After spending the majority of the day (and the day being Saturday) at work, I really needed some time off. So, the siblings (R & P, and R's girlfriend, P2), came over for dinner (take-out, who has time to cook anymore!) and a marathon of Law and Order SVU. Except I got tied up at work until 915pm, but fortunately the siblings are ever entrepreneurial and brought their own set of keys to my apartment, so they were able to let themselves in at the appointed hour and make themselves comfortable in front of my television.
We watched four episodes in total. I'm not the biggest fan of this season. It's just a little too sensationalist for me. I want more gore and crime and less . . . fake drama. Because if you have rape and murder and sordid sex crimes, you have drama a-plenty without having to resort to some crap plot line about the new DA having a thing for Detective Stabler. We don't have time for those sorts of romances.
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It's 230am so I should go to bed. But first, let me link to this article from Slate, which talks about whether cyclists should follow the rules for cars. Let me clear and unequivocal on this point: YES. I've said it before and I will say it again. If you are not in a wheelchair, in a pram, or riding a tricycle (OK fine, or a bicycle but only if you're less than 12 years old - arbitrarily picked age), then you should be ON THE ROAD and not on the pavement and you should be STOPPING AT THE RED LIGHT.
Because otherwise you get in my way as I walk to work. And in case you were wondering, well, see the previous post: I'm not a morning person, and I don't need you in the way.
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I went on a ticket-buying spree today. Two concerts in November and one in December. Which ones, you ask? Well, I've got to keep you on your toes. So keep checking this blog regularly, and you'll find out soon enough.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Thursday Update
I'm not doing so well with blogging regularly, am I?
I try, I try. Or I don't try enough. Ah, story of my life.
I've been under the weather. Caught a horrific cold/ cough/ sore throat/ fever (I suppose it would have been more succinct to just say flu, I suppose, but that conjures up images nowadays of H1N1 and all that jazz). I'm over the worst of it now, I think, though I am still phlegmatic as hell. Yes, you'll know where I have been if you check the waste paper baskets and find them full of used tissues displaying copious amounts of green and yellow mucus.
And now I have lost my only reader? Or attracted a new teenage fan crowd, quite possibly. But seriously I cannot be the only person who blows his nose and immediately inspects the product. Although perhaps sophisticated and serious bloggers don't blog about such stuff?
Ah, this is all taking a turn for the worse. This is a problem with blogging perhaps -- not enough self-editing? Like right now I could go back and erase all that I have typed and start over again. But instead I'll talk about doing that, all the while leaving the original content for you to read. Instead, dear reader, use your imagination and conjure up a world in which the mucus paragraphs did not exist, as though I had never typed them! There you go, now was that so hard?
I have a problem getting out of bed in the morning. It's not really a problem waking up. That part is fine. But right after that I pop open my laptop, check my e-mail, surf the web for international law news, then regular news, then I read my favourite blogs, check the weather, listen to a song or two on myspace or itunes store, contemplate whether or not to buy a new song, download it, listen to it on repeat a couple of times to get it into my system . . . oh, you get the picture.
Which means I am always late to work.
Bad Caveboy.
I try, I try. Or I don't try enough. Ah, story of my life.
I've been under the weather. Caught a horrific cold/ cough/ sore throat/ fever (I suppose it would have been more succinct to just say flu, I suppose, but that conjures up images nowadays of H1N1 and all that jazz). I'm over the worst of it now, I think, though I am still phlegmatic as hell. Yes, you'll know where I have been if you check the waste paper baskets and find them full of used tissues displaying copious amounts of green and yellow mucus.
And now I have lost my only reader? Or attracted a new teenage fan crowd, quite possibly. But seriously I cannot be the only person who blows his nose and immediately inspects the product. Although perhaps sophisticated and serious bloggers don't blog about such stuff?
Ah, this is all taking a turn for the worse. This is a problem with blogging perhaps -- not enough self-editing? Like right now I could go back and erase all that I have typed and start over again. But instead I'll talk about doing that, all the while leaving the original content for you to read. Instead, dear reader, use your imagination and conjure up a world in which the mucus paragraphs did not exist, as though I had never typed them! There you go, now was that so hard?
I have a problem getting out of bed in the morning. It's not really a problem waking up. That part is fine. But right after that I pop open my laptop, check my e-mail, surf the web for international law news, then regular news, then I read my favourite blogs, check the weather, listen to a song or two on myspace or itunes store, contemplate whether or not to buy a new song, download it, listen to it on repeat a couple of times to get it into my system . . . oh, you get the picture.
Which means I am always late to work.
Bad Caveboy.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Sorry
Yes, yes, I've been away from my computer, so I've not been blogging. My home computer, that is. I've been chained to my work computer, down in Peru. Unfortunately, cookies or some such were disabled on my work computer, and java script editor something or the other likewise did not work. Which meant I could not log on to my blog to, well, blog.
Thus starving you of my wit and entertainment. You poor souls. How have you managed without me?
Very well, it appears (he noted, bitterly).
I'm back in New York. Spent the day hiking about 2 hours away from the city. Was a ton of fun. I would write more, but I'm exhausted. Which leaves you thinking two weeks away and all we got was this lousy blog entry? To which I say, yes.
Thus starving you of my wit and entertainment. You poor souls. How have you managed without me?
Very well, it appears (he noted, bitterly).
I'm back in New York. Spent the day hiking about 2 hours away from the city. Was a ton of fun. I would write more, but I'm exhausted. Which leaves you thinking two weeks away and all we got was this lousy blog entry? To which I say, yes.
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