retail therapy

so this weekend was basically filled with nothing more than me filling every waking moment being a consumer.. and not just to stimulate our economy here or anything, but rather just to buy random shit to fill my apartment up.. you see, earlier this week i cleaned up and well, after the mess was removed.. it seemed so empty and dull.. so that’s why this weekend’s main mission was to gather some intentional clutter…. and now with all my new possessions, my place actually does feel a lot more cozier… mind you, i still do need a bunch of other junk.. but there is always umm.. the future, for that…

now, looking back i kinda wish i did something crazy this weekend, something to actually remember it by… sure i was a rebel when i ran across the santa claus parade, to catch to the bus… or when i took my time vacating my apartment when the fire alarm went off.. but i think i need to do more.. i think i need to do something with some greater influence and with some real consequences (and preferably something positive, since i am beyond that whole self-destructive teenage rebellion/angst thing)… maybe it’s the fact i am just becoming too civilized… this urban setting can only be damaging to my true essence… since it does nothing but try to beat out my innate manly instincts and recondition me to be this little perfect vancouverite… maybe the key is to be a ‘dick’ now and then, since this disrespect is probably the easiest and most visible way to demonstrate control over myself… but then again.. this must be reserved for the right situation, since if it is uncalled for, i will actually feel like a ‘dick’.. and well, that is not the goal here… the whole point is to be human.. and to feel ‘stuff’… sure, i can play the ‘nice’ card.. but that only comes across as me being phony, so there is no point.. i dunno… maybe i should just go shopping again and not worry about it…

rant: salsa

ok people, what’s the deal with ‘mild’ and ‘medium’ salsa taking up all the valuable shelf space at my local grocery store… 4 or 5 different brands, 3 or 4 different sizes.. and yet… there’s only one size and one brand of ‘hot’ salsa.. this is ridiculous!! am i really the minority here with my preference in enjoying the refreshing cool that only a hot salsa can provide?!?!

man to man

so maybe it’s the bottle of wine i drank, or the mood i set in my apartment.. or the fact that i just want to share with him what i have done, what i have achieved, what i feel, and who i am… growing up, he shared all this with me.. yet really this was only possible, due to the curiosity (and determination) i had at a very young age.. this courage i had helped me stick through it.. and even though the road was initially rough… time did pass and the ‘municipality’ did finally decided to pave the road… now, mind you we can’t forget about the many, many, tear-filled, dramatic phone calls made to my mom… however, in the end, i was able to make it through it all… and well, the road got paved soon enough…

however, many years later.. i find myself sitting here and trying to realize how i have grown.. and if i have become the person i have always ways wanted to become…. and for the most part i have… sure… i am not a millionaire.. like i promised i’d be by the time i was eighteen.. but whatever.. the whole point is that i want him to understand who i am… and why i do what i do… i want him to feel for a moment who i am.. to truly understand what it took for me to get where i am.. and what i feel and experience on a daily basis.. i want to share this, not as a way to rub it in his face.. or to prove anything to him.. but rather.. just to say hey.. this is what i did.. and you’re a part of it.. kuz you indirectly made me who i am and helped pave the way.. i just want him to understand for one second… to hear, to feel, to experience the pace and the tone of my life… i want him to know this, totally and sincerely… so he can be proud.. and so he can pat himself on the back, and know he did well.. kuz i did!! i know this kinda sounds like i am treating myself as a reward.. or like i am some kind special creature for not being a deadbead… but it’s more that that… i just want make sure he understands…

it feels kinda weird for me to say this.. but tonight.. me just sitting here.. thinking about my dad… encouraged me to write about him on this level… mind you, he will never read this, but, it was still important to get this out…. damn you red wine… i hope he comes out west soon to try to see and experience my life.

UPDATE 2005-11-15:due to a couple wrong clicks, and magical powers of rss and pings, this post got out there, so i figure i might as well suck it up, live by the feelings i experienced, and re-publish this post for all to see.

three hundred and sixty fifth day

well folks the time has come and while there are still a few moments left, i must sit here and get this post out. it does kinda suck that i am not in a totally narcissistic mood right now.. but i think i can pull together enough self-admiration to do this somewhat right… i guess i could even do a follow up on a later date… yeah, i’ll do that, but still, i should at least tell you what the hell i am talking about… and that is… drum roll please… today marks the commemoration of my first year of inhabitance in vancouver (aka my one year anniversary) – good work velkr0!

new theme

welcome to the newly rethemed this new design is a bit more stylish and funky… and does kool things like daily background image changes… and dragable menus that are transparent and float… but unfortunately there are still issues… like if yer using ie you probably don’t have any navigation right now.. so… $solution=’run out and buy yourself a mac’; .. and use safari… or be patient.. as i work out all the bugs…

update 2005-11-07 21:15: back to the old theme for now… the ie problems were just too much.. i should really get a windows box to test with.. naaa.. nevermind..

