I have the stupidest job. I should have been an accountant.
Apparently the PTB have been reading the blah-og, because over the last week or so I have been inundated with social invites. Yay! The only weird thing about it is that (other than Patty) almost all the invites and activities have been boy-themed. Last night, as I sat around a table with four beer drinking guys (one of my university roommates in town from Montreal and three of his friends), I was sort of struck by it. It’s a bit weird, right?
I mean, I like my male friends a lot. All in all, I have many more male friends than female friends. They make good buddies. They like to do things spontaneously, enforce fewer social rules, don’t mind if you call them up out of the blue, don’t over-analyse, are pretty straightforward and often mean exactly what they say, and generally refuse to let me be neurotic (by ignoring me when I am, looking blankly at me, or teasing me about it). But still. They’re boys. Sometimes, when I’m talking to them, I feel the breeze of a fundamental disconnect. Mars, Venus, whatever. There are just some things about boy brains I do. not. get.
It’s Labour Day weekend. This might be the first year in memory when I’ve been in Ontario for this weekend and NOT spent it at the cottage (and at Port Rowan’s Tomato Fest which is now known as Bay Fest). I just wasn’t feeling it this year. Didn’t want to make the drive. Wanted to spend these last few days before school here, mentally preparing myself. I’m pretty nervous. I had a dream the other night that I was actually starting jr. high. It was horrible.
Classes don’t really begin until the 10th. The coming week is just orientation and meetings and that sort of thing. I’m terrified.
Let’s talk about other stuff.
Have you noticed the abundance of vampire/supernatural-themed tv shows scheduled to air this fall? I still miss Buffy. But I predicted it, did I not? I am a tv genius, am I not? In 2005 I wrote a story called R.I.P. Fantasy TV. It began with the following paragraph:
"This is Mark Burnett’s fault. Once upon a time you couldn’t channel surf through primetime without seeing a bigheaded alien or wrinkly-nosed vampire go by. Then 1999 rolled around and Richard Hatch’s naked ass and evil plotting turned the tide."
It was a story about the undulating wave of tv trends, how fantasy tv had seen a 90s boom, had fallen out of fashion, but, with the launch of shows like Lost, was threatening a comeback. And here it is, full blown. Unfortunately, I published this story before I was organized and started keeping a portfolio and I don't have a single copy! Darn it.
Cheaper By The Dozen is on tv right now. It’s a sweet story. Makes me nostalgic. I first read the book when I was about eight years old. Made me want to have a lot of kids. I’m not really sure about that anymore. Even five seems insane to most people these days. Anyhoooooo. I think I might watch it.
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