I had a second date...

It was sorta fun, but I came to the realization that he's not for me. I know, I know, beggars can't be choosers, but it's all too clear he's not the guy.

For the record, he is a number of very good things: he's tall, thin, likes video games and British comedy and all that good stuff, PLUS he's into the fatticakes (although he says he isn't, which I think is very sweet).

He's clearly in it for the sex, though. Plus he doesn't like to bathe. His words, not mine.

I had a date!?

Yeah, I can't really believe it either. I think he's into short, fat and bald, which is unusual because he's only two of these.

I know, I'm being vague. Suffice it to say, this sort of thing doesn't happen very often. I mean, someone dropping out of the sky to send you an email through plentyoffish telling you how much he's into you.

Well, it was yesterday. Nothing happened (of course. I'm not that kind of guy. He is, though), but I had a fairly good time. It would have been better if we both weren't suffering from colds.

I'm still a little bit in shock. More once I determine the whole thing wasn't just a fever dream.

Freaky Fricken Friday!

I don't deal well with coincidences. When I run into someone from my past it is invariably a bad experience, because I keep in touch with the people I like. Here's a picture:

It doesn't relate to this entry, I just thought it was a while since I posted a picture.

ANYWAYS, last Friday I met with a friend of mine to chat about a documentary he wants to make (he actually does this for a living!). We were on Commercial and we finished around 1 PM. I was meeting some friends way down Broadway, but not until that evening, so I figured I'd go for a good, long walk. Pump up my pedometer a little. I still have a great time exploring this city, I had time to kill. Whatever, I like long walks! I'm not on trial here!

So I'm walking for about 20 minutes when I see a little computer store across the street. Those of you who have been following my enthralling blog (or "enthralblog") know I am currently in the market for a netbook. So I cross the street and go in.

The first thing I see is this guy, Mike. He works from time to time as a contractor at the place where I had been working (before this bout of unemployment. I'll tell you about it sometime). He didn't recognize me without my shirt and tie, but I said "hi" and we chatted for a bit. Okay, not so bad, right? Hi, nice to see you, getting your computer fixed? No, we have no netbooks, we have no netbooks today. So I keep walking.

Keep in mind that this is not my neighbourhood and it's nowhere near where I used to work. Vancouver is a large city, from what I've been told. Therefore, running into someone like that is a bit unusual.

I keep walking for a while and I finally reach my destination for the evening, about four hours early. I figured I would pop into the nearest Starbucks, order something large and sweet, crowbar myself into one of those cushy chairs and play PSP or write some notes for a few hours. There are worse ways to spend your afternoon when you're unemployed.

First things first, however. I go to the washroom, "freshen up" (by expelling urine from my bladder), then as I walk out of the washroom I see something in the cafe that I did not see coming in:

MY FORMER BOSS

Not the one from the job I just had, the one from the job I had prior to that, which I had escaped with the last remaining shreds of my dignity and sanity, balls thoroughly busted. She was having a meeting with the other regional bosses. Her back was to me. I have no idea whether or not she saw me, but I got the hell out of that place. Of all the Starbucks in all the world...

So I go, quivering, to another cafe across the street and attempt to calm myself with an iced chai. This place was bigger, and it had a whole separate section with big comfy chairs. As soon as an opening presented itself, I plopped into one of the seats and settled my ass in for a good afternoon's relax. Of course, I don't think this would be a very interesting post if that was the end of it...

Right smack in the middle of the room was this woman. I hadn't seen her in about, ooo, seven years. We had been in a couple of plays together, but she had become distant and unfriendly for some reason and I wrote her off as a cow. THIS WAS BACK IN EDMONTON, remember.

Chances are, whoever reading this is a more well-adjusted person than I am and is probably not used to the experience of having someone you once knew and spoke to regularly become that person you walk past in the hall without acknowledging or without them acknowledging you. She was one of these people, and she was one of many. One of the main reasons I left Edmonton in the first place was to escape from these burned bridges.

And there she was! I wasn't sure it was her (this woman's hair was much nicer and silkier, as if she'd discovered some new conditioner in the past few years), so I didn't say anything, and she didn't say anything, though I'm sure she recognized me. So I ended up sitting in that coffee shop for several hours, playing my little video games, glancing at her surreptitiously, trying to find some sort of signal that it wasn't really her and I could relax, and the whole reason she wasn't coming over to say "hi" was because we had never met.

I think a lot of people reading this may have some trouble understanding why this was all so unpleasant. I think it's one of those "you have to have an anxiety disorder to understand" types of things.

In any case, it was all I could do to go outside the coffee shop again.

OH, but there is a bright spot to this story. I ended up taking the bus quite late. I arrived at Marine Drive and checked the bus schedule, and saw that my bus (the last bus of the night) was not due for 25 minutes. It was cold as ass and I was underdressed, so I figured I might as well start walking. In 25 minutes, I could at least get halfway home.

