My ex-roomie just called an hour ago and asked if I was busy today, which I'm not. (No, really?) So she told me that they wanted extras today, and told me to call a number. Gosh-darn that girl. I called the number and pretty much sounded like a moron because she didn't tell me what else I'm supposed to say. Fortunately, Robert from C501 was very kind and friendly, as usual, and he actually remembered me, which was really nice. He basically told me to go to the old port at 2:30 pm, but I won't get lost since there'll be a crapload of people going for the same reason anyway.
So here I go again. Apparently, this movie's called "Taking Lives" or something, and I dunno anything else about this movie. I'll be summery in a striped shirt and stuff. Yeah. If you're reading this and want to see me, I'm in a red striped shirt. And I'm real tubby. Yeah.
Friday, May 30, 2003
I don't know what is sadder. Me, sitting here blogging at 1 am from lack of a job to hunt for this summer, or Jorgh, who is sitting next to me reading AD&D forums and responding to sad, sad, posts about how a bunch of loser weirdos can't accept documented scientific facts about how the brain actually uses more than the 10% that "common wisdom" tends to dictate.
Actually, Jorgh has a stats masters to write, hence something to do... So I'm the sadder one.
I content myself in the definite trend of the "baby-boomer" teachers retiring now, and that I am a science teacher-in-training, hence I won't have a difficult time looking for a job after I hopefully graduate by December 2003. Ahh, the joy of finishing... But then $20K of student loans doesn't really comfort me much.
I was productive today. I made sushi maki, chocolate chip cookies, and started my review of the foundations of physics to ground myself before I attempt a modern physics class in french at Université de Montréal in the fall. That reminds me, I must register for that one.
And I found out that Montreal actually has an annual sci-fi/fantasy convention. Man, you'd think they would advertise more in such a large city of Klingon cosplayers, but what I heard is that last year there was an attendance of 340 regulars, plus some "friends of...". It seemed at first like a small enough event to ignore, but then I looked at the guest list...
DAVE DUNCAN
of A Man of His Word and A Handful of Men series fame is going to be an author guest of honour! *gasp!*Okay, no one understands how incredibly hard it is to find his old series ("old" in that it was published in '90-91, and then no longer published in print) anywhere in Canada, where it is not 40 odd bucks for a hardcover copy that you can only get through the internet. I do not have a credit card, nor am I interested in getting one anytime soon (sorry, spammers), due to not having an actual non-loans income. Hence, the only option I have is to rummage the second-hand bookstores in Montreal, and that is a bit of several weeks of rummaging I don't think would be particularly rewarding for me, simply because I am not interested in getting any other fantasy series.
I got the first one of A Man of His Word, Magic Casements, from my church's rummage sale in 1994, where they were selling these books for 25 cents a piece. It was probably well that my mum bought it, because I certainly would not have bothered even going through these books. I'm not much of a reader, you see. I'm more of a creater. Of crap, yes, but still a creator.
Then I read it. And I wanted MORE. Well, mostly because it was the first book of a four-part series, and the author left it at a cliffhanger, of course.
Then I tried to find others, but there were none where I was at (Quebec City). Sometime between 95 and 96, I managed to procure the second book, Perilous Seas, from the really big book store ("The Biggest Book Store In The World"(???)) in downtown Toronto. I read that, and then I forgot about looking for the last two.
And then in university, around a few years ago, I tried to look for the books again, but to no avail. Jorgh was told it was no longer in publication nor in supply. Nope.
Mr Duncan has his books in e-book format, but I do not trust the internet with any sort of money transfers at all. I would rather walk thirty miles to the store that I would buy my computer box, carry it all the way home, and make another trip to get the huge monitor box with monitor inside, carry it all the way home, and then sleep off the exhaustion for a few years, before I get a credit card to order it online and have the company make the delivery to my appartment. All this to say that I don't trust the internet at all. Sure, muggers on the street moreso, perhaps, but at least I'm getting robbed in person, and not by some faceless moron.
I hope now I might have the opportunity to tell Mr Duncan that I wish I could find the rest of his books so I can find out how it ends... *weep* I've been waiting 10 years to find out... *sob*
Then again, I'll live.
