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Well. So many things. You know, in the middle of the day when I'm out doing something, or in the middle of the night when I'm trying to sleep, something interesting arrives in my thoughts and I think I should write about it in my blog. All my friends would think it was sooo interesting and clever and I could feel satisfied. Not so much right now, however. It's 17:37 and I've just got a few events to recount for you.
Last week I turned thirty years old. It felt good and right. I've had enough of being 20 through 29. My family came out to help celebrate the blessed occasion, and we had a lovely time doing mostly touristy type things in Toronto. We went up the CN tower and had a delightfully delicious and expensive dinner in the rotating restaurant. I know "rotating restaurant" carries with it an aura of lameness, but it truly was lovely. We also spent some time in the Royal Ontario Museum looking at artifacts before we went to SOMA, one of the finest chocolate merchants this side of the Kuiper belt. Mostly it was just nice seeing all the folks at once. It'll probably be the last time we do that for a while, since my brother's moving to France in August to go to Space Academy (which, from what I understand will be exactly like the Police Academy movies, but with more talk about propellants and trajectories than taking out bad guys and handing out citations).
I got some sound isolating earphones for my birthday. I am quite excited about this because it will allow me to block out the various sounds emanating from the myriad subnormals frequenting the TTC. It will make me a better, happier person, so it's really a gift for the whole world. At least the whole world that has to deal with me and my bad-assitude on a daily basis.
I'm going to quit writing now, since people don't like to read long things. I'll be back sooner or later.
One more thing: big shout-outs or props or what ever the cool kids are using these days to express appreciation to the koo kie coo kie for posting not once but TWICE in recent memory to this thing. I thought we'd lost you forever.
x's and o's to you all.
mb
Last week I turned thirty years old. It felt good and right. I've had enough of being 20 through 29. My family came out to help celebrate the blessed occasion, and we had a lovely time doing mostly touristy type things in Toronto. We went up the CN tower and had a delightfully delicious and expensive dinner in the rotating restaurant. I know "rotating restaurant" carries with it an aura of lameness, but it truly was lovely. We also spent some time in the Royal Ontario Museum looking at artifacts before we went to SOMA, one of the finest chocolate merchants this side of the Kuiper belt. Mostly it was just nice seeing all the folks at once. It'll probably be the last time we do that for a while, since my brother's moving to France in August to go to Space Academy (which, from what I understand will be exactly like the Police Academy movies, but with more talk about propellants and trajectories than taking out bad guys and handing out citations).
I got some sound isolating earphones for my birthday. I am quite excited about this because it will allow me to block out the various sounds emanating from the myriad subnormals frequenting the TTC. It will make me a better, happier person, so it's really a gift for the whole world. At least the whole world that has to deal with me and my bad-assitude on a daily basis.
I'm going to quit writing now, since people don't like to read long things. I'll be back sooner or later.
One more thing: big shout-outs or props or what ever the cool kids are using these days to express appreciation to the koo kie coo kie for posting not once but TWICE in recent memory to this thing. I thought we'd lost you forever.
x's and o's to you all.
mb