Monthly Archive: October 2010

I’m going as myself

You, I’ve never really been one to participate in this whole Halloween thing. This is totally a day where I will intentionally be all “humbug” and just want to have everyone disappear. I’ve been like this since I was young. If I really think about it, I can only think of three times when I donned a costume. More often than not I was at home, probably at home helping my parents dish out candy to everyone else. Yeah, I was that guy. Dressing up was just never really was important. It wasn’t a religious thing or anything. I just…don’t think my parents say it as something worthwhile. So they never bothered trying to take me out around the neighbourhood to participate in the festivities. I did go out one time with a buddy, so I got my fill. From that experience, I decided that it was just more trouble than it was worth. Hell, if I desperately want candy, I’ll just go buy it. Pfft. Fast forward to today where dressing up is just not something I do.

Killjoy.

I’m not opposed to dressing up. Actually, the idea of costumes intrigues me. At this point though, who would I dress up for? Colleagues? Pfft, again! Friends? Not likely. There’s just no reason. What can I say? Do I feel like I’m missing out. For the most part, no. There’s still a voice though in the back of my head that is telling me that I’m missing out on a lot of the social credits that can be gained. It’s complicated!

*grumble*

Is it November, yet?

Idle chef

Earlier today I gave my mom a call just to check in on she and dad were doing. Everything seems all right. She asked me though when the next I’ll invite them over for dinner will be. I told her that I wasn’t sure. That question gave me pause. I really have to think hard to remember the last time I made a full on meal here. Making pancakes and bacon on a lazy weekend morning doesn’t count. Making pies, muffins, or cookies doesn’t count either. I’m talking about making something big for dinner that requires at least a little bit of planning and patience. If I look back among my food-related posts, the last time I took pictures was…late August. I think sometime between now and then I had a steak. All of this just indicates that, no, I haven’t really done much cooking in a long time. That just makes me a little sad.

Honestly, it’s not surprising. Cooking for one person is a difficult task. Most recipes create enough food to feed several people. I don’t want to have leftovers that stick around for many days after. Secondly, I end up arriving home late a few days a week. There’s no sense cooking a full blown meal starting at 10 p.m. Often, in anticipation, I’ll have a heavier than usual lunch. Usually that allows me to bypass dinner. Yeah, I realize these are all kind of lame excuses. If I really wanted to, I’m sure I could find a way to fit things in. Right now though, life has told me to choose. If I’m continually falling asleep on the couch out of exhaustion, there’s no way to fit more in.

So, I chose two weekends from now as a time to invite the parents over to eat. It’ll give me an excuse to do something proper. I refuse to let my skills rust from lack of use.

Pinch hitter

Wow, so tonight is the second time I’ve stood in for someone that wasn’t able to make it to the Friday student show at the theatre I take improv classes at. It’s not the organizers that ask or anything, but fellow students that were in previous classes with me. I figure, if I can continue building the reputation as Mr. Reliable, I’m totally on the right track.

Side note: totally fell asleep on the couch again writing this thing. Baaaaaaad trend.

Lightly battered

Yeah, I’m backdating this entry to fill in yesterday’s date. I was sitting on the couch pondering about what to write about when I basically fell asleep. It’s really a good thing my couch is so darn comfortable. Probably a good thing thatI’m minimizing movement. See, my left hip is bruised, my left knee is in pain, and generally I’m feeling a little battered, like shrimp tempura. I did an improv show at a dive bar last night, and a lot of my scenes involved me getting shot, or falling to the ground. Every time I fell, I really went for it. The common sense thing to do would have been to soften the landing, but no, I really just collapsed where I was. I ended up just limping from the bar back to the station.

I’ll be fine, really. Nothing an Advil or two can’t dull. The things I do for a laugh, I guess.

