Do people in this city know what STOP sign is???? I thought it was pretty basic, but I guess I’m just a silly pedestrian and don’t know any better…
So — some words to the idiot children who continue to crash their parents vehicles into telephone poles and each other, and have now done so only a few blocks from my apartment: you are very stupid and – guess what – you are NOT in a movie! And a word to the parents who allow their (very stupid) teenage children to drive their eighty-THOUSAND dollar vehicles at four in the morning through this city: maybe we need to impose graduated licenses for parents, and not just for your “gangsta” offspring who (at the very VERY MOST) can put some of the blame on hormones and a media-drunk McSociety…
I’m seeking inspiration: no one ever said that writing is easy. Try to write when you are not inspired by the content. Is that even possible. Sometimes you just need to jostle things around a little bit and hope things start to make sense. It’s like that now. I’m supposed to be writing something for work, but the thoughts are still mixing and stirring together. Eventually it will all flush out of my head in one explosive burst, and then voila: an article – but until then…
I’ve decided to write a book. Ok. So I’ve said that a million times before and I’ve tried – started – paused – lost it – nearly as many. However I think what I really need is motivation. The stories are there. The words seem to come together just fine whenever I sit down to a keyboard. I just need more motivation. I need to write something that interests me: whatever that might be. And I need to find somewhere to write. Location, location, location… isn’t that the mantra of.. well I don’t remember, but it works for me too. Right now my computer is sitting beside my television… which sucks really…but only as far as the typing thing goes. Try lying on the floor with a keyboard and you will discover how uncomfortable that can be.
I have tried to solve this with a simple addition to my digital collection: I bought one of those PDA/Handspring-things over Christmas. This is cool, simply because I have a word processor built into it. But try writing a novel letter by letter using one of those little stylus-things and you will rediscover the meaning of tedious… Hense, when the porta-keyboard I ordered off the internet arrives I will be able to explore the city and type when the urge strikes… it may look silly, but what doesn’t.
Mr. Noodle… the ultimate cheap lunch! Just add boiling water.
So now it’s really lunch and I’m still feeling a little depressed about my plants. Ok, I’ll preface this with the story of my wonderful ivy plants who have survived and (until last week) flourished in this “tropical” climate… a welcome change from that dry arctic Edmonton suite. The other day I noticed the leaves starting to spot a bit. Sigh. And upon closer inspection: little tiny cobwebs all over the place. Ultimately the verdict was that my prized potted weeds had succumbed to the scourge of spider-mites. Last night I performed some minor surgery and hacked them into little bits, saving the salvageable stems and replanting them in fresh soil. But alas, I doubt they will every recover to their former glory. So like I said.. very depressed.
On the up side: the cable guy came over and set me up with some medium-speed cable internet. Sweet. But then when he left he forgot his little tester thing and I had to go chasing down the stairs and out the front door to catch him. He was kinda dozy anyhow, so it kinda figures…
Oooh… cool. A site where I can ramble incoherently and not bother with troublesome webpage formatting. For all the people who used to read my writings and got frustrated when I stopped posting updates on my life here in Vancouver… sorry, but do you know how painful it is to edit those webpages, format, and upload a fresh bit of mindless drivel every day? If you don’t… then try it. You will quickly learn.
Thus continues: the life of brad… whatever that may encompass.
Yes, this is MUCH easier….
Many days have passed since I last filled one of these pages, but I’m sure Karin would have had something to say if I had plunked myself down in front of my computer while she was here in Vancouver visiting me.
Karin was here last weekend! She came to visit me here in my lonely world. I picked her up at the airport on Friday and we went out for supper to celebrate her birthday. (She’s old now!) And I baked her a cake of which she only ate a little sliver. It must have been my cooking, right?
We only got caught in the rain once, and had fun exploring Granville Island. Twice.
But alas, the weekend was much tooooooo short and now Karin is back in Calgary and I am still here in Vancouver… sigh…
But enough of my whining…
I decided that rather than sit every night and stare at my walls I would attempt to get out and do some things. For example, this morning I broke down and registered in a course I have been looking at for a couple weeks. Starting in July I’m going to be taking an 8 week German language course at Langara College here in Vancouver.
Sure, you say, why the heck are you studying German??
The answer is complex and for the most part makes sense only to me, so that’s that.
And now my hands are a bit sore…
I was out at lunch and while meandering through Toys R Us I decided to buy a $6 basketball.
Needless to say you can’t buy a basketball and not use it. So I went out. I wandered through the neighborhood looking for a court, and when I finally found one that wasn’t packed with weiner kids shooting hoops, I tried to play but mostly I stood there looking stupid with a complete lack of skill.
