So for everyone who's interested in idiots in the media, here's a couple of good links:
Woman Sells 10 year Old Cheese Sandwich for $28,000.
And closer to home:
Man Says Fish Stick Looks Like Christ
The woman with the cheese sandwich? Who'd keep a grilled cheese sandwich for 10 years and then sell it on eBay? Who the HELL would BUY a cheese sandwich for $28k???
I mean, at least the guy's doing it for humour value...
* * *
Nothing too much going on with me. Working, working, working.
Got sick on Saturday and took the day off.
Buying a new (for me) video card from my friend Myles. He's buying one that should, I dunno, reach out and slap him in the face or something. And I'll be able to play games that are younger than two years old! Finally, my copy of GTA will run properly! And I'll be ready for World of Warcraft (Canton picked up a copy, and is loving it) or City of Heroes if I decide to get immersed in an online computer game.
Kow show in under a week. Come see it!
Will be involved in a Channel 101 pilot with a guy in town here. That should be fun.
* * *
Canoegirl: I finished Christopher Moore's Practical Demonkeeping. Pretty good for a first novel. Although I'm liking Coyote Blue a bit more...
Lamb's still my favourite, though...
11.29.2004
11.21.2004
My new obsession...
Before we start off with the main point I have to make, that being how kickass Katamari Damacy is, a few small things:
On Remembrance Day, I saw two movies.
First of all, girlone, Channers and I saw Ray, the Ray Charles story.
I loved it, mostly because Jamie Foxx does a great job inhabiting the role of Ray, and also due to whenever some bit of music came on, the movie kicked into high gear. Some great musical sequences, including the (fictionalized?) origins of "What'd I Say" and "Hit the Road, Jack."
I was even singing along with "Ray's Rockhouse," even though it was only instrumental and edited. Enough so noone could hear me.
The only things I couldn't reconcile: an end scene where Jamie takes off the glasses in a dream sequence and is able to see, since it was Jamie Foxx there, not Ray Charles Robinson like the rest of the movie. The other was a concert bit where they're singing "Night Time is the Right Time," in which all I thought about was that one episode of The Cosby Show where Cliff's parents are having their anniversary and the family lip syncs the song. (You know what I'm talking about: Where Rudy is the one singing "Baybaaaaaay!!!! Baybayyyyyy!!!")
Later on that night, I saw The Incredibles with Canton. It was also very good, but in a completely different way than Ray.
While Ray moved me more due to the music, The Incredibles was also a good movie.
Unfortunately, I already wrote this once, along with a hugely long-winded rant about how cool Katamari Damacy is.
Let's just leave it at: Whenever a game makes me look around at things on my way to work and think at what I'd need on my ball to roll them up into stars for my drunken "King of the Universe" dad, you know it's a came I'm obsessed with...
Read the reviews. Play the game. For only $30, it's a must-have. I only wish Canton's PS2 wasn't broken...
* * *
While watching Angel with Dev and Canton tonight, I got a 6-pack of Pepsi with my pizza order.
I drank three cans in an hour. I'd drink one, put it on the table, and repeat.
Or so I thought. When I was getting ready to leave the couch and put my cans away, I realized that two cans weren't fully empty. In fact, one wasn't even half finished.
So, yeah. I drank half a can of Pepsi, put it on the coffee table, forgot about it, opened another can, drank from it, forgot about it, opened ANOTHER can and fully drank that one.
Time for bed for Jago.
Reading: As much Christopher Moore as possible. Seriously, for a hilarious read, pick up Lamb.
On Remembrance Day, I saw two movies.
First of all, girlone, Channers and I saw Ray, the Ray Charles story.
I loved it, mostly because Jamie Foxx does a great job inhabiting the role of Ray, and also due to whenever some bit of music came on, the movie kicked into high gear. Some great musical sequences, including the (fictionalized?) origins of "What'd I Say" and "Hit the Road, Jack."
I was even singing along with "Ray's Rockhouse," even though it was only instrumental and edited. Enough so noone could hear me.
