Posts Tagged ‘day-to-day’

October 4, 2017

Since I have this space, here are two thoughts for anyone who happens to see them.

1. A week or so ago, I woke up in the middle of the night. I was laying on my side. The covers were largely undisturbed. From the neck down, I was toasty warm. My head was on a freezing cold pillow. I had no aches, no pains. Hadn’t slept on any part of myself wrong. Didn’t have that late-night feeling of “I COULD get up and go to the bathroom but I’m too lazy.” Nothing. I wasn’t wide awake – just kind of drowsy. Before I fell back asleep, I realized that this was the most comfortable I’d ever been in my life. I’ll be chasing that feeling forever, but I figure it might be all downhill from here.

2. The other day, my wife was talking about a book that someone wrote near the end of their life. The theme was, in essence, “now that I’m nearly done here, let me tell you what I REALLY think about THIS fuckin’ guy.” I love this idea. I’ve had some anxiety around the whole “death” thing lately – I’m starting to realize I won’t likely be the guy who figures out how to avoid it – but this might make the whole process worthwhile.

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December 18, 2013

Awesome morning. I was on the bus and these two people get on, a guy and a girl. They come sit in the back where I am sitting along with three or four other morning bus regulars. She sits down and laughs “someone’s gonna want to buy this.” I assume that they’re finishing up a conversation and I’m hearing one line out of context. No. She opens her bag and pulls out a Sylvania DVD player, still in the box. “I can’t believe I walked out of the store with this,” she says. She shoves it in one guy’s face. “Look at how small they make them now! AHAHAHAHAHA. They call them ‘compact.'” The guy does one of the best dismissive nods I’ve ever seen. It does not dissuade her, however.

Her man wants to see the DVD player, so she hands it over. While he examines it, she goes back into her bag. She’s got CDs, “DVD movies,” and “Axe products” (which she helpfully spells out as A-X-E, just in case we were confused). I am completely fascinated by this display, and yet I am avoiding eye contact as though my life depended on it. Meanwhile, she’s laughing because one of the CDs is by Rod Stewart. “How old is this?! HAHAHAHA. But still good!”

Absolutely nobody on the bus is acknowledging that anything at all is happening.

Meanwhile, her boyfriend is pawing through the DVD box. “I thought this was a Blu-Ray,” he says. “It is!” she replies. “It says so right there!”

In giant print on the front of the box: HDMI DVD PLAYER

He flips the box around, openes it up, pulls out the remote, looks it over with some degree of confusion, all while she’s trying to convince him that he has a Blu-Ray player. He gives up and hands it back. She starts reading specs out loud. “H… D… M… I… DVD player with U… S… B… I can’t believe I walked out the door with this!” She pauses… she’s got something. And she delivers: “…the STORE door!” The rhyme makes her cackle.

I decide that this is clearly God’s way of telling me that I should get off the bus a stop early and pop by Tim Hortons on the way in to work. Hooray for breakfast wraps.

because I’m apparently a six-year-old

March 3, 2013

Every year, they do this thing at the mall downtown where several groups create sculptures out of canned goods. It’s done to raise awareness of hunger, and once it’s done, all the cans are donated to the Food Bank. All good stuff.

Here’s a picture of one of the sculptures, as seen from the second floor. It’s by the local gas company; it’s their flame logo with the words “Food 4 Energy” written in fruit strips.

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I made a point of looking at it from above because this is what I saw when I first walked past it:

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IT SAYS POO

This was clearly worth my first non-concert-review post in a year or more.

 

 

February 2, 2012

Got my Tumblr posts cleaned up and uploaded to this place. If you have this blog in your RSS reader (by which I mean, “if you’re my wife”), I’d be interested in knowing whether that pile of backdated posts shows up in there. I don’t want to be the guy cluttering up your internet on you, but there’s a lot more where that came from.

At least there weren’t that many posts this time out. There also wasn’t much that needed editing, so I really could have had it done weeks ago, but I got lazy. I also had an ear infection which took me out of commission for a day or two, which really didn’t affect anything, but I’ll mention it here so that you’re sympathetic to my plight instead of critical of my procrastination.

I usually make some sort of attempt at being funny (or at least interesting) when I post stuff, but man, those Tumblr posts are pretty lame. I tried to be a bit more serious and instead just came across as whiny, neurotic, and completely unable to make up my mind about website titles. And that one post where I said “blog” about 200 times might be the worst thing I’ve ever written. Who could possibly care?

