a card saying "Good luck!" or something silly like that. Anyway, I thought that would be fun and decided to do it some week when I had some extra money. Being in debt up to my eyeballs until 2 months ago made it rather impossible, but I only owe people around $1000 now, so I can reasonably afford $25 or $50. So I figured I'd get paid and do this, then I realized about a week ago her sign said she was leaving in 5 days. Problem was I didn't have extra money this past week, I was short $200... bah. So then finally I had the money, but not a card, so I thought I'd go make my own and print it at work. So I drove by as the sign changed to 4 days then 3 days, but being to busy at work I didn't get a chance to make the card. So finally the next day I said, fuck it, I'll just give her some money. So I drove by and she was not there, I guess she's already gone. My problem is I don't know how I feel now, I only know I missed an opportunity to just be nice to someone, no strings attached... it's a weird feeling after months of having it on my mind, and due to silliness on my part, nothing came about from it.
As I walked down Barrington St. after finishing a job on Thursday, I happened to pass a girl on the street asking for change. I didn't have any, I keep all my change in the car for Tim Horton's trips. I smiled and said "sorry, not today" and walked along. I had seen her ask an old man as he walked by about 10 seconds before I arrived. A little further up the street I was passing the old guy and he leaned over to me and said, "An old fella like me, wouldn't do me much good givin' any money, but a young fellow like you, well, you might just get yourself somewhere, eh!" and laughed loudly. From the obscene look on his face I could tell what he thought I might just get... I was utterly mortified and after picking up my chin I gave a loud nervous laugh, smiled maniacally, and walked away as fast as I could without running. Utterly mortified... and aghast, completely aghast. It's not often I'm unable to say anything at all, but that guy knocked the wind out of my sails. I like giving people money if I have some to spare, but the last thing I'd ever want from someone who's basically fallen on hard times and needs to ask for change on the street would be some sort of sexual act. I think that would be the most degrading thing I could possibly do in that situation... The fact that the old guy had thought it made me feel dirty. erf... Granted, some people prostitute when they fall on hard times, but that's not everyone... yeesh. I can't imagine someone asking me for change on the street and responding with, "hey I have ten bucks here, so what'll it get me?" Blargh. Anyway, I haven't been mortified in a long time, but that little experience stopped me dead in my tracks. And after thinking about it more, it brings me back to the idea that maybe we're not really much more than animals when it comes down to it. Just in most cases, less hairy. Another mental path I don't want to follow.
A vacation away for four days. The weather has been kind, the BBQ has blazed and the beer has flowed freely. What a sweet and sour week this has been.
Monday, June 20, 2005
why can't they stay dead?
A weekend of adventures and beers... another trip to see Batman on IMAX Friday evening, it still rocks and will be in the top three movies of the summer, if not number one; a trip Saturday afternoon to a charity auction which turned out to be in a pub, and turned out to have a free drink ticket attached to each admission ticket. I luckily sat with a group of folks who were kind enough to not be drinking that day and passed me all their free drinks. I ended up wasted by 2:30 in the afternoon and gained a new nickname and a great kayaking lessons package. I drank enough that I was starting to have trouble speaking, so a friend drove me back to his place where he kindly let me sober up while we watched Trailer Park Boys. What a fun day. Sunday was a trip to roomie's cottage while he worked on the boat and while I sat and relaxed and watched some ducklings follow mom around the harbour. To be honest , I did do a little bit of work, but not enough to actually mention it. But I just mentioned it, so there it is. The evening was more Trailer Park Boys and a trip to a drag show and more beer. The drag show was great, though having to work in the morning put a damper on getting loaded and forced an early retreat into the night. And then after all this fun, peskiness showed up and the dead returned to life just to irk me. There are some people that seem to disappear and just when you think you'll never hear from them again... *POP* they rear their ugly heads and show up out of the blue. Le sigh. Someone that no matter how long it's been, always comes back and asks the same ridiculous questions they did last time about topics that are of absolutely no interest to me and have no relevance to me other than the fact that I know it involved said pesky person some 15 years ago or more... yeesh. For fuck sake, can't these people just die and stay dead... where's their sense of decency. I've had some people tell me I shouldn't say such things because if it ever happened I'd feel terrible. In this case, no... I wouldn't. Pine box express, bring it on. ;p
Friday, June 17, 2005
mew! mew! mew!
I forgot, I have a new kitten. It's been here two weeks and is growing like a weed... It's adorable thought and it loves me more than anyone else. But I'm not biased at all. Poochy and kitty are very nice to one another and the dog has become a bit of a surrogate mother. They like to nap together on the couch, until I try to cook, then they like to stand on my toes.
