The sing-a-long was way too much fun. I was a little skeptical at first to the ammount of participation that the audience would partake in but I was pleasantly surprised once the Nun stepped up and laid out some of the ground rules:

• Salute the hills!


• Hiss at the evil Baroness


• Boo the Nazis


• Cheer for Julie (Maria)


• Various actions to the songs


• Bark at that dog Ralph

With these in place the hi-jinx easily followed. The costumes must have made it easier too. There were a lot of Nuns, "Ray, a drop of golden light", Maria, Captain Von Trap, the children, a few of my favourite things, coo-coo and 16-going-on-17.

I may have overdone it a bit, a smidge, a tad last night. So today I am hurting a bit but I will survive because the show must go on, for tonight we sing!

If the US is going to ban Britney Spears commercials they might as well turn the airwaves off. Kids shouldn't watch cartoons, they should be educated and every movie about terrorism that should go to. If I were American I would be really happy that I have the government to tell me that I shouldn't move on with my life. Instead I should dwell on the past and not be productive and help everyone proceed with the future.



This explains why the Britney Spears commericial has been playing so much up here.

Paging Michael Jackson's career, the 80's miss you. How long can you ride your reputation? Let us remember you in a positive light.

This boy is restless.



It is so excrutiating to wait to go out and do something important like an interview. You inevitable are ready way too early and end up pacing back and forth couting down the minutes until you are finally able to leave. Then you do and you have the butterflies, if you are lucky. No butterflies means no gut feeling which is equal to no spark, and we all know that a spark is a good thing.

Nothing bad happened. The girl called, we went out.



Sometimes I let my mind run tricks on me and I thought that because there was a misunderstanding that some form of retribution would be involved. Basically I would show up somewhere and about 5 guys would try to beat me up. Of course when I say try I mean they fail because I duck all their punches and knock'em all out, or at least that's what I think happens.

So what's the deal with all the games. Just when I decided that I wasn't going to pursue anything the girl calls me. From the previous encounter I was confused and the more I thought about it I thought that I was just not reading the signs so I filed it in that "never gonna happen" category and now I have to move it to "undetermined".



Not that I really mind, but I know that this is just going to end up being one of those mind game things. You never really set out to play the game but it sucks you in. It all starts with the "I wonder what she meant by that" and then you are stuck, sinking further and further.

I am starting a new adage, "Like a kitten to a laptop". It's very similar to "Like a moth to a flame" except presumably the kitten doesn't die.

You know what's messy?



Accidentally sneezing on your monitor. It's also not very attractive to look at.

That crazy Bush, he can't count and can't seem to decide who his best friend is. Last time I tried to have more than one "best friend" I got dumped.

Last night I was high on life. The beer may have helped but it was mostly because of all my friends being together (most of them at least). We took over the bar and put 5 mismatched tables together and covered it with pitchers of beer and frosty mugs and the occasional round of food. The tables ears must have bleed from all the conversations it overheard full of gossip and razor sharp wit. And the table rejoiced when our friends band played demanding respect from the audience during an acapella rendition of Bootylicious.

I brought my bike inside because I knew it was going to rain last night, and before I left this morning I pushed really hard on the seat to make sure that it was dry because it had rained the day before. Now I am sitting here at work hoping that I don't have to stand up because my bum is wet, soggy and generally feeling quite gross.

Hmm, I have internet again. What now? Updates? Music? Stories? perhaps Pictures?



Some good stuff should hopefully be coming down the pipe, or at least it should because it has been over a month since I have had time and the internet connection to do anything to this site.

Mr Dress-up has passed away. I'll never forget him or his tickle-trunk. I am not even sure what I like so much about the show but I will confess that I watched it for a long time, it used to be on at 11:30 every weekday.



"Mr. Coombs had joked in interviews that he wanted to be laid out on display in the trunk upon his death like former Soviet leader Vladimir Lenin."



I am surprised how much of the show I remember. Right now I can hear the theme music in my head, but many other details are sketchy.

Breaking up is hard to do, especially if you aren't going out with them. Having just told someone that we weren't interested in pursueing a business partnership I feel very bad. I feel like I broke the poor guys heart. He just kept going "you don't see a fit" I wanted to reply, "it's not you, it's me" but I just gave a steadfast "not at this time".



This is the first unseen perk to my job, it should improve my ability to end relationships. "Sorry baby, I just don't have the resources for this right now"

It's very sad when people start to lose their memory. I was just talking to my Grandmother who is over 90 years old and usually has difficulty remembering who I am or what she has already said (which everyone does from time to time) . Today was good day though, but then I was troubled by the whole generation gap, what does a 20-something talk to a 90-something about?

Without net access at home I am still feeling rather disconnected from the world. Being so dependent is not a good thing. What would I do if I moved somewhere where there was no high-speed access.



Tracy's new cat, Logan, is the cutest ever. I really pushed for calling it Flanders but she just wouldn't have it. How long does it take before a cat loses all cuteness?

Good Idea: The 6th Sense.

Bad Idea: The 69th Sense.

As time moves so must I.



Not that anything is really normal.



I decided on a day's wait and called Monday and left a message. There was some out-cry about leaving it for 3 days, some people are very passionate about this subject.



The initial call is always weird, your nervous but not really since you have done it before. It's always worse when they don't answer immediately because you have to wait and you know the whole time the person on the other end is trying to figure out who you are and why you are calling, same goes for leaving a message but you have the awkard, "no she doesn't have my number" conversation and then wonder if the message will ever get to her.

I feel as though we are involved in one of those things where later in life you will be able to remember exactly what you did on that day. Just like the day JFK was shot or the day Priness Diana died or when WWII affected you. The only problem is right now we have no clue what the impact is going to be. Could it be a world war 3? I hope not but the incidents have done a good job of throwing everyone off kilter. No one expects anything like this too ever happen, and now it has.



Random thoughts of the marning had me wondering what would happen had they dropped a nuke on the world trade centre. (I would be dying very painfully) A funny thought did occur, if a plane flew into the CN Tower and knocked it over into Lake Ontario. The syline would never be the same.

Have you ever seen Bonzai? How about going to a Keg Party that has a toga and Banzai theme? If you haven't been, you sure are missing out on a lot. You get to place bets on who will stay ducked taped to the wall and who can get a complete stranger to show up at the party wearing their toga. The party was a lot of fun and left me at about a 75% operating efficiency yesterday and I even managed to get a phone number?



This leads to the inevitable question, how long do you wait to call? Some say the next day other say at least 3 days later. What's your call?

I am reviewing a company that has a product with the acronym PAB as its name and no matter how hard I try I keep thinking it stands for Punk Ass Bitch.

Finally settled in, I have been unsettled. I started the new job and it looks to be promising but not all my fears have been relieved. But, that is all I can say because you never know who is reading or if this is going to get back to you.



The vacation is over and oddly enough it has left me sick for the first few days of work. I get to be the hacking cough guy and hopefully that name won't stick. Everything else is in limbo. I am still without internet so that sucks.



So, I had another messed up dream. I was in a huge cave and all the exits were guarded by dinosaurs. Some had horns and others had holes where horns were suppose to be. As I crept around they seemed undisturbed but then I got to close to a door and they charged at me. After ducking away I was attacked by a freak zombie clown. How weird is that?

Moving.gnivoM

Ugh.



Stricken by some malady I am stuck at home feeling like crap. This certainly feels like the first day of the last of my life.