  A blog runs through it I've taken certain lengths here to preserve my anonymity, figuring I didn't want people I know stumbling upon this blog and being privy to my most sensitive thoughts and feelings, as well as my most brilliant insights. However, since the latter three things happen so rarely around here, I decided to finally do it: I created a profile for myself. It doesn't reveal all that much about who the real-life me is, but this blogging persona of mine is fairly well catalogued directly to the right, at the top of this nifty little sidebar. Now you all know what I look likeat least those of you who didn't beforethrough the lens of a camera being turned at a slight angle in the middle of a snapshot. "Woohoo," as they say over in Europe. The ongoing goings-on I had a ridiculously busy week, made all the more ridiculous because of the sudden passing of my Uncle Yves.
Monday : An election was held here in Canada resulting in a Liberal minority government. I doubt it'll last much longer than a year, but hopefully within that time, the NDP can work in some election reform stuff so that the seats of the House are properly distributed according to voter percentage. Tuesday : After a lazy day at work, Bizzak, Dizzak and myself were invited to sail aboard the Edmonton Queen, thanks to the fine folks at the urlLink NCRA . We were wined, dined, and generally well-looked-after. The three of us later adjourned to Little Roy's place to partake of snacking foods and TeleToon's so-called Powerhour (includes Family Guy and Futurama). Wednesday : Went sailing on Wabamun lake with Bizzak, his dad, and a fellow by the name of Mr Jim whose heroic consumption of alcohol is indeed a sight to behold.
By the end of the night, his speech was slurred as he belted out strange rugby drinking songs. On the ride home, he slumped in his chair and sawed logs. When it came time for him to go inside his house, he fell over on his front lawn. It was good times. Thursday : My older brother and I made our way down to Lethbridge for Yves' funeral, stopping in Calgary for some Krispy Kreme delights. Any weight-loss I experienced over the past few weeks (and I have, certainly by sight, as my next door neighbour attested last night) was nullified.
We also made our way to KK on the way back to Edmonton the following day. Friday : The funeral. Countless aunts, uncles, cousins, second cousins, and random family friends were there. Many of the older folks spent their time trying to convince me that at one time or another, they'd changed my diapers. I'm grateful, I suppose. The funeral itself was niceor at least as nice as funerals are.
I was just glad to come back home (this very same day). I spent the night at Little Roy's watching Batman on Family Channel. I fell asleep on her couch and didn't wake up until 5am the next day. Saturday : Didn't do much all day. Spent the evening watching some Band of Brothers with Ash, followed, of course, by the Powerhour. I'm realizing more and more that my life revolves around entertaining movies and cartoons.
And you know what? That doesn't bother me one bit. Sunday : Marty came by and enjoyed some treats with me. It was nice to see him after so long (a few weeks, anyway). He's taking me down to Calgary to Cirque du Soleil in a few weeks... as a birthday present. What a swell guy!
Monday : Breakfast at the Highlevel Diner, followed by a brief stint at work, followed by a trip to Ikea to order a great deal of new office furniture for work. That cavernous wasteland of newspapers will at least look like a *nice* cavernous wasteland come school time. Odds 'n ends - I have a Google Gmail account, and I don't give a shit about the so-called privacy issues. There's nothing very sensitive in my e-mail, beyond the occasional "chix filled with sweet wite cum" that finds its way into my inbox. - My property manager, Margaret, was kind enough to not charge me rent for July, because I won't be moving into my new apartment until August. She is very quickly becoming one of my favourite people on the planet.
You'll probably hear a lot about her here over the next six months. - urlLink Jennifah and her lovely Tim are coming home on the 23rd. She doesn't know this, but I'm extremely excited to have her come home. I didn't realize how much I'd miss her, but, it turns out, I missed her a lot. - Need to come up with some kind of story ideas for freelancing, so as to supplement my pathetic income. That, friends, is all for now.
*** iTunes selection of the day: Between Love & Hate  The Strokes 