I will survive!
Pink bus, desert and lots of fabric...
I watched Priscilla Queen of the Desert tonight, it's been a while... what a fun movie. I am a big fan of Hugo Weaving anyway, but the really funny part for me is that Terence Stamp, the guy that plays General Zod in the old Superman movies with Christopher Reeve, was the transsexual. he makes a very convincing woman, but I keep seeing him flying around and fighting Superman in my head, it makes me chuckle.
Priscilla always brings thoughts of my own adventures in fabric. I've done a fairly good job of making halloween a drag ritual since high school. A few years I didn't go out, or sometimes I was uninspired and just wore whatever costume I could grab last minute, but I've had a few memorable ones.
Last halloween was Supergirl. I have to find the pictures of that, I think a friend has some. A few other years I just went out as a hooker or slut or such... something with boobs, long hair and a dress. My favourite was halloween back in 1997 where I went as a french maid. Now that was a night. I had the outfit, complete with heels, red fishnets over black nylons, long flowing blonde locks and a mardi-gras feathered mask to top it all off. And double D balloons for good measure. The crowning touch was the goatee that I sported, it really put the icing on the cake. That ad the fact I spent the night making out with this wild and crazy girl I had been spending a lot of time with; she showed up dressed as a man, well a biker to be exact. We made an interesting show on the dance floor.
My very first time was in high school and it was during a cast party for our drama group which had wrapped up a successful run of Hollywood Hotel (with the Intermission of "Cinderella Rap" starring several folks, including none other than myself as Prince Chraming teehee!). The party was kindof lame all told, but they were playing Vogue, so I grabbed a red sequined dress and blonde wig from backstage and paraded around the dance floor. Looking back on it, the really funny part was that I didn't have anywhere to change, so I threw the dress right on over my jeans... Wig, Dress, jeans and heels. I often wonder what kind of impression that made on the other students. heehee, I hope they were disturbed. *smile*
I watched Priscilla Queen of the Desert tonight, it's been a while... what a fun movie. I am a big fan of Hugo Weaving anyway, but the really funny part for me is that Terence Stamp, the guy that plays General Zod in the old Superman movies with Christopher Reeve, was the transsexual. he makes a very convincing woman, but I keep seeing him flying around and fighting Superman in my head, it makes me chuckle.
Priscilla always brings thoughts of my own adventures in fabric. I've done a fairly good job of making halloween a drag ritual since high school. A few years I didn't go out, or sometimes I was uninspired and just wore whatever costume I could grab last minute, but I've had a few memorable ones.
Last halloween was Supergirl. I have to find the pictures of that, I think a friend has some. A few other years I just went out as a hooker or slut or such... something with boobs, long hair and a dress. My favourite was halloween back in 1997 where I went as a french maid. Now that was a night. I had the outfit, complete with heels, red fishnets over black nylons, long flowing blonde locks and a mardi-gras feathered mask to top it all off. And double D balloons for good measure. The crowning touch was the goatee that I sported, it really put the icing on the cake. That ad the fact I spent the night making out with this wild and crazy girl I had been spending a lot of time with; she showed up dressed as a man, well a biker to be exact. We made an interesting show on the dance floor.
My very first time was in high school and it was during a cast party for our drama group which had wrapped up a successful run of Hollywood Hotel (with the Intermission of "Cinderella Rap" starring several folks, including none other than myself as Prince Chraming teehee!). The party was kindof lame all told, but they were playing Vogue, so I grabbed a red sequined dress and blonde wig from backstage and paraded around the dance floor. Looking back on it, the really funny part was that I didn't have anywhere to change, so I threw the dress right on over my jeans... Wig, Dress, jeans and heels. I often wonder what kind of impression that made on the other students. heehee, I hope they were disturbed. *smile*
Thursday, June 16, 2005
the dark knight
With some trepidation I walked into the IMAX theatre and scrambled along with a friend to find a seat. Tickets bought early in the day and standing in line an extra 30 minutes paid off; fucking fantastic seats on opening night. But would it be worth it. Will it be good or not...
For the first time in ages I walked out of a movie speechless. I was impressed. Batman Begins blew me away. I was hoping for something really enjoyable, but I was skeptical in the weeks leading up to the release. Fortunately, it surpassed any expectation I could have had and I thought it was fantastic; the best movie I've seen in a long time. There have been some great movies the past few years, but for a comic book nerd, computer geek, online gamer... this was THE shiznit.
