A few months ago, I blogged about a short conversation between my parents, which put the pieces together what should have been a very clear picture that a pair of family friends were gay. Here's the link for the post.
My Mom went out to have dinner with Gaby, my ex-gardienne and mother of Yves (of the gay couple Yves and Serge). They spoke about how each were doing. My Mom filled Gaby in on how our family's doing. She told us all about her kids. It turns out that Yves and Serge split up a few years ago, Yves pretty much went crazy blaming everyone else for his problems and is now estranged from Gaby. There goes that whole happy, hot gay couple image I had going in my head. Coincidentally 3 days ago I had a weird/great great me me sandwiched between Yves and Serge in bed, having a good make-out/fondle party.
Sorry guys. Not all stories end well.
We should all hope that our own will however end well.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
I'd Rather be Outside
My mind's going through a blogging boycott. I just don't feel like sharing right now. Taking all that time to attempt constructing an idea or an experience just seems too long. In takes so much introspection and internal review to think about one's own situation and then write out in words. Argh, I'm starting to feel like I'm just tired of gauging what I think and feel for an audience. The coming of spring, especially in the last few days, makes me want to be outside and living my life...not sitting around, using crutches and blogging about myself. Fuck thinking about my own circumstance.
Maybe the honeymoon period has ended and maybe this is the point that distinguishes those individuals who are happy to have briefly delved into the blogging world from those hardcore bloggers.
It would also help if I wasn't stealing this shawdy wireless connection from a neighbour, since my router/modem died last Friday.
Oh and yes, I do see the irony of blogging about how blogging disinterests me at this immediate moment.
Don't worry, this doesn't mean I'm quitting or taking a break - or at least taking anymore of a break than I've already been.
Maybe the honeymoon period has ended and maybe this is the point that distinguishes those individuals who are happy to have briefly delved into the blogging world from those hardcore bloggers.
It would also help if I wasn't stealing this shawdy wireless connection from a neighbour, since my router/modem died last Friday.
Oh and yes, I do see the irony of blogging about how blogging disinterests me at this immediate moment.
Don't worry, this doesn't mean I'm quitting or taking a break - or at least taking anymore of a break than I've already been.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
My boss is so lucky I've worked for him for so long
I did my taxes. (My Mom, the chartered tax accountant, did my taxes).
I was pissed yesterday because of the total amount of money I made in 2007.
I'm getting screwed over for what I get payed compared to how much I make.
I like my work, but time for me to up my job search.
I was pissed yesterday because of the total amount of money I made in 2007.
I'm getting screwed over for what I get payed compared to how much I make.
I like my work, but time for me to up my job search.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Secret Identity Revealed!....Repeatedly and Often!
I'm amazed by my poor ability to maintain by semi-private identity. Since I tend to write my posts all in one shot, and usually late at night, my proof-reading consists of a quick scan or two before posting and turning off my computer. In my eagerness to finish a post, I've forgotten plenty of times to replace my normal, popular name with my pseudo-name: Thomas (which is also a true name, but just less popular). I've fucked up plenty of times too with the pseudo names of my friends.
Eventually I re-read the post over the next half day (I love to review my posts - I guess I'm narcissistic about my writing) and catch the mistake...probably too late for people to have already seen it. Oh well, I'm not too scared of people tracking me down anyway.
Same thing goes for blocking out the eyes in pictures I post. Quite a few times I post the unedited versions (why do I have to save both versions in the same damn folder!?) and only catch that in a day.
I suck at mild secrecy.
Eventually I re-read the post over the next half day (I love to review my posts - I guess I'm narcissistic about my writing) and catch the mistake...probably too late for people to have already seen it. Oh well, I'm not too scared of people tracking me down anyway.
Same thing goes for blocking out the eyes in pictures I post. Quite a few times I post the unedited versions (why do I have to save both versions in the same damn folder!?) and only catch that in a day.
I suck at mild secrecy.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Bisecting Bisexuality
While perusing a well-liked internet forum today, I came across an interesting topic. The subject of the conversation was bisexuality and the prejudice that people often have for individuals who identify as such. Although I didn't personally find that the contributors had anything new or controversial to say, the thread did get me linking my thoughts, the thoughts of my friends and my personal experiences.
