New hobby!

I've got a new hobby, almost. I signed up with the Archers of Caledon. Yes, I want to pick up archery. My brother has been doing it for some time now and I've been meaning to join myself but finally just took the initiative. From the way I'm writing this, it sounds rather fresh doesn't it? I should add, this sudden burst of initiative came out over three weeks ago. I signed up three weeks ago and am still waiting for them to process my membership application. They didn't waste any time taking my money but actually setting me up, uh no, that must takes weeks of course!!!!

I'm pissed. In any case, my bow looks really cool!

My blog ate my post :(

A few moments ago, I was feverishly writing about my favourite blue robe and how it's fuzzy and cozy and all that nice stuff. How it has an affinity for static and has a bad habit of shocking me, especially around my computer and loved ones ... and then zzzip! I scrolled too high or something while typing and then it was gone. GONE!!! All gone ... you know ... like gonzo, areva derchi, adiós, syanara ...

And now I'm left with nothing to write and you nothing to read. Humpf, whatever ... I hungry. Tataa.

A day in my shoes ...

There's a big black jeep on my back. Tailgating me hard. You have no idea how many bad drivers I run into in a day. A greater part of my time is spent driving around from site to site solving people's problems. All-the-meanwhile, I swirve and swirl trying to avoid your little granny who can hardly see over the wheel and testosterone Bill who thinks passing that extra car makes his penis a little larger.

There's a big black jeep on my back. Tailgating me even harder. He presses but I don't respond. I look back now, wanting to get a good look at my adversary. He's old but still lively. He has a long white beard and is very neatly groomed. His hat is red, lined in white and has a matching coat too.

I can't help but laugh aloud. And it doesn't go unnoticed. He backs off ... he knows the battle is lost too.

Mini-update (fact list)

1. I've spent more time preparing for the wedding than I've been looking for a job.
2. Queen's University will take your money anyway they can.
3. Hamilton drivers are very aggressive.
4. Hamburgers have way more calories than most people realize.
5. I eat way too much pasta.
6. Time is money and many people will willingly take both.
7. I miss my blogger friends :(

Yours,
Neutron

V-formation!!

True story. It's Friday August 1st (long weekend) and I'm driving down the 403, west end Toronto. Traffic is tight and patience is thin. I'm in a real hurry you see ... I gots to see my baby. It's been 13 days, 19 hours, 37 minutes and 44, 45, 46 ... seconds since I last saw her. I hate long distance relationships.

There's some fool with a sharp haircut and dark sunglasses driving a white Chevy Impala and no hubcaps. Everyone mistakens him for a cop and traffic is even slower. In a desperate move, I switch lanes hoping to somehow get around him. No dice. Ten minutes go by and suddenly, I'm pulling ahead. Way ahead. I look behind me and the Impala is goosing it. Literally. There's a lone goose flying at eye level, leading the pack of cars including the Impala. The goose is working it, people are honking at it and I'm passing them all by.

Thanks goose. Best to stick with the skies.

Peculiar day.

I sleep late and wake up early. Work is piling on and I feel the crunch. I sleep again and wake up earlier this time. The cycle perpetuates and feeds itself. Like an angry beast it wants more and more and grows bigger and uglier. It becomes a glutton and eventually out grows itself and can no longer support its own weight. The system fails.

People, I'm experiencing system failure.

The weird thing is, I don't actually stop working during my system failures, things just slow down. Waaaay down. Take for example this computer model I'm making. Under normal conditions, I could make it in three hours ... I'm currently on 28.

Oddly enough, it's when I'm at my lowest that the most awkward things come about. I walk into my office and notice a bee on the ground. A bee so magnificent and beautiful, with wings so large that even a bird would be jealous. I carefully examine the bee, wondering why such a strong and glorious thing was on the floor. I kneel down before it and no reaction. I carefully brush it with my hand ... and it moves, but ever so slightly. Maybe it's wings are damaged? Nope, they're perfect. Maybe an appendage had been crushed? Nope, not that. Hmm ... I suspect foul play. It's probably poison. What to do with a poisoned bee? I probably should mention that I've wanted a pet bee for quite a long time. I know, kinda weird, but we'll save that for another post. Anyway, maybe I can take him home and nurture him back to good health. Maybe he'll somehow learn to identify me and sort of connect with me. Maybe I'm being childish and there's a half dead bee in front of me that is suffering terribly. All it takes is one swift stomp and royalty is gone forever.

I skip off work half-an-hour early. It's been a long day, system failure remember? I'm really rushing home ... I mean I've had enough and the fact that I'm rushing home, pretending I have something better waiting for me but don't, is besides the point. I'm rushing home and the last light before my house is red. I jay-walk without seconding guessing because that's how we roll. Anyway, two seconds later some mom is cussing me out because I jay-walked in front of her kid as she was trying to teach the child what not to do. Okay, not the best of things on my part, but I was pissed. I could sit here and tell you what right does she have and blah blah blah. But I won't, I'll just do what I did with her.

I just walked away.

(Courtesy of: www.shout.ru)

Desert rose.

10 pm, Sunday night. It has been a long ride home. Four hours to be exact and I’m feeling pretty anxious. I’m the last person to get off the train because I was the last person to get on. The buses don’t run on Sunday nights so I line up at the cab stand. There are about 50 people ahead of me and at this rate, it’ll take me at least another hour before I get home.