Speaking of bloggity blog blog shut the hell up nonsense, my Tumblr just lists “posted one year ago” for each entry, so the dates here are my best guesses and nothing more. And when I reference Blog #5 that never got one post, I meant this place. 

Speaking of AH GOD NOBODY CARES SHUT UP ALREADY, I am going to post about wrestling next. Lucky you!

January 16, 2012

Made some headway in cleaning up old blogs this weekend. My Tumblr posts are basically set to go (all five of them) and I deleted dozens of old LiveJournal posts. Aaron asked if I felt bad about deleting chunks of history like that, and I really don’t, since I didn’t delete anything worthwhile. All of my posts that were nothing but copied-over Twitter updates are gone, as are most of my “Writer’s Block” posts (LJ posts a daily question, and I went on a few stretches where I would answer a month’s worth of them). 

I should have saved the Writer’s Block posts, really. Most of the questions are insipid and most of my answers were testy because I had to answer said questions, but there were a few good half-baked thoughts there that I could have fleshed out into something more for when I need ideas for this place. Like right now!

January 13, 2012

I made a spreadsheet to track my 2012 purchases in seven categories:

  • video games
  • DVDs/Blu-rays
  • books/magazines
  • CDs/MP3s
  • theatre movies
  • internet (pay-site costs; I pretty much expect that this will amount to my monthly $10 Wrestling Observer site bill and nothing more)
  • concert tickets

I may add more categories. “Concert tickets” weren’t a part of that list when I started writing it.

Anyway, the idea is to total up how much I spend on each of these groups in a year. I buy too many books I never read, CDs I never listen to, video games I never play, and DVDs I never watch. That money could be saved for trips or home improvements or things that might actually improve my life instead of just cluttering it.

Right now, in a bit of a shocker, books and magazines are in the lead. This started with a trip to Chapters to buy some discount graphic novels, and the lead increased when I renewed my subscription to Games World of Puzzles magazine.

I would like to note that the fine folks behind that magazine, Kappa Publishing, were kind enough to send me a free magazine to replace one that I accidentally left on the plane when we went to Hawaii last fall. I’d even offered to pay but they just went ahead and gave it to me. They earned their subscription renewal with that move.

Anyway, I don’t think books and magazines will stay in the lead for long, as I’m pretty sure that I spend more money on video games than on any of those other categories. I suppose we’ll see.

I’m not sure what to do about money that was spent last year. I have tickets to four upcoming concerts that I paid for last year (Norm Macdonald, Electric Six, John K. Samson, and the Regina Folk Festival, if you were wondering), and I have Xbox points and 3DS eShop credit that I put on my account last year. The video game tally would surely be higher if I had to count all of my Rock Band 3 song purchases that I’ve already paid for. I suppose I need to document those too, in the interests of fairness.

Man, bookkeeping is HARD.

I’m not trying to use this spreadsheet to discourage myself from buying these things just yet. I need to collect data before I act on it. Having said that, I assume that forcing myself to document my stupid purchases will result in me making fewer stupid purchases to begin with.

I did a similar thing once before to back up my assertion that I more-or-less broke even on lottery tickets. I documented every purchase and every win for a year. And when I saw how wrong I had been, I didn’t buy another ticket (apart from Christmas stocking stuffers) for three years.

January 12, 2012

On Monday, I was out for an afternoon coffee break with two coworkers, Rick and Cam. Cam looks at his phone and asks “Who’s (Name Redacted)?” Rick explains that Name Redacted used to work on our floor, she retired about a year ago, right around the time that Cam had joined our floor. Then he adds “why do you ask?”

“She’s dead.”

Shock.

I didn’t get the email so I wound up reading it over Cam’s shoulder. Seems that this lady had hurt her ankle recently – maybe broke it – and a blood clot developed and it killed her. I was in disbelief. She’d retired relatively young and was in really good shape. We weren’t super close or anything, but I’d seen her just days before when we crossed paths in the mall, and she looked to be doing quite well. Coffee talk turned to discussions of people who’d died before their time. When we got back to the office, you could hear gasps and “oh my God” and “did you see this” as people checked their email.

A half-hour later, we got an email update that said she was fine. No idea where this rumour started. Even her ankle was unharmed. (Hence “Name Redacted” up there – I don’t want to attract any Googlers with poor reading comprehension skills and risk spreading the rumour any further.)

