A Letter to the Editor

Hey there, true believers!

Are you tired of me? Are you sick of my lies and deceit, and my excuses? Well then I free you! Be slaves to me no longer, for those that believe not the truth shall believe not anything.

I am sick of being lame. I want to create something epic, something that people will tell their friends about, something tangible that I can be proud of. I have poems, but I don't think anyone actually likes them as poems. I think people mostly read them and say "That's good, for someone who isn't really a poet." I need to change that. Not necessarily with poems, but with something. I need to write something that people will like, possibly even love. Something that will capture the hearts of millions, or, failing that, hundreds, even tens.

But what do I write? Also: where? No one reads this little blog thing. The true believers I address are none other than my sister and perhaps some lonely soul who wandered into the Internet, hoping only to find someone slightly more pathetic than themselves. I am glad to know that I have delivered!

People seem to like fantasy. I like fantasy. Maybe if I write something fantastical people will like me. But is that really it? I don't care if they like me, just as long as they appreciate what I've written. I am mostly worried that what I write will be unoriginal...simply a mash of everything I've ever read. Perhaps that is enough...perhaps that is original. Perhaps what I need to do is write something that I want to read.

Perhaps.

Reading in Bed - Emily Haines and the Soft Skeleton

Like a Smack in teh Face with a Trout

So I go to bed, all dreamy like. All of a sudden I'm up, I've just realized: I am to be married in 6 days!!! SIX. This is far too little time, why wasn't I informed sooner? I don't have time to sleep! There is too much to do!!

Fark!

Alas, I think the project's secrecy has been done away with. I believe only one person doesn't know (sorry, Dude), and he will shortly, I'm sure.

I got a TV! Oh wait, no, no, that's not good, it has no A/V inputs!!! FARK!! FARK FARK FARK!!! That means I'd have to get an RF Modulator (and no, the original NES RF switch WILL NOT work, I tried it.), and if I'm going to buy an RF modulator, that will probably be ~$30 (not to mention the signal degradation!), and for that, I might just be able to get a TV with A/V in, from Avenue on Ottawa, where I will attempt to do just that this weekend. LUCKILY the TV came to no harm, and neither did my wallet in acquiring it. It came from my Dad, who was not using it, and so shall it be returned unto him, this Sunday, whence I shall make the voyage to Morpeth once more to feast on curry and the like.

You are a Runner and I am my Father's Son - Wolf Parade

Top Secret!

Hey there, true believers,

I Have commenced work on a to secret project. I cannot give you any details now, as I am still in the research phase. However, this weekend may be "the weekend" where I begin construction on what is destined to be the future of household fun. Well, for me it is.

If anyone has a Used 20"-27" TV that they are looking to get rid of, let me know asap! ASAP stands for as soon as possible. Just letting you know.


kthxbye

No music today because my itunes shortcut broke, and I am too lazy to make a new one.

Harry Potter and teh Order of the NOTHING.

Ok, if you read my previous post, you'll see that I absolutely LOVED transformers. Now, that movie changed some things about the original show, which is not only understandable, but expected. A movie today can not be 100% like the show or book it was adapted from I understand that, I really do.
Watching the Harry Potter movie was like watching a movie that was made by someone who didn't read the books. It is like they had a summary of the plot, without any of the character development or behavior.
I expected changes, I expected exemptions, really, I did. I have a problem with the changed they make because most of them were not only unnecessary changes, but most of them changed the characters in ways that is detrimental to the story. I don't want to go over every detail, because I know most of you don't want to read that. I just wanted to vent somewhere that I do not feel they stayed true to the spirit of the books, and that ruined the movie for me.
Also, NO QUIDDITCH AGAIN.

P.S. I think I am in love with Luna.

Pencils (1) - Phoenix and the Turtle

More than Meets the Eye

Hey everyone. I saw transformers tonight, with my fiancee and my nephew. I must say that, though I was expecting a terrible butchering of my beloved robots in disguise, the movie was, as my nephew put it best, PHENOMENAL. Absolutely amazing. I loved every single second of it. The acting and effects and writing and plot all blended so perfectly, I really must say that the crew, along with director Michael Bay, did an absolutely phenomenally fantastic job. I have two qualms with the movie, but they are both supremely surmountable and did not effect my feelings for the movie. I honestly wanted to go to the next showing of it, right there, but I have to survive to go into work and spread the news. FAN-FRIGGIN-TASTIC.

Advice: Do not vomit while you sleep.

Just thought you guys might like to know this. I finally fell asleep, finally. All of a sudden, I'm sitting up in bed, with a mouth full of vomit. Hot sticky chunky acid vomit. Run to toilet; vomit. Rinse mouth with water; dry heave. Gulp Pepto Bismol in panic; throw up panick bismol. Call Mal, make her worry. Stupid Dan.