The only things I couldn't reconcile: an end scene where Jamie takes off the glasses in a dream sequence and is able to see, since it was Jamie Foxx there, not Ray Charles Robinson like the rest of the movie. The other was a concert bit where they're singing "Night Time is the Right Time," in which all I thought about was that one episode of The Cosby Show where Cliff's parents are having their anniversary and the family lip syncs the song. (You know what I'm talking about: Where Rudy is the one singing "Baybaaaaaay!!!! Baybayyyyyy!!!")
Later on that night, I saw The Incredibles with Canton. It was also very good, but in a completely different way than Ray.
While Ray moved me more due to the music, The Incredibles was also a good movie.
Unfortunately, I already wrote this once, along with a hugely long-winded rant about how cool Katamari Damacy is.
Let's just leave it at: Whenever a game makes me look around at things on my way to work and think at what I'd need on my ball to roll them up into stars for my drunken "King of the Universe" dad, you know it's a came I'm obsessed with...
Read the reviews. Play the game. For only $30, it's a must-have. I only wish Canton's PS2 wasn't broken...
* * *
While watching Angel with Dev and Canton tonight, I got a 6-pack of Pepsi with my pizza order.
I drank three cans in an hour. I'd drink one, put it on the table, and repeat.
Or so I thought. When I was getting ready to leave the couch and put my cans away, I realized that two cans weren't fully empty. In fact, one wasn't even half finished.
So, yeah. I drank half a can of Pepsi, put it on the coffee table, forgot about it, opened another can, drank from it, forgot about it, opened ANOTHER can and fully drank that one.
Time for bed for Jago.
Reading: As much Christopher Moore as possible. Seriously, for a hilarious read, pick up Lamb.
11.17.2004
Another conversation with Jay
Gauntlet - Essay. Not Halo 2. says:
I'm looking for a word.
Gauntlet - Essay. Not Halo 2. says:
this word plagues me.
Jago - Go See "Ray"! NOW! says:
Bottom!
Gauntlet - Essay. Not Halo 2. says:
I know it exists, I repeatedly need it, but I can NEVER remember it when I want it.
Jago - Go See "Ray"! NOW! says:
Okay. What's the definition?
Gauntlet - Essay. Not Halo 2. says:
let's say I believe that life is precious, and that i believe Saddam Hussein deserves to die.
Jago - Go See "Ray"! NOW! says:
Okay.
Gauntlet - Essay. Not Halo 2. says:
it would be difficult for me to ________ those two views.
Jago - Go See "Ray"! NOW! says:
reconcile?
Gauntlet - Essay. Not Halo 2. says:
fucking q.
Gauntlet - Essay. Not Halo 2. says:
reconcile.
Gauntlet - Essay. Not Halo 2. says:
thank you.
Jago - Go See "Ray"! NOW! says:
No probs.
Jago - Go See "Ray"! NOW! says:
How ofter does it slip your mind?
Jago - Go See "Ray"! NOW! says:
And what the hell is "Fucking q?"
Gauntlet - Essay. Not Halo 2. says:
every time I have wanted to use the word reconcile for like the last 2 years.
Gauntlet - Essay. Not Halo 2. says:
I can't remember it.
Gauntlet - Essay. Not Halo 2. says:
It's inexplicable.
Jago - Go See "Ray"! NOW! says:
Heh.
Gauntlet - Essay. Not Halo 2. says:
Inex-fucking-plicable.
Gauntlet - Essay. Not Halo 2. says:
"Fucking q" is similar to "Fucking A," except your pinky slips.
Jago - Go See "Ray"! NOW! says:
lol
Jago - Go See "Ray"! NOW! says:
I like "fucking q" better, methinks...
Gauntlet - Essay. Not Halo 2. says:
I liked it when I saw it, too. Which is why I didn't correct it.
Jago - Go See "Ray"! NOW! says:
Excellent.
Gauntlet - Essay. Not Halo 2. says:
fucking q, my man.
Jago - Go See "Ray"! NOW! says:
Now, I'm not posting this conversation to make it sound like Jay's a complete dumbass.