I look up at the stars looking down on me. The couple behind me does the same and quickly loses interest --they don’t see what I see. Reflections. Our sun in only one of many stars and the moonlight is only a reflection of our sun. When I look up at night, my face is the moon and the stars are my sun. I am the reflection of a thousand little stars, light years away. No --they don’t see what I see. How many of them reflect?

I step out of line and make my way to the front. The people I pass believe me to be a cheat and a liar. But I am neither.

Are any of you heading to campus?

At first they look at me in surprise.

We can all save time and money if we carpool.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“I’m in.”
“Me too.”
Great, that make four of us.
“Let’s grab that next cab coming this way.”

We all poise ourselves in anticipation, as if ready to pounce on our prey. We are the first to react and no one questions our authority. Not even the girl one spot ahead of us.

Oh my god, I’m sorry. We just totally cutted in front of you.

She’s shy and meek. “Oh, that’s okay. I’ll catch the next one.”

By this time everyone else had already loaded their things and taken their seats. The die was cast.

Once again, I’m terribly sorry. We didn’t notice.
“Hey that’s alright, no one does.”

She didn’t say that last part but I felt it. As we drove off, my heart sunk to my stomach. Stupid stupid stupid … I am sooo sorry. I wish I could give you a thousand sorry’s … and I know that would never be enough.

Exhale ...

Today has totally been one of those days. I have to admit, when I first signed on, I was planning to rant and tell you about all the things that didn't happen. But instead, why not channel all that energy and write something positive? If nothing nice happened today, then I'll tell you of nice things from yesterday.

About a year ago, I met my fiancée and told her that I loved her. I know what it means to never look back.

About a month ago, I traveled long and far and helped a friend. I wish I could do it again.

About a week ago, I hugged my mom and she hugged me back. I love her with all my heart.

And today I write to you and we read together. All of sudden, everything looks better.

Going camping.

Hi everyone. So I'm gonna be away for the next few days but I thought I'd leave you all a little something before I did. I found this pic on pandimasbox. Beautiful.

To assume is to make an ass out u and me.

It doesn’t take long for it to hit that I’m back in Toronto again. Oh, did I forget to mention? I’m back in the big city for a couple of days to visit the folks. I really love those two … they’re sweet, dependable and never quite understand what I’m saying. Really, I think parents should come with a disclaimer or something, like one of those pharmaceutical drug commercials:

Parents are not suitable for everyone. You may experience drossiness, strong headaches and bouts of paranoia. Please consult your doctor before visiting if any of the following apply to you:

1. High blood pressure.
2. Are pregnant or are nursing.
3. Suffer from any condition affecting your brain.

Anyway, I’m on the platform waiting for the subway and notice these two little blue eyes gazing at me in the distance. They quickly look away. She’s fair skinned and has long blond hair. She looks up again but this time reveals much more. Her face is round but is slightly disfigured. I noticed regions of black and blue. I can’t help but think of the terrible things that might have happened to this sweet, innocent young girl. She’s shown too much now and she knows it. This time she sets her sights to the floor. The floor is indifferent and never gives back. Not even a reflection and she takes comfort in that.

Maybe she’s in an abusive relationship. Maybe she was beaten or worse, raped. Get it together man, it doesn’t have to be all bad. Maybe she’s actually lucky … a survivor, a fighter. Maybe she had a bad car accident and survived. Maybe she’s an Olympic boxer and just won a tough fight. Maybe a figure skater who just had a bad fall. And as she sits in the seat across from me, I start to feel better. I remember never to make assumptions. It isn’t just her face that’s blue but the whole left side of her. And not a new blue but an old one. One that is deep and lies beneath her skin. Maybe she was born this way. Maybe she’s just like you and me.

On the hunt.

Over the last seven days or so, I've been working almost non-stop. In fact, today is the first day in a while that I didn't wake up at five in the morning to start on my work. During this time, my diet has essentially been nullified. I'm actually usually quite strict when it comes to that sort of thing, but I've just been so overwhelmed that it (among other things) have been forced to suffer.

An interesting observation, I've noticed that with the less food I eat, the more productive I am. Now, I'm not talking to the point of starvation, but a healthy hunger. I eat, but just barely enough. I almost feel like it's awakening some kind of carnal instinct in me. Maybe like the good ol'days, when we'd hunt and eat so that we could go and hunt again. A very purposeful meal indeed.

chronic blogger

when i first started this blog thing, i could never have imagined how much time I'd be spending on it. i woke up this morning at around 8 am, starting working on a new header at around 9:00 and I'm just beginning to wrap things up now (midnight). breaks were minimal, socializing non-existent, but i did manage to get some food. there's a little chip truck not too far from campus which i visit, oh i don't know ... about once every six months. well today just happened to be one of those days and the neat thing is, you never know what you're going to get. they're a little careless with their work i guess, which would normally be a bad thing but in this case, it's terrific. there's always these little left-overs in the fryer basket: onion rings, curley fires, the regulars and maybe even a few fish batter crumbs. yummi?? sounds disgusting, i'm sure - but trust me, it's really good. kinda reminds of Forrest and his box of chocolates.

anyway, hope u guys like the changes. feedback would be great!

My first and onlyiest post.

Hi everyone,

It's 1:30 am in the morning and I've just spent the last five hours trying to decide on a blog title. "I like ping pong" - so what do you guys think?

Is anyone out there?