On the way to work this morning I was listening to the noble CBC AM radio. They announced that on Canada Day, the Barenaked Ladies would be performing at Commonwealth Stadium.

Free!

Go to www.ticketmaster.ca and get your free ticket. No service charges or anything. Maximum of four tickets per person. On sale at 10:00 am.
Being an organized person, I set my alarm for 9:59 AM and was on the website trying to get tickets at the anointed time. I selected four seats and was told that I could get them seats, but they wouldn’t be all together. But it would be in row 5.
But I got confused by the interface with the split seating. So I tried again, but for only two tickets. I got those, but now I’m in row 35. Those tickets are going fast. I let the co-workers know, and they found that they could get eight tickets per person. I’ll take the moral high ground and say that I’m not greedy.
So I’m seeing the Barenaked ladies on July 1st (Woot!), but I spent the rest of the morning feeling stupid about not getting row 5.

While having my hair done the other day, I had an opportunity to read an Esquire magazine. There was an article about Johnny Carson. He performed during a time when there was less choice on late night television. Everyone knew him, across all races and genders. You could talk to ANYONE and they would be aware of who he was. No one has that these days because there is too much “choice” available that there is no common denominator anymore. A musician who is popular among a lot of people will still not be known by everyone. Johnny Carson is probably the last great performer to have that privilege.
The problem with all this choice is that our entertainment and interests are individualized for each and every one of us. There is no common denominator anymore. I can listen to just the music I want, watch the TV I choose from one of the 200 channels available, and entertain myself without regards to anyone. The same as everyone else. So people have no common ground anymore.
An example was given of how when a man wants to approach a women in a bar, his chances of making a connection with her are greatly improved if they have a common interest. With so many choices in interests available to us now, there is no common one anymore.
So I thought about this, and the consequences of this theory. I think the principal corollary of this is that individuality is wrong. The more individual you are, the less you have in common with other people. If you want to connect with people (and since we’re social creatures that is the point of our existence) you have to come from a similar enough background. That culture is being diluted with all the choices given us.
I have been told that I am very much an individual. I do what I want, and very rarely let other people dictate things to me. I have interests and pursuits that are not in line with the people around me. I don’t root for the home team in sports. I don’t drink copious amounts of alcohol, or use narcotics to make myself feel special. In general, I don’t have anything in common with other people.
I will need to stop this.

Well this was another weekend that didn’t end with me feeling relaxed. I seem to be busier Sundays than Saturdays. I did the running thing this morning. Then it was off to a disappointing brunch.
It was followed by the play “Humble Boy”. The play was okay, but it was a struggle to stay awake for the first half hour. After that it got more interesting and I was alert. But still, I think it was an overpriced entertainment. But that is what you get when you see a play at the Citadel theatre, downtown.
Grocery shopping, with a quick meal for dinner, and then I had Michael over to see “Team America: World Police”. Funny, but friends had overhyped it for me. I kept hearing how it was so side-splittingly funny, it was impossible not to be let down.

There was supposed to be a scooter ride tonight. I just tried to go. The scooter was working fine, but the ride was cancelled. The cops are patrolling Whyte Avenue, enforcing that everyone on a scooter have a class 6 license. I was told that you only need a class 6 license if your two wheeled vehicle is 50cc or more. Which would clear most scooters, including mine. I don’t know what laws changed.
I’m going to have to look into this, because my scooter may have just become a lot more expensive. Taking a motorcycle safety course is not cheap.

For the past few days I have had a sore on my chin. I assumed it was a pimple that I had scratched to much. It was really bothering me because I had an appointment with a new hairstylist this morning and I wanted to make a good impression. But the darn thing wouldn’t heal.
A few minutes ago I examined it in detail under the bright light of a mirror. I saw a big beard whisker trying to grow in it. Maybe that is what is causing the problem? I’m willing to try anything to get rid of this thing. I grab some tweezers and try and yank it out. It comes out surprisingly easy. I look at it. It’s thicker and longer than I would expect. And no pain either. Wait a minute… This isn’t a whisker. It’s a splinter!
For the past three days I’ve had a splinter lodged in my chin!
My theory is that while riding my scooter, some debris thrown up by a car got blown into my face. The wooden splinter hit me perfectly to embed itself there, where it has been annoying me ever since.

