Let’s see… Kip and I saw that Across the Universe movie. Not bad. Not much in the way of a plot, really, but maybe all musicals are like that, what do I know?

As I was walking home from the bus stop tonight some guys drove by yelling incoherently. The only thing I made out was “Allahu Akbar!” While I thought it was hilarious, I wondered shortly after if they were trying to be vaguely threatening by acting like “terrorists” or something. How drunk they clearly were really negated anything malicious they were trying to get across.

My ideal situation though would be that they were actually just really drunk and really thought God Was Great and felt like sharing. That would be nice.

In other news, I ate way too much candy today. I would do it again too. Try and stop me.

And finally: Inspirational lyrics to end my pose:

Kick, Punch, Turn,
I got the funky flow,
M-I-X the flour into the bowl.

Peace out.

Since last weekend I have been without my computer. I’ve gone that long without the Internet, but with no computer at all, it was killing me. And the fear that I had lost everything on my hard drive (which includes all manner of music/pictures/tv shows and things I’ve written dating back at least as far as ten years) made me even more upset. I’m an empty, lonely man and having no computer only made that worse.

What had happened was the mouse locked up while I was playing Counterstrike with Kip. I tried rebooting it to get it working again and it just never came back on. It would come up with a black screen with that little flashing dash where you’re supposed to type, but could not type or do anything. But when it was taken in to be looked at it came up fine for them and now as I try it again here and I haven’t lost my files. I guess that means there was nothing wrong with it beyond “It wasn’t working for a while and now it’s better.” Awesomeness. This makes me happy. I think maybe I’ll start backing stuff up on CDs maybe.

That said, I didn’t miss anything much, it would seem. Two emails and one MSN message. And 38 spam comments on this site. But still, I feel better knowing that.

In other news, tomorrow I shall be getting the last signature needed for my passport application. Soon the PDR shall be spreading his self all over the globe!

I guess that is enough for tonight. I am going to re-enter myself into the World’s Widest Web.

I remember now that when I have a good weekend it makes it that much more depressing when the weekend ends just as I’m getting into it. I could complain for hours…

It’s weird. Kip and Karen got married yesterday and, by strange coincidence there was this big ceremony where they were the guests of honor. Strange. It was pretty good, though.

I’ve suggested to Marq that we move the Contains2 to a new domain name, since he seems to feel it is impossible to change servers otherwise. I guess Contains2.ca would be the most logical choice after a dot-com. I just wish he’d do it sooner, so I could stop paying for the thing every month. I just wish I could get my email back…

And finally, they need to build a giant statue of a monster in every city. Then, as will inevitably happen they will all be struck by lightning, come to life and then we can pit them against each other to solve disputes. Disputes like abortion and capital punishment and global warming.

Few days back my bookshelf totally collapsed. DVDs, books and toys now cover the living room floor and I’m not picking them up until I buy a new bookshelf. For some reason Canadian Tire no longer sells bookshelves (that’s where I got the last one) so I have to find someplace that isn’t a minute away from my home. Sigh. That’s inconvenient, eh? At least the mess of the living room has nothing compared to that of my bedroom.

Kip totally made it by for a short visit today! It’s about time. The last four attempts at that failed. My day is always better when I get a dose of Vitamin Kip (AKA gibberish, insults and stupidity).

But I have to go to work an hour early now. I’ll complain about that. Complain!

That’s about it.

I just got the invitation to Kip’s wedding. This invite to his upcoming nuptuals are more proof than any other thing ever that Kip is a great big queer gay fag. Though the invitation clearly doesn’t come from Kip himself because it is for Patrick plus Guest. Kip probably knows better than most people that I’m destined to live and die alone.

In other news, I joined the damn Facebook. Sigh. I’ve become a semi-conformist.

And I had other things to say, but I’m in way too many MSN conversations to think of them right now. So go away.