Moving Slowly

It’s been a sort of slow month. Wish I could say otherwise, but that would be to much to dream for.

Some of the highlights have been a friend’s birthday, and my cousin Debbie and her husband Matt’s Anniversary as well as my sister Laura and her husband John’s first Anniversary.

TV seems to be my sole escape from the trivialities I like to call life, along with the Toronto Public  Library http://www.torontopubliclibrary.ca thank Gawd!! The new TV season fortunately seems to be a good one, introducing such new shows as Threshold, Surface, Invasion, 5 days to Midnight, Reunion, and a slew of others, as well as bringing back some fan favourites.

My love life is still non-existent. Big surprise. Tom, the guy I mentioned in a previous entry, seems to have wound up being a closet-cunt, only able to deal with relationships/friendships that are only thru the various messenger services, etc… and the moment they start moving too close to reality, he backs off. All the while acting the innocent and essentially dumping any responsibility onto the hands of whatever person is dumn enough to fall for his charms (me in this case.). Guess I clued in finally after the umpteenth death in the family. He’s beginning to run out. Hope he doesn’t wind up being an imaginary orphan.

Moving on… Justin has finally moved out of his parents place into a lovely little space on Wellesley/Bay. He’s renting the sun room from someone, but is happy with his decision. Apparently he’s been making the most out of the new locale, by sleeping with someone new everyday almost. Lucky whore!

Brian has gone and finally got himself a job working at Dominion. Kudos for him. It will be a big help to his ego.

I have started finally some volunteer work down in my building’s library. I do this twice a week for a couple of hours on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

I’m participating in a research project for a Dr. Maurice Poon, on Violence in Gay Relationships. Hopefully this will allow the man to get his doctorate, as well as providing valuable new insights for the future. Anyone who wishes to contribute their experience to this project can email him at  utoronto.research@gmail.com.

I’m looking forward to the movie Serenity (www.serenitymovie.com) which will hopefully wrap up some of the outstanding story lines left over from Josh Whedon’s Firefly series, and perhaps garner enough new interest to bring it back to television.

Sunday Night Television

You have to give props to some of the producers of this Fall seasons TV line-up.

Last year was kind of disappointing, and although I’m certain that many of the new shows I have fallen in love with are now being slated for cancellation, having now been given my official Christopher King “Kiss of Death” I just want to mention some of them now.

The one I think my mom would relate to best, and perhaps my dad as well, would be Eureka, broadcast by Space and the Sci-Fi Channel down in the States. It’s low key, and does not overwhelm viewers with a plethora of inventions and gizmos and tech talk which would make them feel dumb. This is in fact, the very premise the show was based on.

Watching sheriff Jack Carter, played by Colin Ferguson (born in Montreal, 1972 no less) have to pander to his emotionally upset intelligent home, because he failed to advise “her” that he would be late for dinner, reminded me of some of the funnier moments on Knight Rider back in the 80’s. Normality confronted with the beyond usually can provoke some extremely funny moment.

So far, the only other show that leaps to the fore would be Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip.

I was kind of upset when I learned that Aaron Sorkin [et al.] were not going to continue with the Jimmy Smits era in the West Wing. However, I guess he just wanted to let the series end on a high note.

His new series, cast in an alternate universe where NBC is called NBS has the same edge, believable characters and social commentary that gives you something to talk about around the water cooler (though maybe not with the same intensity derived from Showcase). Sorkin has also brought Matthew Perry and cast him as a character very similar to Chandler from Friends.

The show, which takes place behind the scenes of a sketch comedy studio is so good, at least so far, that it would have even been a dream to see the exec/producers follow the show at the end with a separate live comedy sketch show that Studio 60 segues into.

Anyhow, Heroes is premiering tomorrow. Monday nights are terrible for sci-fi shows in the mainstream networks, and having this newbie compete with the drama of Monday Night Football is kind of unfair.

Hopefully, viewers will give it a chance, but like Surface from 2005, I don’t see it happening.