I’ve learned that writing a column can be like working at a sausage factory–use filler if you have to, just for God’s sake keep cranking the grinder. The upside is that sometimes the sausage comes tasting pretty good, even if you’ve run out of pork and had to use horse lips.

–Paul Mather, 100 Years of Subatomic Humor

That’s how I feel about writing in LiveJournal. I might not have anything to say, but I need to keep writing. Nothing bad will happen if I stop, but it becomes that much harder to start again.
There is another side to that thought process.

If your blogging software doesn’t have a built-in Whining checker, you should install it as a plug-in. It’s worth whatever you have to spend for the thing. Whenever I’ve written a new entry that pushes the self-pity button rather hard (why o why is everyone picking on me, why don’t things ever go my way, I’m so totally right and that person is totally wrong and you people can see that, can’t you?…that sort of thing) a little alert pops up with a “Stop” icon, accompanied by the text “Nobody gives a **** about this. They’re your readers, not your therapist, and they’re certainly not your ****ing Mommy. Got it?”
We have a modern digital analogue to getting drunk and phoning old girlfriends…and its name is LiveJournal. Fellow bloggers: I urge extreme caution.

–Andy Ihnatko, May 5th, 2005

I guess there is the light side and dark side of LiveJournal. Clearly my last entry was missed by the Whining checker. But sometimes all you have is horse lips.

I’ve got to work on my self confidence. Or at least my speed.
I had an appointment with the physical therapist today. For the past few weeks she has had an intern. When I first came in and met the intern, it looked to me like she was checking me out. So I decided today I would ask her out. I wouldn’t get another chance because this is her last week.
Never had a chance. I never really saw her beyond passing her in the hall. I was expecting to have a more “private” moment when she was using the ultrasound on me, but the mentor did that instead. Apparently the intern left early.

So, the Queen of England is in Edmonton right now. I haven’t gone to any of the celebrations to see her. I didn’t get a ticket in time to see the big shindig, and I’m not enough of a Monarchist to go out into this rainy weather to catch a glimpse of her.
She only seems to be doing senior citizen activities. Going to museums. Seeing Sir Winston Churchill Square. Visiting legislature. Stuff I figure old people do. i.e. Rather dull. She needs some excitement. I would suggest going to West Edmonton Mall, by then they would be able to call it The Royal West Edmonton Mall, and that just sounds tacky.

Well, Harry was not good during the night. He was nervous so he kept making sure I was aware he was there. All. Night. Long. So I didn’t get a whole lot of sleep. And he had a problem figuring out whose bed was whose.
Revenge this morning was to take him on my morning run of sixteen kilometers. He was fine for the first six, but then he started falling behind. Eventually, at around eight kilometers, I had to abandon the group and make my own way back. I took as many shortcuts as possible and got back to the start about ten minutes after them.
So you would think he would be tuckered out for the rest of the day. But no. A few hours later and he has all the energy back and is begging for attention. Meanwhile, I’m dealing with an astonishing lack of sleep.

My parents are within half an hour of arriving at my condo. Thankfully, after working all morning, I have gotten the place cleaned up enough to pass an initial inspection.
They are bringing the dog, Harry, too. I’m looking forward to that. I’m planning on dragging him out for my Sunday run and seeing how he does. Running with a dog has always looked far more interesting than just running with humans.

As soon as I’m done my journal entry, I go read a webcomic that makes the exact same point I did.
There are no original ideas anymore.

Yesterday I saw Episode III. Now that I have had time to digest, here are my thoughts.
My biggest complaint is that there were no plot twists. From the start, you know everything that is going to happen. At no time do you stop and think, “Wow! Didn’t see that coming.” The original trilogy had great plot twists, (“Luke, I am your father.”) but this trilogy only seems to invalidate those great moments. If you watch the movies from Episode I to Episode VI, there will be no surprises. (“Well duh! We saw Vader knock up his mother three movies ago.”) This latest trilogy just seems to be milking all the work that was done with the original.
If I think about that statement for a moment though, it is clearly wrong. If you watch one to six, then one wouldn’t know that Anakin falls to evil. So I guess there were plot twists.
I’ve had people say that it was obvious there would be no surprises because “we know what will happen.” Which sounds silly to me. The twists that we know and love concerned unknowns being revealed. There were still unknowns that could be shown. For instance, somebody should explain who is Anakin’s father. Or just give me some reason to watch this movie if I’ve already seen the next three movies.
Now, with all that said, it was a good movie. On the Star Wars scale, I would rate it higher than “Return of the Jedi”, but lower than “A New Hope”. If “Jedi” lost the ewoks, it would probably beat “Sith”. I feel that George Lucas has been away from directing for so long that he needed the last two movies to warm up and figure out how to make a good movie again. (“Ohhh. You DON’T have annoying characters. My bad.”) But he doesn’t have the mythic scale anymore.