A short story later, some guy named Cam came along and challenged me to one-on-one, and after a half an hour of abusive exercise, I was very tired and my hands were raw and bleeding from having planted myself on the sidewalk.
Sore… but tired and contented, am I.
And for later on…
I just got a call from the Scout Master for Kitsilano, and it seems I might be becoming a scout leader in the near future. I set up an interview for early next week, so we’ll see how it goes. Camping, and stuff… that could be fun, right?
For those of you who are interested in a bit of trivia, here’s one for you: I’m in Vancouver, Karin’s in Calgary, and guess how many years we’ve been dating as of today…
Despite that happy fact, this week was indeed a busy week. I spent lots of time typing up long winded documents, transcribed by me from micro-cassette tapes that were approximately 75% white noise, and 25% garbled conversations. As you can image, the last thing I felt like doing was typing more when I got home. Consequently, this is my first entry in about a week.
Have I mentioned the rain?
I wandered down to the Oakridge Mall this afternoon. I figured, being a cloudy, wettish type day I would take in a movie. That was cool: I saw “Evolution”
As it was, the movie got out and I stepped out the doors of the movie theatre into a rainstorm that would put my shower to shame. I made it about a block before I realized that if I tried to walk home in this, I was going to have to make a stop at my laundromat for a spin in the industrial strength drier…
Needless to say, 45 minutes of wandering around the mall looking for a cheap umbrella was enough time for the storm to wear itself out and I managed to walk home in relative dryness.
I’d complain about the buses which are still on strike (and rumors say that isn’t about to end soon) but I don’t think it would matter much.
Canada Trash, oh how I’ve been spoiled…
I don’t know if this is a common term. It makes sense to me. For some reason I grew up calling Canadian Tire, Canada Trash, and this always meant a big bright shiny store with aisles full of car stuff and other miscellaneous merchandise.
Well, I found myself trekking down to my local CT (which is a measly 45 minute walk!) and discovered that this CT, deserving of it’s nick, is to other CTs the same way that the kwik-e-mart compares to that brand new Save-On next to where I used to live.
It was buried in the basement of some other building and the aisles were about three inches wider than me walking sideways. Anyways, I shouldn’t say much… a store is a store after all, and I don’t want any CT fans out there harassing me over my opinions.
The point of this story was, however, to mention that I bought myself a little shelf and a fold-up table so now I have something to eat off of. I had to carry them home, but hey, it was worth it.
Theo keeps on growing….
It has been a few days, so I’ll update.
I came home from Victoria to discover that my palm has not only sprouted a second new leaf, but this one, unlike the others which are two-leaf fronds, is a frond with at least four leafs on it. I would hate to call this “plant-puberty” or something like that, but my little guy is growing up… sniff sniff…. where did the time go??
Anyhow, for those of you who are still reading, you might want to check out the new pictures I posted (you know where to find them) and you can smile slyly when I tell you that the answer to the question at the top of the page is five.
Here’s a leftover from Friday morning…
Raindrops……. on my shoulders, makes me happy…
I can appreciate rain.
Rain in all it’s forms is a curious thing. Wetness falling from the sky and making the plants grow. I (usually) enjoy the rain.
However, when you wake up in the early morning and look out your window as see a light cloud covering, you think: hmm… looks like it might be an ok day, not too hot, not too cold, not too wet. And then when you walk out your front door and the sidewalk is dry, you think: I’m sure glad that it’s not raining, because I’m not wearing my coat, and my umbrella is buried in the bottom of my bag. AND, then when it starts to sprinkle lightly as your four or five blocks from home you think: this is tolerable, but if it gets any worse…
You get the idea…
Now, when you are sitting in your office thinking: how the heck am I gonna get home when it’s raining this much.. oh! oh! it doesn’t really matter, cuz I’m already SOAKING WET!!!
Envoy on the road…
Saturday morning I woke up early to hit the road for Victoria. I was waiting for the shuttle by a hotel near my place: apparently this is the place to stay. While I was standing there, trying to ignore some idiot tossing ice cubes out of his window at seven thirty in the morning, this squad of eight police motorcycles comes ripping out of the parkade in full glory, wheels around, blocks off the intersection and proceed to escort a van and a pickup truck out and towards downtown.
I’m assuming this wasn’t an average guest
In considering what to write about….
