Christopher, you’re a Pug!
No bones about it, you’re an intelligent, playful Pug. Witty and charming, you’re a lot of dog wrapped in a small package. People just love you — a wonderful approachability and sense of humour put you at the top of everyone’s list. And because you’re smart and quick-witted, you attract a crowd wherever you go. (Have you ever considered running for office or starting a company? You’ve got the charisma for either.) But that doesn’t mean you can’t be a little naughty or mischievous when opportunity knocks — you’ve definitely got a nose for fun! A happy, optimistic breed, you’re admired and respected by all. Woof!
If comic book characters like the Fantastic Four, the Incredible Hulk, and Spider-Man seem a tad different, their creator, Stan Lee, says that’s the point. ”The thing I had in mind was to make it a story against bigotry of all sorts, because here were people who were certainly different than everybody else, but they were good, they were trying to do the right thing,” Lee told the San Francisco Chronicle in Sunday’s editions.
”But as so often happens in real life, if you have a different religion, a different country, a different sexual orientation, whatever the difference is, people—not all people, but it happens—are going to dislike you, distrust you, fear you.”
Lee, 83, who developed characters for Marvel Comics during the 1960s and now is busy developing projects for film, TV, and the Internet, says his heroes have an enduring appeal. ”People enjoy seeing stories of colourful characters who are in situations they can relate to. People have always been fond of stories that were high-concept, where the stakes were bigger than anything in real life, the characters were bigger and more exciting.” (AP)
Normally, every Friday the 13th during the year, all the members of the Bikers have a clan gathering somewhere in Ontario.
What with all the major bust and media attention received in the past week with O.P.P and other police forces doing a major clean up on illegal activities by the Hells Angels, perhaps prompted by the Banditos massacre earlier this year, I somehow suspect that this gathering will be a bit of a sombre one.
Most bikers I have met in the past are fun, interesting people who actually have real lives beyond the leather and the cloying smell of way too much beer. It’s the few bad apples who wind up giving an otherwise interesting organization which provides an outlet to many sorts of people a bad name. That’s just too bad when you think about it.
Anyhow, back to me. That was just an aside that occurred to me as I was casting about for a title for this entry.
To review this week, there was Thanksgiving of course on Monday. There’s also other holiday celebrated simultaneously down in the States called Columbus Day.
I’m just not quite certain why Christopher Columbus’ landing in the Bahamas in 1492 is an American holiday. If you look at a map, you can see it’s well beyond the 12 mile limit. 75 km in fact, and the Bahamas are their own country. So what gives?
If you go by the definitions of the true blue bloods, the States should be celebrating Mayflower Day instead, or Juan Ponce de Leon day, in fact, just about anyone who actually contributed to European colonization. Not someone who missed their mark entirely. Strike Columbus day from the calendar.
Once again, back to me. There’s just so many interesting things happening all the time and it’s really hard to stay focused on just one.
Thanksgiving was fine. My parents stayed home in Montreal this year, what with Nana still recovering from her surgery earlier that week. Aunt Penny and Uncle Jack drove up from Milford Massachusetts to take off some of the strain of having to keep my nana company daily, even if only for a few hours.
When I called Wednesday though, I was told that Nana had been released to go home to M.A.B. I’m pretty sure she was quite happy to return to her friends and comforts.
Noreen‘s the one who told me that Nana had been released. I called to check in on her, figuring that she must be pretty lonely with everyone focused on Nana, but Noreen’s doing ok. She had a mini-stroke over the weekend. Apparently these have been happening for years, long before my grandfather Eric passed away. Noreen says they’re not too serious, mostly just upset her equilibrium and things seems out of place when she wakes up the day after. I’d be scared, but then again, I’m not 88 either.
I haven’t been down to the Community Library downstairs in the past couple of weeks. I guess it’s because I’m letting Pamela and Mary get to me partly. Drew‘s been down there a few times. Yesterday he went down to ask for some spare hangers, to hang up some of the new clothes he’s picked up recently.
Mary was none too polite in her mutterings about that, and I have been obliged to file a letter of complaint to both Mary and Pamela, as well as cc: to other parties that should be concerned, such as our Health Promotional Officer and our Community Services worker. I’m anxiously awaiting theirs ( i.e.. Pamela’s) response. It should be interesting. What the problem boils down to though is treating all people with the respect they deserve. It’s something that Mary and Pamela have a reputation for throughout the building, that condescending attitude.
Today, being Friday, I was supposed to get together with the students from Seneca College to continue our work organizing the library, except no one showed up.
I’ve just about had it with them. When I was first approached by Linda Gilbert, our CHU Health Promotional Officer, about getting them to help organize the books, I figured this was to be a very short term project. Not only has it taken well beyond the time I thought it would, the estimated costs, etc… The project just seems to be getting well out of hand. I have one idea, and they (Seneca) seem to have a much larger one, and I just can’t see it happening, and it doesn’t seem like they’re interested in listening. The only reality check I can think of is just severing our partnership with them.