Because I blank on words, like, ALL the time...Anyone involved in a face-to-face conversation with me for more than, say, three minutes, can vouch for that...
And then, later on that night, when he's still writing his essay, and NOT playing Halo 2, I decide to play with his freakin' MIND!
Jago - Go See "Ray"! NOW! says:
Jason, this is the XBox calling. Take a break. It'll only be a few minutes...
Gauntlet - Essay. Red Bull. Not Halo 2. says:
xbox? is that you?
Jago - Go See "Ray"! NOW! says:
Yes. I am wanting you to plug me in to XBox Live. There you will find a lot of people to play agains- I mean, help you with your essay...
Gauntlet - Essay. Red Bull. Not Halo 2. says:
but... it doesn't sound like you, Xbox. I'm so tired...
Jago - Go See "Ray"! NOW! says:
Nonsense! Is not the colour of XBox green?
Gauntlet - Essay. Red Bull. Not Halo 2. says:
no, there are FOUR LIGHTS!
11.14.2004
It's been a while...
First off, my Christmas wish list, which I know my parents have been waiting for.
Spider-Man 2
The Ultimate Ric Flair Collection
Hard Knocks - The Chris Benoit Story
The Rise and Fall of ECW
Space Ghost: Coast to Coast
Cheating Death, Stealing Life: The Eddie Guerrero Story
WWE Backlash (mostly for getting the PPV I attended on DVD. See if we made it on somehow...)
Aqua Teen Hunger Force
Invader Zim
Sock - Penn Jillette
Ultimate Spider-Man Graphic Novels (from the beginning)
Tintin/Asterix books
Metroid Prime Echoes (GC)
X-Men Legends (GC)
Def Jam: Fight for NY (GC)
City of Heroes (PC)
Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door (GC)
Scotland Yard (Board)
Carcassone/Settlers of Cattan (Board)
U2 -– How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb
Ray - The Soundtrack
Early Cake CDs (I’'ve only got Pressure Chief)
Miscellaneous
The Spider-Man 2 poster featuring Doc Ock from behind. (You know, the cool one...) Preferably big.
Pipe Dream
The Minolta Maxxum 7D, a 6 Megapixel digital SLR. At $2100, it's a big gift, and it can use all my old lenses. Let's face it: The only way this is happening is if everyone I know pitched in to get it for me. But it's lust-worthy for sure...
Otherwise, I'm not too picky.
Also, I know this might sound harsh, but I'd prefer it if Mom and Dad didn't read this journal anymore.
Dad, I know you accidentally found it, but there is some stuff on this journal that is me just venting. And I feel I can't properly vent these days if my parents are in the room.
Sorry. But you guys asked me to tell you if I felt this way. And I do. And I can still give you the news, I just don't want you to see it profanity-laden if I'm angry.
* * *
Has it really been two weeks since I last posted? Yipes.
Although I know the reason why:
If I'm shirking off my novel writing (only done 3500 words) and trying to find things to occupy my time, writing in my journal doesn't seem fair.
"Okay, I'll let Pirate Academy slide because I don't feel like writing. Now I will type for hours on my journal." Nah, doesn't work that way...
Here's what's been happening in my life:
At work, my store had been upgraded to an A-level store. Which means we're on the same level, product-wise, as Kingsway.
When I was on my sick days, the big boss from Ontario came in. The president of the company.
He saw how it was, and wasn't impressed. Apparently, our district manager decided to give us a different set of goals to focus on, which left Chris looking incompetent when Ean came in.
On the plus side, it was horribly busy, to the point where my old manager (and current regional Manager for the West) Mitch was ringing in tickets.
Ean took a look at the madness, went outside, flipped open his cell phone, and called head office.
"It's Ean. Edmonton Centre is now an A volume store. Get on it. They also need a third cash pod. Give them everything they need to get in shape before Christmas."
Like that, we got new staff, and our orders are getting bigger.
* * *
The Third Annual Apocalypse Kow Kristmas Kabaret is on.
Saturday, December 4 at the Stanley Milner Library Theatre. Doors open at 7:30, show starts at 8.