For those who hadn't realized or thought about it, a large proportion of gay and straight people do ridicule individuals who self-identify as bisexual. Often, bisexuals are dropped into either stereotyped category of 1) people afraid to simply say their gay, or 2) women who simply want attention from men. Why do people think that? Well, as said before they're stereotypes: although far from always true, they unfortunately do hold some truth for a lot of individuals. God knows, two female friends of mine used to love making-out for a greasy crowd of Italian clubbers.
Tim and Xav's opinions don't stray from the above viewpoint. They understand a person being attracted to the opposite sex and they get that a person can be attracted to the same sex, but the idea of attraction to two (or more than one gender) just doesn't make sense. If ever Xav's in earshot of someone saying "I heard [Guy's Bi]", he'll yell out:
BULLSHIT, HE'S GAY.
For the idea of a bisexual woman, he'll scream out:
BULLSHIT, SHE JUST WANTS ATTENTION.
I've thus far written out the matter-of-facts about hating on bisexuals, without putting my own thoughts in too much. Although I can't emotionally understand liking guys & girls, I believe that people can feel that way. It's not like I emotionally understand being straight, or that my straight friends emotionally understand being gay, but I recognize that existing so how can I really deny bisexuality. Unfortunately, all too often, I fall into thinking the same above stereotypes and a subtle prejudice against bisexuals.
If presented with a choice of dating 1 of 2 guys, whom are essentially twins in terms of looks and personality, except one is gay and the other's bi, I would choose the gay one. In fact, if they weren't twins at all, I would automatically be hesitant in pursuing the bisexual. Although I'm being prejudice by admitting that, I feel confident in expressing this. At least I aware I'm being unfair and that it's not right. I think the repulsions stems from my own insecurity: if I became involved with someone who's bi, I feel like he'd likely leave me for a woman because society makes it easier for him to follow his attraction to women over men.
(As a side note, I'd say that's why so few guys identify as bi either. People insecure about their sexuality would see themselves as being straight+gay. There's no advantage with being gay, so they'll hide that and that makes them straight and "normal").
It's kind of weird that I'm spewing all this out as theory, because I've known 2 bi guys and been involved with one of them.
The first one I had a love-hate friendship with, in my second year of university. In an attempt to get to know him better, since I thought he was really cute, I asked him all about himself and his bisexuality. He told me that it felt completely different, being with a guy or a girl. He said his attraction was equally and constant for both genders, but that when he got to university he pretty much exclusively only hooked up with guys because everyone around him immediately assumed he was gay when he said he was bi. None of the girls would consider him a potential date or hook-up and so he just went along with that. It bothered him that people would actually refer to him as gay. In all honesty, I was definitely one of those people. I considered him purely gay.
In reference to the 2nd bisexual, I actually dated him. If you're a WindsThatYouRise reader from the beginning, you might remember him as Guy from the Abandoned Building (oh no, I said I would never mention him again! Oh well.). We never really spoke much about his sexuality, but it was generally known by all his friends that he was bi. Actually, I'll take that back. As Xav worded it perfectly, it was known by everyone that "[Guy from the Abandoned Building] likes who he likes". There was no real distinction of sexuality - which is interesting, especially because Xav accepted his non-clarification of sexuality where as he would not accept someone self-declaring their bisexuality.
Although in the beginning I never knew whether Guy from the Abandoned Building was gay or not, the situation just cleared itself up on its own. Had I known he was something other than gay, straight from the beginning, I might have avoided him (as I referenced in the middle of this long post). I'm therefore glad I didn't know anything about him in advance.
Sorry guys, I'm losing focus so I can't bring this post to a nice neat conclusion. Um... don't hate on the two-gender lovers?
For those who hadn't realized or thought about it, a large proportion of gay and straight people do ridicule individuals who self-identify as bisexual. Often, bisexuals are dropped into either stereotyped category of 1) people afraid to simply say their gay, or 2) women who simply want attention from men. Why do people think that? Well, as said before they're stereotypes: although far from always true, they unfortunately do hold some truth for a lot of individuals. God knows, two female friends of mine used to love making-out for a greasy crowd of Italian clubbers.
Tim and Xav's opinions don't stray from the above viewpoint. They understand a person being attracted to the opposite sex and they get that a person can be attracted to the same sex, but the idea of attraction to two (or more than one gender) just doesn't make sense. If ever Xav's in earshot of someone saying "I heard [Guy's Bi]", he'll yell out:
BULLSHIT, HE'S GAY.
