Ah damn. It was an awesome Idol night…making my choice pretty difficult.
Out of all of them, I think the bottom three will be Elena, Jason, and Jacob. What? No Shane? Well, he did such a good job (finally) that people will be voting for him to give him a chance.
In the end, I want Jason to go, but he hasn’t been in the bottom three yet, so I figure he’ll be safe. That leaves Elena. She sang really sweet today. It’s just…in a group of six great performers, someone still has to be at the bottom.
I think the line from that Alanis song is “How to keep smiling when you’re thinking of killing yourself”.
I live in fear. I suppose I’m exaggerating. I’m not sure myself.
This morning I got into a minor dispute with my mother when she came home from work. She ended up walking away not wanting to talk to me. Alright, fine, things like that happen. She’ll let go, and everything will be back to normal.
I know that. However, despite knowing this for a fact, I’m fearing that one day something will happen, or I might cross the line so far that a return to normalcy is no longer possible. It scares the shit out of me. I know people could argue that it’s all natural and ingrained that a parent love their children unconditionally. You know, I’m not sure if that still applies when the child is now grown up. On the verge of independence, there almost seems to be an impending disconnect that may or may not happen. Maybe I’ve watched too many movies that have broken families. Who knows.
Over by my place there’s a railroad crossing. Just metres away from the corssing is a T-shaped intersection with a traffic light. Under normal conditions, I always get an advanced green at the lights allowing me to turn into the stem of the T-intersection. I noticed yesterday though that the lights have this peculiar behaviour to them. Whenever there’s a train going through that railroad crossing, the lights remain red for the duration of the passage. It stays green for the people up from the stem.
Now, yesterday, when I crossed the railroad I suddenly heared the loud whistle and saw the cross arms slowly lower with its flashing lights. As I gazed in the mirror I mused to myself about how I’m a lucky bastard. Just a minute or two longer and I would’ve been stuck. Little did I know, I actually was stuck. Between the railroad and the light is room for several vehicles. I just happened to get caught in that trap.
I sat there for a minute or two wondering what the hell I should do. Traffic from the stem had been reduced to the occasional car. The people in the through lane couldn’t take it anymore and went straight through the red light. It took me a moment or two longer before I said “fuck it” and made a left turn through the red light. It’s not like the facing traffic was going anywhere anytime soon, right? Although, I couldn’t help but feel guilty for doing so. I mean, though, where can you draw the line between traffic rules and common sense? If I had waited there at the light, it would’ve been ten minutes before the train would finish. Other cars had already decided to go through anyway.
So what about in some other case, like in a city intersection at 3 in the morning and no one’s around? Do I stop at the light? I figure I would. I mean, I know that the light will turn green sometime soon. In my case, who knows how long that train would’ve taken. It could’ve been ridiculously long.
Bah. It’s something I shouldn’t be worrying about.
I know, I didn’t update this weekend. Maybe I’ve been busy. Maybe I’ve just been lazy. Whatever. This weekend I was in a state of indifference. That being said, I actually got a few things accomplished. For example, I managed to write out an Operation Replay article for Genvid. I’m actually proud of that one. It’s not often you can work the word “fellatio” onto the front page of a popular Sailormoon site.
Seriously.
Also, I whipped through a few FOC-related emails. That actually felt good. I mean, this weekend was relatively quiet on the frosh week related front. It wasn’t until last night when the flurry of emails started up again. My inbox must be up to 2000 or so frosh week related emails. It’s really psycho. I suppose I shouldn’t complain. Honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Oh, but that’s the reason for this sense of panic. There are just three weeks left before it’s show time.
The judges have a fucking scat fetish.
So, Ben was Proud Mary and Fancy Dancer in college…he’s either really secure, or really flaaaaaming.
Elena, Kaleb…toss up between Jason and Shane, but I’ll pick Jason.
Bottom 3: Elena, Kaleb, Jason
Kaleb gets the one way ticket out of the CI mansion of luxury to the everyman shanty of mediocrity.
Lately I’ve been seeing a lot of squashed animals on the road lately. Usually you can identify the animal, but after being run over a few times by heavy vehicles the carcass just becomes unrecognizable.
Back when I was living west of the city, I would frequently see squashed squirrels on the road. I found them a bit interesting because the strange contrast between the black fur and the red blood and guts was striking. This was only when the body was a fresh kill though. Soon enough, the body would flatten out and it’d look like one of those animal pelt carpets you might see in a hunter’s home. Of course, they’re a lot smaller. Maybe you can imagine a family of mice with a squirrel pelt carpet. I mean, there’s papa mouse redaing the paper with his feet over the carpet. There’s mama mouse tending to the little baby mice…
They’ve just installed a new phone system in my company. It looks pretty nifty. The default setting for the volume of these phones is about halfway up the full volume scale. Thing is, halfway up the scale is pretty damn loud. When I tested the volume for the first time the morning, I was pretty much blown off my seat. OK, so I’m exaggerating. Anyway, my first order of business was the lower the volume considerably. I ended up dropping it down to the lowest level…which is silly.
All around the company, you can hear people lowering their ringer volumes. It’s like an announcement that someone has arrived in office. People are also playing around with their ringtones. These phones seem to be polyphonic–meaning that the ringtones sound like those you’d find on cellphones now. Hell, there are even ones that say in a human voice “are you there?” It makes me wonder though. If someone isn’t there, will the voice repeat?
“are you there? are you there? are you there? are you there? are you there? are you there? are you there? are you there? are you there? are you there? are you there? are you there? ”
Voicemail is another thing people are setting up. All around me you can hear people saying “Hi, this is _____, I’m away from my desk right now…” And, of course, there are different messages for away from desk, away from work, etc etc. So I’m hearing people rerecord these things many times over. It’s like I’ve been dropped into some strange dimension. Hahah. I wonder if I can record a joke greeting like, “Hi, this is Goldfish #007. I’m away from my fishbowl right now…” and not get in trouble. I’m a co-op. It’s not like anyone is going to call me, you know?
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