For two months I've been calling this guy at work Russ when his name was actually Ross. No one corrected me thinking the Newfoundland accent was at play. I felt bad for a while until I found out he still thinks my name is Emo. Ahhh karma.

Just got complimented on my Mona Lisa Smile. I thought this was actually one of the more flattering shots of me, ah well. I guess that's what you get after just eating some Mystic Pizza.

Faithful laptop of 4.5 years is dying out on me so I had to order a new one online. It's been something I've been wanting to buy for a couple of years now and I'm trying to be excited about it but still I'm having a minor panic attack about paying it off the next 36 months. Love hurts.

Just got called a twinkbear on 411. Didn't really think I was either one but guess I may as well be some kind of hybrid.

Huh, funny how things suddenly pop up when you google yourself.

http://www.cpisc-csic.ca/eng/WorldSkillsComp.html

Ok, I'll admit I like to "play computer" but I really don't remember making that quote at all. I'm not nearly that positive.

PS Can someone teach me how to smile without looking like a dimpled jackass?

Aw Nertz.

Am a few days late of hearing about this and missed out on buying tickets to Alice In Chains coming to Toronto to the Opera House (conveniently located just down the road from my place!) My inner 16 year old is pissed off, but my rational side is reminding him that the band is undoubtedly crappier and nowhere near as good since Layne died.

At least the took a more dignified way to replace their lead singer than INXS I suppose.

Ok so living in Toronto I'm getting used to not being able to walk two feet without passing by some multi-cultural restaurant. There's pretty much everything here for everyone.

 

So why the hell can't I find a pizza place that actually makes garlic fingers? Or anyone that knows what donair sauce is? They're even tastier than the pizzas for the most part, why would they be an exclusive Newfoundland thing? I miss that cheesy garlicky taste of donairy deliciousness!

I saw my first gay Pride today. A lot of what I was expecting to see and a lot of surprises. I saw drag queens in lavish gowns, Spartan warriors handing out Trojan condoms, a naked elvis impersonator (which I guess is just a naked man with a ducktail hairstyle) bears, twinks, jocks, leathermen, parents and kids, Jack Layton dancing around on a float yelling “Happy Pride!”

I’ve been kinda stressed lately, so it was nice to be in such a atmosphere like there where everyone was just so…happy. I really choked up during the PFLAG float marching. I saw signs “Love is what makes a family” and “We love our lesbian daughter”  and I just teared right up. I don’t know why, I’m not normally sensitive about stuff like that, but just such display of love and acceptance really got to me. 

It’s been an emotional day and riding high on all those happy emotions I finally did something that I’ve been meaning to do for about 8 years now. I came out to my sister.

I’ve spent almost a decade coming to terms and accepting who I am, and during that time I began to love that aspect of myself. This isn’t the first time I’ve been proud of it, but right now I’ve never felt more proud to be a gay man.

Ok enough sap, it’s been the busiest day of my life, I’m tired and emotionally exhausted and need to get to bed.

Happy Pride Everyone

So I was in Chapters today and looking for a book to give to my nephew for his birthday. I stumbled across “I know an Old Lady who Swallowed a Fly.” I don’t know why she swallowed the fly, perhaps she’ll die.

 

I remember having fond memories of this book. It was absurd and cute. This version also had illustrations which added to humour. Strange how an animal lover like myself seemed to enjoy a book all about a gluttonous spinster munching out on her pets.

 

But one thing bothered me about this new reprint.

 

I know an old lady who swallowed a cow,

Don’t ask how she swallowed a cow,

She swallowed the cow to catch the goat,

She swallowed the goat to catch the dog,

She swallowed the dog to catch the cat,

She swallowed the cat to catch the bird,

She swallowed the bird to catch the spider

That wiggled and jiggled and tickled inside her,

She swallowed the spider to catch the fly,

I don’t know why she swallowed the fly,

Perhaps she’ll die.

 

(keep in mind “perhaps she’ll die has been repeated after ever page and animal she drives down her)

 

Last Page

I know an old lady who swallowed a horse

She was full of course.

 

…

 

What? Was Stephen Spielberg attached to this “remake?”

 

The original was “she died of course” but apparently that’s too risky for the kiddies these days. I guess it’s ok to allude to her death every single page, and feature the word “swallowed” more than any erotic fiction I’ve ever read, but you can’t let this hungry bitch get her just desserts (I’m so Punny!) at the end of the book? She eats her beloved pets and the neighbours livestock and just lays back and rubs her tummy. This is a better message to send to the kiddies? Gorge yourself? Don’t these children’s stories have some kind of moral teaching at the end? Are you kidding me?

 

In other news I don’t have a lot going on for me these days, so I’m finding myself getting annoyed by children’s literature and writing angry semi-diatribes about it. Wonder if there’s something more productive I can be doing with my time and energy. Wrath of the Lich King did come out last winter…

Just wanted to post and check out my little Penguin mood avatars. Look at the little guy go!

I'm using the bouncy icon cause it's cute and doubt I'll get to use it too often. I'm sure I'll get familiar with the complacent, apathetic and blah icons though.

Groggy too. I don't know what quixotic means, so maybe not him too much.

Question of the Day:

Is it wrong of me to give a couple of bucks to a homeless guy on the street based solely on the fact that he was extremely hot?

Alternative Question: Is it wrong of me to find a homeless guy on the street extremely hot?

Happy Birthday Larry!

Happy Birthday Kevin!

Ow, my hip!

Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah to all!

Well I’m pretty psyched today. Not only am I one day from finishing up with this program (and incidentally the most mind numbing semester I’ve ever had) but I also just found out today that I won this student print-off we had here, and I’m going to Toronto this August. It’s a national competition which makes me feel like I’m in bizarre world. This could be the years of low self-esteem talking, but the idea of me being in a competition across Canada, much less having a 1/6 chance of winning (there are only 5 other competitors) is almost laughable. Really. It’s silly to think that I’m the best Atlantic Canada has to offer in anything, even if it is something mundane such as printing. Keep in mind there were limits, such as age that greatly reduce the numbers of other competitors, so I’m thankful mom didn’t have her tubes tied in ’85.

Either way, I’m happy. I’m gonna be studying at the Heidelberg facility for a week, then competing against the other printophiles, enjoy the Toronto scenery and hopefully have some quality time with Steve again. This makes me feel good, cause last Tuesday when it was my turn at the print off I was needlessly stressed the fuck out. So this is a nice ray of sunshine after a stormy day. And it really does make up for the past 6 weeks of class which was the emotional equivalent to getting kicked in the balls every morning from someone with a steel-toed booth. So I’m gonna focus on repressing the past 6 weeks and focus on the fun I am gonna have this summer. If you hear of me winning this competition brace yourself cause reality has failed, and the rapture is surely upon us cause there is a better chance pulling a winning lottery ticket out of my dick than actually winning this thing.

Regardless wish me luck ;)

Hello world. Here I am.