2006-06-01, 05:55 PM — i am twenty-four, hear me roar
I appear to be in the throes of a mid-twenties crisis. I'm not quite sure what is going on, but I've had the urge to pierce myself, drive a motorcycle, get a tattoo, smoke, and dye my hair outrageous colours. Not necessarily all at once, but possibly one would lead to the other.
It's not that I'm unhappy. fishy wonders if I find him too pedestrian and safe, but that's not it. It might be that I find myself too pedestrian and safe. I would like to be more exciting and dangerous. More cool.
That said, I'm in my mid-twenties. I'm not sure it's still cool to dye my hair outrageous colours and smoking is not cool, my friends.
I have no idea what's going on, but it's making me a little uncomfortable. It makes me wonder if, despite the fact that I love where I am right now, I'm still a deeply angry person. That's a rather disturbing thought.
2006-05-28, 05:06 PM — hockey humour
Ah Niedermayer, shall I compare thy beard to a muskrat?
Nay, not I; 'twas Harry Neale who did so and thus I laughed so hard I nearly choked on my delicious French onion soup. fishy didn't find it as funny, but I can't help myself. Occasionally my sense of humour stoops to 12-year-old boy levels.
Yes, I've been watching hockey. My poor Sens couldn't touch Buffalo, so I've jumped on the oil tanker for the remainder of this season. I'm pleased to see Edmonton make the finals, but I do have to say, I will miss watching Scott Niedermayer play. If only he didn't play for a team that has the stupidest name in hockeydom.
2006-05-10, 08:26 AM — mommy, why is that lady dancing?
And we're off to Pelee! I'm so excited I keep doing dumb little jigs at the most embarrassing times.
Anyways. I'll be gone for a while. This year my goal is a prothonotary warbler; apparently they do nest at Rondeau, so my hopes are high.
I'm hoping the dearth of warblers here means they haven't come through yet. With my luck, they will be flying north today as I am driving south.