Not without a lot more resources, people and perhaps a grant or two. But I’m only one person, plus Drew, and I’m starting to feel the strain of trying to please too many people and not pleasing anyone.
Oh yeah…. I got my Bell Sympatico High Speed internet finally. The Bell guy was very prompt, although I begged him to come an hour later, since I was just getting out of bed when he called (not a morning person).
Now this is a free perk that is provided by RepsLink which is an agency that is part of TCHC, and they are chiefly responsible with supplying all Tenant Representatives with a free computer and internet access for the duration of their term.
It is hoped that we, the Representatives will use it to network and come up with new ideas, as well as providing support for what sometimes is a thankless position.
Guess I’ll leave this entry at that for now. Chat with you sooner or later
Nothing gets your day off to a fine start then rushing to close your windows due to a sudden storm, and stepping on a glass and cutting the bottom of your foot open.
So, while admiring the lightning streaking across the sky, I bandaged my foot up to staunch the blood.
Figuring this was the best indication that I had literally got out on the wrong side of the bed, I chose to rectify this by returning to the covers and seeing how things might change after a few more hours of blissful sleep.
Not quite certain what’s going on, but I was awoken by a Bell Canada worker this morning, all ready to install my Sympatico High Speed internet access. Except, I hadn’t ordered it.
Called my parents to see if this had been something they had planned as a surprise. Spoke to my father, who denied any such dealing and was too busy rushing out the door with Quincy to the vets again to deal with the matter. So, I spoke to the Bell worker and cancelled the order for now, until I found out what’s going on.
For all I know, it could be the free internet connection I get as part of my being a Tenant Representative from RepsLink, a group that provides not only access to the .Net but a free computer should the rep need one. It’s all to keep us connected, so that we can network better.
Anyhow, I’m worried about Quincy. Although my parent have two Boston Terriers, Quincy is the one that Dad loves dearest. Total spaz, and has nearly died on several occasion due to sheer stupidity, but he’s still here and always ready to land a big wet kiss on you when you’re not paying attention to him.
He’s hooked up to an IV right now, and is under close observation at the vets for the night. I really hope everything turns out alright.
Chatted with my Nana, albeit briefly. She’s still at the Jewish General, but sounds really good. I also found out that my cousin Debbie, who I think I mentioned yesterday, gave birth to a baby boy last Tuesday or Wednesday. The details are kind of muddled right now, as there has been a lot going on this past week, so I guess I’ll email my Aunt Penny and Uncle Jack down in Milford, Mass. and find out what I need to know. A name would be a great place to start.
Other than that, not much has been going on. Drew should be back with his new bicycle (a birthday gift from his parents). It’ll be nice seeing him.
It was a good weekend.
Had time to reflect on my actions and will be returning to my weekly rehab sessions starting Thursday.
I don’t think that by posting my slip as “whining“, like some bloggers commented. Still, they are entitled to their opinions, as long as they are aware that in the grand scheme of things, they are meaningless to me. The journaling of my slip was meant more as an acknowledgement that it happened, the repercussions that came from it, and a reaffirmation that I still need to take steps to make certain that they don’t occur again. In other words, taking responsibility for my actions in as public a forum as possible. Simple as that.
I know some people, “Angry Taxpayer” for one, think that I would serve a better purpose as compost, but I beg to differ.
I’ve done a lot of good things in the past year, and played a vital role in my community these days as the Tenant Representative of our building, renovating the community library, participating in budgetary planning for the upcoming city plan, working with various community agencies, talking with politicians at all levels of government, etc…
I enjoy living my life far more these days, then I once did. It certainly beats sitting in my apartment all day, doing nothing other than being miserable. I just have to exercise better control over myself and live, stop fucking up and being a burden to society.
So, I guess maybe some of the comments posted did mean something to me after all.
Anyhow, my Mom called me back today. She has had the same opportunity to reflect and we both talked for well over an hour and hashed some things out, to make certain that we (meaning me) don’t have this happen again. It was a good conversation, and it only confirmed just how much I love my parents, and vice versa.
I didn’t get the chance to talk with Dad. He had just left the house and taken their dog Quincy down to the vet in St. Lazare. Quincy has been throwing up all day and refused to eat. I hope everything turns out ok.
As an update, my Nana came through her surgery fine, and began eating solids again as of today, to her relief. Nana loves her food, and at 86 she relishes every morsel. I’m going to call the Jewish General tomorrow and see how she’s doing.
Still no word as to whether my cousin Debbie gave birth yet to her second child. Now that we all know that Nana’s in the clear, we can wait with unbridled glee for the arrival of the newest member of our family.