For the idea of a bisexual woman, he'll scream out:
BULLSHIT, SHE JUST WANTS ATTENTION.
I've thus far written out the matter-of-facts about hating on bisexuals, without putting my own thoughts in too much. Although I can't emotionally understand liking guys & girls, I believe that people can feel that way. It's not like I emotionally understand being straight, or that my straight friends emotionally understand being gay, but I recognize that existing so how can I really deny bisexuality. Unfortunately, all too often, I fall into thinking the same above stereotypes and a subtle prejudice against bisexuals.
If presented with a choice of dating 1 of 2 guys, whom are essentially twins in terms of looks and personality, except one is gay and the other's bi, I would choose the gay one. In fact, if they weren't twins at all, I would automatically be hesitant in pursuing the bisexual. Although I'm being prejudice by admitting that, I feel confident in expressing this. At least I aware I'm being unfair and that it's not right. I think the repulsions stems from my own insecurity: if I became involved with someone who's bi, I feel like he'd likely leave me for a woman because society makes it easier for him to follow his attraction to women over men.
(As a side note, I'd say that's why so few guys identify as bi either. People insecure about their sexuality would see themselves as being straight+gay. There's no advantage with being gay, so they'll hide that and that makes them straight and "normal").
It's kind of weird that I'm spewing all this out as theory, because I've known 2 bi guys and been involved with one of them.
The first one I had a love-hate friendship with, in my second year of university. In an attempt to get to know him better, since I thought he was really cute, I asked him all about himself and his bisexuality. He told me that it felt completely different, being with a guy or a girl. He said his attraction was equally and constant for both genders, but that when he got to university he pretty much exclusively only hooked up with guys because everyone around him immediately assumed he was gay when he said he was bi. None of the girls would consider him a potential date or hook-up and so he just went along with that. It bothered him that people would actually refer to him as gay. In all honesty, I was definitely one of those people. I considered him purely gay.
In reference to the 2nd bisexual, I actually dated him. If you're a WindsThatYouRise reader from the beginning, you might remember him as Guy from the Abandoned Building (oh no, I said I would never mention him again! Oh well.). We never really spoke much about his sexuality, but it was generally known by all his friends that he was bi. Actually, I'll take that back. As Xav worded it perfectly, it was known by everyone that "[Guy from the Abandoned Building] likes who he likes". There was no real distinction of sexuality - which is interesting, especially because Xav accepted his non-clarification of sexuality where as he would not accept someone self-declaring their bisexuality.
Although in the beginning I never knew whether Guy from the Abandoned Building was gay or not, the situation just cleared itself up on its own. Had I known he was something other than gay, straight from the beginning, I might have avoided him (as I referenced in the middle of this long post). I'm therefore glad I didn't know anything about him in advance.
Sorry guys, I'm losing focus so I can't bring this post to a nice neat conclusion. Um... don't hate on the two-gender lovers?
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Cute Crutches
To go with the theme of crutches, I decided to look for pics of cute guys with crutches.
No, I don't have a crutch fetish.
No, I don't have a crutch fetish.
Crutching
Liz: Is it wrong that I just want to knock away one of your crutches, to watch you fall helplessly to the ground?
Friend: I know! I want to do the same thing!
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Friend: I keep imagining you crutching away on your own and then a guy running at you, knocking you over and stealing your wallet...But the thing is, you're the only type of guy I can imagine knocking over a helpless person on crutches, to steal their wallet.
Me: Haha, thanks. Oddly enough though, my Grandmother's friend has been knocked out of her wheelchair, just outside a hospital, by a guy who then stole her purse. Twice.
Group of Friends: !!!!! Hahahaha, aaaaawwwwwwww!
Me: My Grandmother laughs every time she thinks about that.
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Clearly, my friends think very highly of me.
And unrelated to the above: Oh god, walking for 2 hours with crutches (a.k.a. crutching for 2 hours), with lots of breaks, is incredibly tiring on the arms and shoulders. Even crutching non-stop for 4 blocks is the worst. I feel dead. The Yoko Ono & John Lennon museum art exhibit was worth it though.
Friend: I know! I want to do the same thing!
