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Two things
Jan. 23rd, 2007 10:27 amOkay, you all seem like very clever and well read (or in this case, watched) human beings, so I have a question for everyone: Has anyone here seen Valley of the Wolves, the uber controversial action movie of a few years back?
Secondly, thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
richess for gettin' me a Guiness via LJ. I can use it, trust me.
Secondly, thanks to
richess for gettin' me a Guiness via LJ. I can use it, trust me.Why do I want Suet?
Oct. 16th, 2005 09:47 amWalMart flyer advertising 3-Pack Suet for 3.93. Brain goes "Hey, that would be a good buy!" Working part of brain goes "we don't have any birds, our only bird feeder is a hummingbird feeder that uses liquid, and we don't know if that would really be a good price for Suet anyway." Brain then goes "I like cheese."
Stupid brain.
Last night was birthday formr_weasel. Because he, in a fit of Space Madness, travelled to Montreal on teh spur of the moment on Wednesday (Thursday?) I was curious as to whether or not he'd actually be HERE for his birthday party. Especially when he called at noon to say he and his common law wife were leaving Montreal. Okay, now, ninny mapping programs aside, that's a five or so hour drive on a GOOD day. Suppose, then, some semi driver hopped up on goofballs overturned his tanker on the Four Ought One 85 feet in front of them. You know what woulda happened? They'd have been grateful mr_weasel brings books to read, because they wouldna been driving.
Not to have worried, as the peeps in attedance (atomiks, kinra, spezbaby, the former LJer mindrobber as well as the charming and lovely senexmacdonald would have compensated finely even if we were robbed of mr_weasel's soccer holligan-esque behaviour.
He did eventually arrive. Comics, TV & Movies were discussed (although I don't think I got to hand out any of the Serenity keychains I had in my pocket). It was agreed that Arrested Development & Kitchen Confidential is the best hour of comedy on TV today. Lost rocks, so the hatahs can just zip it. Zip!
Got him an A&A starter. His rare? An Italian Tank. You will note the paucity of great Italian tank battles in the histories, eh?. Please note: This is an opportunity to link to Wikipedia for every Italian tank battle! Go, quickly! Go! Now!
Upon looking at the figures, I noticed that the font on them is very small. Very, VERY small. We're talking magnifying glass small. Microscope small. Especially when you consider that there are German units in here, with 800 letter names like Sonderpanzerfeuruberreichsgunterschnitzeleinszweidreikommando. The font can only be read from the other side, using lasers, a 2 karat diamond and a highly trained dolphin.
Here's an amusing unit ability!
Commissar says,
“Bravery Enforcement - At the beginning of your assault phase, you can destroy a friendly Soldier adjacent to this unit. If you do, other friendly Soldiers adjacent to this unit get 1 on each attack die this phase.”
"{bang} Okay, if you don't want to end up like Ivan here, you will march!"
Apparently there are Japanese & Russian figures in the game, so it is not based primarily around the Western front. My new gaming store charges more than the in town stores. They are hence evil.
I had a back (Or for you yanks in the crowd, "Canadian") bacon & Cheddar sandwich. Very tasty, although the bread appeared to be squished by a thumbprint (stupid bread cutters). Parking only cost $1.05, so that was nice.
Stupid brain.
Last night was birthday for
mr_weasel. Because he, in a fit of Space Madness, travelled to Montreal on teh spur of the moment on Wednesday (Thursday?) I was curious as to whether or not he'd actually be HERE for his birthday party. Especially when he called at noon to say he and his common law wife were leaving Montreal. Okay, now, ninny mapping programs aside, that's a five or so hour drive on a GOOD day. Suppose, then, some semi driver hopped up on goofballs overturned his tanker on the Four Ought One 85 feet in front of them. You know what woulda happened? They'd have been grateful mr_weasel brings books to read, because they wouldna been driving. Not to have worried, as the peeps in attedance (
atomiks, kinra, spezbaby, the former LJer mindrobber as well as the charming and lovely senexmacdonald would have compensated finely even if we were robbed of mr_weasel's soccer holligan-esque behaviour. He did eventually arrive. Comics, TV & Movies were discussed (although I don't think I got to hand out any of the Serenity keychains I had in my pocket). It was agreed that Arrested Development & Kitchen Confidential is the best hour of comedy on TV today. Lost rocks, so the hatahs can just zip it. Zip!