One of the nicest advantages of working for a computer company is the leftovers. Mac OS X Tiger just came out, and being part of a developer connection, we get two copies at work. But they came on DVDs. And the Mac they keep wanting us to work with were first purchased during the short period where Macs came with CD-RW instead of DVD readers. So the disks couldn’t be used for work, so I snatched a copy and upgraded my Mac.
Sweet!
I can’t comment on the OS yet. I haven’t had enough time to use it, and it still needs to get used to its new home. For instance, my morning script (for grabbing all the websites I read and having them ready for perusing before breakfast) didn’t run because the iCal application had updated and needed to be started up again.

In other news, I skipped the evening run tonight. That’s because I just donated blood and it is considered bad form to blatantly ignore instructions on how to behave after being drained.

I just got back from my final Improv class. It went way into overtime because we had class evaluations where everyone gave feedback to everyone else. So it went on forever. Somewhat annoying because there is a task I’ve been trying to get around to that I had planned to do afterwards, that I don’t have time for now.
But, the evaluations were very good for me. The instructor commented that I wasn’t retaining information and I wasn’t listening anymore. If I had to reason it, I would say that I’ve gotten cocky. I was let into the level 3 class, and now I feel like I’m slumming in the level 2. I need to ditch that attitude.
Tara, a very nice women in the class, pointed out that I have a loss of innocence and that I’m now arrogant and angry. That is probably also due to the “slumming” reason. I might also blame the pain in my shoulder that plagued my earlier class which is making me cranky, but that is just finding a weak excuse.
The number one thing I have to start doing is have my characters care.
Now that I’ve gotten all these great notes, I want to implement them. But there are no more classes. And I don’t know when they will be back. Probably by the time they are back I’ll have forgotten everything that I learned.

I’ve been falling behind in my TV watching. I guess I have better things to do. Anyway, I was in a couch potato mood yesterday, so I went through what I had taped and watched some shows.
I have a love/hate relationship with Enterprise. I like the primitive starfleet, but I hate the frequent time travel. It feels like some executive got his hands into it and wants the show to appeal to the Lowest Common Denominator, instead of Star Trek fans. Understandable, but also stupid.
But it seems that since they know that this is their last season, all the stupid executives have bailed and gone to ruin other shows. Since the producers have nothing to lose, they are doing VERY Star Trek shows. I just watched a two part episode set completely in the mirror universe. Where everyone is mean and nasty (and Spock has a beard), and it parallels the original universe. And they did it right from the start, even the opening credits were military in nature. (I hate that DS9 ruined the mirror universe by getting rid of the empire and making humanity a bunch of scrungy refugees.)
And they did the episode with references to classic trek shows. Stuff that would be completely lost on a casual viewer, but mean everything to someone who knows Star Trek. In classic trek there was the episode “The Tholian Web” (Yes I am enough of a geek to still remember the names) where a starship, the Defiant, was dragged into another dimension, and Captain Kirk nearly went with it. Well, apparently that ship travelled to the mirror universe and into the past, so that the mean and nasty Enterprise counterparts got their mitts on it.
So here we have the classic trek starship in a new episode. The mirror universe people flew it around, even started wearing the classic trek uniforms. It brought back so many memories. All the usual sounds were there, right down to the twitter when someone on the bridge intercoms the captain. They were in the classic Jefferies tube, but this time, they went to the top. So many memories. But while the sounds were the same, the effects were modern. When the phaser was set on kill, the person disintegrated in such an eye-pleasing manner. They even threw in a Gorn for good measure. Complete CGI, but still… Gorn!
I miss classic trek.

