happy days are here again
you octogenarian ljers out there no doubt remember this old tune(see post title), popularized by the 1932 presidential campaign by FDR, possibly the sole reason Hoover was defeated, that and he was blamed for the whole depression thing.
today my friends, that song is a metaphor. hello dear readers, i've returned from hiatus and i'm sure so many of you have been wondering about me. here you may read this brief summary of the months past, written in the third person:
for financial reasons, james has been living at home while doing his masters. between schoolwork and real work, he rarely goes out, or usually ends up driving, so he's not really very much fun. james has found grad school disappointing intellectual, and fails to be motivated, as has been the case for the better part of his life, but acknowledges that it's probably better than working. he continues to date odessa and work on celery magazine. he has lost ten pounds from going to the gym, but remains fat. his cat henry remains awesome.
well. that was weird. moving along i've decided on a few things. first- i think that grandmothers should band together and open drive-thru chains that serve granny made food. there are countless times i spend driving home craving not the brightly coloured draws of packaged goods from the 7-11, but a homemade cookie, or perhaps a slice of pie. secondly, i've decided that the canadian politicians are really ridiculous, because they don't really have much to debate. they also resemble the following animals:
steven harper- snake
paul martin- turtle
jack layton- squirrel
giles duceppe- weasel
employ your connotations. i dare ya.
thirdly, i want to move to montreal. this is a long term plan, since i'm sort of stuck here until school is over, but i think i'd like there better than here.
now that the major events are out of the way, i'd like to point out a few things- i made gingerbread from scratch this week, gave celery a new look, and on sunday i am leaving for new york with the girl for a few days. saturday is the xmas party circuit. a well attended xmas party gives one a feeling of comfort that only popularity can provide. i new york i intend to buy an expensive scarf. war of the worlds is a really bad movie, i'd say speilberg had lost his touch, but i mean... what touch? i don't feel happy and i don't feel sad. all.
today my friends, that song is a metaphor. hello dear readers, i've returned from hiatus and i'm sure so many of you have been wondering about me. here you may read this brief summary of the months past, written in the third person:
for financial reasons, james has been living at home while doing his masters. between schoolwork and real work, he rarely goes out, or usually ends up driving, so he's not really very much fun. james has found grad school disappointing intellectual, and fails to be motivated, as has been the case for the better part of his life, but acknowledges that it's probably better than working. he continues to date odessa and work on celery magazine. he has lost ten pounds from going to the gym, but remains fat. his cat henry remains awesome.
well. that was weird. moving along i've decided on a few things. first- i think that grandmothers should band together and open drive-thru chains that serve granny made food. there are countless times i spend driving home craving not the brightly coloured draws of packaged goods from the 7-11, but a homemade cookie, or perhaps a slice of pie. secondly, i've decided that the canadian politicians are really ridiculous, because they don't really have much to debate. they also resemble the following animals:
steven harper- snake
paul martin- turtle
jack layton- squirrel
giles duceppe- weasel
employ your connotations. i dare ya.
thirdly, i want to move to montreal. this is a long term plan, since i'm sort of stuck here until school is over, but i think i'd like there better than here.
now that the major events are out of the way, i'd like to point out a few things- i made gingerbread from scratch this week, gave celery a new look, and on sunday i am leaving for new york with the girl for a few days. saturday is the xmas party circuit. a well attended xmas party gives one a feeling of comfort that only popularity can provide. i new york i intend to buy an expensive scarf. war of the worlds is a really bad movie, i'd say speilberg had lost his touch, but i mean... what touch? i don't feel happy and i don't feel sad. all.