Friday, December 31, 2004

Incoherent New Years Rant

Being a bit of a contrarian (or perhaps just a pain in the ass) while everyone else on New Year's is making resolutions to get healthier through changes in things like diet, habit or exercise, I generally make resolutions to drink and smoke more. Not this year though. My drinking has reached a happy little plateau that I wouldn't want to deviate from and smoking is becoming too much a pain in the ass to continue.

The smoking ban in T.O. has actually had an influence on me. It’s not the inconvenience itself it’s just that smoking has become such an inconvenience that it has made me realize how addicted I am. That's what really pisses me off.

Now why would I (or anyone else for that matter) select January 1st as a good quit date? Sounds stupid to me. With people cocooning themselves, hiding from the winter there’s so little going on to distract oneself this must be the hardest time of year to quit. Oh, but you say it’s a new year? So fekking what? The entirely arbitrary beginning of the year has begun. Why should this matter? It doesn’t to me. I don’t care when the odometer in the car rolls over either.

And this whole celebration thing, that’s stupid too. Why celebrate something so inane? Everyone else is drinking so why shouldn’t I too? Well I’ll tell you: Typical Fridays are bad enough, tonight every bar is packed to claustrophobia inducing levels, service is terrible, taxis are virtually impossible to find and perhaps the largest reason of all, everyone else is doing it.

Anyways, Happy New Year's everybody.


Monday, December 27, 2004

A Late Gift

One of my oldest friends is doing postdoc work that requires that he spend part of the year on the coast of Thailand. He's over there right now and this time had brought his wife and young son over with him. Hearing about the earthquake Boxing Day and the ensuing tsunamis caused me to worry until I received a group email.

Hi All,

We've had several calls so thought we would head off any futher worries by letting you all know that we are ok. the Tsunami hit the west coast (Andemann coast) and we are on the gulf coast, the other one.

We didn't even feel the effects of the earthquake and did not hear about it until R's parents called to see if we were ok. We've been watching the news since last night so probably only know as much as you do. Although this morning several military helicopters flew over campus in the direction of Phuket, one assumes they were headed there to help.

Hope you all are well,
R and R

Being reassured that those you care about are safe really makes a great gift.


Friday, December 24, 2004

Merry Christmas!

I was going to write about my most favourite Christmas but it just doesn’t seem appropriate. The story was basically about how one year in particular everything just fell into place; how even my car breaking down in the middle of Scarberia on the coldest Christmas in memory couldn’t ruin a great day.

So anyway, may everything fall into place for you over the holidays, failing alternators be damned.

Have a Merry Christmas everybody.


Wednesday, December 22, 2004

I'm Done

I'm done

I'm done

I'm done, I'm done, I'm done.

Christmas shopping that is...

Booze assisted wrapping tonight and this will be the earliest I've been ready ever.


That's all.


Tuesday, December 21, 2004

The Stuff You Find

I've recently scrubbed the old hard drive and now, after many headaches, have finally put things back together. In the process I found plenty of stuff that I had completely forgotten about or just plain lost track of including this.

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It was emailed to me aeons ago and I have no idea where it came from. I so wanted to forward it when Pooky posted her bit about cougars but I just couldn't locate it. Ah, it's been a few weeks but it doesn't matter, it's not like she's posted in the meantime. Come back Pooky.


Guy Talk

I’m out having a pre-Christmas tipple with Ed last night and of course we get around to talking about women. Ed was updating me on the 6-week challenge and listing off some criteria he looks for in women.

Me: I’m not much for lists any more ever since that girl I told you about. You remember the one who got a check mark in every box of my extensive list, yet I somehow forgot to make a box for nice.

Ed: Yeah. Even though I posted that stuff up on your blog I’m not much for lists either.

Me: Although there’s a bunch of other items for “the list” the one real deal-breaker I’m down to is that any potential girl has to be better than me at something I respect. It could be water-colours, differential calculus, or writing blog entries, just something I care about.

Ed: Ah, I’m not so sure. I see where you’re coming from but really, as long as it’s something.

Me: But what if she’s better at knitting? What if she’s the world champion macramae artist? Could you feign an interest in the trials and tribulations of international macramae competitions? Could you keep the act up indefinitely?

Ed: I guess you have a point.

Me: That and she needs to be nice too. Well kind really. I used to be quite wary of “nice” people I’d just met. I’d either think they were misleading me or were just simple.

Ed: (laughs)

Yeah, I've got issues with nice.


Thursday, December 16, 2004

And the boys from the NYPD choir are singing...

I'm feeling all wintery but not Christmasy yet. Shouting out Rudolph and Deck the Halls in the gym used to do it for me as a kid; now I have to rely on others. Time to scour the media library for some tunes and hopefully get a little more in the spirit.

I don't have much but here's the list thus far:


XTC - Thanks For Christmas
John Lennon - So This Is Christmas
Cocteau Twins - Frosty the Snowman
Silver Bells - Bing Crosby
Crosby/Bowie - Little Drummer Boy/Peace On Earth
Ramones - Merry Christmas (I Don't Want To Fight Tonight)
Pogues - Fairytale of New York
Handel - Messiah


It's A Wonderful Life (2 copies)
Miracle On 34th St. (remake)

I could use more, any suggestions?

Do kids in primary school still sing carols in the gymnasium, or is that not PC?


Tuesday, December 14, 2004

You Can't Write This Shit

(because no one would believe it, it just sounds too contrived.)

I'm out last night having a few pints with my sister at her billiards league. While (not) watching others shoot pool we were talking at length about a mutual acquaintance, MA, who is running into problems at work. Basically, MA takes her job WAY too seriously and in a supervisory role nit picks so much she makes life hell for all those under her. Her behaviour has become so intolerable that it has generated numerous official grievances filed by both those under her and others at her same level.