Got him an A&A starter. His rare? An Italian Tank. You will note the paucity of great Italian tank battles in the histories, eh?. Please note: This is an opportunity to link to Wikipedia for every Italian tank battle! Go, quickly! Go! Now!
Upon looking at the figures, I noticed that the font on them is very small. Very, VERY small. We're talking magnifying glass small. Microscope small. Especially when you consider that there are German units in here, with 800 letter names like Sonderpanzerfeuruberreichsgunterschnitzeleinszweidreikommando. The font can only be read from the other side, using lasers, a 2 karat diamond and a highly trained dolphin.
Here's an amusing unit ability!
Commissar says,
“Bravery Enforcement - At the beginning of your assault phase, you can destroy a friendly Soldier adjacent to this unit. If you do, other friendly Soldiers adjacent to this unit get 1 on each attack die this phase.”
"{bang} Okay, if you don't want to end up like Ivan here, you will march!"
Apparently there are Japanese & Russian figures in the game, so it is not based primarily around the Western front. My new gaming store charges more than the in town stores. They are hence evil.
I had a back (Or for you yanks in the crowd, "Canadian") bacon & Cheddar sandwich. Very tasty, although the bread appeared to be squished by a thumbprint (stupid bread cutters). Parking only cost $1.05, so that was nice.
Okay, flashback (but only a small one).
Just under a decade ago, on a cold Ottawa night, I convinced my Masquerade narrator to let me screw the Tremere.
Actually, I intended to Screw the entire Primogen, but the Tremere were the only ones who fell for it.
So, James Garvey, ventrue shit disturber, uses CSIS contacts (fuck, man, Masquerade was just wacky, wasn't it?) to get a secure phone system setup between each member of the primogen, a 'bat-phone' if you will, that will prevent any sort of signal interception.
Except by me.
Better, it's actually a monitoring device for listening in. So every bit of info that got passed between them, every in game conversation, every chantry meeting, was sent to me.
It was fun. I kinda rogered them for a few months. Then, of course, the other shoe dropped. I learned the Tremere were gonna fuck over another PC. In an act of stupidity I warned them. The warning leaked back to the Tremere, and they figured it out.
I understand the Regent turned a crimson not seen since MCpl Bruce. Good times.
Anyway, there was bloody revenge instigated by the Tremere and a visiting NPC (purely un-necessary, that NPC). The Regent asked for a meeting, but as I was walking towards the normal sitting place, he said "no, please, let us walk this way."
Which, ladies and gentlemen, is where I learned an important lesson: If someone's normal habits are changed at the last minute, if their behaviour patterns shift in a strange and unusual way, you are about to get fucked. Hard. With very little lubricant.
This story, of course, leads somewhere.
Yes, for the past few days I've been suspicious. Why, you ask? Because someone's (i.e.. Snra Bitter) normal habits changed at the last minute. Someone's behaviour patters shifted in a strange and unusual way. Snra, you see, suggested we go out for dinner at a venue of her choosing. The way of suggestion was an aberration from normal patterns. I was, of course suspicious.
Now, thankfully, instead of a brutal gangland slaying, there was a birthday party, which was very much preferable.
Thanks muchly to all who attended who are reading this (which would includeredeem147, mr_weasel and nottheterritory, as well as possibly Penny (best Card Ever), Heather and Charles aka Miiks).
The venue was Hernando's Hideaway on Front, across from former workplace the Flatiron Building.
In the excitement, I made some food ordering errors, getting a plate of Nachos instead of El Sampler Grande and Enchiladas instead of Tamales. But, eh, I ate, I digested, and Snra suffered for her sneakiness. Beans ARE good for your heart!
So, yes. Paranoia pays off.