I was trying to think about what I could say about my trip to Victoria. I mean, I could write about the weather (nice, but boring) or I could write about the ferry rides (very cool, but one of those “you had to be there” things) or I could even write about the meetings I attended (complicated, and possibly classified, so I won’t go there..), but I decided I would much rather write about something funny that happened.
Picture this: a banquet. Sitting in a fancy hotel banquet room, a couple hundred high profile employees and guests of the Muscular Dystrophy Association of Canada (and me, but that’s another story). Invited to this event is the Lieutenant Govenor (you know the provincial Royal rep) and his wife.
As a matter of course, the MC announces his arrival, and explains (in all seriousness) that it is proper for everyone to stand as “God save the queen” is played and his honour is escorted in. We of course rise, and listen as Tina Turner’s “You’re Simply the Best” erupts over the stereo system, and the procession begins.
Frantic coordinators rush to switch the song which was actually intended for a later presentation, but since he only really had to walk ten feet , it was too late.
It’s a good thing he has a sense of humor.
When I make it back from Victoria after this weekend I might have more interesting stories to tell. However, things being how they are — a typical sort of uneventful week — I only have a few things to say. Not that it will stop me, or anything…
It’s the end of the month and so I guess that means everyone needs to find a new apartment and move. At least that’s what it sounds like around here. I wasn’t here at the end of last month (Florida, remember!!!) so I don’t really have a point of reference or anything.
But here’s what I figure: about half the people in this building have decided to move out this week and they apparently don’t care if they piss off the neighbors. My north wall is shared by one of these people who I will politely refer to as *! because anyone who keeps me up until well past my bedtime with some sort of random banging on the wall with what sounded like Riverdance does not deserve a real name.
*! and *!’s friends have been very noisy, barricaded the doors, monopolized the elevator and made a mess of the place with little bits of packing tape all over the floor.
My only consolation is that *! no longer is my neighbor…
Chris, if you are reading this, I am quite jealous that you went to E3 and didn’t invite any of your “FRIENDS” along with you. You would think that if you wanted to keep those “FRIENDS” you would have used some of your enormous paycheck and brought all those “FRIENDS” to E3 with you. Since you didn’t, I’d better get a pretty cool birthday present: ie a PS2 or Xbox or something… hint hint hint…
Stupid magazine subscriptions
I don’t subscribe to a lot of magazines. Really. I used to.. Oh yeah, ask my family.. they’re still storing boxes of magazines at their house. (I’m coming to get them soon… really!!)
But alas, I have a word of advice: if you ever feel that those nifty brochures that they hand out all over university saying that you can get awesome deals on magazines through them, are in fact a good deal, then think again…
I bought a WIRED subscription through this Clegg company (any company called Clegg has other issues anyhow… ) back in September 2000. In November, I got a letter from them, thanking them for my subscription, but telling me that if I actually wanted the magazine I still owed them some stupid amount like $3… (their fault: they misprinted the price, but I figured it was easier just to pay the little extra)
I finally got my first issue in March of this year, and when I found out that I was moving, I sent a change of address: today, the new issue arrived: in Edmonton….
Am I impressed, or what?
Oi! At last my apartment is starting to cool down. The temperature dropped below 25C this afternoon after a day of clouds and rain. I guess the lack of blazing sun on my window all day may have aided in that. I don’t care what it was, I’m just glad I can breathe here again!
Crazy Vancouver freaky nuts…
Ok, so I was out and about on Saturday. I won’t explain the complexities of why, but the short of it is that I was a ways inland in Coquitlam doing a car wash for one of our affiliated chapter’s fundraisers.
Yeah… so that went well, and nothing to report beyond the sudden excess of human contact was nice for a change.
It was on our way back into the city that we encountered a funny slash crazy slash scary situation:
Chalk it up to a moron with problems only beginning with low self-esteem and you have a pretty good idea of the jerk we pulled up beside at an intersection…. maybe he was having a bad day, but he decided to believe that that I and the people who I was riding with were laughing at him. (We had noticed his dirty truck — seeing as how we had just left a car wash and all — but beyond that, well I have better things to laugh at.)
He said a few things, and made a few gestures, but fortunately that light changed and if I ever see him again it will be too soon, I’m sure.
Oh well, another reason to lock the doors at night I guess.
Theo springs forth…
So, on an uplifting note, the one you’d probably thought I had forgotten about has in fact been lurking quietly in the backdrop. That’s right, Theo has being doing reasonably well, despite the heat which I don’t think he was too fond of either. And in fact, well, lets just say he’s gone into a growth spurt: a new leaf emerges!