tonight: fried chicken

so ever since i have been back in vancouver.. i’ve been trying to develop ‘that relationship’, which you so often see on tv, with the girl at the coffee shop… but since i am normally very out of it in the morning and that people’s shifts tend change all the time… it’s been somewhat difficult.. however, enter the ‘grocery store’… it is normally a daily visit, there’s plenty of time to talk to the clerk, and you actually have something to talk about that you both know – the food yer buying! so anyways.. to make a long story short.. i found me a grocery store girl about 5 days ago.. and she has grown with me, through halloween, my creative meals of the past few nights and my great personality which always shines when i sign my name on that thermal credit card slip.. but of course.. today, with my most daring meal yet (fried chicken), she informs me that today is her last day.. and that i’ll have to go visit her at starbucks to tell her how the chicken turned out.. so i guess if you think about it… this could turn into the perfect little tv-like coffee shop scenario… but it won’t kuz well.. the one she is going to be working at is way to far away (in pedestrian terms).. so i guess i’ll just have to wait until tomorrow.. where the adventure to find the next kool grocery store girl begins..

btw.. the chicken.. proved to be more difficult that i thought.. however, rest assured, my smoke alarm does indeed work and that round two of the chicken.. was perfectly delicious….

dirty old man

halloween weekend is now pretty much over now, and it was damn good. the party friday night, that tyler, enej, mitch and i went to was fucken awesome… i hadn’t been to a party like that in a while… it was in a house decorated all spooky and absolutely packed with people… everyone was dressed up, and to top it all off… it had an open bar! yes people, an open bar!!! which of course, resulted in the over-consumption of alcohol by everyone there.. anyways we’re all familiar with that… so yeah… i was just dressed up as an old man (thanks to the help of a cane, a straw hat, and a stiff walk).. however, as the night progressed an ‘old man from florida’ quickly turned into a ‘dirty old man from florida’… but hey, being in character is what brings out the best in a costume!

also, friday night i got a call from an online buddy, who i have digitally known for quite some time (think back to 6 digit icq numbers kids), but this call was actually the first time i ever talked to her. it was pretty not-awkward, so that was kool… good talking to ya crissy (and yes, this counts as ‘your blog post’)…

ohh, and i visited my tv again today… and well, it just not worth that much cash debt…

canned entertainment

i watched the first four episodes of ‘how i met your mother’ today and this show seemed to totally make me laugh out loud.. it has gotta be the best new sitcom this year.. i find the jokes clever and they always seem to catch me off guard.. unlike the predictable shit found in ‘my name is earl’ and ‘everybody hates chris’ which seem ohh so familiar… this show actually made me laugh…. however, i did notice the laugh track, and it kinda frightened me when i did and when i caught myself laughing along with it.. and then i got thinking.. maybe it’s so funny because of the laugh track.. maybe it is the laugh track that is inviting me to laugh and encouraging me to simply let go and enjoy the comic relief the show can provide..?.. both ‘my name is earl’ and ‘everybody hates chris’ exclude a laugh track.. but have jason lee and chris rock (respectively) narrating and coaching us through the plot and explaining why things are should be funny… either way.. we the viewers, audience, product, or whatever.. are being spoon-fed entertainment… and well, is that so bad?!… isn’t that what television is about… turning our brains off, somehow ‘connecting’ to stories/characters and getting lost in a vast wasteland…

idea, rant and no rave

so i was walking around the other day.. and thought to myself.. hey.. wouldn’t it be kool if there was like a bonjour/rendezvous/zeroconf sms protocol for cell phones that are in a very close proximity.. basically, it would just list all the phones that are near you… and you could send these people an sms.. i figure it would be better that trying to talk to these people since everyone is already walking around using their phone anyways…

and have you ever noticed how it has become socially acceptable to answer your phone mid-face-to-face conversation.. but it’s still rude to interrupt someone when they’re on the phone.. something is wrong with that.. face-to-face should always get priority every time (and mom, finally, here is an example of a redundant sentence… saying always and every time is redundant)

high definition analogy

so while talking to my buddy gerald today via IM, he noticed an important discovery… he was able to draw a conclusion that helps makes sense of explaining my need for having a high-quality television (…such as the 40″ Sony Bravia™ KDLV40XBR1) and well, that deduction is nothing less than a desire to use it to pickup chicks…. sounds kinda crazy at first.. but when you compare it to guys wanting a fancy car.. it starts to make sense… we all know that cars and other expensive goods do not directly connect you to women.. but they do work on another level… the confidence level… the pride level.. the level that makes us men not be wusses, to take risks to get what we want, etc. i dunno personally, i think i just want to watch tv and have a clear picture, but if it is going to help me pick up… then all the more reason to splurge… comments?

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