I hate fishing for pity — spouting off nonsensical whims of self-absorbedness to seek the sympathetic sighs of other souls that too many people seem to fall back on to buffer their own experiences into something more tolerable, as if they all care about our problems — but yesterday was really screwy.

1 :: Which is the story of “Harry Potter and the Amazon(.ca) Adventure” will be told in greater detail when all matters have resolved: for now I’ll just say that it looks as though it might be a happy ending, and — despite the flumbles of everyone involved — I am now officially at a 32.65% “potter” stati. Nothing to scoff at — unless you’re Karin (or one of her eager pals) who has already finished the gargantuan tome. I read a bit at lunch today, but I’m still not quite one third done.

2 :: Which is the epic adventure of Brad’s bonus PS2 deal, wherein he scored two (previously played) games for less than the cost of renting them. Karin is in for some serious bombad racing this evening — considering she almost completely ignored my late return home last night in favour of the aforementioned reading material.

3 :: Which is the momentous change in management — yet to be officially announced, so that’s all I’ll say for now.

4 :: Which is the threat of media attention in a sub-tied press release that had us worried about what to say and how to say it when the news fell from the sky. T plus 6 and a half hours, but still no calls. Everytime the phone rings I’m looking for a seriously quoted conversation, yet I’ve been safe thus far.

5 :: Which was the turbling year-end barbeque at Kit’s Beach with the cubs. Lots of food and the anticipation of the upcoming weekend death-camp. Tim had me take a digipic of some KFC (PFK) and his girlfriend — an event I’m still not sure I understand completely — and I transmitted it to him with elated joy from his end. Politics and deep sea fishing were the conversations of the eve, and I didn’t end up getting home until after ten. That’s barely enough time to breath.