After dinner, I headed up to 401 Convenience to see if they had a copy of Hamunaptra, but was denied. So I bought Doom: the Boardgame and The Rangers for B5 (I know, I know, bad Justin).
Hey, that was a lot of links, eh?
Everyone got to see the car, too.
Good night, yes. Enjoyed by all, and I'd like to thank the attendees for their generosity of spirit and other stuff.
Just under a decade ago, on a cold Ottawa night, I convinced my Masquerade narrator to let me screw the Tremere.
Actually, I intended to Screw the entire Primogen, but the Tremere were the only ones who fell for it.
So, James Garvey, ventrue shit disturber, uses CSIS contacts (fuck, man, Masquerade was just wacky, wasn't it?) to get a secure phone system setup between each member of the primogen, a 'bat-phone' if you will, that will prevent any sort of signal interception.
Except by me.
Better, it's actually a monitoring device for listening in. So every bit of info that got passed between them, every in game conversation, every chantry meeting, was sent to me.
It was fun. I kinda rogered them for a few months. Then, of course, the other shoe dropped. I learned the Tremere were gonna fuck over another PC. In an act of stupidity I warned them. The warning leaked back to the Tremere, and they figured it out.
I understand the Regent turned a crimson not seen since MCpl Bruce. Good times.
Anyway, there was bloody revenge instigated by the Tremere and a visiting NPC (purely un-necessary, that NPC). The Regent asked for a meeting, but as I was walking towards the normal sitting place, he said "no, please, let us walk this way."
Which, ladies and gentlemen, is where I learned an important lesson: If someone's normal habits are changed at the last minute, if their behaviour patterns shift in a strange and unusual way, you are about to get fucked. Hard. With very little lubricant.
This story, of course, leads somewhere.
Yes, for the past few days I've been suspicious. Why, you ask? Because someone's (i.e.. Snra Bitter) normal habits changed at the last minute. Someone's behaviour patters shifted in a strange and unusual way. Snra, you see, suggested we go out for dinner at a venue of her choosing. The way of suggestion was an aberration from normal patterns. I was, of course suspicious.
Now, thankfully, instead of a brutal gangland slaying, there was a birthday party, which was very much preferable.
Thanks muchly to all who attended who are reading this (which would include
redeem147, mr_weasel and nottheterritory, as well as possibly Penny (best Card Ever), Heather and Charles aka Miiks).The venue was Hernando's Hideaway on Front, across from former workplace the Flatiron Building.
In the excitement, I made some food ordering errors, getting a plate of Nachos instead of El Sampler Grande and Enchiladas instead of Tamales. But, eh, I ate, I digested, and Snra suffered for her sneakiness. Beans ARE good for your heart!
So, yes. Paranoia pays off.
After dinner, I headed up to 401 Convenience to see if they had a copy of Hamunaptra, but was denied. So I bought Doom: the Boardgame and The Rangers for B5 (I know, I know, bad Justin).
Hey, that was a lot of links, eh?
Everyone got to see the car, too.
Good night, yes. Enjoyed by all, and I'd like to thank the attendees for their generosity of spirit and other stuff.
Two things:
Good start to the day. Snra woke me up with a cute card (wish I had a scanner) and a copy of LotR: The Third Age for xbox. Now I just need to finish KOTOR2 and Halo2 so I can play.
Bad stuff: Finally saw Hassanwrestle last night. God, I thought it couldn't get worse. The entrance is just goofy, but JR howling about how he & Davari don't represent ALL Arab Americans (just all the ones your viewers will ever see, chuckles) and the fact Daivari grabbed the announcer's mic & was doing the manager holla' over it the entire match were just annoying. We KNOW HE DOESN'T SPEAK ENGLISH. That's sort of the core of his character.
Although he is learning some. Hopefully he can be obnoxious in two languages soon.
Jesus.
Good start to the day. Snra woke me up with a cute card (wish I had a scanner) and a copy of LotR: The Third Age for xbox. Now I just need to finish KOTOR2 and Halo2 so I can play.
