weird dayz

You ever get that feeling that today is going to be different than other days? I had that feeling about today, and I've been trying since about 8a.m. to figure out why. So far...


It could be one these:

Winter- Being a west coaster, I didn't believe that there was anything to the phenomenon of SAD(seasonal adjustment disorder), but after ten plus years of living in Ontario I'm starting to come around. It's cold, and dark, and the days are only about 20 min long. If you combine that with going to work and dealing with some asshole that "is a little disappointed" with not getting a booth, you start to go a bit crazy. Add the fact that the kids have no where to go except the living room, where they are watching Dora\Diego, icarly, and spongeBob over and over, and over! You can't go to the park, or ride your bike, it's a fucking disaster. My theory is that people that go to restaurants in the city go for good food and the experience, I truly believe that the people that go out in suburbia just want to complain. The wait, the chair, the food, the service, etc...
What I dont' understand more than anything is not knowing your environment. Complaining about the quality of a hotdog vendor at 3 in the morning, isn't the same as the foie gras at Bymark. If your entire dinner, drink and dessert totals under 20 bucks, maybe relax on setting the bar too high. Hold on I just gotta shovel the steps again...

I haven't written a blog in almost a year, and i gotta say that's kinda pissed me off too. It's not that I think anyone reads these, but it's kinda for me. I know that some people say things like, "I wrote a blog about that, you should read it". Anybody who knows me, knows I would never pass up a chance to talk, so I'd rather orate my story, than somebody reading it telling me my spelling suxs. Writing for me is cathartic. It's soothes my brain to be able to write down my thoughts, whether it's through scripts, stories and even the occasional blog. See not everything that I want to rant about fits into a story, so I use this to argue\make a point. I'm sure that I don't have point, and it's not much of an argument considering that no one else gets to have a say, but whatever. I've been putting off writing in hopes that it would give me an opportunity to have a creative blow up. And it worked!! I didn't think it would but over the past few weeks I have been feverishly jotting down notes on ideas for scripts, features, short stories, blah blah blah. I love to tell stories, and I'm not even sure which are accurate anymore, yet I continue to tell them. I assume that exaggeration adds to the entertainment value for the listener(that's you) What adds to the weirdness of the day is that my mind is crammed with information right now. I'm going to have to play NHL11 just to settle on some ideas.
(then an hour before I have to go to work I'll realize I haven't done anything!!)

My son is the greatest dancer of all time, I just wish I didn't have to watch the entire 1hr Dora Christmas special to see it.

Finally...
 Perhaps the craziest thing that has happened today was jaunt through my past on Facebook. I've mentioned before that I'm not a huge fan of Facebook. The ridiculous updates about eating or pooping, the cryptic messages that 40 people comment on even though it's directed to one particular person, basically the oversharing. That being said, I do use it and feel the rush as my friend total climbs. How far away are we as a society from listing our friend total in our obituaries. "he will be remembered by his wife, two children and 491 facebook friends". So during a Creep down memory lane I came across someone that I didn't have a friendship with, in fact it was more of a rivalry. He probably wouldn't remember me, but because of the circumstances(with a woman in between) I will always remember him. But it's unfair that I didn't like him, although when I tell that story the exaggerations are immense, and very unflattering. But that was well over ten years ago....I should probably let it go. I've tried to become a better person, I haven't, but I'm trying.  So I sent him a friend invite" . I don't know if he'll accept, but I assume that there is nothing wrong with tyring. As we all get older, even I think that being so pissed off at the little things can be exhausting. While I spied over his life, it reminded me that there was a girl in this story. I did the classic research, google followed by facebook. Lets face it we'd think the person was a loser if we couldn't find them online nowadays. And sure enough there she was. Clear as day, listing her favorites on FB. Holy shit....I was weirded out. Do I friend her? Or not?I scanned the limited information that was there, as I expected there wasn't a lot. She was never really the centre of attention girl. But why today? I've looked before and don't remember ever seeing her. Of all days, what made this Wednesday be the day that her profile seemed accessible? It turns our that today is her birthday. Sometimes we have these strange connections, these overviews of our lives, this inner push towards and answer whether we want it or not. A day that we used to celebrate together hasn't meant shit to me in a decade, but this Jan 19th I stroll through the past and find a milestone....weird