I had been walking for about 5 minutes (and was no longer anywhere near a bus stop) when suddenly I saw my bus coming by! 20 minutes early! This was not unusual in my experience with the bus service in this city, but what WAS unusual was the fact that the bus pulled up next to me and ITS DOOR OPENED!!

Long story slightly less long, the driver was actually late, not early (his was the previous bus) and he actually recognized me, despite the fact that it was from behind, I was wearing a hat, it was nighttime and he was in a moving vehicle. He even knew where my stop was. I'm sure if he hadn't picked me up, I would have caught something, or at least been very cold.

If there is some sort of cosmic message here, it has been lost on me.

Damn.

Cool vidjo!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AJzU3NjDikY

I can't even imagine how long it must have taken them to make this film, and how mind-bogglingly taedious (I like to spell it that way, shut up) it must have been to make it. Please watch it, then give them a nice comment, if you are so inclined.

+4 pts. to Faith in Humanity!

I just found a website that put me in a good mood all day. It offers advice to people who will still insist on using the word "gay" to mean "bad", "lame" or "stupid":

http://thinkb4youspeak.com/

This has long been a thorn in my heart. I never thought that there would be people out there who would bother to make a statement about it! I can think of a few people who need to have this link sent to them. Like some former co-workers. And everyone in Alberta. Well, I exaggerate. A bit.

I NEED A JOB!

There's just so much stuff I want to buy!

My dream is to work for one of the video game companies, but not having any skills, it's a bit difficult to gain entry into this highly sought-after field. I'd love to do something involving editing or writing. Nothing left to do but keep searching.

I would like to thank all my fan for her encouragement, though, and assure her that I'm feeling much better now, thank you.

Oh, and Happy Thanksgiving!

DENIED!

Didn't get the job.

I wonder how hard it is to become an alcoholic? They have all the answers.

My Weight Loss Coach

I am trying out My Weight Loss Coach for the Nintendo DS. I'm finding it surprisingly charming! Far from being an instructional workout program or a series of checklists, it's a very interactive all-round health coach. It comes with a pedometer that I wore all day today during my big walk (7500 steps).

It gives you little daily challenges, ranging from "eat a piece of cheese" to "jog until you see an animal". Plus, there are a bunch of mini-quizzes and unlockables that keep you motivated. Over it all, it monitors your weight, daily activity, what you eat, and probably more (which I have to unlock), and a little stick-man teaches and encourages throughout. I like that little guy. So far...

Jorb Interview...

I had a job interview today for a job I really want, which is the worst, of course. I felt good going in, but then I started babbling and my voice went all hoarse. I really want this job. Pray for Mojo...

I then walked quite a lot of the way home, almost halfway, I think. Considering my bus ride there was an hour and a half, I think I did fairly well. It's my goal to someday drop the fat from short, fat, bald, ugly.

I know what netbook I want!

I just realized I haven't been consistent with capitalizing the titles of my posts. As titles, each word should be capitalized (with certain exceptions, as per essay or book titles, etc.), but I don't know what the blog protocol (or "blogocol") is regarding titles. If anyone knows, please feel free to let me know.

I know the netbook I want! After long consultation with a knowledgeable friend of mine and plenty of research on the internet-web, I have chosen the Asus Eee PC 1000HA! I think! Actually, I was just researching it a bit more at liliputing.com, the best netbook review website I have found, and it seems that the 1000HA won't have built in 802.11n and probably no Bluetooth!? This bears more research. Do I REALLY need Bluetooth? And similar questions.

Maaaaaaybe I'll just wait until I have a job first...

XKCD!

I also have never posted a link before, and what better way to practice than to show everyone this great web-comic:

http://xkcd.com/

A good friend of mine told me about this great comic. If you're anything like me, i.e. not the sharpest quill in the porcupine, then you'd better keep another window open with Wikipedia on it. You'll see why.

I spent a part of the day reading through all the archives. It's like much of my favourite comedy, in that it knows how to be silly and smart at the same time.

By the way, I hyphenated "web-comic" on purpose, just to see what it would look like if this entry were created in the mid-1800s. But for those of you that noticed, good for you!

What an asshole I've been!

What with my parents' visit and the fact that I'm intensely lazy, I haven't posted in an indecent, nay downright pornographic length of time, and I let all my fan down.

What's the blog etiquette, or "bletiquette", regarding addressing a comment poster directly in your blog entry? I somehow get the feeling it's not right, like I'm breaking some sort of fourth wall. Yes? No? Anyways, Grumpus, you are a very kind person for taking the time, even just to type a few lines. I hope something pleasant happens to you.

Anyways, I've never posted a picture before so here's one for practice:

6 AM and the cats are fed

I are need slpleep, sleep 3 am to now, need.

Routine is suffers, still no job.

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