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As you may recall, I am the best man for my good friend’s upcoming wedding. He is getting married on Saturday. I am taking Friday off to help him prepare and for me to ensure I have everything I need to make his wedding go smoothly. Being a best man is a lot of work and I was very naive about what the effort that goes into that role in a wedding. It has caused me a bit of stress but that’s because I don’t want to screw this up for my friend. Weddings are such interesting cultural experiences which leave very little room for error.

The wedding day approaches though. I made it through the bachelor party and now I just need to guide my friend on the big day. I need to not lose the rings and not forget the words to my speech at the reception. Beyond that, it’s just a few other small details and I should be good. I’ll report back on Sunday evening.

Not sure how I missed these mean Tweets from a few months ago but now you get to watch them too. The Benderick Culverbunch one was my favourite.

As a veteran office worker I know how the cleaning staff usually works. When it comes to washrooms, if the cleaner is a female, then they wait for the men’s washroom to clear out before entering. They park the cleaning cart outside the door and then they put down that little yellow sign so dudes outside know not to go in. As for the dudes already in there, it’s handled one of two ways. First, if a dude is leaving the washroom, the cleaner might ask him if there’s still someone in there. Second, she might just politely knock on the door, open it part way, and say hello. Now, if you’re a dude still in there, it’s your job to say something or else she’ll just go in.

Now with those rules in mind, I bring you to my afternoon excursion to get a cup of coffee downstairs. I felt the need to urinate before getting a cup of joe so I detoured to the washroom first. There was no cart nor a sign outside the washroom, so I went in like normal. When I walked in, I saw one of the cleaning ladies by the sink, putting a paper towel into the garbage. Whoops, I guess she was either just starting to clean or just finishing, I couldn’t tell which.

“Whoops, are you just starting or are you just finishing up?”

Without a word, she silently waved me forward to continue my business.

“Oh ok, you’re done then. Thanks.”

With that she walked past me and out the door. Pleased that I didn’t have to go find another washroom, I continued my way towards the urinals. It was then I saw some dude was already in one of the stalls in the classic number two position. That was an odd thing to see. Why was the cleaning lady in the washroom to begin with then? Did she not care if anyone was already in there? Did you speak up but got no answer from the dude on the toilet? Maybe she did say hello and the dude was paralyzed with fear and could not say anything.

Like I said it was odd. In all my years, I’ve never seen a cleaning lady actually do any sort of cleaning while a dude was still taking a dump on the toilet. That was a first and maybe tomorrow I might even win the lottery.

Yep, it’s time for another straight talk post and no it’s not about diarrhea this time, though I’m sure there’s some of that in my near future. It’s December 1! Holy! Where did the time go? I realized this evening that I have less than three months left on my contract at EA. It’s almost a year since I started!

As we are barreling towards our release date, things are really busy. Unfortunately, this is not one of those rare times where we leisurely finish the game and roll into certification without any concerns. There’s still lots to do and lots to fix. As is often said in our industry, we are “coming in hot”.

I’ve tried not to do a lot of OT. For example, I’ve yet to work a weekend but there’s a lot to do. I have worked late during the week for the last several weeks. I never work past 9pm though and seeing as how I roll in around 10am, I find that’s ok. I’m not as young as I used to be however when I was an OT machine, working 12 hour days, seven days a week. I don’t know where I got the strength to do that. Even with my limited OT, I feel tired. It’s that fatigue that can’t be chased away by a single night of good sleep.

Lots of people need or want to start the next job right away after their contract ends. I’ve never really been like that and it looks like that probably won’t happen after this one. I won’t be looking for the next gig until I’m good and ready. It looks like March 2016 will be a great month for sleeping. I’m looking forward to it!

On Saturday evening or I suppose technically Sunday morning, the hour drew late to around three o’clock and I grew tired. I prepared to retire to my bedchambers by brushing my teeth, flossing, and turning off most of the lights in my simple abode. As I was about to crawl into bed, I heard a disturbance from out in the hallway. Was it my next door neighbour coming home? Nope, I heard him come back an hour ago and this disturbance sounded like it was right outside my door.

I stepped out of my bedroom into my unlit living room. Whatever it was definitely was happening at my door. I heard the jingle-jangle of keys as someone was trying to unlock my door but fortunately not succeeding. I suppose if I were living in the US, I could have immediately shot through my front door and killed whoever this person was in a completely legal manner. I do not live in the US, however, so instead I gingerly approached the door to look out the peephole.

I saw a slightly confused young man who appeared to be in his 20s, fumbling around with his keys, wondering why it wouldn’t open my door. I was about to open the door to let him know he didn’t live in my apartment but he took a look at the number on my door and hightailed it out of there. So it was just a case of mistaken home identity. I decided to go talk to him anyways, so I unlocked my door and walked after him.