Now that I can clear my throat without vomit coming up, I'm going to go brush my teeth and go to bed.

I feel like that dead dog we saw at the beach, with the decomposing bloated stomach.

no music

Okay, so it's mid-afternoon on a Saturday. I'm wearing my favourite shorts, which, some of you may know, were brutally ripped the other day. They are so old an worn that they didn't even rip on a seam. The fabric just sort of came apart. I'm going to miss the little guys, especially because I can't find any shorts that aren't retarded. Why are there so many pockets? I only require four, you can keep for "MP3 Pocket" which is just a mesh pocket inside another pocket. This is what the world has come to? Pockets within pockets advertised as MP3 Pockets? Can IO put MP3s in it? Does it hold ones and zeros? I think not.
So, an update, if you will. I still love my job. The only time I made a call I didn't like it was to the Kingsville Fisherman's Company, in (obviously) Kingsville. I wouldn't have minded that it was on the dock, I actually liked it, nice breeze off the lake. I wouldn't have minded if it was for a computer in the office, even though you have to walk through the fish-floor to get to the offices. Children, listen, it was on the fish floor. I mean DIRECTLY. This is the computer the people who gut fish use to print labels, as they gut fish. The whole thing was grimy, with what I can only assume was fish guts. It was so bad I had to use italics to describe it. Really.
The wedding plans are coming along, sort of. I guess we read the contract for Willistead wrong, so the ceremony is at 3 instead of 4. Luckily we found this out the day we were bringing the proof for the invitations in, and not after. No big deal, I'm sure people will figure something out. They're adults, they can mingle for an hour, right? Either way, I can wear my SEP badge the entire time they're waiting for us. That's right: Somebody Else's Problem. The caterer wants us to have butler-passed hors'douvres but I am all "$1000? No way!". Too much to pay for mini-quiches.
I am going to be purchasing a camera soon. I am going to sell my old PPC and other stuff on eBay, and then purchase myself a Canon 350d Digital Rebel XT. Body only, of course, I can use my current lens. This I am excited about. You know how it is. I want to take pictures! I lvoe my camera, it's a wonder, but it consumes film as though it was a hungry child, with piles of whatever kids like, I assume hot dogs. Maybe pickles? Pickle dogs. Hot pickles!! I am a genius, I think. Regardless, I am excited about accelerating into the future.
I should cut this short now, because blogs are like thirsty people. If you're very thirsty and very hot you should drink a lot of water immediately, because you will throw up all over my dad and then he will punch you in your face. This happened once.

Death Cab for Cutie - Marching Bands of Manhattan

So...about that blog.

Hey true believers.

I am the tired.

Be back later.

Insurance

State Farm.

D'Arcy Marentette.

D'Arcy Marentette's staff.

They're about to need to health insurance.

P.S. Saw the trailer for HP5 (against my wishes) I am checking every day to see when I can get my advance tickets.

10 of the best days ever

So ten days have passed, I apologize to the inter web. I have been so busy, so wonderfully busy, that I have been too tired at night to blog, so now that I've just had a nice sleep-in, I think I can take a minute to update this, on the off chance that some lone wanderer stumbles across my blog and becomes morally offended that I have not been updating in a timely fashion. I know that this is indeed a likely circumstance, and I must therefore anticipate it.
I started my job last Tuesday, and I must say that I believe myself to be one of the luckiest people ever. Not only did I find a job before I had even finished school, but I found a job I absolutely love and enjoy, and where I am appreciated. Paul, the senior tech, told me that he told his wife that they would most likely be able to vacation within the next 12 months, as I will be able to cover. That made me incredibly happy, as you can surely imagine.
Another thing which only helps to add to my excitement for the future, is that Mal and I picked up our new car yesterday! Hurrah for the Buick Rendezvous. Again, I apologize, because I know that that same wanderer might be jealous, as my car is surely better than theirs. It is truly a king among car kings. Indeed.

Harry potter soon, I guess. This also serves to bolster me for the coming storm of incredulity. I have been stressed and destitute for so long, I am unable to cope with being successful and happy! I only hope that I will survive to enjoy it more.

Bad news/Good news

So, after the worst sleep ever on Tuesday night, due mainly to my incredibly awesome panic attack at 2am, I failed my first cert. Very, very upsetting, because I only failed by about 2 questions. Just goes to show that sometimes studying doesn't help, if you don't study the right book, wink wink, nudge nudge. Anyways, I came home after that and was, obviously in a terribly pissy mood. I was throwing things and kicking things and then I threw myself into my chair and checked me email and got a message that greatly improved my mood: I got the job! Hurrah! Gainful employment! I am crazy excited, I get to wear a tie to work, and make money, and get a new car, et cetera.

