If you asked me years ago, two things that I never would have wanted to be involved in any with were yogurt and “professional” wrestling. Well, those weren’t the only two things, there are others where I will draw the line. Kareoke for example. I thought that these assertions were rather concrete. However, as I write this I am eating yogurt. So much for concrete assertions. This all got started because I went on a trip to Ottawa to visit family. While on the flight I made the dubious decision to have the “cold” breakfast rather than the hot one. My decision is more understandable if you saw the sausages. I can still hear the screams. Anyway, here was this yogurt, its bacteria addled plasticness staring me in the face. So I ate it, erasing the memories of past traumatic experiences with yogurt that I had suffered years ago. I won’t go into that now. However, I am adamant that the declaration about wrestling and kareoke will carry on for many years to come. This is further backed up by being forced to watch ³wrestling² while in Ottawa. Let me tell you that I am no closer to being able to stand it.
Air travel is much like bus travel in that you are forced into close quarters with others that are not of your own choosing. I saw a few people on both of my flights that I would have much rather sat next to than those that I did. On the way there I was met with coldness. I sat down and smiled at the woman next to me. She leaned over and whispered something to her daughter. The daughter looked at me and giggled. I can only image what the hell she said, but I somehow don¹t think that it was positive. That pretty much set the tone for the rest of the flight. Actually maybe it was a blessing in disguise that I went completely deaf during the flight (from the effects of cabin pressure or something). Let me tell you, from all appearances the movie Entrapment isn¹t the best cinematic effort ever laid to film. Nor is it better if you cannot hear any of the dialogue. At least we didn¹t crash. And this time, nobody urinated in their seat next to me like that last flight I was on, nor did we have an emergency vehicle flanked landing like that last time I went to Ottawa.
When I was at the Royal bank today I was told that I could have dealt with my student loan at SFU at the Royal bank kiosk that was there. Why didn¹t I know it was there? Because SFU prohibited royalbank from advertising the fact that they were there. Anything to serve the students better.
I haven¹t updated this page even though I have much to say about the trip to Ottawa since I have finally more or less finished working on my parent’s site. Not my choice of subject matter, but I built the whole damn thing. It probably only took me about 200 hours to build it, which probably indicates my lack of experience in such matters. But, in my own defence, there is a lot of material on there.
While that site has gotten about 1000 hits in 3 months, and mine has about 700 in one year, don¹t look for a similar theme from me anytime soon. I might totally redesign this site though.