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Ah, the hotel life. Not quite the Hiltons or living like a rockstar but not too shabby. We haven't trashed the place yet, but Rosemary has accidentally broken a couple of glasses. Once we run out of glasses I suppose we could move up to one of the TVs. I'll invite Pete Townsend, so long as he doesn't put any of his "research" onto my hard drive...
A shout out to Jordan whose volleyball team is conquering the world (or at least Southern Alberta)!
And now a thought on the Michael Richards rant at the Laugh Factory. I sometimes get a giggly sense of the absurd when a perverse idea of what's funny pops into my head, but it's generally funny only in the context of whatever connection of thoughts is in my head. I generally know that if I say what I think is funny, those not inside my head (everyone outside of my head) will probably not find it funny. Sometimes it pops out of my mouth before I stop it and, well, I have to do a lot of explaining. Let's presume that Richards was telling a heckler, who happened to be black, to shut up. Then lets assume he suddenly thought "I'm a tall white guy telling a black guy to shut up. Is that racist? How absurd!" Then let's say he takes it into the realm of the ridiculous and tries to get everyone to lynch the heckler, because hey, where does all the Political Correctness stop? You follow me? I mean, maybe he was making fun of Mel Gibson?
I guess I want to think that he was trying to be funny. I want to think that the folks who were made uncomfortable by his shouting "nigger" on stage and walked out would have laughed it off if it was Chris Rock. But I don't think Chris Rock would've done it. Jim Carrey might have salvaged it.
But then again, who am I kidding? It was probably just a coke rant and he should apologise and get himself cleaned up.
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12:19 PM
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11.21.2006  |
Sometimes there are folks in your life who go walkabout and take a path you wish you were treading. Pete, should you read this, you're wearing my shoes. A shout out to Jordan and her übersuccessful volleyball team. I remember getting hit in the face by a volleyball once. Lovely sport. Or maybe that was a tetherball? Dodgeball? A lot of balls have hit my face I suppose. But anyway...
Welcome back to cyber space Ian. We have missed you. Nice car.
 It's pouring rain in Vancouver and that must mean that it's time for us to pack up and move! Yes indeedy, our house sitting stint is at an end tomorrow when Judith and James return from their travels. The building in which our apartment on campus is situated is not yet finished, so off we go downtown to live in a hotel. Honestly. The Coast Inn on Comox says our room is booked for a month. I truly hope that that means we're moving in early December, but luckily the property managment company is picking up the tab so I guess we're resigned to moving in whenever the drywall dust settles. Christmas Eve would be nice.
Back to living out of our backpacks! I've been meaning to simplify my life anyways. We are truly thankful to Judith and James for the use of their house, and we hope that we've looked after it well and earned our keep. We'll miss the space and the comfort of their beautful home, raking leaves and doing laundry, but most of all we'll miss Harvey and Zoe demanding dinner or scratches. Or both.
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8:48 AM
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11.06.2006 |
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