I'm not embarrassed to say "wow" many times as I walked to the car. I'm a big fan of the original Batman done by Tim Burton and a bit of a critic of the ones that followed it. While I can't say I'll give one or the other the crown, I have to admit that this one is pretty much the favourite at this point. I've watched the other Batman over 30 times, so I've had a better chance to critique it, so I guess I'll with-hold judgement until I've had the chance for more viewings, but all I can see is go see it. You'll enjoy it.
GO SEE THE FUCKING MOVIE RIGHT NOW THIS VERY INSTANT!!! ;)
An added bonus was the two cute guys that sat down beside us. The one beside me kept brushing against my arm, and whether he was conscious of it or not, he was hot and I was turned on. It didn't distract me from the movie for one second, but I have to say it was an added bonus to an already great night. The car ride home consisted of chatting about the fantabulous movie and the fantabulous bois.
Awesome movie, hot bois, and I had peanut M&Ms. Talk about paradise... :)
For the first time in ages I walked out of a movie speechless. I was impressed. Batman Begins blew me away. I was hoping for something really enjoyable, but I was skeptical in the weeks leading up to the release. Fortunately, it surpassed any expectation I could have had and I thought it was fantastic; the best movie I've seen in a long time. There have been some great movies the past few years, but for a comic book nerd, computer geek, online gamer... this was THE shiznit.
I'm not embarrassed to say "wow" many times as I walked to the car. I'm a big fan of the original Batman done by Tim Burton and a bit of a critic of the ones that followed it. While I can't say I'll give one or the other the crown, I have to admit that this one is pretty much the favourite at this point. I've watched the other Batman over 30 times, so I've had a better chance to critique it, so I guess I'll with-hold judgement until I've had the chance for more viewings, but all I can see is go see it. You'll enjoy it.
GO SEE THE FUCKING MOVIE RIGHT NOW THIS VERY INSTANT!!! ;)
An added bonus was the two cute guys that sat down beside us. The one beside me kept brushing against my arm, and whether he was conscious of it or not, he was hot and I was turned on. It didn't distract me from the movie for one second, but I have to say it was an added bonus to an already great night. The car ride home consisted of chatting about the fantabulous movie and the fantabulous bois.
Awesome movie, hot bois, and I had peanut M&Ms. Talk about paradise... :)
Saturday, June 11, 2005
fantasy island
The new movie Mr. & Mrs. Smith opened this weekend and I went with not very high expectations. Alas, I was foiled, I enjoyed it a lot. My only real reason (after witnessing the trailer several times) was for the eye candy. Brad and Angelina are both in my top five hot movie stars list so if for nothing else I wanted fuel for some crazyass fantasies of those two together. It worked :) The fact that I really enjoyed the movie was just a bonus. So last night I got intoxicated at a nightclub slept over at a friends place and had intoxicating dreams of Brad and Angelina and a tall dark haired boy I met at the club. Sigh, I think I'll take several naps today just so I can revisit that lovely trio and make it a foursome.
Friday, June 10, 2005
phew
A job that doesn't suck. Huzzah.
Allergy season starting with no severe problems. Huzzah.
Evenings out on the town because I can afford it. Huzzah.
Planning trips to visit friends. Huzzah.
New kitten that amuses me every second I spend with it. Huzzah.
Sexy co-worker, married but still flaunts it. Huzzah.
Non-rainy, sun filled days. Huzzah.
Traveling around the province in a car that is working half-decent. Huzzah.
Hours of driving in the sun with the windows down and the iPod blaring. Huzzah.
Life is pretty damned good.
The only not so good thing may be a problem with my lungs, they're being weird. Maybe a resigned cold that refuses to leave, maybe something more serious like pneumonia... Poop on it, it's not gonna spoil my spring!
Allergy season starting with no severe problems. Huzzah.
Evenings out on the town because I can afford it. Huzzah.
Planning trips to visit friends. Huzzah.
New kitten that amuses me every second I spend with it. Huzzah.
Sexy co-worker, married but still flaunts it. Huzzah.
Non-rainy, sun filled days. Huzzah.
Traveling around the province in a car that is working half-decent. Huzzah.
Hours of driving in the sun with the windows down and the iPod blaring. Huzzah.
Life is pretty damned good.
The only not so good thing may be a problem with my lungs, they're being weird. Maybe a resigned cold that refuses to leave, maybe something more serious like pneumonia... Poop on it, it's not gonna spoil my spring!
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