Tickets will be sold at the door for $10 with an item of food for the Food Bank.
Guests this year include the Edmonton Sketch Conspiracy, The Wombats, Jason Morris, and more.
This cabaret is to support Astro, who's going to run in the Rome Marathon in March to raise money for diabetes. So proceeds will go to the Canadian Diabetes Association.
Kow hopes to see a lot of you there...
* * *
Also, congrats go out to my boy Justice, who got engaged to his girlfriend Helen recently.
Yes, J, we've definitely got to hang out in the upcoming weeks. And I expect an invite to your July wedding.
And when the hell did you get saved? Give me more than the occasional six month e-mail, guy...
DVDs
Mr. Show, Vol. 1Spider-Man 2
The Ultimate Ric Flair Collection
Hard Knocks - The Chris Benoit Story
The Rise and Fall of ECW
Space Ghost: Coast to Coast
Cheating Death, Stealing Life: The Eddie Guerrero Story
WWE Backlash (mostly for getting the PPV I attended on DVD. See if we made it on somehow...)
Aqua Teen Hunger Force
Invader Zim
Books
Mr. Show: What Happened? - Naomi OdenkirkSock - Penn Jillette
Ultimate Spider-Man Graphic Novels (from the beginning)
Tintin/Asterix books
Games
Prince of Persia 2 (GC)Metroid Prime Echoes (GC)
X-Men Legends (GC)
Def Jam: Fight for NY (GC)
City of Heroes (PC)
Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door (GC)
Scotland Yard (Board)
Carcassone/Settlers of Cattan (Board)
CDs
Jakalope - It DreamsU2 -– How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb
Ray - The Soundtrack
Early Cake CDs (I’'ve only got Pressure Chief)
Miscellaneous
The Spider-Man 2 poster featuring Doc Ock from behind. (You know, the cool one...) Preferably big.
Pipe Dream
The Minolta Maxxum 7D, a 6 Megapixel digital SLR. At $2100, it's a big gift, and it can use all my old lenses. Let's face it: The only way this is happening is if everyone I know pitched in to get it for me. But it's lust-worthy for sure...
Otherwise, I'm not too picky.
Also, I know this might sound harsh, but I'd prefer it if Mom and Dad didn't read this journal anymore.
Dad, I know you accidentally found it, but there is some stuff on this journal that is me just venting. And I feel I can't properly vent these days if my parents are in the room.
Sorry. But you guys asked me to tell you if I felt this way. And I do. And I can still give you the news, I just don't want you to see it profanity-laden if I'm angry.
* * *
Has it really been two weeks since I last posted? Yipes.
Although I know the reason why:
If I'm shirking off my novel writing (only done 3500 words) and trying to find things to occupy my time, writing in my journal doesn't seem fair.
"Okay, I'll let Pirate Academy slide because I don't feel like writing. Now I will type for hours on my journal." Nah, doesn't work that way...
Here's what's been happening in my life:
At work, my store had been upgraded to an A-level store. Which means we're on the same level, product-wise, as Kingsway.
When I was on my sick days, the big boss from Ontario came in. The president of the company.
He saw how it was, and wasn't impressed. Apparently, our district manager decided to give us a different set of goals to focus on, which left Chris looking incompetent when Ean came in.
On the plus side, it was horribly busy, to the point where my old manager (and current regional Manager for the West) Mitch was ringing in tickets.
Ean took a look at the madness, went outside, flipped open his cell phone, and called head office.
"It's Ean. Edmonton Centre is now an A volume store. Get on it. They also need a third cash pod. Give them everything they need to get in shape before Christmas."
Like that, we got new staff, and our orders are getting bigger.
* * *
The Third Annual Apocalypse Kow Kristmas Kabaret is on.
Saturday, December 4 at the Stanley Milner Library Theatre. Doors open at 7:30, show starts at 8.
Tickets will be sold at the door for $10 with an item of food for the Food Bank.
Guests this year include the Edmonton Sketch Conspiracy, The Wombats, Jason Morris, and more.
