Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Before I get started, I just want to leave you, the reader, to decide whether I should keep things like this to myself in the future. Let me know...
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
I was running around Iqaluit doing ridiculous errands (the types of things that don't even make an ounce of sense once fully awake) and the sky was grey and the snow was coming down in bathtubs. The snow was unrelenting and really coarse, like tiny throwing-stars. The flakes kept getting bigger too, and started to impede me from the things I needed to do. By the end of the dream, every grain of snow had become the size of a daisy, and looked like them too, except for the monotonous white colouring.
I woke up, snowblinded.
I pretty much hate winter, what with the cold and the darkness (not good for a Northerner, I know) and took the dream as an omen.
The room was cold, and I rolled around in bed for a lot longer than I should have, which is the norm. Eventually, guilt led me out of the warm pocket of air crafted between mattress and blanket.
Wiping the fog from my eyes, through the window, I noticed the fog outside, and the ubiquitous white on the ground, tops of buildings, roofs of cars, fading into the sea. About a three-inch layer of snow covered the city, the first real snowfall of the year (or the first time the Earth hadn't rejected the white stuff).
Still in a daze, and because my dream had climatized me to the season, I walked to work, soaking my sneakers, making my feet stinky(er), and allowed the nostalgia of winter to splash over me. I love walking through the snow in warm weather. Reminded me of BC ski towns, and hot springs, and primetime schoolyard snowball fights and all the things to look forward to for the next eight months. Basically, I was all about winter with a good connotation this morning.
Got to work and Carolyn said she and her boyfriend had both dreamt of snow the night before, too. Bizarre.
Of course, the snow didn't last. As the mercury slowly pushed past zero, the snow disappeared first on streets and then on paths where people walked and eventually from the entire lower city, and then receded gradually up the hills.
That was immaterial, though. The point was taken and the lesson learned.
No better way to wake up to winter, than to dream of a blizzard and awake to bliss.
Tonight, I think I'll dream about Amerie, or Zooey Deschanel, or Allison Stokke, or Obama in the White House.
Probably the image I'll wake up to tomorrow morning: "Look, I'm sorry..."
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Slovakia 82 - Bulgaria 0 ... in HOCKEY!
Don't piss off a Slovakian chick, maybe?
Monday, September 8, 2008
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Monday, September 1, 2008
Abraham Lincoln used his toilet time, maybe, to flush out the details of his Emancipation Proclamation.
It's humbling really.
And in honour of the subject, I'll make this post a two-parter...Number Two (pun intended):
Is there any time in a human's life where he/she is more vulnerable than when dropping a deuce? You have to be completely relaxed...
With the exception of Raab Himself, humans can't run and poop at the same time, which leaves us prone to attack. I wonder how many brothers and sisters we've lost whilst dumping deuce --those brave souls who were either pounced on by tigers, or chomped by hippos, or mauled by bears (or for all you creationist crazies, bitten in half by T-Rex's) while pushing out turds?
You think I care that you're taking a dump? I'll eat your ass first! I do what I want!
Fortunately, most of us, at least in North America, can now poop, in a calm, four-walled environment.