After browsing so many (incomplete) sites about anime in Montreal and Quebec, in general, I think I wanted to make a site about anime resources etc. in Montreal. All I found so far was a couple of links to various things
Monday, May 26, 2003
Monday, 19 May 2003
Toronto - trip to Scarborough
How ironic that the WHO had lifted the health warning on Toronto the day before I left Montreal. It seems a bit odd that they would play such favourites for the tourist industry of Toronto, just for their "Canada Loves Toronto" long weekend. If anything, it just brought more people into the megacity to inflict its crap-laden expensive wares on us to help its dismal tourism rates.
Not to say that everything was expensive, mind you. I was talking about the convention. Chinatown was dirt cheap for awesome meals and things, but AN was not a place you could safely spend your student-derriere's budgets without resorting to eating couch lint as a nightly meal. *shiver*
Anyway, there seemed to be no end of people going to Scarborough to shop and eat. The mall close to my mum's godmother's place was closed, yet so many people were lined up at the chinese restaurant. My cousins and aunt brought me there to have dim sum, but so many others thought they would do the same. We resorted to eating sundaes at McDonald's first, and then walked back into the restaurant when they coincidentally called out our number.
After a hearty, greasy, fun-filled dim sum lunch, we then headed to Market Village to hopefully pick up some anime-themed wares. Unfortunately, after three hours of browsing, I found nothing of the sort. There was plenty of Pucca, Mashimaro, Hello Kitty, Snoopy, and other mainstream asian cartoon figures, but very little of any other sort. There was a few My Neighbour Totoro dolls, but the prices ranged from the 30s to 50s figures. I didn't think that such items were to be so painful for the wallet.
At the end, we left with pretty much empty hands except for a few chinese things, and my aunt got me a huge 1 kg bag of gummies. Big pu came by last Friday and ate all the mango ones, which is fine with me since mango isn't my most favourite flavour. I think of all the fruit flavours, that would have to come in last.
At last, we returned home to enjoy a last supper together.
Let me explain the family tree and how my "cousins" are actually related to me. Apparently, my mum had a brother who got married, and this woman I call "cou mo." My cou mo (or aunt-in-law) then had a few kids, which my "aunt" is one of, and this woman I call "bieu tse." My bieu tse (or cousin) then had my "cousins, E. and R., who therefore are my second cousins, but they call me "aunt" sometimes. Fun confusions. :) I have a similar confusion on my father's side of the family.
Well, this probably concludes my trip to Toronto. I left the next morning at about 7 am on the train again, and less eventful things happened on this ride. We also experienced a long delay, due to another phantom exploding freight train or something, and I sat next to a mexican guy who was taking a trip up and down the continent to see who knows what. I slept for most of the ride anyway.
Oh yeah. I tried to take a picture of my cousins' place, but the camera decided to not listen to me and I wanted to call them later to tell them so. Of course, no one was home again. Grr.
I did take one picture on the train of the "distillery art district," where they filmed many things, like the Jewish ghetto scene in X-Men, the first movie.
Thursday, May 22, 2003
Sunday 18 May 2003
Anime North 2003 - Day 3
Before I go on, I just read on the stupid forum that there were volunteers who didn't accept the ebay.ca t-shirts and could opt for an AN t-shirt later on. I am so piss-mad that I'm not even going to start with a response.
I thought that Sunday would be more relaxing because I finished my hours and I thought I could just get stuff from people like the artists' alley, and take another look at the dealers' room, just in case they decided to make better deals on the last day.
I was stuffed once again by four hashbrowns and some more chinese dumpling things, which were still good, and headed off to the land of Anime. I mean the Regal Constellation. Hotel. Thing.
I reclaimed my camera and went about taking more useless pictures of no one in particular. If I ever get my roll developed, I will show you, dear readers, what I am talking about. I even took a picture of myself sitting despondently, waiting for the security guy to come back to tell me he didn't find my poster in the security room. ;_;
Anyway, I did go back to the place I bought the poster and told the girl I lost hers in the hotel. She was so nice that she told me she would give me a discount on Sunday for another poster. In fact, on Sunday, I paid 8 dollars for another print of the poster. I was so happy. :)
Anyway, I didn't find anything remotely interesting in the dealers' room that was affordable. I even picked up an Inu Yasha sticker page to ask how much it costed, and the salesperson said "$10."
"Oooookay, forget it." I dropped it indignantly and ran off to find other things equally as disturbing in the room.
