My My. I've crossed over. I've become one of the blogging dead. How did such a sorry tale as this come about?
Why, I'll tell you.
The rubber business is still going strong. We went on our first overnight job a few weeks ago and we might have another trip to Sarnia and maybe even one to Ottawa. Sean (one of my two best friends since conciousness) and I are looking forward to all the time outside building our farmer tans before school starts. The difference between my forearm and my bicep is disgusting. I'm still marveled day after day by the amount of sun I get and the lack of peeling that occurs. Thankfully I still have all the glue to pull off to make up for it.
I've been busting my hump extra hard the last two weeks because I now have a goal. Sean has decided to go untaxed this year, save up his cash and buy a used Jeep TJ or YJ. Luckily Chrysler dropped the discount bomb on the public to help him out with another possibility. His grandfather worked for Chrysler so the cost is now doubly good for him. However, he found out only a few days ago that (zoom in) his parents will buy him a car instead. If he saves up his original plan of 5 or 6 grand for a used car his parents will "chip in" and help him buy a BRAND NEW JEEP, fully loaded I presume. Some people have all the luck, and then there are people like Sean who during his childhood owned many an expensive bike, a trampoline, a ping pong table, an air hockey table and the fundage to become a sports star. Bah.
I am excited about his jeep but even more excited about my goal. Like how I get you reeled with my news then throw in Sean so you remember that too? I know. I am currently saving up every penny I make this year so that I will around 8 or 9 thousand dollars before school. As of now I am currently searching the GTA for my own place. That's right. I'm movin out! ...hopefully...
Right now, I'm wishing (keep in mind the wishing factor) for a jr. bedroom with a balcony in a complex somewhere close to Yonge and Bloor or some kitchy little basement apartment that makes me feel like I'm living in an actual place instead of a numbered node in some architectural nightmare. But balconies have views and views demand sitting and boy do I love sitting.
So that's the current buzz flying through my head. I spend all day at work thinking about Bex at camp, my fantasy place, when the hell I'm going to get my act together and go film one of the dozens of film ideas I have for 1MFF and numerous worries that plague me daily. Such as the sad truth of the banana and it's destined demise. I'm not taking the news well. Seeing as how the banana is my favourite fruit, I don't really feel like picking a back up in anticipation of the extinction. But what really worried me last week was, when all the bananas in the world have disappeared.....what will happen to the monkeys?
As other side notes. I got my haircut on Saturday upgrading my appearance status from "Homeless and Vile" to "Just Plain Frazzled."
Hopefully you all got a chance to see a bit of Floyd at Live8 last weekend. I can't even put the feelings into words, but I seem to be doing well enough with gestures and grunts. It was so satisfying to see Mason and Wright playing Breathe and Money. Not enough credit goes out to them for what they did to make that album huge. I mean without Wright there would be NO Great Gig in the Sky. Watching Waters play with such confidence and delight gave me chills. Roger has always been my favourite even through the nasty times where everyone blamed him for the breakup. It doesn't matter to me what really happened because who looked more irritated during the reunion "Glowing Roger" or "Depressed David." Who I believe is a vampire after seeing those fangs during Money. I woke up at 9am and sat on the couch for the ENTIRE coverage of Live8 on CTV all the way to 1:30am.
But enough with this writing. It's midnight and I have to be up at 5:45. I still have to read another twenty pages of Golden Compass before bed.
VERBAL (V.O.)
And like that he was gone.
Underground. No one has ever seen
him again. He becomes a myth, a spook
story that bloggers tell their kids
at night. If you rat on your pop,
Phantom will blog you. And nobody
really ever believes.
1 comment:
Hey Steve,
I decided, as the resident scientist of The Box, to do a bit of banana research since I know it is a grave concern of yours. I came up with a bit of info that may ease your fears. Here are some links:
http://www.eurekalert.org/pub_releases/2003-02/aps-ppu021403.php
http://fixedreference.org/en/20040424/wikipedia/Banana
From what I can gather the problem of extinction should be destroyed by the wonderful technology of fungicides and GMOs. So, in other words, your bananas may be toxic, but you'll still have them around to eat. I also think the monkeys will survive (perhaps even grow extra arms!) since the diseases are mostly hitting one species of cultivated bananas (which only makes up 10% of all bananas). Of course, I could be all wrong but I don't think the powers that be (ie. God, George Bush and Chiquita Bananas) will let such a popular and profitable fruit die off.
In other news, your plans sound very exciting!!! I think the balcony is pretty key. Balcony sitting is one of the best kinds. I hope your summer is going well and the job isn't wearing you out too much!
-Tama
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