Anyone who's been paying any attention to my Facebook silliness would know that I've been talking an awful lot about my lack of a phone... and my plans to hang curtains this past weekend.
Well... the curtains are still to be hung, but that's not to say I didn't have a productive weekend.
Among my discoveries... ...I can in-fact be a mister fix-it when armed with the proper tools, although I rarely ever follow paper instructions. I have a strange and meddlesome aversion to reading page upon page of diagrams and steps. Possibly because they're too concise??? I dunno... it hurts my wee man-brain to try to follow along. I need a video unless the instructions are put to an interesting story I guess.
Anyhoo... I'm quite pleased to announce that I installed a new deadbolt lock, and I drilled, and hung shelves and installed anchors for shelves... wait... switch those two steps... the anchors came before the shelves. And I did some serious closet organizing. (which won't likely last, but oh well, my intentions are golden.)
OH, and I cleaned a wall of windows, watched 2 movies ("Willow" & "The Italian Job"), ate a litre of Oreo ice cream, went to a drag show (Friday night) ("Mess In a Dress") and managed to get some major sleep time. OK, so maybe it wasn't an overly productive weekend, but I'm coping. lol And part of that coping is to keep telling myself that every little thing I do, contributes to the greater goal of setting up house. ...Something I'm very slow at under the best conditions.
It's insane how long it's taken me this time around to unpack. August is almost over, and I've still got a catastrophic living room and bedroom with boxes and displaced things just laying around. Expectations we put upon ourselves huh... Meh... I guess I'm just stressing it because it's unfinished business. I want to come home to a comfortable, livable abode and not estimate how much work is left to do. I much prefer maintenance to set-up. ...And cups of hot chocolate to refill-sized bottles of Windex... And surfing the internet for porn 'n stuff as opposed to feeling drywall grit on my bare feet upon stepping out of the shower. Of course, if it's not drywall grit, it's dog hair, or some other doggie ba'bit bi-product of half-chewed toy or treat. So I don't know why I'm complaining.
I'm getting there! I'm getting there.
PS. I love the book I'm reading right now: "The Time Traveller's Wife" by Audrey Niffenegger. I just found out it's being made into a movie, starring Eric Bana and Rachel McAdams with a release date of Christmas day this year. Hmmmm... I hope they do it justice. The book is REALLY good.
PPS... I've been listening to a lot of Madonna lately, thus the lyrics to "Erotica" from the Confessions Tour. A really beautiful re-imagining of the song. (granted it wouldn't appear as such by just reading the lyrics lol - trust me on this one.)
Erotica
You are who you are
And I
Wouldn’t want to change a thing
In spite of
All the pain that love can bring
Tell me
What can I do
I’m so in love with you
You thrill me
Surround me, you fill me
You send me
You put me in a trance
You fill me
Inside me you take me
You thrill me
You put me in a trance
(Chorus)
Erotic, Erotic, put your hands all over my body.
You are who you are
And I
Wouldn’t want to change a thing
In spite of
All the pain that love can bring
So tell me
What can I do
I’m so in love with you
You thrill me
Surround me, you fill me
You send me
You put me in a trance
You fill me
Inside me you take me
You thrill me
You put me in a trance
Monday, August 25, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
The Quick Brown Fox...
...Jumped over the lazy dogs.
'Just got an e-mail from my dear friend Jeff, who quite naturally wanted to know "who got the dogs?" in our separation. It's quite silly of me to not have mentioned it, but likewise one could assume that since I wasn't lamenting their absence that Ted and I had agreed on a mutually beneficial arrangement. We are doing the "shared custody" thing. One week at my place; one week at his, because really... the boys belong together no matter who they're with and both Ted and I would rather miss them both for a week at a time than to miss one of them all the time. Our babies are still our babies even though their daddies live apart. It's incredibly sad, and it brings up a lot of emotion for me. But Porthos and Cole are a comforting presence in my life when I have them, and hopefully equally comforting to Ted when they're in his loving care.