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Friend: I keep imagining you crutching away on your own and then a guy running at you, knocking you over and stealing your wallet...But the thing is, you're the only type of guy I can imagine knocking over a helpless person on crutches, to steal their wallet.
Me: Haha, thanks. Oddly enough though, my Grandmother's friend has been knocked out of her wheelchair, just outside a hospital, by a guy who then stole her purse. Twice.
Group of Friends: !!!!! Hahahaha, aaaaawwwwwwww!
Me: My Grandmother laughs every time she thinks about that.
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Clearly, my friends think very highly of me.
And unrelated to the above: Oh god, walking for 2 hours with crutches (a.k.a. crutching for 2 hours), with lots of breaks, is incredibly tiring on the arms and shoulders. Even crutching non-stop for 4 blocks is the worst. I feel dead. The Yoko Ono & John Lennon museum art exhibit was worth it though.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Gettin' Better
On a follow-up visit to a doctor, I've gotten the good news that I don't need the [ever so weird] cotton bandage around my foot anymore since the newest X-rays + test show no evidence of a heal bone break. I've been told to try walking on my foot, although it's very obvious that it still needs plenty more time to heal before I will be without my crutches. That's pretty good news.
My foot itself isn't as blue anymore - it's turned a nice healthy green (?), where the massive bruising used to be.
As celebration, Liz came over and forced me to watch the West Side Story movie. I was apprehensive, but it was surprisingly good...even with all the prancing and fighting. Not the image I had for some Cholos, but anyway. I kept ruining the drama of the movie by predicting the main guy character was about to grab the main woman by the face and face-fuck her. Yup, I'm a pervert.
With the good news regarding my foot, Liz wants to bring me out to a bar I've been craving to revisit: they only serve hard alcohol, mixed in into some form of cocktails in large pasta jars. The bar is notoriously packed, so there's plenty of potential for further cripple injuries with my crutches...but of course, what's the fun in going out and drinking a lot if it wouldn't be a stupid idea?
My foot itself isn't as blue anymore - it's turned a nice healthy green (?), where the massive bruising used to be.
As celebration, Liz came over and forced me to watch the West Side Story movie. I was apprehensive, but it was surprisingly good...even with all the prancing and fighting. Not the image I had for some Cholos, but anyway. I kept ruining the drama of the movie by predicting the main guy character was about to grab the main woman by the face and face-fuck her. Yup, I'm a pervert.
With the good news regarding my foot, Liz wants to bring me out to a bar I've been craving to revisit: they only serve hard alcohol, mixed in into some form of cocktails in large pasta jars. The bar is notoriously packed, so there's plenty of potential for further cripple injuries with my crutches...but of course, what's the fun in going out and drinking a lot if it wouldn't be a stupid idea?
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Smingus Dingus Day
My friend let me know about a wonderful (or horrible, depending on which role you play) day that she's been celebrating most of her life: Smingus Dingus Day.
Early in the morning on Smingus Dingus Day, according to the Polish tradition since my friend is indeed Polish, boys awake the girls they like by pouring a bucket of water on their heads and striking them with tree branches. No, I'm not kidding. Check Wikipedia if you'd like.
A more common, English name, for this holiday is Easter Monday. And so, this past Monday my friend decided to introduce her boyfriend (yup, role reversals since she's a girl) to her Polish heritage by waking him up with ice cold water and beatings. This is her boyfriend moments after being shocked out of his sleep. Maybe he's trying to dry off or maybe he's deciding if a back-hand is an inappropriate response - who knows.
I am making a mental note to add this to the repertoire of holidays/anniversaries/celebrations to which I partake.
Early in the morning on Smingus Dingus Day, according to the Polish tradition since my friend is indeed Polish, boys awake the girls they like by pouring a bucket of water on their heads and striking them with tree branches. No, I'm not kidding. Check Wikipedia if you'd like.
A more common, English name, for this holiday is Easter Monday. And so, this past Monday my friend decided to introduce her boyfriend (yup, role reversals since she's a girl) to her Polish heritage by waking him up with ice cold water and beatings. This is her boyfriend moments after being shocked out of his sleep. Maybe he's trying to dry off or maybe he's deciding if a back-hand is an inappropriate response - who knows.
I am making a mental note to add this to the repertoire of holidays/anniversaries/celebrations to which I partake.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Grandma's rocked it since 1930
I had a talk with my Grandmother today. She's been in Montreal for Easter weekend and is heading back home tomorrow.