It’s been awhile, but here is the quick update.
I have still finished Jade Empire, but am contemplating starting over and acting like a jerk throughout the adventure. See what is different.
I just finished Ultima 3 within 260180 moves. I had previously seen the game beat long ago, but that was only through the use of many cheat programs. This one was completely on the up and up (if you don’t count map books I’ve had since the dawn of time.) I even did all the work to get the clues as to what needs to be done to win the game, instead of looking at the clue books I have around here.
Torn rotator cuff doesn’t hurt anymore, but the shoulder blade winging problem is causing runs to be painful.
My parents are visiting in two weeks. I’ve got to get this place cleaned up.
I’m a player in an RPG again. It’s not D&D but Star Wars. (Really raring to see Episode III now that I’m playing it.) I’m getting a sadistic joy in watching the DM complain that it is taking a lot of time to prepare for a game. I feel free.
That’s about it. Good times.

There was an article in the paper yesterday about a website where you could rate your university professors. Since my father is one, I thought I would check it out today.
That was probably not the best idea. He didn’t rate very well. Embarrassingly, I was talking to him on the phone, while I was bringing up his rating. I didn’t mention what I was doing, but it was hard to keep talking normally as I’m seeing several students say “Most awful prof I have ever had.” At least others were nice enough to say “course requires a lot of work. Prof is sometimes confusing but is always willing to help.”
The newspaper article at least came to the defense of some of the poorer rated profs. “the samples are only representative of students with an axe to grind. ‘Intro chemistry is a difficult class to teach because there are lots of people who really don’t want to be there'”.
Still, it’s a bit of a let down to see that so many people hate your father.

Two weeks ago I picked up the new BioWare game, “Jade Empire”. It was my first BioWare game, and I’ve heard nothing but good things about them. I haven’t gotten a game for quite awhile, so it was about time.
My friend, Cameron, has no self-control. He does not save things for later. And he likes role-playing video games. He picked it up three days after me. And I made a pledge to myself to stay ahead of him in the game.
This would be difficult. He has been known to stay up until the wee hours of the morning to exercise his lack of self-control. And I had stuff I needed to do, like prepare D&D games.
My one advantage was that when he was playing he has two games going because he wants to experience the game from two different perspectives. So I could, theoretically, double his pace.
However, on the lack of self-control subject, I would like to introduce Mr. Pot and Mr. Kettle.
Black!
I really got into this game, and I’ve started staying up later than I should and putting far too many hours into it.
It’s been nice though. I haven’t played a modern role-playing game in over a year. And because I was playing it continually, I had less need to take notes because everything was still fresh in my mind. And it had a simple combat interface. Button mashing!
Oh, yeah. I just finished the game an hour ago.

I think I’ve got a pattern going here.
Once a season I finally get up the nerve to ask a girl out on a date. When (not if) I’m told no, it takes me about three months to try again with someone else.
Needless to say, I’m feeling a little depressed right now. There is a girl in my improv class that I like, so I asked if she was interested in seeing a movie coming out soon. At least she was nice enough to say that the movie in question was one she had promised to see with her boyfriend. It’s nicer to get shot down that way than to just find yourself waiting at a coffee place for someone who isn’t going to show up.
Actually, I don’t feel depressed. Just stupid.

This injury sucks.
I only ran 10 km today. My physiotherapist says not to run for more than an hour, so I’m good there. But what bothers me is that the group I would normally run with is doing 29km right now. I started with them and they should be just about reaching the halfway point as I type this. I ran with them for 5km, keeping up well, but it fell apart as I turned around. Going down the hill things really started hurting and I had to walk large chunks of the route back.
Physical exercise: You spend so much effort to bring yourself up to a certain level, and it is so easily taken away. And this is the third Spring in a row that I’ve been injured. Two years ago it was the knee. Last year the foot. This is the season of the shoulder.

I got a new computer at work on Monday, so I’ve been trying to get it up to speed. Mostly copying files from the old computer to the new one and installing software. I’m a big fan of QuickTime as opposed to the Windows Media Player. It has nothing to do with Apple versus Microsoft. I just think the interface for QuickTime is so much cleaner and friendlier. So of course I went to the Apple site and downloaded the latest version. Surprisingly it came with iTunes. Not really a problem.
Today I found a rogue MP3 wandering aimlessly in the mess of files. So I double-click it to figure out what it was. iTunes comes up and plays the song. But first it scans my hard drive for every other music file it can find. Wow, that many.
I play a few in the privacy of my own office. Then curiosity gets me while playing, Heaven, and I press the arrow next to the artist’s name. Suddenly I’m in the iTunes music store, looking at every song by DJ Sammy. (For the record, I own the CD.) He has some new ones and I click for a thirty second snippet. I like it, I’ll buy it when I get home. A quick look at the mixes people have made shows some other songs that I’ve been wanting to get. Score. I’ll do a more intensive browse at home and buy several songs.
When I get home, none of those songs are available. DJ Sammy has apparently never released any music.
The problem is that because I work for an American company, my computer thinks it is located in Washington state. So the computer was browsing the American iTunes store. Not the Canadian one.
This annoys me. A lot of songs I want are out of my grasp, and I don’t know why. I want to give these people money, why won’t they take it?
Technically I could buy the songs at work and then take them home, but that doesn’t feel ethical. And I don’t want to pay the higher US prices.