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy... when skies are grey. You'll never know dears, how much I love you... Please don't take my sunshine away."
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Who Y'Gonna Call?
I didn't write about my move. But it was largely uneventful as far as moves go, and the only known casualties thus far (I say thus far, because I'm still not completely unpacked.) Were my Yucca Tree and the barbecue. Hopefully both are enjoying their new homes with new owners within the same building.
So in a nutshell, I'm pretty happy with my new place. I wish I could say the same thing of Primus Canada... the home phone/long distance and internet provider I've chosen. I signed-up on August 5th, with promises of 10 business days or less, and I still have no service and I've been greeted with really bad customer service in my attempts to report it, and investigate the problem. I really... REALLY dislike outsourcing. Whether it's to India, or the United States or Mexico... I have a working theory that people from another zip code, much less another COUNTRY or another CONTINENT do not have much more than a passing interest in my satisfaction. And that is being both kind and optimistic. Think about it. Someone from another country asks you a question you have no answer for, on behalf of a company that you don't even technically work for... do you care? Not likely is what I'm finding. And I'm a very patient guy, but a language barrier does not expediate any situation. I just want my phone to work, and I'm baffled as to why a singular new jack was installed in my apartment where 4 already exist, and none of these 4 work when a phone is plugged in. I was routinely told I'd have to call "Inter Connect" company by 3 different service representatives from India, when really, I just want to speak to whomever "Primus" called/requested to install my service, which they know nothing about. Well, "Inter Connect" company is very different from "AN" interconnect company (meaning "pick one and stop bothering me".) I'm seriously the width of a hair away from cancelling the whole thing and going with a different service provider. Go ahead punks... make my day.
Blah... I wish I could just stick with my cell phone and not worry about a land line, but my apartment seems to be a wireless dead zone. Ah well... happy, happy, happy... not going to let ridiculous particulars get me down.
Ghostbusters - By Ray Parker Jr
If there's something strange
in your neighborhood
Who you gonna call?
Ghostbusters!
If there's something weird
and it don't look good
Who you gonna call?
Ghostbusters!
I ain't afraid of no ghost
I ain't afraid of no ghost
If you're seeing things
running through your head
Who can you call?
Ghostbusters!
An invisible man
sleeping in your bed
Oh, who you gonna call?
Ghostbusters!
I ain't afraid of no ghost
I ain't afraid of no ghost
Who you gonna call?
Ghostbusters!
If you're all alone,
pick up the phone
And call
Ghostbusters!
I ain't afraid of no ghost
I hear it likes the girls
I ain't afraid of no ghost
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Who you gonna call?
Ghostbusters!
If you've had a dose
of a freaky ghost
You'd better call
Ghostbusters!
Let me tell you something
Bustin' makes me feel good
I ain't afraid of no ghost
I ain't afraid of no ghost
Don't get caught alone, oh no
Ghostbusters!
When it comes through your door
Unless you just want some more
I think you better call
Ghostbusters!
Ow!
Who you gonna call
Ghostbusters!
So in a nutshell, I'm pretty happy with my new place. I wish I could say the same thing of Primus Canada... the home phone/long distance and internet provider I've chosen. I signed-up on August 5th, with promises of 10 business days or less, and I still have no service and I've been greeted with really bad customer service in my attempts to report it, and investigate the problem. I really... REALLY dislike outsourcing. Whether it's to India, or the United States or Mexico... I have a working theory that people from another zip code, much less another COUNTRY or another CONTINENT do not have much more than a passing interest in my satisfaction. And that is being both kind and optimistic. Think about it. Someone from another country asks you a question you have no answer for, on behalf of a company that you don't even technically work for... do you care? Not likely is what I'm finding. And I'm a very patient guy, but a language barrier does not expediate any situation. I just want my phone to work, and I'm baffled as to why a singular new jack was installed in my apartment where 4 already exist, and none of these 4 work when a phone is plugged in. I was routinely told I'd have to call "Inter Connect" company by 3 different service representatives from India, when really, I just want to speak to whomever "Primus" called/requested to install my service, which they know nothing about. Well, "Inter Connect" company is very different from "AN" interconnect company (meaning "pick one and stop bothering me".) I'm seriously the width of a hair away from cancelling the whole thing and going with a different service provider. Go ahead punks... make my day.