Bad stuff: Finally saw Hassanwrestle last night. God, I thought it couldn't get worse. The entrance is just goofy, but JR howling about how he & Davari don't represent ALL Arab Americans (just all the ones your viewers will ever see, chuckles) and the fact Daivari grabbed the announcer's mic & was doing the manager holla' over it the entire match were just annoying. We KNOW HE DOESN'T SPEAK ENGLISH. That's sort of the core of his character.
Although he is learning some. Hopefully he can be obnoxious in two languages soon.
Jesus.
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Jan. 19th, 2005 11:34 pmI hate watching time just slip away from me. 32 years in a week. It's not even a proper birthday, just another driver's license renewal and a tick towards having to replace my passport. We didn't even bother to try to get some people together, and fuckberries, but I love getting together with people.
We may have Uday over because, well, if you don't see your frickin' BROTHER over when he lives not a few kilometers away, what the hell kind of person are you?
Okay, it's his fault, really. Little shit.
Dave has "61 days until spring" on his MSN id. I don't know if that's how long it ACTUALLY is, but I can see that time slipping by like a roll of toilet paper tossed out of a car window, streaming away until you get to the end.
Now, thankfully, the end is spring, and not a short length of cardboard tube, but still.
Amazing Race will finish, they'll start a new Survivor, I might even have gone to GAMA. Who knows? It's like Shrodinger's timeline. I might do this, I might do that.
I'll probably know by Saturday.
We may have Uday over because, well, if you don't see your frickin' BROTHER over when he lives not a few kilometers away, what the hell kind of person are you?
Okay, it's his fault, really. Little shit.
Dave has "61 days until spring" on his MSN id. I don't know if that's how long it ACTUALLY is, but I can see that time slipping by like a roll of toilet paper tossed out of a car window, streaming away until you get to the end.
Now, thankfully, the end is spring, and not a short length of cardboard tube, but still.
Amazing Race will finish, they'll start a new Survivor, I might even have gone to GAMA. Who knows? It's like Shrodinger's timeline. I might do this, I might do that.
I'll probably know by Saturday.
Quick summary
Jan. 25th, 2004 02:57 pmAh, I lie. It's never quick.
Had a b-day dinner yesterday, a day early. Today is the actual day, but that would conflict with the Royal Rumble.
Anyway, it was dinner at Kama, an Indian place downtown.
I think I mis-planned slightly. I was under the assumption they'd be able to seat a dozen or so people adequately for my purposes (family & Friends get-together). I didn't realize there'd be twice that many there.
Organizationally, it didn't quite work, with my friends at one table & family at the next. I should have seated people so they were near someone they didn't know. That would have worked better.
As it was, the buffet was good. No butter chicken, unfortunately, but that was okay. Mighty Mike Marano, Realms comics editor emeritus and strapping young man, and his charming ladyfriend ordered off the ala carte menu, as didredeem147. pyat ended up getting Buffet.
Actual dinner quote!
pyat: This potatoe dish is poorly cooked. Part of it is warm, part of it is cold!
thebitterguy: you took the cold salad portion and the warm portion and mixed them together.
pyat:D'oh!
Overall, things went wonderfully. I was spoiled by the generosity of my friends. Since the majority of eaters did go Buffet, I didn't even get to buy a few appetizer trays. Feh.
I did get a Cortana figure, which was a bit of a high point.
A few guests were unable to make it due to family duties and illness, so I wish them speedy recovery/fast maturity.
Post dinner Karaoke was held at XO Karaoke on Bloor West.
I navigated Snra,redeem147 and YHB to 593 Bloor W., where we had a couple of mildly disturbing minutes trying to figure out where everyone was. I called mr_weasel to ask where they were, and they said they were upstairs. Upstairs? I replied? But the Karaoke establishment is on the ground floor. Hmm. Send Mr. Z outside, and we'll meet him.
We jog outside, where YHB realizes that XO Karaoke is actually at 693 Bloor W. Whoops. We were at BMB Music studio.
Whoops.
