Monday, February 27, 2006 


I'm sick. Sore throat, hacking cough, pounding headache, general aches, stuffy nose. The whole bit.

Could have gone in to school if I'd absolutely had to, but I didn't. I actually called in sick instead, which is nice. I rarely do.

What isn't nice is that my coworker called and bugged me about what to do. Fair enough, but I'm ill. Leave me alone.

I'm going to go sip ginger ale and hope that I start feeling better soon.

Sunday, February 26, 2006 

Four (more ore less)

Stolen from Kiernan because I'm bored.

Four jobs I've had
Factory worker (On the line in two different factories)
News editor (At a campus paper)
Day camp counselor
Background performer (movie extra)

Four movies I can watch over and over
Batman Begins
Office Space
Fight Club
Princess Bride

Four places I have lived
In chronological order:
Dufferin County, Ontario
Guelph, Ontario (six places)
Toronto, Ontario

Four TV shows I like to watch

Four foods that I like
Peanutbutter (& honey)

Four websites I visit daily
Various blogs

Four things I want to do before I die
Do for criminology what all the popular science people have done for physics, evolution, etc
Live in Ireland for a year
Publish fiction (a short story, a novel and a Batman comic book)
Study another martial art

Four places I would rather be right now
I'm content

Four people I'm tagging


I'm full up

There's something surprisingly satisfying about looking at your gas gauge after filling up on cheap gas.

It's kind of like looking at your bank balance after the first few pay cheques when you've been broke for a while.

Or when you've filled the wood tray beside the woodstove and the woodbox by the front door.

Probably alone on the last one, aren't I?

Friday, February 24, 2006 

Wild Man in the lake

I've thought a lot in the last few years about manhood and the less than impressive state of masculinity in North American culture. A friend who knows that recommended a book to me called Iron John by Robert Bly.

In it Bly retells and analyzes the Grimm Brothers' story of Iron John. I'm normally skeptical of works that seek to decode the symbolism of a story, but Bly is convincing. He draws on mythology, psychology and anthropology to explain the fairy tale.

Briefly, the story begins when a hunter drains a lake by the King's castle and finds lying on the lake bottom a man covered in hair the colour of rust. This Wild Man, who they call Iron John, is bound and brought to the King, who locks him in an iron cage in the courtyard and gives the key to the Queen. Later, the prince is playing with his golden ball when it rolls into the iron cage. He asks Iron John for the ball and the Wild Man says he will give it back if the boy sets him free. The boy is scared and refuses. He comes back the next day, the Wild Man makes the same offer, the boy runs again. Finally, on the third day he steals the key from his mother and sets the Wild Man free. As Iron John is about to leave, the boy says that he can't go because his father will beat him. Iron John picks up the boy and takes him with him.

From here the Wild Man guides the boy through many years to manhood.

If that thumbnail sketch intrigues you at all, you should go here and read the full text of the story. It's short and very powerful. Or maybe I just find it very powerful because I bought Bly's book yesterday and in a little over 24 hours read all 249 pages of Bly's extensive explanation of all the symbols woven into the story.

I'm still digesting it all, but I'd definitely recommend it.

Thursday, February 23, 2006 

Beams and hatches

I'm going through video game withdrawal. I've been at Christa's parents' in Mississauga for the last two days and unable to play. Adding narrative to video games was a dangerously brilliant move.

I'm itching to dive back into the game. I just acquired another type of weapon (a light beam of some sort). The hatches on the planet my character's ship crashed on are protected by different kinds of forcefields. Each type of forcefield can be disrupted by only one kind of beam weapon. So, if you don't have the required beam weapon, you can't get through the hatch in question. With a new beam weapon a whole new segment of the facility is open to me.

Should have brought it with me.

Friday, February 17, 2006 

Ellis vs. Whedon

For those of you who haven't found it on your own, haven't been to Ian's blog yet, or are unlikely to do either, this is well worth the read.


Two years later

Before going to Humber, I applied for a job I really wanted and didn't get it (don't look for much; there's only a passing reference).

I applied for it again this year. It's the Editor in Chief position at the campus paper of the university I got my degree at. Year long contract, some benefits, full-time.

They advertised the position. I submitted a resume, cover letter and portfolio. They asked me for a first interview. I went and did well. They asked me back for a second interview. It was tonight.

I wanted the job a lot.

Wanted it so bad, in fact, that I didn't tell my parents or most of my friends about it so that if I didn't get it I wouldn't have to answer a hundred iterations of "So, get the job?"

Turns out I didn't have to worry.

All is going according to plan (see principle six).

Wednesday, February 15, 2006 


I have a blue-purple iridescent fighting fish named Saigo.

He’s named for Saigo Takamori, the historical figure that inspired the movie The Last Samurai. I bought him in Guelph the day of Alex’s funeral.

Saigo’s sick, but seems to be getting better.

He’s bloated, and I’m told it’s probably a swim bladder problem that is caused by overfeeding. Which doesn’t surprise me since when I’m in Guelph, one or both of my parents feed him. I know they tended to give him a more than he needs and with both of them feeding I’m sure he got fed more often than necessary.

We didn’t feed him for four days and the bloating went down a lot. Now he's only being fed once a day. We’ll see.