Wow, my first post since June! My summer hasn't been THAT uneventful, but Facebook has certainly replaced Livejournal as "the" one stop shop of social utilities. I suspect no one will even be reading this post, so for any Livejournal administrators, here's a random post, from a random person.
It's very hard to believe that tomorrow will be exactly one week since Tara, Steve & I met up and went to Colby Village in preparation for Ottawa. How can that be? How can one week go by so fast? And a very satisfying and gratifying week it was. Sharing company with Tara, Steve & Willow just makes me smile. Even after a 15 hour car odyssey. You remember why these people & cat are in your life in the first place. Typically vast amounts of food & drink were consumed...the hilights for me were the Kraft Dinner burger from the Works, and the Vietnamese chicken & mushroom soup from Pho Thi (despite my complete incomprehension on how to actually eat it)
Now I've got the post-vacation blues. I had been looking forward for this vacation for so long, now that its over, I'm looking for the next big adventure, and I'm not quite sure what that will be just yet. And ugh...it'll be VERY hard getting back into a work frame of mind. It'll take me a day just to go through the backlog of emails alone. But life goes on, and already there's been two unexpected surprises (as opposed to the expected surprises)on the homefront that have made me smile.
ps and I would be remiss if I didn't mention my stirring victory at Mini Golf. Observers called it one of the most dominant, definitive, & decisive victories ever in the realm of human sport. I am a modest man by nature, but I think the observers under-rate my performance. It was all that, but so much more.
Just got back from Fishbowl Friday at Boston Pizza. They fill a fishbowl with 3 shots, and sell it for $11. It's a quick way to get drunk & spend a lot of money. I was invited by my old gang, the Delta Front Desk, and it was a blast. The one thing I miss terribly from the Delta days was the constant attention & affection of young beautiful girls. It was a nightly ego boost, and until tonight, I did not realize how much I missed it. A very good night.
One disconcerting thing about being re-introduced to people from your Facebook past, is their reaction to how your life turned out. There has been a definite disappointment from a lot of different Facebook friends, when they learn I'm in accounting. Writer & historian are the two common beliefs of what I should have done. And one poor girl thought I'd get into music. Obviously, this woman is deaf & dumb. Now, the realities of living in the Maritimes argues against an writing/history career, but when enough people have said the same thing, you start to wonder of roads not taken.
In the space of a week, I've gone from thinking Facebook was a passing fad, to wondering if blogsites can possibly survive. Anything I can say here, I can say to the same people on Facebook. And I can say it to a lot more people too. I can easily add photos & videos on Facebook, I've never figured out how to do that here. My previous post had me thinking I'd be off Facebook by the summer, I'm thinking now it may be Livejournal that goes bye bye.
Unrelated to anything...if you're a fan of Will Ferrel, you owe it to yourself to see Blades of Glory.
I Built These Walls, I Intend Them To Stand - Bekka Junior
As I think everyone who reads this is already on Facebook there's no need to explain the phenomena. Initially I was slow in cooling to the idea. The fewer people in contact with me the better. If I went to junior high with you and we've not spoken since then...there's a reason for that. Despite all that though, I'm hooked. I browse friends friends list and am amazed of how many friends know other friends. People from one part of my life, knowing people from another part. Now, given the small population of the Maritimes, perhaps its not that odd, but there's a few real head scratchers, drug dealers friends with straight-laced mothers, and you wonder at how such different people could ever possibly meet. Anyway, I think the initial Facebook flood is already ebbing. The first few days I was on, and I was getting new friend requests every 10 minutes, that was fun. But I've only known so many people, and the majority of them are already there. So now, what? I can read what movies the guy who sat behind me in grade eleven English has watched recently? Is that how I want to be spending my time? I predict by the summer, I won't be using Facebook at all.
This afternoon, I attended the funeral of a dad of a good friend. Dave Jollimore was in a fatal car accident last week. I've known his son Steve since those wacky ITI days, and we've stayed in touch ever since. I mentioned to Steve today that it is a testament to his father's memory, and to the family he raised that his funeral was such an enjoyable event. Yes, there were tears, but there was also laughter. It was a real celebration, and a real contrast to the Catholic funerals I'm used to, which in my impression, are impersonal affairs of ceremony, and have little to do with the actual person involved. Not so todays funeral. While I never met Dave Jollimore, I got a great perspective of who he was, the lives he touched, and the people who loved him. If that's not the true purpose of a funeral ceremony, I'm not sure what is.
So during the weekend a girl I work with named Aimee has a dream that I got hit by a car and died.
Monday morning, and I'm wondering why my bus is late. And it on dawns me that Daylight's Savings Time happened on the weekend, and I further realize that I did not set one clock forward. And the bus is late because its no longer rush hour, and I'll be about 90 minutes late for work.
Now, I'm usually the first person at the office, so me being late is unusual. And poor Aimee is getting a little worried that maybe she has precognitive powers. Upon my arrival at work, Aimee shrieks, "Peter, I dreamt you're were dead!" Sigh, if only I had a nickel for every time I heard those words.