Much has happen since my self imposed hiatus. That's not true. It wasn't really a hiatus. It started a long time ago with the editing of my life. Keeping the goods bits offline and doing my best not to offend or put too much out in the open until I just didn't post at all. Not sure who I was protecting or what I was trying to garner out of it, but again I have lost the battle. I always think I am ready to pull the plug on midnight inferno, but when the final moment comes, I can't do it.

Last night I couldn't sleep. I was too busy writing the eulogy of this site. Examining the past made me remember why I liked this weblog in the first place. It's my pensieve. A lame Harry Potter reference I know. For those who don't understand it, it's how I mull things over. What makes it out isn't really as important as the process. It's a way to get inside myself.

Revenge of the Right Brain

It's nice to see that large Canadian Business no longer see all Canadians as the same and leveraging their resources to bring new products to focused markets. I think these are both some good examples of new products that will be availble in the upcoming months: An article on Canwest's Dose, as well as an article on the new Virgin/Bell mobile phone offering.

Update: Cure the Catch - The first phase for the Virgin Mobile campaign in Canada.

Wired News: Never Say Die: Live Forever Kurzell predicts we can be immortal in 20 years. If you could, would you?

I tried to get into some tom-foolery last night, but was unsuccessful. The stage was set for a little drinking in public while we watched a friend skate in a show. At the LCBO we couldn't decide how much alcohol was required for such an event so we all bought a mickey. Tom-foolery 1 Behavior 0. After hiding the booze in purses and jackets we made it inside and started the night off with hot chocolate. smuggled into our Bailey's. Tom-foolery 2 Behavior 0. It was so tasty and warmed our bellies in the cold arena, but after the second round we hit a snag. No more Bailey's. Tom-foolery 2 Behavior 1. It proved too difficult to move on to a new liquor so we had one more drink and gave up. Tom-foolery 2 Behavior 2. In the end we behaved. It's not that we didn't poke fun at lots of the skaters, or were horrified by the male figure skaters form fitting trouser. We did lots of that, but we remained silent and never yelled out - show us your titties!

hide your iPod, here comes Bill I can sympatihize...

Beating yourself up over a mistake is a self-deprecating act of masturbation. Even though I know I should get over it, it takes me far too long these days to move along from life’s little demonic scenarios. So what if I missed a meeting the other morning? I just plum forgot about it. It took some shine of the apple I left for teacher, but honestly wouldn’t you rather a person be human than perfect. Perfect people are far too freaky deaky with their rituals. They have something to hid and are probably sneaky little turd burglars roaming around neighbourhoods and rest stops.

These days I seem to be making plenty of mistakes whether a missed meeting or a minor parking lot tango. I sure must be learning a lot or fate has intervened to get me off my high horse.

I had my first wedding anxiety dream the other day. I never knew that I was worried in the least about the big event, but my subconscious is telling me different. In the dream I had slept the night at my parent’s house and woke up all refreshed. As I lay in the bed I had back in high school I was going through a mental checklist of things that I needed to bring with me for the day. I made it to the wedding license, only to freak out and realize that we never actually had done any of the paper work required to get hitched. At first it seemed a minor inconvenience, I figured I could do it online, so I googled ‘ontario wedding license’ and a zillion hits game back. None of them were right. You could get a license for everything under the sun, to wear orange, to sing in the shower, to buy groceries on a Monday afternoon, but not to get married. Then I really begin to panic, remembering that it was Saturday and I would never be able to get the legal documentation together anyway. At this point I would say I woke up in a cold sweat, but it’s me after all. I never get that worried.