We were speaking about what types of places I go out to with friends. After listing off the types of bars/clubs I like, I turned the question back on her and asked what she used to do back when she was my age.
Seems likes her young 1930s life (yup, she's in her mid 90s right now!) was a lot like mine.
Her and her friends would get all dressed up and drive together to a hotel downtown. Back then (at least in her region) bars did not yet exist. Instead, hotels had lounges that offered places for people to relax, socialize and drink alcohol. The men and the women of my Grandma's group would split up, since such establishments' entrances were segregated based on sex. The lounge interiors were also segregated: men and women each had their own exclusive sections, cordoned off by drapes, whilst there was also a 3rd section where the two sexes could socialize together. All of my Grandma's friends would meet up in the mixed section, where they'd sit down, order some drinks and have fun.
What I loved so much about hearing this story was that after 1 or 2 beers, my Grandmother and all her friends would most of the time all start signing together and cause an all-out ruckus (well, 1930s-style ruckus) until they'd get thrown out of the hotel's lounge. They'd then go to find the next hotel and repeat the process.
Hehehe, if there was genetic evidence for the fun I have with friends, bars and alcohol, here it is. Of course, I don't dare to imply I'm as badass as her.
We were speaking about what types of places I go out to with friends. After listing off the types of bars/clubs I like, I turned the question back on her and asked what she used to do back when she was my age.
Seems likes her young 1930s life (yup, she's in her mid 90s right now!) was a lot like mine.
Her and her friends would get all dressed up and drive together to a hotel downtown. Back then (at least in her region) bars did not yet exist. Instead, hotels had lounges that offered places for people to relax, socialize and drink alcohol. The men and the women of my Grandma's group would split up, since such establishments' entrances were segregated based on sex. The lounge interiors were also segregated: men and women each had their own exclusive sections, cordoned off by drapes, whilst there was also a 3rd section where the two sexes could socialize together. All of my Grandma's friends would meet up in the mixed section, where they'd sit down, order some drinks and have fun.
What I loved so much about hearing this story was that after 1 or 2 beers, my Grandmother and all her friends would most of the time all start signing together and cause an all-out ruckus (well, 1930s-style ruckus) until they'd get thrown out of the hotel's lounge. They'd then go to find the next hotel and repeat the process.
Hehehe, if there was genetic evidence for the fun I have with friends, bars and alcohol, here it is. Of course, I don't dare to imply I'm as badass as her.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Goodbye Little Girl
UUUhhhhh... the last few days have been pretty bad. My family had to say goodbye to our cat, although I would be very justified in saying we had to say goodbye to my cat.
I don't expect people to understand how close we were to her. If you've never owned a pet, you shouldn't understand. If you're not a cat person, then maybe you just don't get it either.
The whole thing was heartbreaking. Over a quick period of 1.5 weeks, my cat went from healthy and normal to barely eating and no longer purring. In a span of a night, two days ago, I woke up to a cat who had lost the ability to walk despite her best efforts to come over to me in the morning. A visit with the veterinarian confirmed she had only a few days to live. Her inability to eat just led to her body failing on her. She wasn't hurting. She just didn't have the energy to function.
We cried; and I cried. She was our one-and-only pet and we've had her since I was 5 years old. Time made it clear that her and I were best friends. My love of all things animal-related stems from her. She would hangout and bug me like no other member of our family. The beginning of her day was quick look out the window and then coming to wake me up. Random, wonderful moments in my life were created by her. She was also a comfort to me when times were not so light.
Tears come to me when I think that 2 nights ago was the last time I would lie on my couch, with her cuddled between my arm and torso. Her head would roll and butt into my side, for warmth and shade from the light. One of her paws would be rested over my body, half as a hug and half to make sure I wasn't about to move away. If she still could have at the time, she would have been purring up a storm.
My brothers, who were in town for Easter, all came around yesterday to say their goodbyes. Everyone's eyes were red from grief. When my Mum and I agreed, I lied her onto my lap for one last moment. Had I not needed crutches, I would have taken her up in my arms and walked her around house and out back so that she had the chance to see each spot one last time - each favorite hangout and hiding place of her. We then put her in the carrying cage and brought her to the local vet hospital for her final destination.
