Monthly Archives: December 2002

Curiouser and curiouser

A strange sensation came over me as I walked out of the door of the elevator. I took a few steps forward and noticed that the walls seemed older, more yellow. I continued down the hallway, and the vague sensation of “not belonging” came over me. I chalked it up to the holiday season and continued down the hallway.

The lighting was wrong as I walked further down–maybe a light was out and they replaced a soft white bulb with a cool white. I never realized that it could make such a difference.

The children next door had removed their halloween decorations. I smiled. I’d miss them.

It was good to be home. I put my key in the lock and nearly broke the key. It wouldn’t turn.

I looked up.

I was on the wrong floor, attempting to unlock someone else’s apartment.

Some days, it just doesn’t pay to be on auto pilot.

Just another night spent missing the ice

I’ve determined that ice skating is simply the art of falling towards a cold, hard, nearly frictionless sheet of frozen water–and missing.

So, it’s quite simple, really.

More people were on the ice tonight. It was more crowded than I normally like it, but people were still very amicable towards one another. One young lady even pointed out one of my skate laces was dragging on the ice. That was nice of her, and completely unnecessary.

I still contend that one of the best feelings in the world is putting on your shoes after you’ve been wearing rented skates.

Ahhhhhhhhh.

Not really about tv.

Damn HDTV. Damn it because I want it so much. Damn it for being so attractive Damn it for being so expensive and impractical.

While I was busy damning the companies that make Digital TV sets, and damning the associated dvd players and home theatre components that have to accompany a purchase like this, I noticed something:

As a typical male, I’m putting the blame on the object of my desire, instead of just actually maybe thinking that I should consider that I’m the one doing the actual lusting. Maybe, just maybe, and I may be going out on a limb here, but perhaps–I’m the one to blame.

Just a thought.

Whoa.

Finally, it’s Monday so I can get some rest.

I’d like to thank everyone that made it to malaysian food and karaoke. Despite my best efforts, I managed to relax and have a fantastic time.

And damn if those mango martinis weren’t smooth.

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The Weekend

Friday the 13th came and went without much fanfare, and less misfortune. I guess triskaidekaphobia really doesn’t have a hold on anyone that I know.

It’s two weeks after the novel, and now I’m thinking about a rewrite. I think it’s too soon, though. I’m probably going to finish this other short story I have on the burner.

Right now, it’s off to work for me. Stop by and say hello if I don’t look too busy. I shouldn’t. I’m in the front greeting people during the holidays. It’s my job to talk to you.