So the physiotherapist says to me today that she is getting an intern next week and that she’s looking forward to showing me to her. “Why?” “Because you’re interesting.”
Things you don’t want to hear from a doctor.
She also says it isn’t looking good for me running a marathon this June. So there is a possibility I won’t be running the Manitoba Marathon this year. Which is a pity because it would be one of the last chances I have since my parents are planning on leaving there this year.
It’s a nice flat course.

I just got back from improv class. It normally isn’t held today, but it was moved because this Monday some event is happening that is affecting high schools. Since that covers most of the class, they moved it. It was a great class! The main part was that we did a scene and then had some other improvisers comment on it and analyze it. Figure out what went wrong and what went right. Then, and here is the good part, we did the scene over again with some changes to make it better.
This is something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. In classes, I constantly do scenes and then afterwards learn what I did wrong. I feel bad and wish I could do it over again. But that’s the nature of improv. It’s ephemeral. If it sucks, oh well, it’s over, don’t dwell on it. So I was in some really good scenes. I think I got a lot better as an improviser.
After the class, on impulse, I grabbed a bite to eat at the Sugarbowl. I had the best meal I’ve had in a long time. It was a beautifully cooked fish on a bed of scalloped potatoes. Delicious!

I got up early today and went on a run with the Sunday run groups. The dumb part was that I went with the normal group, which was doing 23km. After about 15 minutes with the 3:30 pace group I realized I wouldn’t be able to keep up, and fell back to the 3:45 group. It was better, but I spent the entire run breathing heavy. I think (as a non-medical person) what is happening is that I have muscles desperately trying to keep my shoulder blade in place and so they are always tight. This prevents me from breathing in fully, so I’m running out of oxygen.
As it was, I abandoned myself about 7km away from home. I stopped running and walked (mostly) the rest of the way back.
My shoulder is feeling good though. As long as I don’t know anything intensive that requires breathing heavily.

This morning there was a presentation for the entire office. Everything wrong with companies seemed to come to light at it.
The first indication of impending doom was that it was between 9:30 and 12:00 in the morning… for the people on the west coast. Here in Edmonton, it was 10:30 to 1:00. It is so nice to know that the management of the company thinks of the people in Edmonton, and their lunch hour.
Next item of doom was the video. It seems that the remote viewing software wasn’t up to snuff. So while we could see the desktop of the person giving the presentation, it was too large, so it appeared on the local computer in a scrolling window. So we could only see 2/3 of the PowerPoint slide show at a time. This wouldn’t have been so bad if it was a normal slide show. You know, the kind with lots of white space, seven lines of seven words each. No, our presenter decided that modern PowerPoint slide shows should have as much information crammed into each slide as possible. So we got to see the show with someone constantly scrolling around the window so we could see everything going on.
The biggest problem was that the presenter was in love with business-speak. The kind of language where you can recognize the words as English, but man was never meant to put them together like that. The entire thing was dull, dull, DULL! No one else could concentrate on it enough to figure out what was going on. A co-worker said he did his best to stay awake, but he couldn’t do it without making snide comments.
That’s the biggest benefit of being a satellite office. We can make comments that will never get back to the dark overlords at the home base.
Eventually I had enough and just left. I got some productive work done.
An email was sent out in the afternoon telling people how they should be acting at meetings. Listen, don’t leave, don’t play with electronics, show respect for the presenter. I’m sure parts were directed at me. However, part was directed at the president of our local office. He spent the entire presentation typing on his laptop. And he didn’t need to take notes because he had a copy of the slide show.
I heard later that some marketing people are doing all their work within PowerPoint. Storing all the information that is relevant to the entire project. This allows them to give a presentation at the drop of a hat. But it also means viewers are looking at a dump of information, much of which isn’t relevant.

