some randoms

I have a whole bunch of totally random random vignettes to share, so I thought I'd just throw them all in one post rather than having separate posts for each. Enjoy!


Bono is the the "whitest" dancer and silliest looking runner I've ever seen. I love the guy and respect him (and obviously love his band), but he just looks ridiculous when he dances and even more ridiculous when he runs; if you want evidence of the running, watch either of the DVDs from the Elevation Tour during "Where The Streets Have No Name" and you'll see the proof! I wouldn't say that he doesn't have rhythm, but the way he expresses that rhythm is pretty cringe-y. Like I said, these are going to be random...

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I find it interesting when people are concerned about preserving their public reputation, yet they knowingly act inappropriately and/or hurt another behind closed doors and hope that it doesn't get out; to me, if you're that concerned about a good reputation, you think before you act. It would be like me cheating on my wife and then telling her not to tell anyone because I don't want to be called or known as a cheater. Maybe this is part of what explains my struggles with politicians...

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I played my guitar the other night for the first time in about two months and it felt like I was wrestling with it the whole time...and it was winning. I was sloppy and I just felt like I was out of synch with the band--plus, I made a lot of mistakes (ugh!). I do aim for excellence when I play, but even competency is often enough. I wasn't even competent. I think I'll stick with air guitar.

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I was thinking about my best friend Andy today and I came to the striking realization that I am too hard on him. I mean, sure, he says ridiculous things and he ribs me a lot, but I consistently act like I can't stand him (which is not the case at all) and that all he ever does is annoy me. Part of it is part of our "schtick", but today I just realized that I feel bad about how often I call him names or roll my eyes when he speaks. I am fortunate to have had the same person stick with me for 20 years and when I was living in Ontario, I really missed having him around to talk to and to bounce ideas off of; plus, he laughs at my jokes more than most, which is nice too. It dawned on me that he chooses to be friends with me--there's nothing that keeping him bound to me in friendship other than choice (and a lot of history, I guess!). So, I need to be a bit nicer to him, especially in a public setting where I tend to be pretty hard on him.

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I love Thai sweet chili sauce. Like, I love it so much that I'm pretty sure I'd eat it on ice cream, it's just that good. Okay, well maybe not on ice cream, but I still really like it.

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Jimmy posted this hilarious satirical song that lampoons two things I can't stand: contemporary Christian "worship music" and Nickelback. Check out Shekelback's "Worship Hero"--so hilarious. For so many many Christians I know, including myself, this music and the whole scene itself are like nails on a chalkboard, so this really hit home when Jimmy sent it to me. Also, it's Nickelback-ness is brilliant...

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The unpredictability of foot temperature drives me nuts. I figure that I've got socks on slippers on and thus my feet will be warm, but no, they're freezing just as often as not. It isn't particularly cold in our place today and the rest of me is fine, but I've got footsicles for some reason. AARGH!

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Women love clothes and seem to have a real penchant for both purses and shoes (ahem, a certain librarian at Carleton, I'm talking to you!). For me, it's backpacks. I love backpacks. I always check out other people's backpacks and assess the brand, the colour, whether I like how it sits on the person's back, the straps, capacity, and functionality. Just by a quick glance, I can tell whether that backpack would be for me or not. And yes, between Caitlin and I we have a lot of backpacks. I like having an appropriate size for every occasion, but I've now slowed up my backpack acquisition rate...

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I don't like being purposely ignored. The other day I was very politely informing a patron of a policy--I was polite, I smiled, I was gentle. He didn't even look at me or acknowledge me, continuing to just stare at his computer screen like I did not even exist which made me want to inflict bodily harm on him for being so rude. Instead, I stood up and walked away with my temper in check like a good boy should, but it was really damn hard to do so. I was then informed by a colleague that when I talk, they listen. Period. Next time, the hammer comes down...


That's all she wrote for now--totally random, mostly pretty stupid. Are you surprised?