A quick shuttle up a few blocks got us to XO Karaoke. Apparently they hadn't processed the booking properly. After a few minutes of requisite obeisance from the host, we got our room. Damn. Let me tell you, while the system was shockingly good ([geek joke] I think the Karaoke Machine was a Nippon Tech hardpoint![/geek joke]), the room was tiny. 6-10 people? Perhaps your willowy Chinamen, sir! A husky Canuck stalwart such as myself is made of bulkier stuf!
And it had a black light painting taking up one wall, and a black light to activate it. Which did wonders for the sheer amount of lint my sweater left on my t-shirt.
Creighton made it to Karaoke; I'd spent some of the evening concerned for his health after I realized that the fire we'd heard about on the radio was actually at his building, but a quick phone call rid me of that worry.
Today, then, is time spent w/ Snra. and the Royal Rumble at Creighton's. I'll take Stunt C*cks for viewing pleasure. God, I love that movie. Comedy about porn? Delightful.
Had a b-day dinner yesterday, a day early. Today is the actual day, but that would conflict with the Royal Rumble.
Anyway, it was dinner at Kama, an Indian place downtown.
I think I mis-planned slightly. I was under the assumption they'd be able to seat a dozen or so people adequately for my purposes (family & Friends get-together). I didn't realize there'd be twice that many there.
Organizationally, it didn't quite work, with my friends at one table & family at the next. I should have seated people so they were near someone they didn't know. That would have worked better.
As it was, the buffet was good. No butter chicken, unfortunately, but that was okay. Mighty Mike Marano, Realms comics editor emeritus and strapping young man, and his charming ladyfriend ordered off the ala carte menu, as did
redeem147. pyat ended up getting Buffet. Actual dinner quote!
pyat: This potatoe dish is poorly cooked. Part of it is warm, part of it is cold!thebitterguy: you took the cold salad portion and the warm portion and mixed them together.pyat:D'oh!Overall, things went wonderfully. I was spoiled by the generosity of my friends. Since the majority of eaters did go Buffet, I didn't even get to buy a few appetizer trays. Feh.
I did get a Cortana figure, which was a bit of a high point.
A few guests were unable to make it due to family duties and illness, so I wish them speedy recovery/fast maturity.
Post dinner Karaoke was held at XO Karaoke on Bloor West.
I navigated Snra,
redeem147 and YHB to 593 Bloor W., where we had a couple of mildly disturbing minutes trying to figure out where everyone was. I called mr_weasel to ask where they were, and they said they were upstairs. Upstairs? I replied? But the Karaoke establishment is on the ground floor. Hmm. Send Mr. Z outside, and we'll meet him.We jog outside, where YHB realizes that XO Karaoke is actually at 693 Bloor W. Whoops. We were at BMB Music studio.
Whoops.
A quick shuttle up a few blocks got us to XO Karaoke. Apparently they hadn't processed the booking properly. After a few minutes of requisite obeisance from the host, we got our room. Damn. Let me tell you, while the system was shockingly good ([geek joke] I think the Karaoke Machine was a Nippon Tech hardpoint![/geek joke]), the room was tiny. 6-10 people? Perhaps your willowy Chinamen, sir! A husky Canuck stalwart such as myself is made of bulkier stuf!
And it had a black light painting taking up one wall, and a black light to activate it. Which did wonders for the sheer amount of lint my sweater left on my t-shirt.
Creighton made it to Karaoke; I'd spent some of the evening concerned for his health after I realized that the fire we'd heard about on the radio was actually at his building, but a quick phone call rid me of that worry.
Today, then, is time spent w/ Snra. and the Royal Rumble at Creighton's. I'll take Stunt C*cks for viewing pleasure. God, I love that movie. Comedy about porn? Delightful.
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Jan. 15th, 2003 11:41 pmRa's home. Seems more restrained, but that's just him without testicles.
Attempting to plan birthday stuff. More data will be forthcoming.
Feh. What else? Not much. Got some stuff from Fast Forward today. Hey, Adam: Did you get dinged for GST on your package? Ten frickin' bucks on mine!
