I ordered a bunch of t-shirts a few weeks back and finally got them. The one with the Ghostbuster’s logo is especially shiny and glittery. I assume that means I accidentally ordered a girl’s shirt, but… still… it’s Ghostbusters. And being perfectly comfortable with my sexuality, I’m not going to give up having a Ghostbusters shirt just because of stereotypes against shiny clothing. So there.

And for the record, I’ve eaten like three tubs of Rocky Road ice cream this week to make up for not getting one when I wanted it that time. Oh yes, I can set goals and accomplish them. Threefold.

Little else to report at this time.

After something akin to a late-evening power nap, I heard rain and decided Patrick D Ryall had to go for a walk downtown, since that’s something he generally doesn’t do any more.

While I was there I was approached by members of a metal band with the respectable name of Knifehammer. Apparently they are playing a show tonight and handing out t-shirts in preparation of this. They told me where the show was and handed me a shirt. It was all cool. Then I went into Shoppers, bought a chocolate milk and forgot where they were playing.

I probably wouldn’t have gone anyway, what with being a reclusive loser, but it can’t be a good thing that I can forget that quickly.

But thanks to them, wherever they are, for coming all the way from Ontario exclusively to give PDR a t-shirt.

I was thinking today, I don’t like the color red as much as I used to. I think it’s because of cars. I’m just not really big on red cars.

At this moment, I can count thirty-five orange pylons from my bedroom window. That seems like a lot to me. I don’t think there’s really all that much road construction going on just now, so I assume something horrible is going on. Especially since there is also a tent set up. I wonder if it’s time for that thing with all the old cars that line up on the street and make a bunch of traffic that they seem to have every year.

I remember a commercial from some years back that seemed, as I recall, to imply that you can tell if a chicken (the dead kind what you buy for eating) is good if it is yellow. How the chunks does the meat turn yellow? How can I make my own flesh yellow for the benefit of those who shall eat me?

I got caught in a downpour a few days back and I really was soaked. Supersoaked, I would say. But the strange thing is, the jeans I was wearing are totally dry now. The t-shirt (green one with a 1-up mushroom) is still damp. This tells me two things: Even though jeans always take longer to dry in the actual drying-machines, t-shirts can stay damp longer if left in a ball. Also, it tells me that I ought to do some laundry tonight.

As for which color I do like on cars? Blue has really grown on me in the last decade or so. I now officially say that if I ever get a Patmobile-type-super-awesome-car, I would want it to be be blue. And shiny. And if it could fly, all the better. Also the ability to shrink would be awesome. Plus maybe lasers.

Indigo.

Violet.

In preperation for my father’s wedding this Saturday I’ve got:

• A haircut.
• A shave.
• New dress shoes.
• A new suit.
• A new fedora.

I think that’s everything. But I still feel like I’m missing something.

Now, I’m a slovenly man. There’s no denying that, but in a way I do enjoy getting dressed up all fancy now and then. It’s kinda impressive how I can go from looking like a homeless guy to being a halfway decent looking fellow. If only they made fancy looking suits that I could pull on like a t-shirt. And also they had short sleeves. And logos for like cartoon characters and stuff on them. And also I like to wear jeans. And more comfortable shoes, possibly with bright green laces. Also I’d have to do something about shaving and getting haircuts…

But I still partially like getting all dressed up.

I wrote this on MSN to Kip just moments ago and didn’t want to let if fade away. So now I’m putting it here:

“And now you’re gone. Woe to this fickle atmosphere of life. Mine eyes weep for the lack of beauty they see, but my ears know all the colors of the rainbow. Ere there was a planet, the souls of the damned laughed at my misfortune and called me the Mother of All Fools.”

In other news, I ordered T-Shirts from this website recently and one of them wasn’t in stock and the guy actually called me. As awesome as it was for him to do that for some Internet customer in another country I was at work so I told him I call him back. But my depression-fuelled procrastination and forgetfulness (plus after a while I lost the number) meant I never got around to it. But then I got a package with all the shirts anyway! Thanks the guy who runs that site!

And finally, a lesson in PDR Computers that you will never need to know:

Years ago I had a computer made up of bits and pieces from other computers that had died. I called it the Frankencomputer. Around this time I started using the term Computron to refer to it.

Eventually I upgraded the thinking bits of the machine, but kept the stuff like the keyboard, mouse and monitor. I figured I was taking the brains out of a zombie and putting it into another zombie to create a SuperZombie, so that is what I called that computer. It’s official title was Computron V.

I’ve since replaced the mouse (with a SpongeBob one) and have a new(er) keyboard, I think. And this year I upgraded my computer and it became Computron X. And now, as of today or yesterday or something I have a new monitor. I described it as the Superzombie giving up the ghost, so Computron X shall be called: The Ghost.

Thus, I am cool.