I might have mentioned in my last blog how concerned I was about my family. And about the probability of coming down with it, too. With all of them coughing and hacking, I remembered the words of Agent Smith: 'This is the sound of inevitability' . So yeah, I'm sick, my throat hurts, and I am mighty bitter about everything right now. If you were to meet me in real life, I'm sure you'd say what most people say about me. That I'm happy, that I always have time to make someone feel good ...

Everyone in my family is sick. My sister's girl has pneumonia, my sister has a nasty throat infection. My girl has it too, and is now on florescent pink antibiotics that smell sickly sweet. They are all hacking and feverish, and I'm positively dreading the moment that I feel the first tickle in my throat. But damnit, I refuse to get sick. I've only just gotten better from the last round of flu. My first line of defense has been to shoot everyone with nasty glares when they forge...

I've forseen my own death a hundred times... It's a common thing; to dream your own death. In most cases, the way you die tends to symbolize your current worries and fears. Some dream of burning buildings, others of a great, swan-dive. There are people who have dreams shocking moments of pulled-triggers, and forceful thrusts of shining knives. My dream is freefall in slow-motion. We hit the fast flowing water and suddenly everything speeds up, superquick. My sister and I star...

I was sent the following email this morning from an old schoolfriend. My first thought was of disbelief. Not for the sentiment, but for the sender of the email. Thought for the Day: If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it. If He had a wallet, your photo would be in it. He sends you flowers every spring. He sends you a sunrise every morning. Face it, friend - He is crazy about you! I know that she has been more interested in religion since she got marrie...

I admit it. I follow the flame wars. I signed up here Dec/04, and have seen quite a few people go down like a torpedoed ship after antagonizing the wrong people, blurting out an ill-thought statement or accused wildly in panic. I've often wondered during moments where it looks to be quite clear that there is a clear-cut winner and a clear-cut loser why few ask the question "Why don't you just leave?" First of all, it's harsh. Even when Bobby Drake suggested to Rogue that it might be...

I'm never going to get used to this bloody shift... I think I've made a crucial error by signing up for the nightshift at work. Yes, it's more money. Yes, it is, in many ways, an easier job than day scheduling. But it's bloody hard on the body. I can't eat, I can't sleep, and I've missed a period. And, since there's been no joy for what seems like decades, something's definitely going on. I like it better, though. It's hell on my social life, but it reigns in my partying nature, so I ...

Strange, but in the Toronto Star last week, an article ran about the numerous sightings of unidentified flying objects in Whitby, ON. I grew up there, yanno. And, the one reverberating question in my mind is: What the hell are they doing there? Whitby: at one time was farmlands and fields away from Toronto. My parents moved there in the early 60's, and it literally was 'out in the country'. Nowadays, it's just another example of suburban sprawl; the houses that I grew up in are wort...

I've been feeling blahhh lately. Take a cold, add new nightshift, lack of time spent with my girl and then sprinkle some neverending poverty and shake it all together with some oddly-occuring low self-esteem and you have a recipe for me. It's odd, I'm not the most chipper person out there, but I get worried for myself when I'm blue like this. I suppose it's because I remember what it's like to be heavily deppressed, and all the signs are pointing in that direction again: messy house, not ...

Maybe it's my '35 years and single' state coming forward, but mygod, I hate mushy, slobbery sentiments like the song title noted above. Or maybe it's just Barry Manilow reasserting his position for the ' #1useless-wtf-mind-music-from-nowhere-hitmaker' . Either way, I think I've hit that cynical stage again, that generally happens twice a year, right around Hallmark Day and Freshman First Love week. People just make me sick with their PDAs in downtown Peterborough, lately. Howeve...

How many times have you scrolled down in the forums to catch sight of a title that seems vaguely familiar? How many times have you seen a once familiar author's name on a list of articles only to discover later that the article was written eons ago? I can't say that I hate rediscovering old articles. In fact, I rather enjoy re-reading good stuff, and later pleased to see the responses of bloggers from long ago. It piques my interest to find out who actually brought an old article back t...

Having an ear infection is like using a free ticket for the tilt-a-whirl. Mind you, I'm not entirely positive that it's an ear infection or just congested sinuses. Either way, it's funny that I find this unsteadiness, this lightheadedness alarming, when, as a youth (okay, even now) I would pay good money for the same feeling when the party vibe is ringing. Feeling unable to articulate the simplest of sentences out loud has caused my sister to flee. Instead she's set me up with a box o...

I was up at the university this morning, trying to get some business taken care of in regards to my application to Teacher's College. Instead of being able to access pertinent websites online, I was informed that my password was either revoked or temporarily unavailable. True to luck, it was revoked, but I wasn't surprised. I haven't been a student at the university for some time, and was using their computers all this time just by chance. Most alumni get their password yanked after the fi...

It feels like I'm doing the rounds of reserves in Ontario. I've been to both Hiawatha and Curve Lake in the past two days. I am on my way up to Wasauksing First Nation, and will probably hit Shawanaga as well, while I'm there. I'm supposed to be visiting my brother in Manitoulin next month, which usually means a trip to the Mag as well. Hell, to even things up, I'll propose a spur-of-the-moment drop-in to the Casino. I'll just have to consider that as a real Rama visit, too. For a person w...

On several occasions I've been roped into political discussions at Joeuser, or I've ignored caution and rushed out an response because I've been so angered by an idiot who didn't know shit from Shinola. I realize that my own anger is counterproductive to debate. Just because I think they're an idiot doesn't mean that they actually are one. Which is my point. I need time to formulate responses, because I'd rather think about things before uttering a sentiment that might insult someone u...

I stupidly left a pot of potatoes on the stove, and then went to bed... No fear, all is well, and there is no structural damage. Actually, the way it all went down is weird. I had been sleeping hard, when all of a sudden, I just sat up in bed, with this one half-thought screaming in my head: holy shit, the potatoes! So I ran into the kitchen and the potatoes had just begun to burn. Probably not even a full minute. I burnt the hell out of the bottom of the pot, but the pot...