This cabaret is to support Astro, who's going to run in the Rome Marathon in March to raise money for diabetes. So proceeds will go to the Canadian Diabetes Association.
Kow hopes to see a lot of you there...
* * *
Also, congrats go out to my boy Justice, who got engaged to his girlfriend Helen recently.
Yes, J, we've definitely got to hang out in the upcoming weeks. And I expect an invite to your July wedding.
And when the hell did you get saved? Give me more than the occasional six month e-mail, guy...
10.27.2004
BONUS POST! Transcript 1
So, for those of you who are wondering about my current MSN handle, it's from a conversation I had with Jay, who's the proud father of his first son Liam, who was born a week and a bit ago.
The conversation takes place a few days beforehand...(I am the green text, Jay is the black text...)
I actually got this mailed to me by Astro, who died reading it and had to send it to me, not realising that I had it saved on my comp, as I usually do with conversations that I like.
Maybe later, I'll post some more good ones, if my audience is receptive...
The conversation takes place a few days beforehand...(I am the green text, Jay is the black text...)
Silver Belt in Joga... says:
Big event?
Gaunt|et - Off work for the big event. says:
baby
Silver Belt in Joga... says:
Right!
Gaunt|et - Off work for the big event. says:
no sign yet, though.
Silver Belt in Joga... says:
No?
Gaunt|et - Off work for the big event. says:
we expect it thursday at the latest.
Silver Belt in Joga... says:
Maybe he's under the couch...
Gaunt|et - Off work for the big event. says:
we have a sneaking suspicion that he's in Maja's belly.
Gaunt|et - Off work for the big event. says:
we keep shouting "Baby! Get Out Of Her Belly!"
Gaunt|et - Off work for the big event. says:
but it doesn't work.
Silver Belt in Joga... says:
Three words for you, Jay: Bait. And. Switch.
Silver Belt in Joga... says:
Seriously, though:
Silver Belt in Joga... says:
Check the cushions.
Silver Belt in Joga... says:
That's where all my change ends up.
Gaunt|et - Off work for the big event. says:
good call.
Gaunt|et - Off work for the big event. says:
Lori suggested repeatedly shouting things like "Wow! Look at that! That's Awesome!"
Gaunt|et - Off work for the big event. says:
I suppose that's kind of like the bait and swtich approach.
Silver Belt in Joga... says:
"Man, baby! I'd hate to be missing THIS view! Good thing I'm not inside my mom's uterus!"
Silver Belt in Joga... says:
"Who wants cake? Everyone who's outside of mommy gets some!"
Silver Belt in Joga... says:
"Oooh, tough luck, kid. No cake for you!"
Gaunt|et - Off work for the big event. says:
excellent.
Gaunt|et - Off work for the big event. says:
if only we could taunt him over MSN in-utero.
I actually got this mailed to me by Astro, who died reading it and had to send it to me, not realising that I had it saved on my comp, as I usually do with conversations that I like.
Maybe later, I'll post some more good ones, if my audience is receptive...
Odd Transformations 18: The Novelization! (Special Edition)
I tried posting this a few days back, but Blogger decided to kill the post due to server maintenance.
So, here we go, with some extra content...
* * *
So I'm involved again with the National Novel Writing Month (or NaNoWriMo, or NaNo, or Nnnnnn...But I'll be referring to it as NaNo...)
Two weeks ago, I had a dream that involved me winning a scholarship to a pirate school. It was a pretty "Harry Potterish" dream, with pirate magic, and a huge archaic school building with golden banisters and staircases everywhere.
I remember buying some fancy pirate clothes with my scholarship. And then I woke up.
The next dream right after that involved a friend of mine who, in my dream, moved to France. I went to visit her, and a wicker chair was stolen from the store she was working at.
Since I had, as yet, no plot for my NaNo project (starting up on November 1st), I thought I could go a story based on the dream.
But the pirate school dream was, in my mind, WAY too stupid for a 50,000 word novel.
