Life in the key of E flat minor

I don't think that I've ever gone into detail about my great mini-vacation in Los Angeles this year, February 9-12. The 9th was really an afterthought and not orginially part of my trip to LA. It just so happened that a work function coincided with my trip and that I could easily change my flight without cost to me. I left work at 3:00 pm for a 4:30 flight and I was getting into LAX by 7:30. I would make it to Westwood to see most of the event. (Quizzo started at 7:30 and it's only 30 minutes from LAX to the bar.) However, I had a hell of a time with Thrifty rental car and those bastards screwed me over. (Oh, for the first time in a long time, I wrote a harsh complaining letter to customer service and CCed the VP of customer support. The 3 dollars a day you might save with Thrify is not worth the hell, frustration and bullshit that I was going through -- not really worth the 4 $25 coupons they sent me. Rent from Budget!) I eventually got to the event, ran into friends, did ...

I'm not feeling well. I just feel like a have a head cold waiting to happen. I didn't go to my friend's new job happy hour celebration and I skipped rugby to rest. Remember I have the first day of my two day reunion planning conference tomorrow and the Gryphons' Bachelor Auction. I can't be sick for that. So I went to my medicine cabinet, hoping against hope that I had some drugs. The surprise was a) I did and b) they were from Australia. Well, techinically they aren't drugs but herbal remedies. I recalled why I bought these suppliments. I was getting ready to return home from Australia, and I felt like I do now, like I was going to get a cold. I rushed over to the Macquarie Center to a pharmacy for something to fend off the cold. However both pharmacies were closed and I went to the Wooly's to see if they had anything. Since Woolworths is a grocery store, there were no medications that I could find to buy, and I was left buying these Day and Night pills ...

I know that the title is a mouthful, but I haven't been too inspired to write lately, but I have a few thoughts going on in my head. We had our first match of the season against Wharton. We lost 10-12. We could have won, but are looking at what we did accomplish. One of the things that we accomplished was that I can play prop for 80 minutes. I wasn't the hooker this game. I missed it, but I could prop. Though, I'm a hooker at heart. What I learned is that my ass ruins the faces of second rows when I hook. I just got some big booty back there and my lock teammates talk about their rug burn from second rowing against me. It's a theme that's common in my life -- my ass gets me in trouble. As for St. Patrick's Day, I celebrated in a quite way since I had a match on Saturday. I ate corned-beef on rye and called all my co-workers Mc or O' something. I rattled off some Irish and St. Patrick's lure and went to bed. I woke up to a message from my cowor...

Terry told me to blog this, so since he doesn't suggest things for me to do unless they really are valuable, I'm blogging this. My brother and I went to visiting our folks to celebrate our dad's birthday, which is tomorrow. (Happy Brithday, Dad.) During our visit, the family talked about my birthday party last Tuesday. I had mentioned to Terry that our parents did not win the game of Casey Quizzo. My mom said that they did really good with the younger years questions. (What's Casey favorite color? Blue. Is Casey a dog or cat person? Dog. How many siblings does Casey have? One.) However my folks had trouble with the latter year question. One of the questions that stumped them was "What does the anacronym D.L.E. in Casey speak mean?" My parents who did not know the answer asked my brother if he knew what it meant, and he didn't. (I don't think that any of the attendees of Casey Quizzo knew.) He didn't know either, so I told him. D.L.E. stand...

I went out tonight and not also did I hear Hung Up and Sorry , I heard two other interesting songs remixed into dance tunes. The first one I want to comment on was Because of You by Kelly Clarkson. It's not an upbeat song. The lyrics are like: "Because of you I never strayed to far from the sidewalk... because of you I am afraid." Not the usual fair for dancing to! But it was popular. The second one was the theme from Brokeback Mountain was remixed into a dance track. It might even have had lyrics. I kept humming the motif, thinking "I know this." It took a good minute, but I recognized it. And then I wanned nostalgic about the movie. I love that movie. I just wish I had seen Brokeback Mountain with someone I loved. One person popped into mind, but then I realized that he is only someone whom I have loved. With that thought, the words of a poem half formed: When love turns into hate, and then to cancer I am sorry that I know no other answer But the one whom ...

Scott McNulty and Q both have linked to this johari phenomenon. So, monkey see, monkey do, I have a link, too: http://kevan.org/johari?name=dreamtiming

My birthday has been begun, and under a different moniker! I tagged only to my parents' movie and a dinner night to celebrate quietly with them. I'm at my folks' house, spending the night to wake up here for my birthday. It's a Tuesday, so it's not very exciting of a day to have a birthday. However myself friends are pumped for making it fun. Just out of no-where, or from too much karaokeing at Bonner's, Lisa ( of the Valentine's fame ) said "Let's do Casey Quizzo for your birthday." Therefore my Jesus year will be heralded in the way it should be: me at a bar with friends with my trying to turn water into wine (or beer) and their (and my parents') learning way too much about me. It's the first time in two or three years that I've been overly excited about a birthday! The last few times were too near bittersweet occassions, but now, something in my life is going right! I have a great job and I feel that I made a great decision...

I'm just glad to hear that Ang Lee won for best direction. I was afraid that since Jake and Heath didn't win that Brokeback Mountain wasn't going to get any of the bigger accollades. Now, Jack Nicholson is going to announce best picture. Crash. Hm. I should see it I guess. But back to Brokeback Mountain, the movie is about love. The scene that epitomized that for me is when Ennis find Jack sleeping on his feet. He just hugs him, buttons up his jacket and quotes something that his mom used to say to him. I got it. That scene will remain with me.