In the lunch room today, Jenny asked me what I was having for dinner tonight. She wanted to know what a bachelor usually eats. Perfect timing for me. I’m having Weiner Schnitzel. Except instead of using veal, I was using pork tenderloin. A butter sauce will be added using capers, parsley, and lemon.
I’m feeling good about myself since. An obvious bait, expecting an answer of “leftover pizza”, deflected by nice gourmet food.

And yes, I actually did have it. Mind you, it was leftovers, but I still made it myself.

Today I went running again. Just to be safe I took an Ibuprofin before heading out. I believe they are the same thing as Advil, which I’m immune to, but the pure stuff seems to still dull the pain.
Anyway, the run today went well. The five minute group seemed to be going slower than usual, which was good. I got a bit further this time before I had to take a quick walk for the pain, but after that, I was doing great. I concentrated on breathing through my chest, and although there was still pain, it was controllable. Now my shoulder is feeling better than it has in a long time. I don’t think I’m up for a very long run on Sunday, but I’m still going to go running.

I seem to have a plan on how to deal with the sleepless nights this busted shoulder is causing. It seems to involve staying up later than usual so that I’m too tired to wake up in the middle of the night.
The problem with this plan is that it is making me cranky. The cure is worse than the disease?

Yesterday, as I was watching more TV than I should, there was a Mars bar commercial on that had a song that I liked. There was only one line of the lyrics that I heard “How does it feel”. So I popped onto my computer and googled that, with the keyword “Lyrics”. There too many songs with that title. And that title did not match the song when I tried it in iTunes.
Then I did a google search on “Mars commercial” with that line. Score! Someone complaining about how inappropriate that song is in a commercial. The name of the song: “Blue Monday”. Now all I need to do is find out who made it. A google search with the line and the title turned up “Orgy”
Woo hoo! It’s in iTunes. The thirty seconds I hear sounds about right. A little off, but close enough. A purchase later and I have the song. It’s good, but quite a bit more “Rock” than I expected.
It was about five minutes later that I found that many other people have done that song. The originator (as near as I can tell) was “New Order”. A band I’ve liked in the past. The version on iTunes even sounds better.
Now I’m in the conundrum over whether to purchase the New Order version. It feels dumb to buy the same song twice. But what I’ve got to realize is that I’m getting a lot more bang for my buck with iTunes than I ever had with CD purchases. I’ll probably get it eventually.

I found a site that stores a lot of flash movies. I’ve noticed there are two main varieties of flash movies. Those that someone has spent time crafting and give a good viewing. Then there are the others where it looks like someone trying to learn flash and put his homework up for the world to see.
The second stupidity yesterday was that it took me about five minutes to figure out that the badger badger badger song has no ending and will not change no matter how long it is watched.

An interesting weekend.
Saturday was spent in two states. In one state there was condo board work. We’re trying to get the back alley paved, but to do that, we need a petition signed with a certain percentage of people by April 15th. We’ve sort of dropped the ball on this so we’re scrambling to get enough signatures. So I’ve been, every so often, phoning the people I’ve been assigned to try and make an appointment to get the signatures.
On the other state, I’ve been leaving to go get stuff I’ve been wanting to get done. I went shopping and bought some new clothes and got some household items I’ve been needing. Clothes shopping is very entertaining if you admit you have no idea what looks good, and then let the cute girls make you try clothing. I like being the center of attention
Then there was Saturday evening.
I got invited out by a girl to go to a fetish store opening.
Things you wouldn’t expect to happen in your life, and then they do. Now of course I might be exaggerating a bit. I was invited by a runner friend, Monica, to get together. We haven’t seen each other in awhile so it was a chance to catch up. She lives in a small apartment building filled with gay men. They all seem very close. One of them was a past “Mr. Edmonton Leather” so he had to make an appearance at the grand re-opening of “B&D Emporium”, the fetish store in question. (I’ve been there before to try and get the demon wings I wanted for halloween. Never did though.) Everyone else in the building was going, so Monica was too. She really didn’t want to, as she was tired, and just wanted to relax. I have the philosophy though that if I’m invited out, I have to go. So I wasn’t the most supportive of letting her relax.
Anyway, it was a nice party there. Food and drinks. Even got introduced to whippings. All in all, a full evening.
Today I did an exercycle for an hour and a half (boring!), wandered a bit on Whyte, then watched a lot of television. No it wasn’t productive, but it was the weekend.