The Raw 10th anniversary special? Ass.
Attempting to plan birthday stuff. More data will be forthcoming.
Feh. What else? Not much. Got some stuff from Fast Forward today. Hey, Adam: Did you get dinged for GST on your package? Ten frickin' bucks on mine!
The Raw 10th anniversary special? Ass.
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Jan. 26th, 2002 12:11 pmOkay, no one (and I mean NO one) ever told me you could be this sore after BOWLING. Elvis. My thumb is throbbing like the bass on a $2000 car with a $12000 stereo.
The evening, as a whole, went well. We met at the Fox & Fiddle (since it was my birthday, they had Haggis on the menu, but we settled for Ribs).
Brad & his gang (His charming wife Odette, Gary Hilson, Boy Reporter, and David "finger on the pulse of humanity" Creighton, also known as "the people I know who live downtown") were delayed by traffic, so they arrived late. No big whoop, we just got bowling a little later than we planned. The ribs were very good. Tasty and fall off the bone.
Our waitress seemed to epitomize Harried. When my dinner arrived, she looked at my plate and said "that doesn't seem to be enough meat. I'll go get you some more". More never arrived.
I wasn't truly upset by it. The plate was filling, although I should have got mashed potatoes instead of Baked, fully loaded.
I'm also feeling somewhat guilty over the bill. I divied it up into $25 a person, but that was too much. I will give everyone a fin back and say I'm sorry when I see them.
Go look at this. http://www.moorecreations.com/gallery/snowglobes/godzilla.html. It's a Godzilla snowglobe. Cindy got it for me. God, I love that woman.
Apparently at SDCC (http://www.comiccon.org), I saw it and fell in love. So, she ordered it. It arrived in August sometime, and she's hid it ever since.
She's SO sneaky. It's quite cool. If it lit up or had music, it would be the most perfect creation in human history. As it is, it's cool, and it's MINE. Heh.
The bowling happened later. I'm somewhat glad Lance & Ed didn't make it. Not that, in any way, I didn't miss their company. It's just that they bowl for fun. Having people who know what they're doing just ruins it for me. :)
My initian forays onto the field were weak. My first four frames had a score of 1. Total.
I think the second (or third) game saw me break 100, which is good. For me, anyway.
Let's look at that Godzilla globe again, shall we?
http://www.moorecreations.com/gallery/snowglobes/godzilla.html
Damn. Sweeeeeet.
Now, to write!
The evening, as a whole, went well. We met at the Fox & Fiddle (since it was my birthday, they had Haggis on the menu, but we settled for Ribs).
Brad & his gang (His charming wife Odette, Gary Hilson, Boy Reporter, and David "finger on the pulse of humanity" Creighton, also known as "the people I know who live downtown") were delayed by traffic, so they arrived late. No big whoop, we just got bowling a little later than we planned. The ribs were very good. Tasty and fall off the bone.
Our waitress seemed to epitomize Harried. When my dinner arrived, she looked at my plate and said "that doesn't seem to be enough meat. I'll go get you some more". More never arrived.
I wasn't truly upset by it. The plate was filling, although I should have got mashed potatoes instead of Baked, fully loaded.
I'm also feeling somewhat guilty over the bill. I divied it up into $25 a person, but that was too much. I will give everyone a fin back and say I'm sorry when I see them.
Go look at this. http://www.moorecreations.com/gallery/snowglobes/godzilla.html. It's a Godzilla snowglobe. Cindy got it for me. God, I love that woman.
Apparently at SDCC (http://www.comiccon.org), I saw it and fell in love. So, she ordered it. It arrived in August sometime, and she's hid it ever since.
She's SO sneaky. It's quite cool. If it lit up or had music, it would be the most perfect creation in human history. As it is, it's cool, and it's MINE. Heh.
The bowling happened later. I'm somewhat glad Lance & Ed didn't make it. Not that, in any way, I didn't miss their company. It's just that they bowl for fun. Having people who know what they're doing just ruins it for me. :)
My initian forays onto the field were weak. My first four frames had a score of 1. Total.
