free cable tv... gone. just like that.
we hardly knew ye.
wait, yes we did. old episodes of the simpsons, reality tv, baseball games, old cheesy great brain candy movies, reality television, food network, reruns of dawson's creek in the morning. sigh.
Friday, July 29, 2005
Thursday, July 21, 2005
timeless activities
so my birthday is coming up in a little over a week. the big 2-9. i tend for forget how old i am now. not just because i'm getting older, but the late 20s birthdays themselves are unmemorable passages of time. not like when you turn 16 and you can drive and 18 and you can buy smokes or 21 when you can really start to damage your liver. hmm... all of these are potentially dangerous activities, why is that so exciting to us?
well... anyway i'm turning 29 but last weekend, you could have found me and my friend dane taking the screen out of my front window of my room. why? so we could throw eggs at my friends sara and jess as they walked out of my house to go for a run. the perfect crime.
i let fly with an egg, an awkward throw from the angle of the window and where they were walking. the egg BOUNCED off the lawn. Sara picked it up and chucked it right back up at my window, where it doesn't bounce and shatters on the wall just beneath my window.
dane's egg actually broke at their feet, but we found the 3rd egg he threw in the grass when we walked outside. it was intact. either the eggs are incredibly heavy duty, the grass is incredibly springy, or the regular laws of physics do not apply in canada. crazy. talk about a plan backfiring.
but then dane, dan and i played timesplitters 2. the most ridiculous/pointless but most fun video game ever. we bascially shouted for 2 hours. i was laughing so hard, i think i was hung over the next day.
well... anyway i'm turning 29 but last weekend, you could have found me and my friend dane taking the screen out of my front window of my room. why? so we could throw eggs at my friends sara and jess as they walked out of my house to go for a run. the perfect crime.
i let fly with an egg, an awkward throw from the angle of the window and where they were walking. the egg BOUNCED off the lawn. Sara picked it up and chucked it right back up at my window, where it doesn't bounce and shatters on the wall just beneath my window.
dane's egg actually broke at their feet, but we found the 3rd egg he threw in the grass when we walked outside. it was intact. either the eggs are incredibly heavy duty, the grass is incredibly springy, or the regular laws of physics do not apply in canada. crazy. talk about a plan backfiring.
but then dane, dan and i played timesplitters 2. the most ridiculous/pointless but most fun video game ever. we bascially shouted for 2 hours. i was laughing so hard, i think i was hung over the next day.
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
in the interests of exhibitionism
well, blogging to some extent is about sharing yourself. which sometimes turns into just plain narcissism. but really, we're all like that anyway. it's just that now we all know just how much.
so, i present to you my internet meyers-briggs test results. i don't know if i really agree with them. i hate the test anyway. i have trouble making decisions. comments on the accuracy of this are welcome.
on the life front, i had a good day. in a good space with my writing which is good because that was a major reason i came up here. it's a big rubber-meeting-the-road time. should be an interesting ride. which you will all know about (all 5 of you) because i will write about it.
peace out.
so, i present to you my internet meyers-briggs test results. i don't know if i really agree with them. i hate the test anyway. i have trouble making decisions. comments on the accuracy of this are welcome.
on the life front, i had a good day. in a good space with my writing which is good because that was a major reason i came up here. it's a big rubber-meeting-the-road time. should be an interesting ride. which you will all know about (all 5 of you) because i will write about it.
peace out.
Your #1 Match: ESFP |
The Performer You are a natural performer and happiest when you're entertaining others. A great friend, you are generous, fun-loving and optimistic. You love to laugh - and you like almost all people equally. You accept life as it is, and you do your best to make each day fantastic. You would make a good actor, designer, or counselor. |
Your #2 Match: ISFP |
The Artist You are a gifted artist or musician (though your talents may be dormant right now). You enjoy spending your free time in nature, and you are good with animals and children. Simply put, you enjoy bueaty in all its forms and live for the simple pleasures in life. Gentle, sensitive, and compassionate - you are good at recognizing people's unspoken needs. You would make a good veterinarian, pediatrician, or composer. |
Your #3 Match: ENFP |
The Inspirer You love being around people, and you are deeply committed to your friends. You are also unconventional, irreverant, and unimpressed by authority and rules. Incredibly perceptive, you can usually sense if someone has hidden motives. You use lots of colorful language and expressions. You're qutie the storyteller! You would make an excellent entrepreneur, politician, or journalist. |
Monday, July 11, 2005
blame it on the rain
extremely bitter about the amount of rain that has fallen this summer. tonight i will barbecue, regardless of the weather, even if i have to get someone to hold the umbrella while i grill. dammit.
