Nature will abhor me

OK, Sloan is so dramatically underrated that I feel embarassed not having seen them before.

Everyone who was anyone under the age of 30 on PEI was there last night, and a few older people who snuck in the back too.

Among the highlights:

The whole, entire show.

Harvest Moon

If every day was as perfect as yesterday, I'd consider myself a lucky man.

I just couldn't stop running into people I know, or knew and haven't seen in ages. (In some cases, years.)

Then I get a decent haircut, my ticket for Sloan, mom's cookies, definite plans for the weekend, and then perfectly drunk at trivia -- which we won. No hissy fits either, which is something to be proud of.

Two nights of three so far this semester isn't a bad record.

Acid milk

So, I'm sitting here in my room on a Friday night, drinking and listening to acid milk. There are people screaming for no apparent reason outside of my window. I guess because it's Friday, which means that I won't get to sleep until three. Never mind the fact that I have to work early tomorrow -- people are having fun, dammit, and who am I to stand in their way?

Exactly.

In one of my many recent MSN conversations, it appears I've become an official grown-up. I think more about my job than I do about how drunk I'm going to get, what people I'm going to meet, or where I'm going to go. Oh, also about money, and what people think of me.

I probably just need to disappear for a while again. That usually resets the ol' biological clock.

I'm just slightly drunk now. I will say one more thing before the night devolves into half-assed MSN conversations: if you ever thought an iota about wanting to know how I think, see myself, and laugh at, then you need to download MTV's downtown episodes. One season, 13 produced episodes -- 12 of which aired -- and Alex is, for all intents and purposes, me.

Jason & Lisa

Finally -- the wedding pictures are up. I'm a much better photographer after events than I am during them, so if you're expecting lots of clear pictures of Jason & Lisa at the church, well, sorry.

That being said, this is going out to all my relations all 'round the world -- if you want to get in touch with me, I'm at joelg@lokiseven.com, or through MSN at lokiseven@hotmail.com.

I'm sure to get spammed excessively, but, that's the risk I'm willing to take.

Hope everyone had a great time, 'cause I sure did!

Later,

joelg.

So, to recap

I go back to work in about two hours. Vacation 2k5 is over, friends. Time to grow up, sit in an air-conditioned office, and pretend to work again. Remember all those things I was going to do before today? Yeah, well, they didn't get done. Here's the summary:

Visit every known relative I have. I just need to visit my grandmother who, ironically, lives closer to me than any other relative of mine.

Read two substantial novels. I read a lot of background material and research, which I consider counting as a novel. Also, Where I'm Calling From. Done.

Write 100 pages (if not more) in three days. Page 44. So sue me.

Get drunk in all three Maritime provinces. Done, done, and done.

Have a clean i) room, ii) car, and iii) apartment. By 'clean' I mean 'organized.' Done.

Take more artsy pictures of stuff. Haven't used my camera since the wedding. Speaking of which, I need to get those pictures up.

Get to 50% completion in San Andreas. 40% and holding, thanks to retarded flying missions.

Cycle 150 km. 106 km. I'm going to give myself credit for that, because I was out of the province for six days total, and there's no way I'd do less than 10k a day. Done.

Completely, utterly, and totally ignore all work, work-related things, work gossip, and anything and everything to do with work. So done it's not even funny. I haven't checked my mail in two weeks. The closest I came to doing anything work related was talking to three people from work on MSN (although they are friends, and we did not discuss work at all), and getting one phone call from someone saying "Where are you? You're supposed to be here!" (My answer -- which was completely true -- "I've been drinking since 4, and it's my vacation.")

Shop for a new laptop. Done. So done it hurts.

Update this blog more often. Sure, I did that as much as I could, didn't I? Done.

Figure out how to use XML stuff, 'cause all the internetting I know is from 1997. Done, because I rock so hard I'm often dizzy.

The best thing about today is that it is Wednesday, and September, which means trivia is goin' down tonight. This year -- or season, as we're calling it -- I'm keeping track of all our loot. Hopefully there will be rivalries, inside jokes, and craziness all around. Oh yeah -- and beer. Lots of beer.

You better be at the Wave tonight, or you'll miss out.

Micro-update

Just taking a way-too-frequent break from writing to jot down things that are funny, but probably won't make their way into the story... or at least not until I desperately, desperately need filler.

Quotes from the last week or so:

"I think there's string behind that van." -- Randy, during a tailgate party at my cousin's wedding, nearly encouraging the ring bearer to play in traffic.

"Rollin'... Rollin'... Rollin'..." -- my contribution to the Island version of "Proud Mary" at karaoke.

"Lookout for Julie the Stoolie!" -- me to Ryan in The 'Nish, after a few too many Keith's. (PS -- what about Lester the Chesterfield?)

"Oh, hello Sabrina!" -- Rhea to the world's weirdest waitress.

"Wow, that killed the mood in here. Just like after daddy hit mommy at the dinner table." -- Dane Cook, the funniest man alive. From the CD "Retaliation."

"And so we did it on the floor, it wasn't me, and we did it on the counter, it wasn't me." -- Mikhail, from St. Petersberg, performing Shaggy at karaoke without ever hearing the original.

"I'm the grand captain master of exaggeration." -- Me. It's true.

"Well, are yuz any good?" -- Ry Guy to the 16-year-old girls who came to our door on a bottle drive.

"One of them was staring at our candle the whole time." -- Me, after the girls left.