And I was mad, you know? How does something this irresponsible happen? And then I took a second, realized that this was way better than the alternative, and settled back into my day.

Meanwhile, I mentioned this incident in passing on Facebook. A coworker who I had also seen on that coffee break replied “no, James, it’s okay, I just sprained my ankle!” I thought she’d been following the emails and was making a funny. Then she sent me a picture of her bruised, swollen ankle and asked who the emails were about. So in the span of about 90 minutes, she had ACTUALLY injured her ankle, just like the fake story in the email. Ridiculous.

On the bus ride home, a punk stoner kid was loudly extolling the virtues of Rush Hour 2. I’ll take his word for it.

August 1, 2010

Changed the name here. I decided that I’m probably gonna tell some people about this place. Cleaned up older posts accordingly.

I don’t know what I think of the new name. It feels okay – certainly better than the dreck that was there before. I may be an alleged writer but I am horribly bad at coming up with clever names and headlines and titles and whatnot. That’s an artform all on its own.

So. Bought a house! Yes. Very exciting. Sometimes I think about all the work that needs to be done and all the money that needs to be spent and I panic a little bit. I know it is irrational. Anyone can own a house, including lots of people way stupider than I am. And they all get by. I, too, will get by. Even if there’s stuff I don’t know how to do yet. Like fix a door, replace a dryer vent, switch the polarity of a plugin, or live with someone.

July 8, 2010

I have something to write that I don’t want to bother with. So I’m here instead. Just spent a half hour reading a friend’s blog from start to finish (technically, from finish to start since I was working backwards) and now I am inspired to… do not as good a job as she does.

I like not putting titles on my entries here. I’ve decided that.

I booked tomorrow off from work. Ten minutes later, I got invited to a meeting. I decided I’d still take the morning off, but now I think I’m just going to go in at my usual not-quite-on-time time. May as well.

I think maybe my girlfriend won’t like living with me all that much. All of this “I have tomorrow off wait no I don’t,” “I got us concert tickets oh wait I can’t go oh wait now I can,” “Work will be slow today oh wait here’s a last-minute bombshell from a salesperson who dropped the ball and now I have to work until 2:00 a.m.” nonsense is probably a lot easier to take when you’re one city away.

Not sure how much of that is a flaw with my job and how much of it is a flaw with me.

I do have quite the range of flaws. I’m very impatient. Easily frustrated. I am not good at hiding my emotions, which is bad when you’re prone to brief fits of ill-temperment that you know are stupid and pointless and will not last. I don’t have a lot of opinions of my own; I’m not that creative and I am easily swayed by a good argument (or, more often, a not-so-good one).

And I get to manage myself at work, but mostly that involves me taking on anything brought to me, because I feel guilty about the time I waste when there’s nothing to do. My workload is all peaks and valleys, and it’s unpredictable. Sometimes this leads to a lot of waiting, so when someone asks me to put together a huge rush job on a moment’s notice because they forgot something or got lazy or assume that my job is effortless or pointless, well, I feel like I have to. I think I could count on one hand the number of projects I’ve turned down in six years. None are coming to mind at all right now but there has to have been something.

How the hell did I get started on this? Oh well, it was on my mind, I guess.

I don’t watch sports except for MMA but sometimes I get very interested in big sports stories. I read this one message board, and while it has more than its share of morons, there are some people who are posting some really insightful stuff about LeBron James, or that pitcher who was robbed of his perfect game, or those two players at Wimbledon whose game went on forever. I think I really like the concept of sports. Maybe I’m becoming a man. It’ll be nice to finally get some bass in my voice.

June 23, 2010

You know what I like? Getting up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. Sure, it is kind of a pain, and you stumble around in the dark and then blind yourself with the light and you inevitably stub your toe. But. When you come back, the spot you were laying on has cooled off, as has your pillow. And you lay down, and you’re still all dozey sleepy, and you don’t have to pee anymore and that feels delightful, and your bed and your pillow is cool, and that’s all just great.

I also love getting stones in my shoes because it feels so good after you take them out.

When I was a kid, I used to keep my pillows in the freezer so they’d be nice and cold when I went to bed. They wouldn’t stay cold for as long as you’d think. One time I poured a little water on a pillow before putting it in the freezer in hopes it would freeze solid and stay cold longer. At 33, the many flaws in this plan are readily apparent. At 14, they were not.