I think every Christmas you have to qualify your wants vs. your needs. When I was younger all I wanted was video games, comic books, and toys. And while that hasn’t changed much over 20 plus years, I do need things like underwear, dress shirts, pants, and power tools. The difference is of course that now that I need them, I want them too, so I’m happy as hell to get a new shirt for work, but a little disappointed I still don’t have a Wii; thankfully Guitar Hero will be more than satisfactory for the foreseeable future.
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I confess, I can not drive, but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate a fine automobile. I’ve taken to watching a fantastic BBC show called Top Gear. It is a definite winner; it’s converted the most discerning of television viewers (Kari), into a fan of what should only be a show for car enthusiasts, but the hosts convey their passion for their profession so convincingly, and so comically, that I am constantly entertained by their antics.
I think if I could someday afford a Ferrari, I’d go out and learn how to drive it; otherwise I’ll just stick to transit.
Please note, the title track of Top Gear is *Jessica* as featured in Guitar Hero 2.
Dead Wood
Dead Wood refers to those people who are not just unemployed, but are also unwilling to work. My new Roommate Yannick took some time this week to *walk* downtown and back, and he said there was quite a bit of dead wood in the city. Being a veteran of Queen Street, I’ve known my fair share of dead wood, glad to get the “can I ask you for a favour?” guys off my back, Yannick reminded me of the wilfully impoverished.
Yannick spent his entire day looking for every employment house, temp agency, and job site he could find, and upon encountering a street urchin he encouraged the guy to go walk with him and find work as well, a delectable combo of lethargy and apathy were the order of the day for that dude. Dead wood: useless.
*edit: don’t forget to check out Thinsite’s version of the same stump here.*
Lights Out
My head feels like snot. I sniff every 30 seconds and every so often air slowly escapes through my nasal passage making a gurgling noise all the way out; my forehead feels bloated and pressured and everything I hear sounds like it’s underwater. There’s a possibility I will not make it into work today, but I hope it doesn’t come to that. It’ll ruin my not-sick streak.
December Sky
This may have been the only day this season I left work and the sun was still in the sky. During the summer I can leave work, walk around, snap off a few shots. Now I have to do a high powered weekend of photo-taking in order to give myself enough ammo to post daily. I’m pretty proud of myself since this blog chronicles exactly how long I’ve been photographing as well. I just hope they’ve been getting better *yikes*.