I'm lucky because I've never really felt the death of someone extremely close to me, who I've known for years and makes daily or routine differences in my life...until now. Some might see that title as reserved only for human family members and close friends, but she is that to me. Today was my first full day without her and I sure did notice. Moving around the house, I haven't spotted her and I haven't sat down next to her for a few minutes worth of petting and canoodling. Those little moments were some of the strongest potentiators for my positive moods.
And now all these good things, made by one little good thing are done and gone.
Like all things, I will improve, but not just yet.
I'm gonna publish this post now, because I can go on forever and the keyboard's getting a little wet from tears.
I don't expect people to understand how close we were to her. If you've never owned a pet, you shouldn't understand. If you're not a cat person, then maybe you just don't get it either.
The whole thing was heartbreaking. Over a quick period of 1.5 weeks, my cat went from healthy and normal to barely eating and no longer purring. In a span of a night, two days ago, I woke up to a cat who had lost the ability to walk despite her best efforts to come over to me in the morning. A visit with the veterinarian confirmed she had only a few days to live. Her inability to eat just led to her body failing on her. She wasn't hurting. She just didn't have the energy to function.
We cried; and I cried. She was our one-and-only pet and we've had her since I was 5 years old. Time made it clear that her and I were best friends. My love of all things animal-related stems from her. She would hangout and bug me like no other member of our family. The beginning of her day was quick look out the window and then coming to wake me up. Random, wonderful moments in my life were created by her. She was also a comfort to me when times were not so light.
Tears come to me when I think that 2 nights ago was the last time I would lie on my couch, with her cuddled between my arm and torso. Her head would roll and butt into my side, for warmth and shade from the light. One of her paws would be rested over my body, half as a hug and half to make sure I wasn't about to move away. If she still could have at the time, she would have been purring up a storm.
My brothers, who were in town for Easter, all came around yesterday to say their goodbyes. Everyone's eyes were red from grief. When my Mum and I agreed, I lied her onto my lap for one last moment. Had I not needed crutches, I would have taken her up in my arms and walked her around house and out back so that she had the chance to see each spot one last time - each favorite hangout and hiding place of her. We then put her in the carrying cage and brought her to the local vet hospital for her final destination.
I'm lucky because I've never really felt the death of someone extremely close to me, who I've known for years and makes daily or routine differences in my life...until now. Some might see that title as reserved only for human family members and close friends, but she is that to me. Today was my first full day without her and I sure did notice. Moving around the house, I haven't spotted her and I haven't sat down next to her for a few minutes worth of petting and canoodling. Those little moments were some of the strongest potentiators for my positive moods.
And now all these good things, made by one little good thing are done and gone.
Like all things, I will improve, but not just yet.
I'm gonna publish this post now, because I can go on forever and the keyboard's getting a little wet from tears.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
What Say You Hospital
Monday was spent both working and sitting around the local hospital for 7 hours, in order to have my foot checked-out. I had expected to wait forever at the hospital, since potential broken bones are at the bottom of the emergency clinic's priority list and one typically has to wait forever anyways (a downside to the "free" health care I am glad Canadians have). Unlike many of the people there, or at least the people who seemed to be in the similar broken-bone category as me, I was feeling very positive and cheery. That is probably more because broken bones and crutches is not something new for me and my job can easily integrate in a foot injury.
After 2 sets of X-rays and 3 interval-visits with an overworked doctor, the consensus at this time is: you probably have a bad bruise/strain, but might also have a broken heal bone...we're not sure. So DON'T YOU DARE put weight on your foot (I think she thought my positive and carefree attitude meant I wasn't going to follow her instructions, hence why she kindly screamed them at me) and we'll wrap it up and you'll need to be back here in 10 days to see an orthopedic specialist.
Woooo!
But wait? Is there a [fake] question for a reader out there? Oh yes there is...why you.... Ya, you over there...what's the question?
Reader: Oh Thomas, I love you so much. Here's my query: knowing how you are such a camera-whore and take pictures of everything, do you have such a picture of you hurting your foot? I would love to add it to my shrine of you...
Oh, thanks devoted [fake] reader. I love you too...and to answer your question: Yes!
This picture was taken moments before I decided it was a great idea to jump, barefoot, down to the ground. I like to think the amazing part of this photo is not the height but my pointed toes. It's all in the pointed toes. One might even say I look very gay in this photo.
