Met some people yesterday. Nice people. I have plenty of nice things to say about them, if I can only get over the resentment I feel towards them for being so awesome. Damn.
Getting that “small world” vibe again: Nadia and I trade blog addresses, and late last night I read that she is another one of Those (y’know, “Them”) and that yes, once again I am feeling some subtle cosmic shove in the back propelling me towards SF and all the “people like us”. Can’t seem to be able to say with certianty whether I’d be…
Intimidated by a surfeit of smart, well-travelled, expressive, educated, creative youngsters, or…
Just plain annoyed by a surfeit of smart, well-travelled, expressive, educated, creative youngsters.
I wonder if I just might be a little more of a small-town hick than I know.
My InnerGalit assures me that I just need to get into that comfortable place; with myself, with others, with settings that neither confine me nor amaze me into inactivity.
Bah. Too tired and depressed and cranky to work it all out.
December 20, 2006
people
December 12, 2006
able-bodied
Somehow, I’ve become the last able-bodied person at work. This must explain how I’ve become so harried and busy lately. Scott blew his back up, and after several specialist consultations and an MRI, he’s scheduled for some serious drugs, perhaps surgery, and definately a long break from work. Freddy had a stroke(!) a couple weeks back, and was hospitalized with a brain infection, and while he’s doing well enough now, he’s pretty much out of the picture. James’s knee goes out every other day, so now he’s been left hobbling around in his knee-brace.
With Freddy out, I’m running the crane (somewhere between really fun and really nerve-wracking), but I generally refuse to get myself involved in any sort of paint or varnishing other than my own, and that being Scott’s main job, we’ve had to cancel plenty of brightwork and bottom jobs.
Today my left arm and wrist has been giving me twinges… or maybe I’m just that much more aware now that I’m the only worker left working at work!
October 30, 2006
my top friends
Cleaned out my MySpace friends list, and am already getting grief for it. Ha!
If it isn’t one thing, it’s another. Usually it’s the same ol’ whine of, “Why am I ranked #5 instead of #3 on your ‘Top Friends’?”. Lately it’s the call of, “Put me back on your friends list!”.
First off, I think MySpace is a huge waste of time; I only maintain a presence on there because I have a few friends who don’t communicate any other way. Overall it pretty much sucks; it feels like the pinnacle of phony-ness (thanks, Holden).
I’ll manage, change, and re-order my “friends” list any damn way I please, according to whatever weird reason (or lack thereof) strikes me at the time.
Furthermore, I think it’s just plain ridiculous that there’s people I know, locally here on this tiny island, who I haven’t heard talked to or seen in months, who suddenly crawl out of the woodwork to bitch at me for deleting them. Want to be my friend that bad? Call me up! Write me a real email! Move your ass around the corner and down the road to my place. And get over it already! Life is too short for this grade-9 cliqueishness and drama.
October 9, 2006
the internet is funny that way
So today during my lunchbreak, I’m flipping through the tv channels idly as my midday meal cooks (I’m back house-sitting for awhile), and what pops onto the screen but Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure. Whoa, flashback! I can’t help but watch.
A little bit in, I suddenly remember that Joan of Arc (in the movie) is really awesome, or at least I for one always thought so. When it gets to her scene, I’m all flashing back to highschool moviestar crushing. Still no idea who she is, and while I’m not a celebrity hound, I’m curious… Enter the miracle of the internet; Wiki, IMdb, etc., and I find my Joan. Jane, actually.
Turns out that Jane Wiedlin is actually a lot more well-known for her many other exploits, not the Excellent Adventure. But what do I know? I’m now thinking that she’s my new second-favourite 5′-tall chick guitar rocker, after Erin of course.