As we were talking my sister and I, well mainly me, applied a little pop psychology to the situation. The diagnosis, as is sadly typical, was that she has such a small life that she invests far too much of her self-worth into her job.

One of the people sitting with us, though not part of the conversation, is actively eavesdropping and occasionally interjects with the occasional "how anal", "how true", and "needs to lighten up" obviously paying more attention to our little chat than the pool.

Shortly after this part of the discussion wraps up my sister has to play against him in the league. The match progresses and although there was some drama Eavesdropper takes the contest in straight racks. Winning though was apparently insufficient for him; numerous times he would bang the table after missing a shot, more than once he loudly vocalized how upset (no kidding) he was with his performance, threatening to snap his cue and exhibiting numerous other tantrum like activities.

I thought he was listening when we were talking about MA. Some people need to get a life. Or at least listen once and a while.


Sunday, December 12, 2004


Sometimes events conspire and friends just drift apart. Sometimes it's not just coincidence.

I have a few acquaintances and some friends that make a living as screenwriters. Over a year ago one of them was interviewing for a job on a story team for a show that dealt with subject matter that they were unfamiliar with. As I did know a smattering about what the series would be dealing with this person called me up prior to the interview. I brought them up to speed with what was going on in the area and even helped suggest a few prospective story lines as this was likely to be part of the interview as well. I have no idea how much my input helped but they ended up getting the job.

As the job went along I’d be asked occasionally for ideas or feedback. I’d just shoot my mouth off and think nothing of it. I must have had some sort of impact as I learned that one of the characters who needed a surname was given mine. I’m still not sure how I feel about this as the role is a small one and a tad shady, but it was nice to be recognized (I guess).

Time flies by and this person and I have a bit of a falling out. There wasn’t any big blow out or anything but we haven’t talked in months. In this time the episodes of the show that they worked on have started to air and I’ve been watching as a number of the story lines that I suggested so long ago actually come to the screen. Now, this may or may not have had anything to do with me as they (somewhat) naturally follow from the subject matter but I find it curious. Even more curious is that one of the characters (not the one with the appropriated surname) shares a very specific trait with me; given the unusual circumstances the odds are reduced to about 1 in 30; odd but not out of the realm of possibility.

Now that’s a whole bunch of coincidences. One would think it likely that I was a significant help to this person. If someone helped me liked this I’d probably try and do something nice for them; a thank you gift, dinner, a bottle of Scotch, something like that. Perhaps naming the (shady) character after me was this thanks. But it’s not. My surname is generic yet fairly rare, perfect for this sort of thing; they needed a name and it was just easy for them to use. What bugs me is that assuming my input was important (it may not have been) there is no way this person would recognize it; they’re just too self-absorbed. I guess it’s no coincidence that I haven’t spoken to them in a while.


Saturday, December 11, 2004

Crabby Asked...

Crabby asked: Granola girl, naughty or nice?

Is GG nice? What’s nice?

From the Oxford Concise Dictionary the definition that seems closest.

6. (colloq.) agreeable (yes, she most often agrees to go out), attractive (uh-huh), delightful (well, no. she’s a bit of a pessimist), well-flavoured (wish I knew), satisfactory (see well-flavoured, no satisfaction yet), kind (little evidence either way), friendly (to me yes, she can apparently come off as aloof though), considerate (hmm, again limited evidence but she’s often late and forgets many details so, no), generally commendable (hell, nobody’s perfect so yes.)

Nice. What good is nice? To me nice is forcing oneself to be pleasant. I’m not nice. Give me kind with a little politeness any day; I can do without nice.

Naughty (from the same source)

(Used of, to, or by children, or in imit. of childish speech), wayward, disobedient, badly behaved; wicked, blameworthy, unbecoming, indecent

Frankly, she talks a good game but I've yet to witness any naughtiness from GG. Maybe the merest bit of mischief.

The question was likely to get me to elaborate on why I'm taken with GG. I know I didn't answer it; I'm naughty.


Thursday, December 09, 2004


I’ve really got nothing for you, some low level irritation, some stress over Christmas shopping, some stories that don’t wrap up nicely; nothing worth a good rant or tale. I’ve never really seemed to be all that good at gauging what others will find interesting so I’ll open this up for requests and I promise to write about what get the most votes (even if it’s only one).


Monday, December 06, 2004

Secret Santa

How well do you know your corner of the blogoshpere? What would you get your links/visitors/comments for Christmas? Try to keep it cheap but if you can't there's no penalty.

Radmila - A mixed CD of all my faves and a private cooking lesson to further hone her already prodigious skills

Icy - Vino, Wolf Blass & Bin 555 if I can't think of anything soon.

Snobby – CD’s, Death Cab For Cutie, Transatlanticism and The Postal Service, Give Up

Dantallion – A subscription for the Economist

Nancy – the x-Files on DVD; it's TV, it's got aliens, I hope she'll like it

Mikevil – Gin!

Markus – Books – Sci-Fi, The Sparrow, Mary Doria Russell and Perdido Street Station, China Mieville

Crabby - A book of essays by George Orwell including Politics and the English Language

Papa Rocker - Cleats. My team need him next year for ball.

Ed (who has no blog)– A new baseball glove – his is falling apart

Chip - A gift cerificate for the Silver Snail

Lynda. - My fave gender bending books Triton, Samuel R. Delaney and Myra Breckinridge, Gore Vidal


Thursday, December 02, 2004

Part 5

I’m sick of this wedding story. You likely are too.

So in short:

I got my brother ready.
I didn’t look too bad either.
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The bride looked great.
And the ceremony went very well.
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I thought Aunt did a much better job than the pastor the night before

The reception was a reception, nothing special.