No rest for the wicked

Having a bit of down time is a bit of a slippery slope, isn’t it? Laziness just begets more laziness if left unchecked. Post-marathons I’ve been allowing myself to take it easy. I mean, one of the reasons I didn’t do as well as I had hoped at my second one was just that it happened far too soon after the other one. Sure, there are a good handful of people in my running group that have also done it, but God, doing two in the span on three weeks is still rare. Had better sense prevailed I probably would have missed the second one. Not that I’m regretting having run it; I’m quite proud of my achievements. Eh, where am I going with this point…? Well, I haven’t really allowed myself to rest all that much. Sure, I don’t think I trained enough between the two races, but the fact remains that I can’t claim laziness because I’ve run the second event.

Now, it’s about a week and a half since the race and I haven’t run once. Yes, I’m glad I’m taking some time for myself. Still, I can’t allow myself to get complacent. First and foremost, I have a half marathon on November 7. I need to get a few runs in or else I’ll be in rough shape come race day. Two days after that, I start coaching the new half marathon group at my Running Room location. On top of all this, I’m taking on two different improv classes, plus various shows interspersed all over. In short, I’m going to be busy for the next few months. So…should I really feel so guilty at this moment for not being so active? No rest for the wicked.

Yay, technology!

Earlier today, after work I decided to walk up to the subway station instead of taking the streetcar. It was raining at the time, but since I had an umbrella I really didn’t mind getting out there. Sounds like me, right? It’s a relatively short walk, but about midway I think the weather in combination with the warm air and the dimming sunlight was just making me feel a little bit sick. The discomfort increased to the point where I figured that hopping on a streetcar would be the best option. I still had about 8 minutes left in my walk if I wanted to finish my trek. I didn’t think it was worth it to finish the walk, just because the discomfort was mounting.

As I waited at the stop I checked my phone for the next arrival times. A while back I bookmarked the NextBus website which lists predicted arrival times for the many streetcar lines in the city. My phone said that the next vehicles would arrive in 1 minute and 3 minutes. I figured I could manage that. The first vehicle came around and only dropped off a few passengers. It was so packed that it couldn’t take anyone waiting. I waited for the second one and saw that it was just as packed. It was so full that the driver actually just drove right passed us. I checked my phone and saw that the next ones would come in 6 minutes and 8 minutes. Again, I waited there patiently.

While waiting I recalled the fact that this stop was pretty bad in terms of catching a ride. Usually I’m inside the streetcar though so it never really affected me before. Anyway, the next streetcar came and again it was packed such that the driver didn’t bother stopping. This time I growled out loud. Knowing that one was coming in 1-2 minutes, I told myself that if I couldn’t get on this one I’d just walk. I checked my phone and it said that the next one after the one coming was 9 minutes away. The the streetcar came, it was once again packed. The driver held the door open though. I was going to avoid getting in, but then I remembered what my phone was predicting. I wasn’t willing to hang around for another 9 minutes or so, so at the last moment I got on. Pfft. Sure, it was snug in there, and I really had to jockey for position. All the same, there would have been no point in just hanging around for a fifth streetcar to pass by. It probably would be filled anyway. All of this proved to me just how useful smartphones can be. I mean, the crowd at the stop didn’t do much to find a way on, but as a result they ended up waiting there for another good chunk of time in unpleasant weather. Yay technology!

What’s done is done

Let’s all just let the dust settle and get back to the business of running this place, yes?

Imminent shedding?

I was doing a bit of reflection earlier today. I seem to be the type of person that tends to go through periodic regeneration. What do I mean by that? Well, every so often I go through a process of shedding, leaving behind my old self and redefining myself as something new and different. Yeah, OK, I might be sounding dramatic about it since everyone goes through such periods. For me though, it feels like there is no overlap between phases. Once I leave one phase, there’s no desire to revisit anything left behind. Think of a phoenix being reborn from its own ashes.

The last shedding that I went through was at the end of university from about 2004-2006. Before that was the end of high school. Lately I’ve been living a rather stable existence, but I have to wonder, what’s going to be the catalyst for my next level-up experience? What will I be shedding and leaving behind? What’s currently not working for me such that there will be a need to dump it? Heck, at this point of relative stability, what’s going to cause me to accept change? So many questions!

I guess I’m spending a few words on this only because I almost feel like change is imminent. I can feel it in my bones. Either that or I’m just going crazy. Bah.

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