The DVDs cost 50$. The plushies cost $50+. The books were even at $50+. Heck, even the usual $10 monthly manga books were at $15, for some insane reason. And this was on Sunday, the last day of the convention. I think there seriously needs to be a swift kick in the butt for some of these greedy morons. Sure, maybe con space was expensive, but Jorgh and I thought of the cost of a DVD and getting it to a dealers' room like at AN, and we figured out that about $30 of that $50 DVD was profit.
Sorry, not my money. Not in Toronto anyway.
Eventually, I gave up finding merchandise because everything was so expensive ("No, really???"). My cousin had told me that it would be better off looking for anime stuff in chinatown, so I thought I would leave it to when he would bring me to a chinatown on Monday.
I frantically tried to find Webrunner, but to no avail. I mean, there were about 2000 people at the convention at a time. I thought the best bet would be to try to see if he would appear at the Online Comics panel at 3 pm on Sunday.
And of course, I was completely wrong. But there were webcomic panelists there, none of which I have ever heard of. One guy seemed rather "get down to business" type, while the other two guys were very open and friendly to all sorts of things. The only problem I had at that panel was the annoying guy who kept talking about who knows what (stuff like propriety, legal issues, other comics that he found crappy, etc.) while other people were trying to ask other questions. So damn annoying. Grr.
I wanted to ask in general if anyone had seen Webrunner, but I felt that no one would dignify that with a response, in the meanwhile this one guy kept taking saying stupid things. I was so mad after the panel that I left right afterwards.
Down With Love, the Movie
After I got home at 5 pm, surprising my aunt because they thought I would arrive at 10 pm like I did the previous nights, we had a supper of BBQ duck, roast pork, and BBQ pork (yum yum yum :):):) ).
We went to the movie theater somewhere in Scarborough, to see the new movie Down With Love with Renée Zellweger, Ewan McGregor, and David Hyde Pierce. It was pretty funny, in a quirky way. I think Ewan McGregor looks really old in this film for some reason, but maybe it's just because the big screen closeups don't work so well for him.
I love the part where they finally reveal the crazy schemes of the movie. I didn't like the fact that it kept plowing on like it needed to fill up another hour after that point. Maybe it was too short...
I was so tired afterwards that I fell asleep, albeit suffering terribly from my allergy-cold. Blah.
Saturday 17 May 2003
Anime North 2003 - Day 2
So everything was dandy by the next morning, and after being stuffed by various things like four hashbrowns and a couple of chinese dumplings of sorts for breakfast, I packed my bag with a nice lunch that my aunt wanted to fix up for me. Unfortunately, my cousin had pierced a coke can and it wouldn't open up properly the previous night, and left it in the fridge. Unfortunately for me, because that coke can ended up in my bag and then five minutes later the contents spilled all over the place.
I was looking forward to meeting webrunner and getting his autograph for Jordi, but now coke spread all over the sketchbook I had intended to get him to sign. :_: But the bag was relatively saved from much ruining, so I headed off once again for the hour and a half travel to Etobicoke. I mean Toronto. I mean the airport area.
At Lawrence West station, while waiting for the bus, I looked outside through the glass to where the highway runs underneath, and watched as the pigeons played about in their cementy home-ledges. As I was watching, one just happened to land and then projectile-pooped onto the highway. I have never seen such disgustingness from pigeons. If I had not already been predisposed to kicking their fat bloated disease-ridden bodies aside as they stare blankly off to the horizon, I would have definitely been converted as a pigeon-kicker at this image of self-relization.
I arrived at the Regal, once again by the aid of many people flowing out of the bus at this station, and I rushed in to see already hundreds of crazy congoers in full costume, lounging about the hotel lobby. I mean, if you want to take a look at some of these crazies, you can check out the AN website's forums. I made my way up the stairs to the gopher hole, as it was now called, and was told to go to the art room, the registration (again *shiver*) or to the dealer's room, since no one was about that morning who needed volunteers at the moment.
So I arrived at the art room, where I had no idea what the deal was with this room. I mean, there's the artists' gallery, the dealers' room, the various salons and boardrooms for displays and panels and movies... but what's this room?
"It's a place where artists display their work destined for the charity auction, and some work just for display." And boy, was there a bunch of crazy weird stuff, and some stuff for sale was so bad I think I would have tossed it into the recycle bin if I had done these things.
Apparently, the charity auction would only auction the items which had at least four bids upon them. Otherwise, they would sell the item to the highest bidder, while the unclaimed items would be sold at suggested price. I think even at the time of the auction, there were two items which were auctioned. There was a bunch of crazy wooden painted dolls which were priced at 12 bucks apiece, which only something like four out of fifty had bids upon them.
