My two days off have been less than exciting. I went for a walk yesterday with my older sister (aka house boss.. haha). I was trying to start taking photos so I could post them on my flickr site. However, it ended up getting really cold and Chick and I decided to head home. That night, I ended up reading over 300 pages of a Timothy Findley novel. It's a pretty decent novel, I recommend you read it - The Piano Man's Daughter. Today was pretty miserable. Took a two hour walk, but it was cold and raining. So those were my days off. Here's to something exciting happening.

So that's a picture of me and my older sister who I mentioned in the first post (I'm on the right with the wild grin). This picture was taken last Canada Day while my sister and I waited for the parade. I decided, as my other sister suggested in one of her comments, to "liven" up my post by adding photos - but this time not of a freaky Jack Nicholson.

I haven't posted for a little while because, oddly, I was actually busy. A couple of high school chums came up for the week and I've been working quite a bit. However, starting tomorrow, I have two days off in a row. I plan on, weather permitting, to borrow my elder sis's camera and take some photos.

To be honest not much has been happening despite my lack of free time. Apparently, lots of people have been thieving books from the bookstore I work at. If that interests you. Also, the other day as I was walking to make our nightly deposit I got to walk past some kid with his "weiner hanging all over the place" (I believe that's the Zoolander line) being dragged by the security guard through the mall. The next day, as I was making the deposit, the bank machine beside me randomly shot out 120 dollars!! But yah, that's as exciting as things have gotten.

Until next time....

Act I Scene I

From stage left - loud, violent banging as if on screen door. Young heroine sitting centre stage at laptop listening to the marvie local rock station. Looks around bewildered.

heroine: What was that?

Silence. Heroine shakes her head and continues what she was doing. Banging occurs again. This time louder, longer and more violent.

Heroine looks in the direction of the sound. Loud banging and door bell.

heroinethinking: Maybe it's my sister come back.

Heroine opens door a crack.

Enter crazydrunkman.

crazydrunkman: Hey is Jim here?

heroine: doy?

crazydrunkman: Ya, he used to live upstairs.

heroinethinking: What was the name of the guy upstairs again? [Aside to audience: it was Scott]

heroine: They moved out. At the beginning of the month.

crazydrunkman: Okay. Hey, do you guys have any crack or weed?

heroine: No, I'm afraid not.

Exit crazydrunkman

End of Act I Scene I 

My good friend Ashley and I ventured out of our homes yesterday and to the movie theatre. We saw Kicking and Screaming with Will Ferrell, Robert Duvall, some cute kids, and this guy Mike Ditka who I presume is a famous football coach (Yes, I know nothing about sports). As much as I love Will Ferrell, this was a children's movie. There were a couple of really good lines, very Ferrell-esque in quality. What is that haunting aroma? Still, it definitely wasn't worth the 11 dollars. Wait for it to come out on video.

I hadn't been to the theatre for at least a month. You see, I actually really hate going to the theatre and I abstain for as long as I can. Naturally, I always seem to forget why and end up going back for no good reason other than to waste time. I don't mind the whole theatre experience as long as it's to see a really good movie. Unfortunately, I haven't been to a really good movie in.... Well, I can't remember the last good movie I saw... So it has been that long. My typical experience at the cinema is embodied in last night's visit.

First off, I managed to choose a movie for kids... on a Friday. Just in case you don't catch my drift as you've forgotten what it was like to be young, the 'rents tend to be more lenient with curfews on the weekend. No matter what time you pick, the rugrats are there! Consequently, the theatre was packed with little chillens above the age where they're all unquestionably adorable. In fact, they were all the age that I hate. Little preteens everywhere. I certainly never dreamt it would come down to this, but I've reached the age where if I'm sharing a c-train car with a group of kids aged 11-17, I really question why god hates me so much. Honestly, why me?

I was completely surrounded by these annoying children whose brains haven't quite developed into anything worth mentioning. I'm not going to say that all of them are little dullards, but you have to admit that as a whole... I was probably like that when I was younger too, but I'm not anymore. Right, so I'm surrounded by these snot-nosed kids who I just know won't get the finer jokes of the movie. You know, they only laugh at the really obvious poopy jokes, or slapstick garbage.... or at their friend yelling obnoxious comments. This behaviour isn't distinctive to children. Adults do it too.... I hate them as well.

The one saving factor of this theatre experience was that there were no finer jokes in the movie. So, basically, there was no chance for me to laugh out loud by myself and feel like a dork. Except for during the previews (... Chris Rock in that new Adam Sandler film... roughly "I was so bad at sports when I was younger that they picked the white kids before they picked me." Now, that's funny.)

And that pretty much sums up why I hate the theatre: the theatre is either filled with little rats who don't get the good jokes and laugh at the obvious stuff, or by older dimwits who don't get the good jokes and laugh at the obvious stuff. I suggest that anyone of minor intelligence and more steer clear of the theatre unless they're going to see a very obscure film that the loser masses don't know exists.

So I generated this blog to waste some time. The idea was suggested by my older and wiser sister - I won't go much further into her at this time as I'm sure you'll hear more about her in the future. In fact, since I'm the creator of this blog, I can pretty much guarantee it. Moving on....

I thought for a long time (a good five minutes) on what the topic of my first blog post should be. After all, this is a pretty big event. The fate of this blog relies on whether I'm able to keep an audience. Let's forget for the moment that the audience will likely be my family and friends, cause if my family and friends won't even read it, who will? Right, so I decided to basically just talk about some cool words that I discovered while searching for a cool name for my blog.

First off, hoi polloi. What is that? I'm not going to go too far into it, but apparently it means 'the many' in some language I don't know. It's a term used for commoners. I thought it was fitting, as I'm part of the hoi polloi, no matter how much I'd like to deny it. Plus, it's fun to say.

There are a number of websites on 'cool' words. I browsed them and saw some words that I also think are cool. Like lugubrious. Fandango. Brouhaha. Glockenspiel (not actually cool, but fun to say nonetheless.... although, it brings back bad memories of band class and watching, I swear, an hour long movie of pure medieval glockenspiel music. Funny story, it actually wasn't a glockenspiel in the movie, but I could have sworn that's what the instrument was called. Though today I was proven wrong. But it doesn't matter as I'll always think of the glockenspiel and shudder). Vociferous. Plebeian. Maudlin. Louche. I could probably go on, but I'll spare you.

I'd like to think of myself as a writer although I haven't written anything in quite some time. I like words. I try to store them. You can probably expect those words to show up in future posts. So keep an eye for them. Or don't. How will I know the difference?