I brainstormed a bit, came up with three characters that would work well in a story about a guy who visits France to meet up with a female friend who suddenly moved there two years ago. It was to be revealed that there was a third character (the best friend of the guy, the boyfriend of the girl) who had died of cancer, which led to the situation that the two living characters were in.
When I posted on the NaNo message boards, I started getting messages from friends asking me to do the pirate story.
I realized, after a bit of brainstorming, that I could make the ludicrous pirate academy work.
I forget who said this, (if it was Peter David, or David Cross, or someone who might or might not have "David" in their name) but I remember telling a good trick to writing anything:
The audience will only believe one lie that you tell them. The trick is to make that lie SO big that within the context of the one big lie, you can cram as many implausibilities into that premise.
So make the lie so STUPID, so incredible, that the reader will go along with anything you tell them afterwards.
Also, if I make the main character real enough, and have him comment on the stupidity of pirate school, I will deflate anyone else who tried to naysay my story with that argument.
So I've got a way for him to get into pirate school and win a scholarship. After that, everything else can be the most ludicrous story ideas I've ever thought of.
Such as the rival school across the lake, the school that consists of ninjas...
* * *
So there's a lunar eclipse happening as I type this. Every now and then, I stop typing, go to the front door, and watch.
* * *
On Monday, the members of Kow FINALLY had their Fringe-end dinner, something we wanted to do right after our last show on Sunday. Then our show got rained out, and we didn't have the energy to go out right away.
We thought we'd do it the day of NoHarm. And then we realized we wouldn't have enough time after sound check. So we postponed it again.
But, damn, that was a meal to wait for. We went to Tom Goodchild's Moose Factory, where it happened to be "30% off steak" night. And such GOOD steak! My mouth waters just thinking of it. I was completely satisfied with the ribeye, but I think I'd try the bison the next time I go there...
Dev wasn't too happy about not being able to eat half his mussels due to not being able to pry them open, but they managed to give us a huge amount of foccacia bread and garlic loafs. And the Honey Brown was great (probably the best on tap I've had in a while...).
Dev and I were considering dessert, but the rest of the guys wanted to leave. So I bought a peach Boston cream cake at Safeway when Dev and I went to D!'s for wrestling action later that night.
* * *
I'm just getting off a case of illness, one that left me bedprone and sleeping for about 16 hours over the course of yesterday.
I think I'll be back to work tomorrow, since I'm able to sit at my computer and type this...
* * *
I've decided to get tested at the hospital and see if I'm a match for my dad. He's going to need a new kidney, and my aunt Kim is a match as well.
I thought, "What the hey?" Dad's helped me out so much over the course of my life, the LEAST I can do is attempt to extend his life.
I'll wait until after Christmas for the surgery, but I'll have the testing done on me soon.
I was waiting to see what my company would say to me missing 6 weeks of work, and they said that I'd be eligible for temporary disability for donating a kidney. Which is good.
So, here we go, with some extra content...
* * *
So I'm involved again with the National Novel Writing Month (or NaNoWriMo, or NaNo, or Nnnnnn...But I'll be referring to it as NaNo...)
Two weeks ago, I had a dream that involved me winning a scholarship to a pirate school. It was a pretty "Harry Potterish" dream, with pirate magic, and a huge archaic school building with golden banisters and staircases everywhere.
I remember buying some fancy pirate clothes with my scholarship. And then I woke up.
The next dream right after that involved a friend of mine who, in my dream, moved to France. I went to visit her, and a wicker chair was stolen from the store she was working at.
Since I had, as yet, no plot for my NaNo project (starting up on November 1st), I thought I could go a story based on the dream.
But the pirate school dream was, in my mind, WAY too stupid for a 50,000 word novel.
I brainstormed a bit, came up with three characters that would work well in a story about a guy who visits France to meet up with a female friend who suddenly moved there two years ago. It was to be revealed that there was a third character (the best friend of the guy, the boyfriend of the girl) who had died of cancer, which led to the situation that the two living characters were in.
When I posted on the NaNo message boards, I started getting messages from friends asking me to do the pirate story.