I spent a sad, sad, sad hour in this room. *BAD MEAN SPIRITED JOKE WARNING!* I don't even know how some of these items could even make the creators' mothers happy. *END MEAN SPIRITED JOKE WARNING!* I was busy checking in bags, until I couldn't move around on my designated spot next to the door anymore. Then we were advised to only check in cameras, which they should have said way way long time before, jerks. Then I got tired of this crap and I set off to explore the con for a little while.
Anyway, I checked out the artists' alley merchandise, figuring that the things being sold here would at least be better worth its money than the crap in the dealers' room. I came across many excellent artists, and many ... shall we say, artists with inflated egos.
But there was one poster, which I was so entirely captivated by, that I decided to purchase for Jorghnassen. It was drawn by this really sweet Korean girl, who had many prints of the same poster. I paid "$12.99" for this, but it was worth every penny.
Then I made the mistake of picking up a stupid free stinky poster of some obscure anime I had no clue about, which I thought would go nice on my kitchen floor to track up grease from cooking. (This is what my mum does.) The reason it was a mistake will be shown soon.
I then made my way to the registration area ... again... to volunteer for another hour. This time, instead of only myself and a security guy herding hundreds of irate pre-registration people, I had more support and backup. There was an insane number of people who weren't preregistered, so they were busy passing little groups of five or so to the tables, while others were still frantically filling out little slips of papers. After another hour and some more, I was sick of the place again, and I went to the gopher hole to have lunch.
After eating, I volunteered for two hours of sitting in one video salon. It was showing Fushigi Yuugi or something spelled like that, and there were tons of people, all laughing and cheering and doing things that most people would kill them for in a normal movie theater. At least in civilised society. Heh. This is why we volunteers were needed for each room, to kick out those who were just being plain pain in the asses. I wish I had a flashlight at that time, then I would definitely have had lots of fun abusing my self-delusional sense of power. BTW, I don't think I had any idea what the crap I was doing in that room anyway as a volunteer. I think there should have been a better indication as to what the volunteers' duties should be in all places.
At the two hour babysitting of Fushigi Yuugi, I remember very clearly that I did have my precious 12.99 poster. But it was rolled up in the cheap-assed poster. Then I moved on to the next two hour video room volunteering slot, where they showed Speed Racer. I don't remember if I had that poster at the time. *FORESHADOWING!!!*
Speed Racer was so bad it was funny. The crazy explosions should have very well killed thousands of spectators, innocent bystanders, and the drivers of cars within a whole city block, but for some reason everyone thinks that driving like maniacs on the street is completely acceptable, and also something to be happy about. I guess that explains all these crappy drivers in Montreal and Quebec. Maybe they should make a new Speed Racer, except call it Speed Racer ULTRA XTREME FASTNESS. WITH SUPERSONIC ACTION. IN CITY STREETS. TO MOW OVER PEDESTRIANS. (It sounded funnier when I was reading this out to myself.)
So after Speed Racer, I was planning to go visit the main rooms and chill out with some congoers. Then I was down by the lobby when I realized my poster was missing... :(
I ran around the hotel for an hour, everywhere, looking for any possible places it could be. I checked with the rooms, the gopher hole, the con office, everywhere... :( Then I had to face it, my precious poster for my precious Jorghnassen was probably taken by some inconsiderate bastard who picked something off the floor and not bother thinking, "Wait a sec, this might belong to someone who is NOT myself and may miss this terrific looking poster very much... Or in fact, may even belong to one of the guests at the con, or maybe even someone out of town who thought that the first con experience she has is a good one, unless someone steals this poster and not even bother thinking this. Well, I should return this roll of paper to a lost and found at the con."
I spent a good half hour agonizing, all the way back to the art room, where I finally decided to finish my volunteer hours, for another hour or so. Distraught, I talked to some of the other volunteers in this room. It turned out, by 6 pm anyway, that no one was visiting this room, and it was full of volunteers who were redirected here out of nowhere else to be assigned by the gopher hole. (I heard on the message board later on that there was a "severe shortage" of volunteers at certain events that day. I wonder why???)
In fact, there were about fifteen volunteers sitting around in this room, and I was pretty sure no one from the con would even bother to infringe on the "no photography" rule, so I kept my guard down and wandered around the dinky room staring at the terrible (and not-so-terrible) art once again. I ended up checking in my own camera, out of nothing else to do, and then I forgot about it until the next day. Smart me.