Blah... I wish I could just stick with my cell phone and not worry about a land line, but my apartment seems to be a wireless dead zone. Ah well... happy, happy, happy... not going to let ridiculous particulars get me down.
Ghostbusters - By Ray Parker Jr
If there's something strange
in your neighborhood
Who you gonna call?
Ghostbusters!
If there's something weird
and it don't look good
Who you gonna call?
Ghostbusters!
I ain't afraid of no ghost
I ain't afraid of no ghost
If you're seeing things
running through your head
Who can you call?
Ghostbusters!
An invisible man
sleeping in your bed
Oh, who you gonna call?
Ghostbusters!
I ain't afraid of no ghost
I ain't afraid of no ghost
Who you gonna call?
Ghostbusters!
If you're all alone,
pick up the phone
And call
Ghostbusters!
I ain't afraid of no ghost
I hear it likes the girls
I ain't afraid of no ghost
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Who you gonna call?
Ghostbusters!
If you've had a dose
of a freaky ghost
You'd better call
Ghostbusters!
Let me tell you something
Bustin' makes me feel good
I ain't afraid of no ghost
I ain't afraid of no ghost
Don't get caught alone, oh no
Ghostbusters!
When it comes through your door
Unless you just want some more
I think you better call
Ghostbusters!
Ow!
Who you gonna call
Ghostbusters!
Monday, July 21, 2008
The Most Beautiful Light
I am single now. I think it's starting to sink in. (it hurts, but that's part of the reason how I know.)
Last night I spent my first night alone (with the dogs thankfully). The sun still rose in the morning. And for the first time in a very long time, I played music while I got ready for work because I didn't have to worry about waking anyone up. That's a plus. Ok, so I'm not much of a rebel, it was classical music... but it was music none-the-less, and if I want to play it all the time, I can now.
I have learned to appreciate the peace that silence and quiet time can bring. But I think it's time to let my greatest joy in life carry me through the hard times ahead.
This weekend was disgusting-hot, which was an expected conclusion to a week that was scorching hot. At long last (although I haven't documented it at all), I have found an apartment in York. Elm Ridge Drive to be more precise. I'm going to be living on the 18th floor of a high rise. Facing west again; which I'm looking forward to, as I'll be able to nurture my all of my plants with hours and hours of sunshine, just like they prefer. My apartment opens to a dining room, kitchen to the right, and a sunken living room straight ahead (which I adore). It has a nice big balcony, a nice big bedroom and a huge walk-in closet with more space than I could ever use on my own. It's a pet-friendly building with swimming pool. And it's a mere 5 minute walk to the nearest subway station. So I'm quite pleased with my new digs. May they serve me well, and house my hopes and dreams for this new chapter in my life.
Anyone wanna help me move? lol
Not Now, But Soon - Imogen Heap
Not now, but soon,
The most beautiful light
Will wake us to pillow fighting excitement
Not now, but soon,
Bright into
Every corner,
Satellites manoeuvre in beams of change,
Standing by the best days of our lives,
Magnificent, the best days of our lives,
Big bang boom, the best days of our lives
They’re coming right up
If we can just get through this one.
Who said it was over?
It’s as good as it gets
Well we’ve got a few tricks up our sleeves yet
If we swallow "it’s all over" and open wide on these make-to-believe
Sullen, chewed up, sodden soliloquies,
Oh, we’re sweet nothings anymore
Terrifying best, days of our lives
We’re hanging on the best days of our lives
No two ways about it, best days of our lives
They’re coming right up, if we can just get through this one.