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
blog blog blog
well... i forgot to mention that july 1st was canada day. it's somewhat of an oversight on my part, but really, canada day is not celebrated with as much flair or colorful explosions as the fourth of july. as much as i love that holiday, i am happy to be in canada, and to have a different perspective on the world. let's just say i haven't really been too into the rabid religiously-termed patriotism that has colored the country as of late.
but enough of that. i thought, for the few that read this, i would call attention to the links over there on the side. they're worth checking out. my old camp buddy nate henry sings in the band sherwood - he mostly drives around the country, eating bad truck stop food, sleeping in a van in between rocking out in various parts of america. they have yet to visit vancouver, which i am a little bitter about, but only because i want to be at a show and tell people that i know a guy in the band. my friend molly jenson lives in san diego. her hair color changes a lot, though she is always stylin', and has an amazing singing voice and plays a mean guitar and piano (though not at the same time, but i'd like to see it if she could). molly may or may not be playing in vancouver this fall. we've known each other for oh, almost 4 years now, but have only actually been in the same space for oh, about a total 3 weeks, plus many countless phone calls. she rules.
i'm tired. i will talk about my other friends later. soon. night.
but enough of that. i thought, for the few that read this, i would call attention to the links over there on the side. they're worth checking out. my old camp buddy nate henry sings in the band sherwood - he mostly drives around the country, eating bad truck stop food, sleeping in a van in between rocking out in various parts of america. they have yet to visit vancouver, which i am a little bitter about, but only because i want to be at a show and tell people that i know a guy in the band. my friend molly jenson lives in san diego. her hair color changes a lot, though she is always stylin', and has an amazing singing voice and plays a mean guitar and piano (though not at the same time, but i'd like to see it if she could). molly may or may not be playing in vancouver this fall. we've known each other for oh, almost 4 years now, but have only actually been in the same space for oh, about a total 3 weeks, plus many countless phone calls. she rules.
i'm tired. i will talk about my other friends later. soon. night.
Monday, July 04, 2005
day by day
still working and busy. it's frustrating sometimes - i feel like my summer, my time, is sliding by and i'm just trying to stay afloat. i end up cranky and tired, and my only feasible option is to stare at my ceiling for the entire afternoon - because if i was around anyone i'd rip their arm off and beat them with it. a necessary (and healthy, not to mention safe) thing to do, but not really how i'd like to spend most of my afternoons. and i have found myself too tired to do much more than this on many afternoons.
then there are surprising moments that remind me i'm simply alive and in the present, not just some machine going from task to task. spending a warm summer afternoon (which have been too few in this cloudy vancouver summer) in the backyard, in companionable silence with a friend, turning some leaves aside and discovering raspberries. i'm surrounded/bombarded with images continuously, yet with them i really see color, i really feel the ripeness as i pull them off the vine, and really taste the sweetness. transformed from a tired numbness, to resting in the moment and being satisfied.
the weird thing is, i can't really force these moments, or grasp after them, but to just take things as they come, try to slow down, and pay attention.
and then spend the evening watching a bad teenybopper movie, offering a scathing commentary and laughing really hard.
then there are surprising moments that remind me i'm simply alive and in the present, not just some machine going from task to task. spending a warm summer afternoon (which have been too few in this cloudy vancouver summer) in the backyard, in companionable silence with a friend, turning some leaves aside and discovering raspberries. i'm surrounded/bombarded with images continuously, yet with them i really see color, i really feel the ripeness as i pull them off the vine, and really taste the sweetness. transformed from a tired numbness, to resting in the moment and being satisfied.
the weird thing is, i can't really force these moments, or grasp after them, but to just take things as they come, try to slow down, and pay attention.
and then spend the evening watching a bad teenybopper movie, offering a scathing commentary and laughing really hard.
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