In Search of DVD’s

This morning started off with a nice beginning.
Drew went online to check his TD savings account. to discover that he finally got his Volunteer Start-up bonus from Toronto Works, something he has waiting for over a month. So have I, admittedly, since it eases the financial budgeting up a bit.
Drew’s been putting in SO much work into the computer network being set up in our community library. He’s also got a personal project going on down there that has to do with mapping out a user friendly interactive TTC map. Feels similar to using Mapquest for directions, except with buses, trolleys, subways and the RT.
It’s coming along very nicely, and it’s something I feel he should perhaps submit, even though it’s only partially completed, to the Google Corporate office here in Toronto, since they have been contracted by the transit commission to do exactly that.
Anyhow, we’ve just come back from doing a major grocery hit, as well as grabbing some DVD’s that I needed to replace for a friend of mine, Elaina, that I had sold to a dealer when I went on yet another one of my many binges (YES, I know. STUPID!!). Anyhow, I needed to purchase them, and this weekends surprise game the chance to do so.
I will return her copies of I, Robot and Serenity right after I store them on my computer, and will get my copies of Spider-Man 2 and War of the Worlds back finally. Both parties should be happy, and it will be one less worry off my back.

Performancing

Hey!!
There’s a new service/add-on being offered by Mozilla Firefox called Performancing that I think ANYONE who uses Windows Live Spaces, or just about any other blog service should consider if you’re always tripping over stuff that makes you want to rant or wax philosophically about nonsense that nobody else cares about.
This add-on editor lets you open a panel at the bottom of the window you’re currently working in, post whatever it is you want to say, drag and drop formatted text, or just take notes you can post as a draft for later.
Check it out if you have the urge.
Also, Jed Brown, the file writer, is EXTREMELY helpful, when it comes to resolving problems that frankly, could have been resolved had you read the handbook that comes with the add-on at the start.

Golf in Ireland

An American golfer playing in Ireland hooked his drive into the woods.

Looking for his ball, he found a little Leprechaun flat on his back, a big bump on his head and the golfer’s ball beside him.

Horrified, the golfer got his water bottle from the cart and poured it over the little guy, reviving him.

“Arrgh! What happened?” the Leprechaun asked.

“I’m afraid I hit you with my golf ball,” the golfer says.
“Oh, I see. Well, ye got me fair and square. Ye get three wishes, so whaddya want?”

“Thank God, you’re all right!” the golfer answers in relief. “I don’t want anything, I’m just glad you’re OK, and I apologize.”
And the golfer walks off.

“What a nice guy,” the Leprechaun says to himself.
I have to do something for him. I’ll give him the three things I would want… a great golf game, all the money he ever needs, and a fantastic sex life.”
A year goes by (as it does in stories like this) and the American golfer is back. On the same hole, he again hits a bad drive into the woods and the Leprechaun is there waiting for him.

“Twas me that made ye hit the ball here,” the little guy says. “I just want to ask ye, how’s yer golf game?”
“My game is fantastic!” the golfer answers. I’m an internationally famous golfer now.” He adds, “By the way, it’s good to see you’re all right.”
“Oh, I’m fine now, thankye. I did that fer yer golf game, you know. And tell me, how’s yer money situation?”

“Why, it’s just wonderful!” the golfer states. “When I need cash, I just reach in my pocket and pull out $100.00 bills I didn’t even know were there!”

“I did that fer ye also.”

And tell me, how’s yer sex life?”

The golfer blushes, turns his head away in embarrassment, and says shyly, “It’s OK.”

“C’mon, c’mon now,” urged the Leprechaun, “I’m wanting to know if I did a good job. How many times a week?”
Blushing even more, the golfer looks around then whispers, “Once, sometimes twice a week.”
“What??” responds the Leprechaun in shock. “That’s all? Only once or twice a week?”
“Well,” says the golfer, “I figure that’s not bad for a Catholic priest in a small town!”