I think the second (or third) game saw me break 100, which is good. For me, anyway.
Let's look at that Godzilla globe again, shall we?
http://www.moorecreations.com/gallery/snowglobes/godzilla.html
Damn. Sweeeeeet.
Now, to write!
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Jan. 24th, 2002 11:07 pmOh, yeah. Just in case anyone's concerned, everything IS okay. I'm glad to have made it to 29. I'm glad to be married. I'm still in love with my wife, and my job seems to be moving to a place where I'm gonna be able to have a life (9-5:30, here I come!).
And my moods change too quickly for this to be manic depression, no matter WHAT Gabe says. I'm just snippy.
Gimme love, folks.
And my moods change too quickly for this to be manic depression, no matter WHAT Gabe says. I'm just snippy.
Gimme love, folks.
Shit. In less than 15 hours, I will enter my 30th year (for those of you not too hotsy on the math, that means I turn 29).
While it may not SOUND that old, it sure as hell feels like it. I think the worst bit is I'm surrounded by a bunch of teenagers at my workplace. Damn. Youth, as they say, is wasted on the young.
I'm realizing that things I did in university happened 10 years ago. I bumped into one of my old friends from the CUSC (Carleton university Strategy Club, which was my major) and realized we both used to have a lot more hair.
God. Time's a bitch. I hope the party tomorow is enjoyable. Cindy & I went to the pre-fun restaurant, and it was enjoyable. I'm gonna try the curry (they have a different curry every day).
I am rather concerned about my old boss, William. If he and his wife Meredith make it, there ain't that much vegetarian friendly food on the menu.
Christ. I've known Meredith now for going on 9 years. That's a long time. It has now been over 8 years since Clarke McMurray saved my life by pulling me from a flaming car wreck.
8 years ago, I was living with my parents after getting kicked out of Carleton (where the K stands for Quality!). I was getting addicted to New Dimensions, which was an okay BBS and developing a reputation on Fidonet.
I liked living in Kingston. I made a few stupid mistakes (more of omission than action) and wrecked a car. Kingston has very nice qualities to it. Aside from the suburbs. The limestone city is gorgeous, and has shockingly large amounts of things to do. It's best visited in summer, when the herds of students are off being annoying somewhere else.
I'm growing history while the fields of my potential grow fallow. It's all rather diseheartening. I hope I don't slam full force into a midlife crisis. I heard those were supposed to be reserved for when you were heading for 40.
While it may not SOUND that old, it sure as hell feels like it. I think the worst bit is I'm surrounded by a bunch of teenagers at my workplace. Damn. Youth, as they say, is wasted on the young.
I'm realizing that things I did in university happened 10 years ago. I bumped into one of my old friends from the CUSC (Carleton university Strategy Club, which was my major) and realized we both used to have a lot more hair.
God. Time's a bitch. I hope the party tomorow is enjoyable. Cindy & I went to the pre-fun restaurant, and it was enjoyable. I'm gonna try the curry (they have a different curry every day).
I am rather concerned about my old boss, William. If he and his wife Meredith make it, there ain't that much vegetarian friendly food on the menu.
Christ. I've known Meredith now for going on 9 years. That's a long time. It has now been over 8 years since Clarke McMurray saved my life by pulling me from a flaming car wreck.
8 years ago, I was living with my parents after getting kicked out of Carleton (where the K stands for Quality!). I was getting addicted to New Dimensions, which was an okay BBS and developing a reputation on Fidonet.
I liked living in Kingston. I made a few stupid mistakes (more of omission than action) and wrecked a car. Kingston has very nice qualities to it. Aside from the suburbs. The limestone city is gorgeous, and has shockingly large amounts of things to do. It's best visited in summer, when the herds of students are off being annoying somewhere else.
I'm growing history while the fields of my potential grow fallow. It's all rather diseheartening. I hope I don't slam full force into a midlife crisis. I heard those were supposed to be reserved for when you were heading for 40.