The outcome of my fall is now this:
So with the big Easter extended-family dinner coming this weekend, my little accident will the popular topic of discussion regarding who's been the stupidest lately.
After 2 sets of X-rays and 3 interval-visits with an overworked doctor, the consensus at this time is: you probably have a bad bruise/strain, but might also have a broken heal bone...we're not sure. So DON'T YOU DARE put weight on your foot (I think she thought my positive and carefree attitude meant I wasn't going to follow her instructions, hence why she kindly screamed them at me) and we'll wrap it up and you'll need to be back here in 10 days to see an orthopedic specialist.
Woooo!
But wait? Is there a [fake] question for a reader out there? Oh yes there is...why you.... Ya, you over there...what's the question?
Reader: Oh Thomas, I love you so much. Here's my query: knowing how you are such a camera-whore and take pictures of everything, do you have such a picture of you hurting your foot? I would love to add it to my shrine of you...
Oh, thanks devoted [fake] reader. I love you too...and to answer your question: Yes!
This picture was taken moments before I decided it was a great idea to jump, barefoot, down to the ground. I like to think the amazing part of this photo is not the height but my pointed toes. It's all in the pointed toes. One might even say I look very gay in this photo.
The outcome of my fall is now this:
So with the big Easter extended-family dinner coming this weekend, my little accident will the popular topic of discussion regarding who's been the stupidest lately.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Canadian Movies? Oh God
Anyone ever seen a Canadian movie?
No? Ya, I didn't think so...
Ok, have any of you ever heard of a Canadian movie?
No you don't count if you actually live in Canada.
Alright, so apart from the movie C.R.A.Z.Y., no you haven't...
Yup, that's the Canadian movie industry for you. It's pretty much poop. If I 'm ever checking out what's on the Movie Network, I know that anything labeled as a Canadian movie is almost always not worth it. I don't know why we can have such a thriving movie and special-effects industry that serves American movie productions, without actually being able to make a good movie ourselves. Anything that gets churned by the Film Board of Canada is almost always a watered-down version of an American movie: an attempt at some sort of exciting, explosive drama/comedy/action movie that is plagued by zero plot, zero acting and zero interest.
This is saying a lot because I am all gun-ho about my Canada.
That being said, there are some exceptions FEW AND FAR BETWEEN.
One good Canadian film though, as I said above, is C.R.A.Z.Y., a Quebec-original movie that got lots of publicity when it came out in 2005. The movie takes place just outside of Montreal and follows the growing up and coming-out of a young (hot!) kid in the 60s and 70s. It pretty much centers around love.
I've said this once before: I tend to dislike most gay/coming-out themed movies because the plots is just dump or it has a really big corny feel to it. C.R.A.Z.Y. has none of that.
If you rent it/download it, make sure the get subtitles since it's filmed in French.
Although this next film doesn't flow as nicely as the one above, it still has a special little place in my heart. Siblings, which came out in 2004, is an awesomely dark comedy about two brothers and two sisters who try their best to deal with their god-awful parents. They joke about killing them, and then one day they take the next step...
Best series of lines ever:
Guy that likes Girl: I've done terrible things...
Girl that likes Guy: I'm sure I've been through worse - let's hear it.
Guy that likes Girl: I killed my father.
Girl that likes Guy: I got expelled from high school for doing crystal meth with the Dean's 14 year old son.
Guy that likes Girl: I crushed my Mom's head in with a crowbar.
Girl that likes Guy: I had sex with the whole basketball team.
Guy that likes Girl: I used to hide outside your bedroom window and jerk-off for months.
Girl that likes Guy: Ya, I know. I liked it.
I would be surprised if any of you could actually rent/buy/download this movie. Canadian movies don't really get big distributors. YouTube seems to have someone who posted up random intervals of the movie, but all together they only add up to about 30 minutes of the film. Meh, whatever, here's clip #1 of that series in case you feel like watching a bunch of clips from the movie, without them making much sense:
No? Ya, I didn't think so...
Ok, have any of you ever heard of a Canadian movie?
No you don't count if you actually live in Canada.
Alright, so apart from the movie C.R.A.Z.Y., no you haven't...
