I totally wore a Dead Kennedys shirt yesterday. You know, because I wasn’t thinking… Not that anyone noticed or even probably would have cared. But the coincidence is amusing to me.
Damn the post office!
They lost the thing I ordered.
They lost my cannon.
I have not actually ordered a cannon and it has not been lost.
Worth mentioning is that Marq and I went to see Inglourious Basterds on Monday. It was quite good. That’s all I’ve got for now.
So today was a hurricane hitting us day here in Halifax. It didn’t really amount to much of anything more than a typical storm as far as I could see. I went out for a couple of walks, one during the hurricane day and one after at night. I got soaked during the first one (which is of course the point of going for a walk in a hurricane). The second was just about as clement as weather can get. I like rain, but I’d still consider the second walk superior because of all the stars showing through.
The hurricane was named Bill. Every day of work in the few days leading up to the weekend had an article talking about Hurricane Bill and my mind always, just for a second assumed it was about how we’d be paying for the hurricane. Stupid mind.
If Vikings are here,
Who’s to say there ain’t Baboons?
Those types both hang out.
My ability to recognize constellations seems to be kaput. I can find Orion when he’s around (I don’t think he is at the moment) and occasionally I think I can find a Dipper, but that’s it. No wonder I haven’t been accepted into Awesome Space Guy School yet.
I have it on the good authority of people I trust that I once attended and graduated from something called High School. It doesn’t sound like something I would do, but I suppose people would know better than I do. So anyway, tomorrow is the reunion for people who graduated this strange place. while plenty of people are not going to be showing up because they live other places, or they have no interest or maybe they died of AIDs while robbing a liquor store, but I will be attending this thing.
The strange thing is, though, that apparently this gathering is just a bunch of people from the school going to some bars and drinking. On television and movies school reunions are always ceremonies in gymnasiums and people get awards for travelling the least distance to get there (or at least Homer Simpson did) but this is just a bar. Oh well. I guess if I want a classier more television-style reunion, I should go to school in television. I shall have to work on that.
I haven’t even noticed if the Popsicles that I have been eating almost exclusively for the last few weeks are actually Popsicle brand or some other brand, but either way, God bless them. With the giraffe days of Summer upon us, the apartment has been sweltering and making it hard for the nocturnal PDR to get his proper amount of sleep during the days (or even to sit comfortably around) but devouring frozen sugar/water nonstop has been getting me through.
According to Wikipedia they were by an eleven year of boy in 1905. That is pretty sweet too. Thank you Frank Epperson.
Well, it appears that I didn’t write any less during my busy month than I do any other average month. Go figure. I guess that’s going to hurt my ability to blame lack of posts on work… Oh well. I’ll just have to write here more often. Yeah. That’s what I’ll have to do.
So… Fire sure is fun…