(Posting from my Blackberry, so we’ll chalk up any sentence/grammar weirdness to Transit rage).
Hey there. Been a couple of months (seriously, MONTHS?) since I last posted but wanted a quick “Don’t delete my RSS feed yet” before I forget entirely that I even have a blog. Twitter’s been my primary method of getting the word out, and since that’s limited to 140 characters, I guess I haven’t had much word that needed getting out as of late.
Work’s good, family’s good, there’s the Olympics coming, and so Vancouver is suddenly swamped with seemingly equal numbers of teal-jacketed volunteers, and black-jacketed security/police. Come the revolution, it’ll be like game of Risk, fought in colours.
Over xmas, I ripped ALL of my CDs to MP3 format (that I had left and/or re-bought, after two break-ins in the mid 90s), and I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t actually like very much of my music. Wait. That’s not true. I don’t like it on shuffle on my iPod. It’s like having everyone you’ve ever had a meal with come by and eat one fry with you, and then leave again.
It’s jarring, you know?
I didn’t ride my bike to work today, because it’s 1 degree out there, which means there out undoubtedly some icy bits, and I’m getting too old to have my 240lbs hit the cement from a height of three feet (at a speed of 35km/hr).
New Podcast is up at the podcast. It ain’t pretty, cause we were drankin’. Yikes.
Whoa, listening to a remix of Deelite’s “Groove Is In The Heart,” and there’s an alternate rap from Bootsy Collins. So maybe not all shuffling is jarring. Lots of stuff I have I wouldn’t think to listen to unless it was random.
Lots of life is like that.
Good parenting moment on Sunday. Rip was feeling low (tired, wanted to go home to play with his newly-purchased toys) and so we stood there in our jackets with our hands in our pockets, and instead of joining him in a mope, or telling him to cheer up (nothing makes me grumpier than being told to not be), we started having a rousing round of “elbow boxing,” which involves leaving your hands in your pockets and “boxing” your opponent with you elbows. It’s silly, but fun, and soon Ripley was throwing slow-motion haymakers with his elbows, sending me flying backwards into the nearby shoppers.
We have these little moments when it’s just us, cause we’re just waiting for something, and I enjoy making anybody laugh, but making a grumpy eight-year-old laugh is especially rewarding.
Gotta go now, Craig Fergusson is on Twitter as of last night, and somehow he totally translates to the blipvert style of microblogging.
Posted on February 9th 2010 in General