I realized, after a bit of brainstorming, that I could make the ludicrous pirate academy work.
I forget who said this, (if it was Peter David, or David Cross, or someone who might or might not have "David" in their name) but I remember telling a good trick to writing anything:
The audience will only believe one lie that you tell them. The trick is to make that lie SO big that within the context of the one big lie, you can cram as many implausibilities into that premise.
So make the lie so STUPID, so incredible, that the reader will go along with anything you tell them afterwards.
Also, if I make the main character real enough, and have him comment on the stupidity of pirate school, I will deflate anyone else who tried to naysay my story with that argument.
So I've got a way for him to get into pirate school and win a scholarship. After that, everything else can be the most ludicrous story ideas I've ever thought of.
Such as the rival school across the lake, the school that consists of ninjas...
* * *
So there's a lunar eclipse happening as I type this. Every now and then, I stop typing, go to the front door, and watch.
* * *
On Monday, the members of Kow FINALLY had their Fringe-end dinner, something we wanted to do right after our last show on Sunday. Then our show got rained out, and we didn't have the energy to go out right away.
We thought we'd do it the day of NoHarm. And then we realized we wouldn't have enough time after sound check. So we postponed it again.
But, damn, that was a meal to wait for. We went to Tom Goodchild's Moose Factory, where it happened to be "30% off steak" night. And such GOOD steak! My mouth waters just thinking of it. I was completely satisfied with the ribeye, but I think I'd try the bison the next time I go there...
Dev wasn't too happy about not being able to eat half his mussels due to not being able to pry them open, but they managed to give us a huge amount of foccacia bread and garlic loafs. And the Honey Brown was great (probably the best on tap I've had in a while...).
Dev and I were considering dessert, but the rest of the guys wanted to leave. So I bought a peach Boston cream cake at Safeway when Dev and I went to D!'s for wrestling action later that night.
* * *
I'm just getting off a case of illness, one that left me bedprone and sleeping for about 16 hours over the course of yesterday.
I think I'll be back to work tomorrow, since I'm able to sit at my computer and type this...
* * *
I've decided to get tested at the hospital and see if I'm a match for my dad. He's going to need a new kidney, and my aunt Kim is a match as well.
I thought, "What the hey?" Dad's helped me out so much over the course of my life, the LEAST I can do is attempt to extend his life.
I'll wait until after Christmas for the surgery, but I'll have the testing done on me soon.
I was waiting to see what my company would say to me missing 6 weeks of work, and they said that I'd be eligible for temporary disability for donating a kidney. Which is good.
10.16.2004
Odd Transformations 17: Nightmare
It snowed overnight. Time to bring out the gloves and toque..
* * *
For the first time in a while, I remember a dream that turned into a nightmare pretty fast. Granted, the fact that I tried to fall back asleep for the remaining half hour before my alarm was to go off and couldn't might have something to do with it.
First of all, I was supposed to go to some night class as my old elementary school, St. Margaret's. Dev was taking a bus and wanted to know if I'd accompany him. I thought, "Kill two birds with one stone. Sure."
We took the 5 north, and it was only when Dev and I got off the bus that I realized that I was supposed to go south from where I lived, not north. So I was a lot further away than I needed to be.
(Apparently, my old elementary had switched locations from Moose Jaw to somewhere like Mill Woods. And apparently the 5 goes from Westmount to Coliseum. Obviously, I was pulling numbers out of my head.)
When I was trying to figure out how to get back to where I was needing to go, the bus rocketed up into the air, and into a 20 story high bus barn. Apparently where it's parked for the night.
Instead of waiting for a bus to catch, I decided to walk home, instead of going to St. Margaret's, since I'd certainly miss whatever workshop/class I was going to.
I tried taking a shortcut that led me through houses. Once I realized this. I started backtracking, and found myself (now with a bike) confronted by this French guy sniffing glue out of a bag.
I tried to outrace him on my bike, but I couldn't go fast enough. He was wanting to hang with me, and even though I was trying to flee by biking through red lights and taking impossible tasks, it wasn't working. I do remember having access to a radar screen which showed me how close this guy was.
