One day until the weekend. One day until the weekend. ONE DAY UNTIL THE WEEKEND! Don’t get me wrong — I really like my job so far — but I could really use the break. I just want to sleep in again!
Realty TV hits a new low – no, really this time!
What’s this? I’m sitting here on my living room floor sipping some pink lemonade and contemplating this bizarre attempt at entertainment that has appeared this evening on FOX. It’s called Surprise Wedding 2 and as far as I can tell the premise of this show is that seven women of varying intelligences have secretly manipulated their “commitment-fearing” boyfriends to Las Vegas, only to lure them onto a huge auditorium stage under false pretenses and confront them with the words: Hi, and welcome to your wedding.
Now, I don’t hold against them the look of bewildered surprise on these guys faces. I do wonder what kind of psychotic woman would think that any guy under these circumstances would not turn tail and run away very fast. And I do wonder what kind of psychotic television producer woke up one morning and thought this would make an award winning TV show.
Admittedly, I only know what I like, and usually I really like reality TV shows — I’ve watched both Survivors, tuned in longer than I should have for Big Brother last summer, and given at least a few hous to each of the other variety of flips and flops that have appeared in the meantime — but, guys, come on — this is really stupid!
Geese and little green things on the sidewalks
I don’t mind birds. In fact I’ve known a few good birds in my time — Donald Duck and family, Tweety, and of course, who can forget about Big?
Unfortunately, experiences here in Vancouver have somewhat altered my opinion. It would seem that everywhere you go — at least on the street where I walk to get to work — there are birds. And no, not just any birds: big, angry, vicious — and apparently fed on a high fibre diet — Canada Geese. They wander the streets, watch you as you cautiously wander by, and follow you as you try and get away. Needless to say, the sidewalks are a regular obstacle course.
Oh, and did I mention the gulls down around Granville Island? They could swallow the geese whole. And for some reason, people are always sitting in their leftovers. I don’t know — whatever?
Guess your weight…?
So I was out exploring the lunch prospects the other day. In the area where I work there are little restaurants all over the place. I did discover this cool little deli, however, about a block and a half from the office. They have a bunch of tasty looking dishes to browse, but the highlight of the place is the salad bar gimmick: fill your plate, and if you guess the exact weight of your purchase you win your lunch! Statistically speaking, this probably happens once a year, but still it’s pretty nifty, and I could really go for a free meal.
If nothing else, there is a cool park overlooking the mountains across the street where you can eat. I sat there yesterday — about half an hour I sat there — yes, and as I sat there, this guy was skipping rope on the far end of the park. I was sitting — he was skipping — I was sitting — he was skipping — for half an hour non-stop — I was sitting — are you impressed yet?