I’ll hang on grab onto your feet
Someone else holds tied to my shoelaces
When their trouser leg tears, runs and stops at the seam to keep us
dangled together
Until help finds us here
Best days of our lives
Better be the best days of our lives
Bring on the best days of our lives
Coming right up, whoa
Coming right up
If we can just get through this one.
Last night I spent my first night alone (with the dogs thankfully). The sun still rose in the morning. And for the first time in a very long time, I played music while I got ready for work because I didn't have to worry about waking anyone up. That's a plus. Ok, so I'm not much of a rebel, it was classical music... but it was music none-the-less, and if I want to play it all the time, I can now.
I have learned to appreciate the peace that silence and quiet time can bring. But I think it's time to let my greatest joy in life carry me through the hard times ahead.
This weekend was disgusting-hot, which was an expected conclusion to a week that was scorching hot. At long last (although I haven't documented it at all), I have found an apartment in York. Elm Ridge Drive to be more precise. I'm going to be living on the 18th floor of a high rise. Facing west again; which I'm looking forward to, as I'll be able to nurture my all of my plants with hours and hours of sunshine, just like they prefer. My apartment opens to a dining room, kitchen to the right, and a sunken living room straight ahead (which I adore). It has a nice big balcony, a nice big bedroom and a huge walk-in closet with more space than I could ever use on my own. It's a pet-friendly building with swimming pool. And it's a mere 5 minute walk to the nearest subway station. So I'm quite pleased with my new digs. May they serve me well, and house my hopes and dreams for this new chapter in my life.
Anyone wanna help me move? lol
Not Now, But Soon - Imogen Heap
Not now, but soon,
The most beautiful light
Will wake us to pillow fighting excitement
Not now, but soon,
Bright into
Every corner,
Satellites manoeuvre in beams of change,
Standing by the best days of our lives,
Magnificent, the best days of our lives,
Big bang boom, the best days of our lives
They’re coming right up
If we can just get through this one.
Who said it was over?
It’s as good as it gets
Well we’ve got a few tricks up our sleeves yet
If we swallow "it’s all over" and open wide on these make-to-believe
Sullen, chewed up, sodden soliloquies,
Oh, we’re sweet nothings anymore
Terrifying best, days of our lives
We’re hanging on the best days of our lives
No two ways about it, best days of our lives
They’re coming right up, if we can just get through this one.
I’ll hang on grab onto your feet
Someone else holds tied to my shoelaces
When their trouser leg tears, runs and stops at the seam to keep us
dangled together
Until help finds us here
Best days of our lives
Better be the best days of our lives
Bring on the best days of our lives
Coming right up, whoa
Coming right up
If we can just get through this one.
Thursday, June 05, 2008
A Bookish Meme
I have been tagged. Therefore I am "it". And never let it be said that I spoil all the fun. (I only spoil "some" of the fun.) This is for the beloved Misster Kitty, that rascally "tagger".
Here's how it works...
- Pick up the nearest book.
- Open to page 123.
- Find the fifth sentence.
- Post the next three sentences on your blog.
- Then tag five people (and don't forget to name the lovely soul that thought so much as to include YOU!)
The book I grabbed was "Magical Thinking" by my absolute favourite author, Augusten Burroughs. The 5th sentence on page 123 is:
"I mean, it wasn't like he was somebody I trusted who molested or betrayed me."
The 3 (o.k. 4 - sue me for straying) sentences after:
"He was a hunky young guy in the wrong career who got my rocks off. For a straight guy, it would be like being fourteen and having one of the centerfolds from Playboy step out of the magazine and hand you a bottle of mineral oil. Like you'd complain? Like you'd go, oh my God, you've damaged me."
This passage is from a portion of the book where he discusses his first (of a few) experience (at age 14), having sex with a Catholic priest. And no, his books aren't overtly sexual in nature.
Ironically enough, I have all of my Augusten Burroughs books with me today. I'm going to see him at a book store appearance tonight in Toronto. I brought all 6 with the hopes that he'd sign them - or at least one. Like the rabid fan I am.
