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You'll notice archived entries have the oldest entry at the top,
so you can scroll down instead of reading them all crazy-like.
This is for your convenience.
Ariel, that wonderful woman, showed me the way.
A friend in high school, whom I found out years later liked me while I swooned over her friend who rejected my advances over and over (wow, did I ever live a high school soap opera), observed a couple years back that I had surprised her then. I had been in a relationship for a couple years at the time, and she made the comment that she had always thought I was just in love with being in love, and that it would be a long while before I settled in. I had crushes left, right, and centre way back.
Now, I think she is right. I can settle down easily, but when I'm not attached, I fall in love with a girl I see on a bus. Seriously, I've done it before.
There's a reference in Infinite Jest about how an alcoholic can imagine an entire lifetime with a woman in a moment's glance. I've done that. Way back, I daydreamed and planned an entire wedding for myself and a girl who was over 1000 km away at the time and whom I hadn't even asked out.
There's a certain rush to seeing a new girl and imagining yourself with her, enjoying life. I'm sure actually doing it is great too. Well, I know it is. But this is good too. Girls come and go, but friends are friends forever.
You get behind on your non-work.
The Onion is particularly this week. For instance: Mommy and Daddy Don't Love Each Other Anymore (in the middle), ...then [Kissinger] shouted that he was 'more bombed than Cambodia in '73.', an electric toothbrush is an excellent choice if you are such a lazy fuck that you can't even move a toothbrush up and down, and "The U.N. should lay down the law: No more visits to the Wailing Wall or the Dome Of The Rock until a certain two ethnic groups learn to behave themselves.".
Our friend jonmc points out the fact that Snoop Dogg wants *clears throat* "to do his own version of "Girls Gone Wild" to satisfy women of color waiting for their chance to go topless for the camera. " I'm sure that those who shouted him down for misogyny will forgive him for this. Because it's all about the girls for him. Or bitches, as it were.
Even my foreign lady superior is probing you. And there's plenty more where that came from.
OK, this isn't learning, but it's kind of cool. Wouldn't you be a little, um, unnerved if you saw a mob of Smiths coming towards you?
Super-geeks head back to 80s for spectacle fashion. Seriously, when these look better, they'll be really cool. Kinda scary too, if you're into that whole I want some privacy in my life thang, but, hey, that's your bucket of chicken. At least with these glasses, you know someone's recording you, you don't need to be informed by a T-shirt they may or may not be wearing.
This is a weird article talking about SMS for party crashing (or gatecrashing, as those Aussies call it. Weirdos.) which migrates into a call by the Prime Minister against binge drinking. The part that made me laugh, until I considered the full context (which always makes things make more sense, and is therefore much less funny) was this:
"In an unusual appeal for responsible behaviour, Prime Minister John Howard this week quoted Jake Nicolaisen, from the band Another Race, as saying: "There's nothing cool about not being in control. Our choices are our own, we live and die by them, we prosper and fall and we can hurt or help, but they are ours and we own them."
If you just read the first line, it sounds like the PM is a five-drink minimum kind of job, 24-7!
All my learning today was courtesy of Howard Rheingold.
Nothing here, I just wanted to say MT is cooooool. Like an ice-maker in a refrigerator. You don't need it, but once you discover that you can make different shapes of ice, why wouldn't you?
Heard about this guy who pleaded guilty to making the hulk available to the masses yesterday. Ho hum. Good for him, blah blah blah. However, Yahoo!, with that crazy exclamation mark of theirs, made this story much more fun by including a picture with a caption. Change one sentence, and laugh with glee.
I had a great post yesterday, but my wacky internet swallowed it. It was really good. Anti-republican talk, pro-public domain talk, some other stuff.
Oh, yeah, that guy I don't like at all died. I'm usually pretty mellow about people dying, but the first thing I thought when I heard it was good. No, wait, it was Good. Which kind of made me feel a little guilty at first, but I got over it when my oatmeal was done. Then I went and read an old Onion article on him, and laughed and laughed.
What's with all the big court action this week? In the US, the Supreme Court struck down the Texas sodomy law (which was one of the HOT things I wrote about yesterday. I'm sure Dan Savage will have lots to say on that...), and made a few more decisions. In Canada, the Communist Party of Canada successfully appealed the minimum 50-district law. Both were 6-3 majorities. From the Canadian article - "He said that votes cast for a small or fringe party are not simply wasted votes." Quotes like this always make me think waaay back to when Double Exposure was still on CBC radio; one sketch character made mention that, "if I wanted to waste my vote, I'd've voted NDP!" For some reason, that makes me laugh to this day.