My plan was to bike to D!'s apartment, and seek sanctuary from the French glue-sniffer.
I passed by a kid hanging by his underwear on a street sign. A car screeched and stopped behind me, and the kid's mother yelled at him to get into the car. He also had a drug problem.
The mother, kid and I got on a bus, and I was apparently part of the family or something.
It wasn't until about five minutes or so dream time that I realized I was the kid's 40-year old white-trash father, trapped in Jago's younger body and liking it, while Jago's mind was still trapped in there with him.
The white-trash man started hitting on this girl who was on the bus, and asked, "Hey, baby. Where's your boyfriend?"
When she replied that he was out of town, the man inside my body picked her up.
That was about the time I woke up, freaked out.
* * *
I watched a feed of Crossfire where Jon Stewart showed up and really took the hosts and American media to task about the presidential election.
It was amazing. And I've got the segment on my computer now, if anyone wants to come by and see Jon Stewart plead that shows like Crossfire just "Please. Stop."
I remember why I admire Stewart so much...
* * *
On the recommendation of my manager, Chris, I downloaded LimeWire for my filesharing needs.
Man, it's a great program. A lot better than the iMesh I've been using for a while now.
It's quicker, there's a lot more files, you can have multiple searches, and there's no spyware in it whatsoever!
* * *
For the first time in a while, I remember a dream that turned into a nightmare pretty fast. Granted, the fact that I tried to fall back asleep for the remaining half hour before my alarm was to go off and couldn't might have something to do with it.
First of all, I was supposed to go to some night class as my old elementary school, St. Margaret's. Dev was taking a bus and wanted to know if I'd accompany him. I thought, "Kill two birds with one stone. Sure."
We took the 5 north, and it was only when Dev and I got off the bus that I realized that I was supposed to go south from where I lived, not north. So I was a lot further away than I needed to be.
(Apparently, my old elementary had switched locations from Moose Jaw to somewhere like Mill Woods. And apparently the 5 goes from Westmount to Coliseum. Obviously, I was pulling numbers out of my head.)
When I was trying to figure out how to get back to where I was needing to go, the bus rocketed up into the air, and into a 20 story high bus barn. Apparently where it's parked for the night.
Instead of waiting for a bus to catch, I decided to walk home, instead of going to St. Margaret's, since I'd certainly miss whatever workshop/class I was going to.
I tried taking a shortcut that led me through houses. Once I realized this. I started backtracking, and found myself (now with a bike) confronted by this French guy sniffing glue out of a bag.
I tried to outrace him on my bike, but I couldn't go fast enough. He was wanting to hang with me, and even though I was trying to flee by biking through red lights and taking impossible tasks, it wasn't working. I do remember having access to a radar screen which showed me how close this guy was.
My plan was to bike to D!'s apartment, and seek sanctuary from the French glue-sniffer.
I passed by a kid hanging by his underwear on a street sign. A car screeched and stopped behind me, and the kid's mother yelled at him to get into the car. He also had a drug problem.
The mother, kid and I got on a bus, and I was apparently part of the family or something.
It wasn't until about five minutes or so dream time that I realized I was the kid's 40-year old white-trash father, trapped in Jago's younger body and liking it, while Jago's mind was still trapped in there with him.
The white-trash man started hitting on this girl who was on the bus, and asked, "Hey, baby. Where's your boyfriend?"
When she replied that he was out of town, the man inside my body picked her up.
That was about the time I woke up, freaked out.
* * *
I watched a feed of Crossfire where Jon Stewart showed up and really took the hosts and American media to task about the presidential election.
It was amazing. And I've got the segment on my computer now, if anyone wants to come by and see Jon Stewart plead that shows like Crossfire just "Please. Stop."
I remember why I admire Stewart so much...
* * *
On the recommendation of my manager, Chris, I downloaded LimeWire for my filesharing needs.
Man, it's a great program. A lot better than the iMesh I've been using for a while now.
It's quicker, there's a lot more files, you can have multiple searches, and there's no spyware in it whatsoever!
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