I met a fellow volunteer named Adrian, and he was finishing up his hours at the same time as myself. We went back to the gopher hole to get our rewards.
Sadly enough, the T-shirts were NOT Anime North 2003 shirts, but crappy promotional free-anyway-from-ebay ebay.ca t-shirts. I was very upset. It was either this one shirt, or this orange shirt that I wasn't going to take because it was too damn big (which Adrian took).
Then I went home. Boy was I disappointed that day. At least I got a bit of loot, and my money back for this terrible, terrible day.
Then I tried to go to sleep, and I suddenly suffered terrible allergy problems in that basement, or I was sick with a cold. I can't tell the difference at that point. I think I won't go back to AN unless there's something in it for me more than a stupid ebay.ca shirt. Piece of crap.
Tuesday, May 20, 2003
Friday 16 May 2003
ANIME NORTH 2003 - Day 1
The crappiest thing about the subway in Toronto is that it costs so damn much! My cousins advised me to buy the set of tokens so that I don't have to worry about having tickets that will eventually be outdated. The stuff costs $19/20 - almost 2 dollars each token! If that doesn't suck, then how about a hundred bucks a month for a monthly pass as a student? Ah well, Montreal will still be the better student town. ^^
The nicest thing is that the subway trains come by every three to five minutes, but three on weekdays, so that's more frequent than the metro in Montreal.
Another crappy thing is that the stations are older and uglier than Montreal's stations.
On the other hand, the trains have a nice antique feel to them. And they actually go above ground level due to the vally-ness of Toronto (et environs)'s landscape. But then you see a bunch of dirty cars and highways as scenery so that's not too nice.
Anyway, enough about the metros-I mean subways. The stinking hotel was in the middle of nowhere. I had to take a bus from a distant station, for about 40 minutes towards the airport. I even asked the busdriver at the moment I got on the bus, "'Scuse me sir? Could you tell me when we get to the Regal Constellation Hotel?" He nods, supposedly in affirmation.
If it weren't for people on the bus already going to the con at 3 pm, I would never have found the hotel. A bunch of people get off at one point, and my suspicions are further raised when he doesn't say anything or do anything for a while.
Me: Um, sir, is this it?
Bus driver: Is this what?
Me: The hotel?
Bus driver: Which hotel?
Me: The Regal...?
Bus driver: (annoyed) Of course!
Me: Thank you, sir. (grumble grumble)
Anyway, at about 3:15 p.m., I was in the hotel lobby, completely confused. Where the crap am I supposed to go? There are no signs to say where registration is... maybe it's at the hotel reception...
I waited in that extensively long line until someone in the front of the line was being yelled at by his or her friend saying that this line was only for registration to the hotel, and the actual registration was down the stairs. Then I followed them down, until I was confronted by a mob of congoers. Boy, I can't even begin to describe the awkward feelings I was experiencing seeing so many nerds and geeks dressed like it's Hallowe'en all in one place...
As soon as I registered, I went up to the volunteer/staff office where they would assign me a task for several hours. "They need people in registration to direct the lines," they said. And so I went back down.
Four hours later, redirecting and shouting through hundreds of people got the best and worst of me. I did meet another volunteer person who ended up getting a better seat than I did, standing around and waving my arms. So I left that duty and went to the dealer's room to look at wares I would possibly buy at a later time.
The "deals" at the dealers' room were so sucky I couldn't imagine myself buying anything there! I only brought enough money to last me the weekend at the stupid extended tables of costly crap, and I would only have considered spending if there had been anything better than a fifty dollar Totoro doll the size of a head of cabbage.
Anyway, after an hour of agonizing over the stupid wares, I decided to leave for the night. I can't believe how many people there were at the time I left. There was simply way too much for me to do, and besides, the phone ate my last quarter as I was trying to call my cousins for the nth time.
Once I got back (at 10 pm), I was too pooped to do anything but munch on a small amount of supper, and then I went to bed. It was still freezing in that basement that night, but I slept soundly. Zzzz.
Thursday 15 May 2003
The Train Ride - Montreal to Toronto
ViaRail might be more expensive than taking the bus, but for a few bucks more than a bus ticket, you can get snacks and have a smooth trip that takes less time. And you don't have to suffer tiny stiff less reclinable seats. I think I'm in love with the train.
