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Walking Granville Mall with a copy of the Straight in one hand, a slice of dollar pizza in the other - MrPutter: doing things the hard way, because it is there.
September 10th, 2004
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Walking Granville Mall with a copy of the Straight in one hand, a slice of dollar pizza in the other
Highlights of the past 2 weeks:
  • Eating like an absolute king for like, 5 days in a row
  • Rediscovering why Zulu Records is the best store in the whole world
  • Riding in Josh's old VW Cabriolet which totally reminded me of my first car
  • Building the dock
  • Hero
  • Chasing Poopy Bunny round the apartment
  • Making the (re?)acquaintance of porphyre
  • The chawesome Greyhound driver on the way back



Lowlights: Pretty much everything else.

Well, a couple things that stand out:
  • Spending way, way, waaay too much money. Even with an unexpected $400 bonus from work, I'm down a good couple hundred from where I wanted to be right now.
  • The Scavenger Hunt. I don't know really what was wrong with it, but it left me feeling very unsatisfied. Maybe it was just that the reaction to my rat cake wasn't what I expected. Or maybe just because it was more of a drive-to-peoples-houses-and-go-through-their-closets, and less of an actual hunt.
  • Walking from Hope to  Chilliwack to Abbotsford to Vancouver  Coquitlam  Fort Langley um... Abbotsford. Well, I mean I suppose it was fun enough while it lasted (leaving aside some stupid crazy weather), but I'm afraid I'd be lying if I didn't say that I was just a tad disappointed.
  • Pissing off hsifyppah. Or maybe just creeping her out. Or maybe it's just my paranoia acting up again. I'm not sure. Either way, it always seems to happen every time I go over there. I get definite vibes like my presence is merely tolerated rather than actually enjoyed. It's not on purpose! Honest! I... guess I just... always end up acting like an ass or something. Wish so much that it wasn't the case.
  • Going to Nanaimo... which I never really wanted to do to begin with. Yet another thing that friends wanted to do, and so—not wanting to be a stick in the mud—I agreed to go along with, even though I didn't really want to. Not particularly interested in going to Nanaimo, or doing anything there, or being constantly pestered to swim in the weed-choked lake, or paying $$$++ for the ferry and stuff, or, or, or...
  • Causing disruptions in Jeff's life and generating bad times 'twixt he and his SO. That sort of thing sucks. I hope it's temporary—I'd feel like so much shit if it turned into anything major.
  • Discovering that I really can probably never take hallucinogenics again. 5 ½ years after That Night, with a (relatively) mild dose, and in a (relatively) mild form... I was curious as to what the result might be. I am curious no longer. It admittedly had in all probability a lot to do with the fact that I was pre-occupied with That Night, and (as is oft the nature of the beast under discussion) this became a self-fulfilling prophecy, but nonetheless, if after all this time, the results produced are still like that, then they will likely always be so. I don't really know why this is such a bad thing, really; it's probably a Good Thing when viewed rationally, but... it just is. Maybe I'm just annoyed at having spent $30 for the priviledge of having one of my worst nights in over 5 years.
  • Knocking over my nice $70 bottle of really good 1982 vintage port. Ok, so it was only ¾ full, but whatever!!. I was really careful with it on the bus, made it all the way back to Calgary, nursing it all the way. Got onto the train and made it all the way home. Even got into the garage, and set it on the shelf while I went to put my keys back in my pocket. Twisting around a bit trying to accomplish this, and my backpack knocked the bottle off the shelf and it fell to the floor. KEEE-RASH!!! (FUCK!)



All in all, I'm feeling that the bad vastly outweighed the good. It was a rather disappoining / depressing trip... and that even given that I didn't have terribly high expectations to begin with. Probably would have done better to just stay in Calgary the whole time and play KotOR, put in the extra week of full-time work that Mrs. Boss-Lady had been hoping I'd be able to. That would totally have been more fun. And cheaper.

Dunno when I'll go back to that place. Probably never.



"And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away and I never come back to this town again..."

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From:ministerphobia
Date:September 10th, 2004 11:52 am (UTC)
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So much for the "spending time with friends is fun" theory.

Jeff and his Girlfriend worked things out. Couples fight. It's a fact of exsistance. If they don't fight, they can't grow and possibly work out differences.

While it wouldn't have been the same without you, you didn't HAVE to come to Naniamo with us.

As for the hallucinogenics... well, I went into it feeling happy, so I stayed happy through it. Guy went into it feeling happy, and stayed happy through it. Jeff went into it feeling happy, and stayed happy through it. You went into it worried and couldn't think about anything but the last time, so you had a really dark and gloomy trip. Your own fault there, but, then, I'm not a scientist... or a psychologist.

As for never coming back... you keep saying that, and, yet, you keep coming back.
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From:mrputter
Date:September 10th, 2004 12:04 pm (UTC)
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> As for never coming back... you keep saying that, and, yet, you keep coming back.


"Which is no longer the case, and Vancouver is thus no more a place to which I will eventually have to return. I've already made commitments to being there this Summer, and so I will be. But it may be my last time."

Le done.
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From:porphyre
Date:September 10th, 2004 12:17 pm (UTC)
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*dancies* I made it t on the GOOD list.

*still munching on chco covered esspresso beans*
From:starslab
Date:September 10th, 2004 05:49 pm (UTC)
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Hrm....

> Going to Nanaimo... which I never really wanted to do to begin with.

I didn't know that. I had no idea. Honestly, it was a very welcome diversion for me, because you know how often I get away from my home.

> being constantly pestered to swim in the weed-choked lake

Just to be clear, I fully and completely agree with your feelings here....

> generating bad times 'twixt he and his SO

eh? First I've heard of it. Though I can't say I'm terribly surprised.

> Knocking my nice $70 bottle of really good 1982 vintage port.
!!!!!! Even though i don't drink, that sounds tragic. :)
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From:hsifyppah
Date:September 10th, 2004 07:47 pm (UTC)
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Paranoia, I assure you. You're a good egg. But for fuck's sake, if you HAD pissed me off, what POSSIBLE good would come from whining about it on a public journal you know I read? In the same breath as muttering about how you're never coming back? Drama queen.
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From:mrputter
Date:September 10th, 2004 09:55 pm (UTC)
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Heh.

's my journal, dammit! If I wanna whine, I do so without regard to whatever "good" may come of it. Whining is all about personal gratification, not trying to Improve The World.

But "Paranoia" is good to hear, anyway.


> Drama queen.

Oh, most assuredly!
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From:galaxychild
Date:September 13th, 2004 12:01 am (UTC)
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so sad that i had no idea you were here! :D

anyway, you still want that Scheme book? I'll just send it over for free (my dad can do it from work). I have no interest in looking at it again, and the course is no longer taught with Scheme at UBC...so no one will ever buy it. At least you were vaguely curious about it. ^__^ Let me know, anyway.
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