CRASHY McCRASHERSON

At first it was my web server, now it’s my own computer. I’ve experienced some spectacular crashes in Windows XP for about the last day and a half. I’ve seen things happen that I’ve never even heard of. While I was working on my resume tonight, something happened and this window popped up. It told me a serious error had occurred and that I should hurry up and save all my work because XP was going to reboot in one minute. In the corner there was this countdown until restart. Of course, when the time ran down to zero, my computer anti-climatically just sat there. Apparently, even the restart utility had crashed. I had hit the manual reset button to get things going again.

In other news, I did not go to Stephen’s wedding dinner tonight, depriving me a meal of roast lamb, golden potatoes, and rice. I felt tired all day and didn’t want to talk to anyone. What kind of guest would I have been? Just some grumpy Gus sitting in the corner, eating his lamb, and sending the children running with his horrendous hacking cough.

Anyways, I’m going to see if I can crash my computer while editing some other important documents. Take care kids!

DAMN COLD

So I have this wedding dinner thing to go to tonight. Remember my friend Stephen? Yeah, he got married last week in Hawaii. He’s back in town now and this dinner is a chance for all his Vancouver friends to celebrate his nuptials. Dinner is for sure gratis and I think I heard it’s an open bar as well. The evening will take place on some Greek restaurant on Davie Street (no, not Stephos, another place).

This all seems fine and dandy except for the fact that I’m still sick. I’ve entered the coughing phase of my illness. You know the phase, where people on the bus don’t want to sit next to you because it sounds like you’re going to cough up a lung. Yeah, that one. I’d really like to go because I haven’t seen Stephen in person in years and this is his wedding after all. I’ve never even met his bride before. On the other hand, I don’t want to be sitting in a corner all by myself interrupting all the speeches with my coughing. True love is… *cough* hard to find… *hack* I thought I had true love…

I’d also hate to realize that after half an hour of being there, I was feeling miserable and just wanted to go home to my bed. How would I explain that to Stephen? Hey thanks for the lamb, but I gotta get going…

And what about the wedding gift? They’ve registered at The Bay and I was planning on buying a gift certificate online for them. I still haven’t done it yet. Should I buy them a gift even if I don’t go to the dinner? I’m leaning towards it since Stephen has been so helpful with restarting my server all these months.

Hopefully, I’ll be better tomorrow, but I’m not planning on it. It usually takes several days for my cough to subside. Well, I’m off to take some Dimetapp cold medicine. That stuff knocks me out like crazy! I’ll be lucky to be awake by 1pm tomorrow.

LEGO STAR WARS

If you’re a male around my age, you can count on at least two things being a part of your childhood. That would be Lego and Star Wars. Who hasn’t built a multicolored Lego car that you couldn’t pull apart after mashing the pieces together too tight? And Star Wars, what needs to be said about the Star Wars? This virginity-preserving world of fantasy has caught the imagination of millions across the globe.

The two have finally come together in video game form in a title aptly named Lego Star Wars: The Video Game. The development of this game has been done quietly, with little or no fanfare from the game media. Only recently, just a couple weeks before the game’s release have we heard or seen anything about this game, but boy does it look good.

You can view the trailer here. I must say it’s both funny and inspiring to see blocky Lego characters in the Star Wars universe. And the fun doesn’t stop there, you can download a demo of the game here. I tried the demo briefly but it keeps crashing. From what I’ve seen so far, it’s a neat little game. Try it yourself!

I SAW YOU

In regards to my last post, yep, Daddy is in fact sick. I know that some of my female readers find it creepy when I refer to myself as “Daddy”. In my defense, my head hurts and every muscle in my body seems to ache. You know it’s bad when just moving the hairs on my head causes sharp pain.

Anyways, if you’re like me, you’re always in search of cheap entertainment… and what better place than on Internet to look for it!?!?! If you live in Vancouver, you no doubt have seen or read The Georgia Strait, a venerable free newspaper for the arts and entertainment scene in the city. They’ve recently put online their “I Saw You” section of the classifieds. If you’re not familar with this, it’s a free ad where people usually try to reconnect with someone they briefly encountered. Did you catch a girl smiling at you on the bus? Were too shy to say anything? This is the place for you to get a potential second chance.

Here are just small selection of ads from this week’s paper:

DKE BOY WITH BLACK EYE

I saw you walking into the DKE frathouse on Wesbrooke. You: thin, blond, black eye, skateboard, trucker hat. Me: blond, tall, eyebrow, hiding behind bushes. We exchanged a glance which I found meaningful. I will be standing by the Dance Dance Revolution at the SUB Arcade on Saturday Night at 11 pm. I would love to start talking to you rather than just seeing you from a distance.
reallywannab-yfriend@hotmail.com

This young “lady” clearly has a case of the “bad boy” syndrome. Not only is she after a frat boy, he’s a frat boy with a black eye. A black eye no doubt gained while living the “bad boy” lifestyle. I wasn’t even sure frat boys were capable of meaningful glances. I’m almost tempted to be at the SUB arcade tonight just to see what happens.

Here’s another one:

I CAFE, VANCOUVER,
Wed. March 02,05.

You- hot asian lady with asian friend sitting in the booth in front of us. Me- tall guy sitting with asian ladyfriend. We exchanged several glances & smiles. Being the shy type I missed the opportunity to meet you. Wishing to meet you some day soon.
nitroballr-om@shaw.ca

Asian, asian, asian! Let me guess, the tall guy is in Asian Studies at UBC right? I know, I know… low blow, but hey, I call ’em the way I see ’em.

Last one:

Feb 24th Outside UBC Hospital.

Me; making strange sounds, unable to breathe, and tears streaming down my face. You; tall Asian guy who carried my bag and blond girl who carried my weight. Thank you both. I was really struggling/afraid and you guys really helped. With gratitude, Louise

Finally, it’s not all about random hookups. Sometimes people just want to give thanks when they couldn’t the first time around.

If you want to see the rest, click here.

AM I SICK OR NOT?

Either I have allergies now or I’m about to get sick. Last evening, I came home and spontaneously just had a problem with my throat. It felt like a small piece of food had gone down the wrong pipe, you know when you cough uncontrollably when your pork rind tries to go down your lung. Except with me, it was an extremely mild form of this. It only felt like there was something there and the reflex wasn’t strong enough to make me automatically cough. My body was kind like, “You might wanna cough a bit, we’re not too sure what’s happening there… hey is that The Daily Show?”

When I woke up this morning, I felt fine again. This evening though, I felt a distinct tickle in the back of my throat, you know, the usual cursor before a cold comes on. I’ve had this feeling before though, and sometimes nothing happens. Perhaps it’s just allergies as well, my eyes itch like a mofo right now.

Wow, what a post. Here are some more random pictures from the last room crawl.

OF A MAN NAMED BRADY

So here’s the story, I tossed and turned last night until well after 6am. It was probably the worst case of insomnia I’ve had in a long time. I had a little bit of Coke to drink at 9pm, but I’ve had way more before at even later times and had no problems. I wonder why that was. In any case, I managed to squeeze in a little under 6 hours of sleep. The odd thing is, I don’t feel all that tired right now. That actually concerns me. I should be tired.

Anyways, when I was out and about campus today, I did some thinking. I realized that the world don’t move to the beat of just one drum. What might be right for you, may not be right for some. Everybody’s got a special kind of story, everybody finds a way to shine. It don’t matter that you got not alot, so what? They’ll have theirs, and you’ll have yours, and I’ll have mine. And together we’ll be fine. Because it takes, more than six hours of sleep to move the world. Yes it does.