There's less indication that you're in another province when you cross the border. The only possible way I could figure out we were no longer in Quebec is when we passed (road) signs with English on them. (Funny, since the way I figured out we left Ontario on the way back was when I spotted a church. Then another. Then a few hundred others.)
We had a really nice guy as our server, who had the misfortune to come across this weird difficult passenger within the first half hour of the trip. I have no idea what the heck his problem was, but this passenger was either drunk or really confused.
Server: [in the middle of his serving run] Is there something I can do for you?
Weirdo: I was wondering if you could turn off the lights? When can you turn them off?
S: I'll be able to deal with that after I finish here.
W: See, because I can't sleep with the lights on.
S: Alright sir. I will get back to you.
W: With the lights on, I just read. With the lights off, I go to sleep. I don't want to sleep anymore, I want to read.
[I got really confused here. What the heck did he want?]
S: So what are you saying, sir?
W: I want to go to sleep.
S: [really puzzled look] You want me to turn off the lights?
W: Can we put this to a vote for the whole train? All those who want the lights on? [right hand raised] All those who want them off? [left hand raised]
[At this point, I tuned off the argument since it was getting too inane and I was tired of this guy's weird rambling.]
W: [finally] I give up. [runs back to his seat in another car]
Besides the weird passenger who didn't know whether he was sleepy tired or tired of reading, I had an excellent trip. For some reason, the train is constantly held up or slowed down by freight trains in the morning. We had a dozen slowdowns because of "freight trains in the front of us" and then suddenly they disappear or blow up or something and the train moves on without a trace of this phantom freight train...
Toronto, the Happenin' City
My cousin was at the train station waiting to pick me up. He promptly asked if I was ready to go to his place of work today to meet his bratty kids (from the afterschool program). I said, why the hell not.
Then he said he needed to make some errands for that time. We picked up:
- hot pink plates, napkins, cups, dishes and tablecloth
- six boxes of strawberries
- two bulk bags of cookies from the cookie factory
- two tubs of PC butterscotch scones
- two containers of PC apple coffe cupcakes
- three bags of PC chocolate two-bite brownie things
- two cucumbers
- a bunch of other cookie and cake things I can't even remember
I found out he was decorating the lounge for a party the next day, for the kids and their parents, along with planning some of the foods. The theme was Alice in Wonderland, the Disney version. Oh, wait, the extended Disney version.
Me: How many kids are there?
Cousin: 16, and with their families.
Me: That's a lot of sugar.
Cousin: Yeah, I'm going to make them all hyper.
Me: How old are they?
Cousin: Between 6 and 12.
Me: ...
Yeah, there's a reason why I don't want to work with younger kids, especially when it comes to sugaring them up...
Anyway, I had a pleasant time at the afterschool center. The kids weren't as rambuncious as they usually were, according to my cousin. There were surprisingly many adults that afternoon. My cousin went on to ramble a lot about how he despised his supervisor for his lacklustre management skills (he's a "mimbo", the man-equivalent to a bimbo), and how he kept flirting with the really rich volunteer girl who owns her own telecommunications company and had way too much time on her hands (so she doesn't donate money, but rather her time).
There was this really cute little asian girl who was so well spoken I swear she's this 60 year old in a 3 year old body. "Can I make a crown mommy?" "You'll have to ask [cousin]." "Can I make a crown, [cousin]?" "You can make one, just ask [Ms C] to help you." "Can I make a crown, [Ms C]?" "Okay, just let me finish this one I'm working on with this girl." "Okay. [runs to mother] Can I make a crown, mommy?"
Amazing kid.
I ended up painting a sketch for about three hours of Alice from Alice in Wonderland that my cousin had drawn on heavy poster board. I hadn't painted anything in years, and I couldn't figure out how to use a brush properly until it was way too late. In the end, I think it was more or less recognizable as Alice and not some yellow blob on blue bigger blob, and my cousin cut it out the next day.
Yeah, that's a night well spent!
The First Night in 5 Years
That night, I went back to the duplex and I had a bunch of memories flood back. I didn't know how much everything had changed, nor how much they had remained the same. For instance, the train running behind the buildings still made tremendous thunderings when it went by, but I hardly heard it anymore. Then again, I live next to the onramp to a major highway so I wouldn't be surprised anymore.
I breathed fine but it was freezing in that basement.
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