I found him in front of the elevators where he seemed a bit tipsy and probably was inebriated to a certain extent.

“Uh, hello?”

“Oh sorry man!”

“Uh, ok”

I went back into my home, locked the door again, and went to bed. It was an innocent mistake but how did he even wind up in front of my door? The fobs in our building only allow the elevator to take you to the common floors and the floor you live on. For example, I can’t go into the elevator and then try to go up to the 35th floor. The elevator won’t let me. This dude definitely does not live on my floor because I’m a nosy SOB and I know everyone on my floor. The only thing I could think of is that he might have taken the stairs to get to my floor. While most floors are locked from the staircase side, I live on one of the “cross-over” floors where the staircase doors are unlocked to allow people to transit to the other emergency staircase in case of a blockage. He could have done that but how many drunk people do you know would choose to walk up close to 30 flights of stairs rather than take the elevator when trying to get home? Most sober people would rather take an elevator too.

Well, no harm no foul I suppose but this is a reminder that you should always lock your doors.

This week temperatures dipped below freezing for the first time this season. I had to put in my extra insert into my North Face jacket to keep warm. The cold doesn’t really bother me as I’m only in the elements for about five minutes from the bus stop to the studio. What bothers me about winter the most is the dry skin. For whatever reason, I feel like I’m especially susceptible to dry skin in the winter.

I can tell which parts of my body are the driest when I shower. As soon as the hot water hits my body, the pain is a signal where I need to apply moisturizer afterwards. I wish there was some way to easily lather my entire body in a thin layer of moisturizer. Perhaps they will invent a machine that does that some day. In the meantime, I’ll have to settle for awkwardly trying to apply lotion on my back where I can’t reach.

As a general rule, I try to not ingest any caffeine after 4pm as I susceptible to its stimulant effects. If I break this rule, it can affect my ability to fall asleep.

Well, I was working a bit late this evening. The meal served to us was Greek food, which is one of my favourites. There was no lamb unfortunately but the chicken souvlaki was good enough. After dinner, I intended to get a nice cup of mint tea. While the green tea that EA serves is terrible, I’ve become quite fond of this refreshing, yet non-caffeinated mint tea. It’s a great choice for a post-dinner palate cleanse.

So after dinner, I’m at the coffee and tea station, with all the intentions of making a cup of mint tea. I must have been distracted by conversing with a co-worker because I grabbed a green tea bag instead and dropped it into my mug of hot water. Now you’d think I would have noticed once the tea had finished steeping and I had my first sip. Yes, that would be logical but I was concentrating on my work once I got back to my desk and tasting green tea isn’t exactly something that’s foreign to me. Indeed, it’s one of the most common things I drink. So yeah, I didn’t notice anything wrong at all.

It only dawned on me at midnight, when I was wondering why I was not feeling tired after a very long day at work. I had consumed a very strong and large mug of green tea at around 7pm. I’ve since taken a sleeping pill. I feel like it will counteract the caffeine soon. I’ll get that cup of mint tea tomorrow.

I’m pleased to announce that my two bouts of diarrhea last night did not continue into the next day. I woke up feeling fine and farted quite loudly but you know what, that’s not different from any other morning.

I had a salad for lunch, which did not cause me any loose poops. Anyways, I hope you all had a great day!

Folks, you and I have been through a lot on this blog so I have no hesitation in telling you I just had two episodes of diarrhea in the last half hour. Is this something that most people would keep to themselves and not write about on a public blog? Perhaps yes but by now you know I’m not like most people.

It might have been something I ate but then again my digestive system works in mysterious ways so it could be anything. I feel fine now but who knows what will happen in the next little while. Here’s where it gets interesting. I kinda need to get to bed soon, so let’s hope I don’t wake up with a surprise in my silk banana hammock. If things turn brown, I’ll update you all tomorrow.

I’m about eight months late to the party but I just finished watching the first season of Daredevil on Netflix. I know some of you are suffering from superhero fatigue but this show is unlike anything you’ve seen. The show is much more grounded in reality, well as much reality as there can be while still staying within the Marvel Cinematic Universe. I would actually describe the first season as more of a crime thriller with some very limited superhero elements.

People have described the show as having a neighbourhood hero rather than say Thor, whose exploits span the galaxy. Indeed, this is very true as all thirteen episodes take place in New York City, and even then, only the Hell’s Kitchen portion of the city. There is some amazing character development, far more than is possible in any of the feature films.

Once you’re done with the man with no fear, you might want to look up Jessica Jones as well.