Ok, so I have a thrilling life, but…
Swinging in the rain
Already having mentioned the rain, I’ll bring it up again to embellish on how I first encountered this little shower spell. It really isn’t that interesting, but I have nothing better to write about, unless you want to hear extensive details about work.
So I was out running. I have decided that there is a nice little window of opportunity just as the sun sets around nine-thirty-ish, when it is dark enough to be cool and light enough to be safe, when I can do my laps around the neighborhood.
Usually the weather has been cooperating. You know — no surprises.
Though, last night, half way through and a good ten minutes from the shelter of my apartment, the skies decided to open up and leave me to trot through the streets of Vancouver in the rain.
Like I said, you sorta had to be there.
But alas, my life might be a bit more interesting over the next few days: check out the hotel I’ll be at next weekend: Laurel Point Inn
It’s Friday evening. The night is young. The weather is great. The city is alive. And here I am, writing an entry for my pathetic webpage, instead of going out to enjoy it. Ha! Well, okay, that’s not quite true. I have some plans for later, but generally I just need to rest up for tomorrow. That, and I was almost falling asleep at work this afternoon. Too many late nights, I suppose.
Wash, wash, wash…
So I was suckered into some volunteer work. Well, I shouldn’t say suckered. Since my job title involves the term “volunteer” in some capacity, (ie not pertaining to my salary other than the fact that I don’t get paid unless I have something to do with our volunteers) I figured that when someone walks into our office and asks for volunteers to help out at a car wash on Saturday morning, I’d better put my hand in the air.
I mean they already know I have no life, so lying about it isn’t going to work.
Besides, now I get to go on a bit of an adventure tomorrow morning and wash a lot of fancy vehicles for a good cause. Is that a warm fuzzy or what?
The recognition I may or may not deserve
I don’t remember why I was looking (ok, I was a little bored for a while around lunch) but I have now received the high and ultimate honor of being on the official “Alice List”
Horray for me……….. *silent awe
Rings to fill some time
When I had my lazy self parked on the beach last weekend, I noticed that someone down the way had their nose parked in The Lord of the Rings and I suddenly recalled that the movie was going to be coming out in a few months. Anyone who has seen the books will remember that a few months might not be enough time to plow through these tombs one last time before the big event.
Anyhow, I picked up my copy once again and started to read. All week (on my lunch breaks) I’ve been parked in the sunny little courtyard across the road taking on the Tolkien tales.
But that’s all I have to say about that.
Not quite voice mail but…
If you pay close attention to anything but these inane ramblings you will notice that I put a link to my very own personal message board on the front page. Actually it’s hosted by Bravenet, so ignore the stupid ads, because I’m not paying to have a message board without ads, and telus won’t let me put scripts on this site, so I’m stuck.
The short of it is, now you can leave messages and tell me what you think (now that I’ve told you what I think, I figure it’s only fair…)
So, the may long weekend has once again crept by, and here we are.. the next big vacation who knows how far away. But all is not lost. I did have a relatively interesting few days.
Movie reviews are for losers…
I would review the movie I went to yesterday, but like I said…
For various reasons, some of those including boredom, I decided to trek up (down?) to Oakridge mall yesterday jus before noon. Apparently, I went the long way last time, because it seemed to be a quicker walk this round. Maybe that’s because it was raining last time.
Anyhow, I checked some lottery tickets that my parents sent me. (Why? They bought them in Vancouver, and they don’t work in Alberta!) This was cool, as one of them was good for another free ticket. So I’m back to square one: A lottery ticket that may or may not be worth 1.5 million dollars.
The point of this rambling was to say that I went to see “Shrek” which you should see too… that is all.
Beaches are cool
Literally and figuratively…
I biked down to Kitsilano Beach on Saturday. It was warm when I left. It was warm when I was sitting there. Then the sun hid behind a big angry cloud. After that it cooled off a bit, and so I went home.
Really, I just wanted to brag about being on the beach this weekend…. fifteen minutes from my house…. that is cool…
Other than that my weekend was lax….
Top ten things to kill a long weekend:
10) I need screens so I can open the windows in my greenhouse .. uh… apartment…
9) Sitting on the floor updating my webpage only sounds fun
8) Tom Hanks was not the best actor of the mid eighties
7) My arm hurts
6) Baking in hot weather is something that should be warned against
5) I should really do some laundry
4) Should I order a pizza? Oops… I forgot about the money thing!
3) Everyone else has friends that aren’t 1500km away!
2) The guy downstairs likes to shout out his window at four AM
1) Ten consecutive episodes of Deep Space 9 does not a holiday make (and, no, I didn’t!!)
But that’s ok… I had fun anyways…