The term Supreme Court always conjures up pictures of judges wrestling in my head for some reason.
AAAAAAANNNNNDDDDD NOW, up next we have the return of 3 time Supreme Court champion, self-dubbed Judge, Jury, and Executioner, known to his fans as The Angry Frenchman, Joe Fauteux. And his chaaaaallenger, current heavyweight crown holder, Michel "The Bastard" Bastarache.
I'd pay to see some of that action.
If you could get paid to sit and read things all day, I'd be a millionaire. And not stupid shit, but good stuff. Put 15 minutes of good work in, shazam!
Jesse Jordan, the guy who the RIAA sued has collected enough donations to not have to hand over his life savings. Good for him, I say. Plus, he started his completely legal search engine up again, and got the RIAA to back down on wanting to sue him again. Really fucking good for him. People have to. As Tycho mentioned over at PA, when your mom knows what Napster is, maybe the winds of change should be acknowledged in the forecast. (story links via Techdirt, which, incidentally, rocks).
Crazy lawsuits make me angry.
And with that, I'm off to my weekend activities. Enjoy yours.
So, the Ottawa Fringe Festival. Fringe festivals are often a craps shoot, a grab bag of entertainment - you get some licorice, some sour suckers, some of that candy that tastes like ass, maybe a balloon, whatever. You never know what you're going to get.
This weekend, I saw a play about a gay man's life (autobiographical. Meh), a pretty terrible hour long comedy that reminded me of the General Fools from high school (basically, a bunch of high school kids with inside jokes with their friends watching, having their own in-jokes, trying unsuccessfully to share them with others). I watched a play about a man trying to gain his memory back (which didn't really go anywhere - the play - but the writer/lead proposed to his girlfriend/fellow actor, which was really sweet), and an improv group combine ideas to create an ultimate scene with the following ideas: sheep corral, elvis cheat, boxing pianist, and pot infomercial (that's where the title comes from).
And finally, my personal favourite, a telling of the story of Cain and Abel (actually a sequel to Cain and Abel telling the story of Job). All done in a hip-hop environment and style - MC Cain and MC Abel, record execs, news crews. Eight characters (plus a couple very minor ones) played by two guys. Amazing. The versatitliy of the acting, the writing, the singing, the choreography....it was all perfect. If you check out their site and live in Canada and have a Fringe Festival in your city, they will probably be there. GO SEE THEM. You will not be disappointed. (Go! Check! Now!)
Then I posed naked. Well, semi-nude. It was fun.
After a small tour of part of the city last night, including rumors of arson in a certain community of peoples, today lent itself to getting computer work done (not design, alas), cleaning, shopping, biking, and planning. And chatting.
Let it be said that the Internet is a good thing.
I think, at one time in my apartment this weekend, there were six people living there. In a place that's getting crowded with four. Well, if people aren't in their rooms. Which they were, for the most part. And none of them know how to clean the kitchen or the bathroom or complain to the landlord that the kitchen tap is BROKEN and LEAKING WATER all over the COUNTER.
Calm. Relax. Stream. Valley.
The one disadvantage of house-sitting was that I have lost my REFRIDGERATOR DOMINANCE. I 0wnd the bottom row and a bit of the second. Granted, this was a lot. But no one used the space when it was empty, so, like so many gases co-habiting my apartment, I expanded to fill the space. Now, having removed some items for my inner-city vacation (ha, I like that for downtown. Done.), someone else has copied my actions, leaving me with two half-shelves, and neither is the top, which would allow standing of larger food-related objects, such as mix, beer, cold drinks, and other summer-time necessities.
Surfing brings pleasure, however. Check this shiznit: Corporate Mofo talks about the 'homosexual agenda' (I agree - bring it on! Well, up here, it's on its way, except in stingy Alberta), and brittney brings in a link to a link to stories from a zookeeper, which are filled with hilarity.
Lastly, mothers. Sigh. Going home will be fun. Aw, she just loves, that's all.
Watch for me tomorrow, 10 am EDT, Parliament Hill main. I'll still have orangy hair at that point, front row, stage right, but later on, whoo! Pictures to follow later in the month....