I don't know who to tag really. Perhaps if you're reading this and feel inspired to do so, I'd love to know what you're reading. Let me know. : )
Here's how it works...
- Pick up the nearest book.
- Open to page 123.
- Find the fifth sentence.
- Post the next three sentences on your blog.
- Then tag five people (and don't forget to name the lovely soul that thought so much as to include YOU!)
The book I grabbed was "Magical Thinking" by my absolute favourite author, Augusten Burroughs. The 5th sentence on page 123 is:
"I mean, it wasn't like he was somebody I trusted who molested or betrayed me."
The 3 (o.k. 4 - sue me for straying) sentences after:
"He was a hunky young guy in the wrong career who got my rocks off. For a straight guy, it would be like being fourteen and having one of the centerfolds from Playboy step out of the magazine and hand you a bottle of mineral oil. Like you'd complain? Like you'd go, oh my God, you've damaged me."
This passage is from a portion of the book where he discusses his first (of a few) experience (at age 14), having sex with a Catholic priest. And no, his books aren't overtly sexual in nature.
Ironically enough, I have all of my Augusten Burroughs books with me today. I'm going to see him at a book store appearance tonight in Toronto. I brought all 6 with the hopes that he'd sign them - or at least one. Like the rabid fan I am.
I don't know who to tag really. Perhaps if you're reading this and feel inspired to do so, I'd love to know what you're reading. Let me know. : )
Monday, March 31, 2008
Pain
Here folks, is how we spent most of our Sunday evening. ...Playing "Pain" for Playstation 3. It's violent, depraved and tasteless. But lordy is it funny. The goal is to inflict as much pain on your dude as you possibly can. They give you various targets to hit, and one can get into many a sticky situation. It's a complete time-waster, and so far, one of my favourite video games ever!
We did take a break to further our mind-gorging of season 3 of Battlestar Galactica. We sadly only have 6 more episodes to watch. Such a great show.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
The "S" in BSG, does NOT stand for Strep Throat
My job is keeping me far too busy to do much posting of any kind. At least not during the day. So snippets:
-Ted has strep-throat. He got it from me. Where oh where does strep throat come from???
At any rate, we're both on the mend.
-We're both completely enthralled in Season 3 of Battlestar Galactica. We've watched 7 episodes over 3 nights. Suicide bombers, poisoning your own wife for treason, vigilante justice for crimes against humanity (I must say in all my years of watching Star Trek, I don't think I've actually seen someone get blown-out of an air-lock from an "inside" perspective. "Voyager" and "Enterprise" both did "external" shots. But watching Jammer get sucked-out of the launch bay and start to drift, seemed very... real.), religious zeal and occupation, a failed attempt at racial genocide.... *deep breath* I cannot effectively GUSH enough about how deeply rivetting every single moment of every episode of this season has been thus far. I'd say "Long Live BSG", if I didn't already know the 4th season will be its last. : ( Oh well. I'm enjoying the ride! : )
'Kay, that was an awfully big snippet and I have to bugger off now. : )
-Ted has strep-throat. He got it from me. Where oh where does strep throat come from???
At any rate, we're both on the mend.
-We're both completely enthralled in Season 3 of Battlestar Galactica. We've watched 7 episodes over 3 nights. Suicide bombers, poisoning your own wife for treason, vigilante justice for crimes against humanity (I must say in all my years of watching Star Trek, I don't think I've actually seen someone get blown-out of an air-lock from an "inside" perspective. "Voyager" and "Enterprise" both did "external" shots. But watching Jammer get sucked-out of the launch bay and start to drift, seemed very... real.), religious zeal and occupation, a failed attempt at racial genocide.... *deep breath* I cannot effectively GUSH enough about how deeply rivetting every single moment of every episode of this season has been thus far. I'd say "Long Live BSG", if I didn't already know the 4th season will be its last. : ( Oh well. I'm enjoying the ride! : )
'Kay, that was an awfully big snippet and I have to bugger off now. : )
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