All this on the heels of more bad news, about a certain application, of a certain lovely girl, to a certain type of school. That's all I'm going to say, lest the spirit of the internet whisk the information to eyes and ears everywhere. But it's not the worst news ever, at least now we get to have a DINK family for a while. That stands for Double Income, No Kids, by the way (Hurrah for grade 9 geography class!).

So Friday looks fun, write 294, and re-write 293. Then I get a nice peaceful weekend of insane study, before writing 298 and 299 on Monday. This is going to be a rough couple of days. I hope I make it through.

And so, I sleep.

With tired eyes, and tired mind, and tired soul, I sleep.

And lo, the weary traveller returns

Went out to Morpeth tonight, for dinner and computer fixin'. Also, I did laundry (Hurrah for clean clothes!). I'm nervous about the job interview tomorrow. I don't know why I get so nervous, especially when I know I can do the job, and do it well. How I long to be a sysadmin...(sigh).

Anyways, on the way home, Mal and I decided to take our honeymoon in the Maritimes. Which is a great idea, obviously. We plan to fly out, rent a car, and drive around staying at B&Bs. I love the Maritimes, something about clean air and the ocean makes me tingle inside. I'm so excited!

WEll, I better get some sleep, so I'm well rested for my daunting Job interview tomorrow! Which me luck, O nonexisting readers!

Harumph, harumph

Well, I've missed a day now. Officially it will look like two, but, I assure you, due to an error in time, it is only one. Today was a very standard day, I went to the crazy landscape place (aircraft hangar) and performed some security updates, as well as a program install. Mostly I was just there making sure Cloudy didn't commit suicide/homicide. After that it was off to Holly's to watch the dogs. I fell asleep, woke up, then studied. It was a miracle that I didn't fall asleep studying. I managed to make it through a chapter and a half in about 2 hours. Whoever wrote the MOAC book for 70-298 needs to be dragged into the street and beaten with a large tube, then shot. Seriously, you may be writing about security design, but it doesn't have to be murderously boring. Also, repetitive.
My new mystery snail, Sir Bahnahtusn Snailington, is getting along well. He hides in the substrate all day, then romps about the walls at night. The algae appears to be thinning, only time will tell.

Not much else to say. Maybe I'll play SimCity4 and go to bed.

Nighty night.

P.S. They're there, we agree they're there. They're there, alive and well.

Mooooooooonbabies!

Hey everyone who doesn't read this. I'm listening to Moonbabies, and I am heartily enjoying them. They've got a jangly but surreal environmental feel about them, similar to Explosions in the Sky, but with lyrics. I can't say much about the lyrics, except that they go really well with the music, you can tell that the singer(s) are really into it. Which is good.

To sum this up, I highly recommend Moonbabies!

Ok, time for a free writing experiment, today's lesson: Poetry.

BEGIN
O Spark that bleeds and forms a fire high above the earth
That cuts the air with screams and pitches tears about the world
they cut the hills, and stain the streams
they eat the children, but leave the dreams
the dreams wriggle about, as soulless worms
they injure stock and burn the sane
the duchess in the same lake drains
o dreams that bleed, and find my fire
I sparked it there for you
and sun that swallows earth and swallows sky
and slowly lets the live dreams die
and slowly lets the children cry
END

Well, that was exciting, wasn't it?
Have fun, be well.

The Very First Page of a Very First Day (VFD)

Here starts an experiment. I will write here, I will emote here. I will attempt to make frequent updates, and hopefully this will relieve some of my stress. As I write I can already feel my eye stop twitching. It hasn't done that recently.

I think mostly my posts will be experimental short writing, or maybe chapters of a book that I am always writing in my head. If you know me, you know that no matter what I do, I'll always want to be a writer. Fiscally, it's not a great plan, that's why I will administrate networks, but in my heart, I'll always be a writer. Also, an English Major.

Speaking of English Majors, I miss University. I miss the creativity of being able to write papers and short stories and opinion projects and discussions. Don't get me wrong, I love Active Directory, but there isn't much room for creativity in a domain environment.

For those of you who don't know me, here is a crash course: I was born in Ingersoll, I grew up in multiple houses, the two most prominent of which would be York St, where I lived with my sisters Holly and Kate, my brother Tony and my Mum and Dad; and Janette Ave, where I lived with no siblings and my Dad and step mom, Anne. Both houses were wonderful, though there were tribulations in both, as can be expected form any household. other highlights include living in New Brunswick, where I attended Atlantic Baptist University, and lived on a street called Woodstone Crescent before I went crazy and had to come home. Of course, one highlight stands above all else, and that is the meeting of my wonderful fiancee Malini, to whom I am to be wed this summer (we met in high school, standard fare). Many details have been exempt, you may learn them as time goes on, and if I keep this up.

That is all I shall force you to endure for now.

Perhaps later, pictures.