Yup, that's the Canadian movie industry for you. It's pretty much poop. If I 'm ever checking out what's on the Movie Network, I know that anything labeled as a Canadian movie is almost always not worth it. I don't know why we can have such a thriving movie and special-effects industry that serves American movie productions, without actually being able to make a good movie ourselves. Anything that gets churned by the Film Board of Canada is almost always a watered-down version of an American movie: an attempt at some sort of exciting, explosive drama/comedy/action movie that is plagued by zero plot, zero acting and zero interest.
This is saying a lot because I am all gun-ho about my Canada.
That being said, there are some exceptions FEW AND FAR BETWEEN.
One good Canadian film though, as I said above, is C.R.A.Z.Y., a Quebec-original movie that got lots of publicity when it came out in 2005. The movie takes place just outside of Montreal and follows the growing up and coming-out of a young (hot!) kid in the 60s and 70s. It pretty much centers around love.
I've said this once before: I tend to dislike most gay/coming-out themed movies because the plots is just dump or it has a really big corny feel to it. C.R.A.Z.Y. has none of that.
If you rent it/download it, make sure the get subtitles since it's filmed in French.
Although this next film doesn't flow as nicely as the one above, it still has a special little place in my heart. Siblings, which came out in 2004, is an awesomely dark comedy about two brothers and two sisters who try their best to deal with their god-awful parents. They joke about killing them, and then one day they take the next step...
Best series of lines ever:
Guy that likes Girl: I've done terrible things...
Girl that likes Guy: I'm sure I've been through worse - let's hear it.
Guy that likes Girl: I killed my father.
Girl that likes Guy: I got expelled from high school for doing crystal meth with the Dean's 14 year old son.
Guy that likes Girl: I crushed my Mom's head in with a crowbar.
Girl that likes Guy: I had sex with the whole basketball team.
Guy that likes Girl: I used to hide outside your bedroom window and jerk-off for months.
Girl that likes Guy: Ya, I know. I liked it.
I would be surprised if any of you could actually rent/buy/download this movie. Canadian movies don't really get big distributors. YouTube seems to have someone who posted up random intervals of the movie, but all together they only add up to about 30 minutes of the film. Meh, whatever, here's clip #1 of that series in case you feel like watching a bunch of clips from the movie, without them making much sense:
Sunday, April 5, 2009
He's Back!
HEHEHEHEHEHEHE
Remember when I wrote a 2-post about my university pool stalker and our "email chats"? If you don't, please feel free to read up Part 1 and Part 2 and recall my stupidity of actually responding to his emails.
Well, I just got another email from Todd!
It doesn't say anything particular:
going through old e-mails
just saying hi
Oh man, this is nutty.
Don't worry, I am definitely not going to reply.
Remember when I wrote a 2-post about my university pool stalker and our "email chats"? If you don't, please feel free to read up Part 1 and Part 2 and recall my stupidity of actually responding to his emails.
Well, I just got another email from Todd!
It doesn't say anything particular:
going through old e-mails
just saying hi
Oh man, this is nutty.
Don't worry, I am definitely not going to reply.
Arrival Home of Parents
Mom: We'll be back at the house in about 2 hours. How've you been?
Thomas: Hehehe, funny you should ask that...um you'll see when you get here..
Mom: Oh no is the basement flooded!?
Thomas: No no, that's fine...
Mom: There was fire!?
Thomas: God, nothing's wrong with the house, all that's fine! I just sort of broke my foot...
Mom: So the basement isn't flooded!?
Thomas: NO IT'S NOT.
Dad: Okay, let's hear it - how'd you hurt yourself?
Thomas: It's really lame... I just jumped down from this sort of elevated platform, in Mike's new apartment
Dad: Ya ya, I'm sure that's how it was. You were probably drinking and fell off a bar-stool!
Thomas: No no, I just hurt my foot by a complete fluke at his apartment.
Dad: Haha, ya sure....
Thomas: Hehehe, funny you should ask that...um you'll see when you get here..
Mom: Oh no is the basement flooded!?
Thomas: No no, that's fine...
Mom: There was fire!?
Thomas: God, nothing's wrong with the house, all that's fine! I just sort of broke my foot...
Mom: So the basement isn't flooded!?
Thomas: NO IT'S NOT.
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Dad: Okay, let's hear it - how'd you hurt yourself?
Thomas: It's really lame... I just jumped down from this sort of elevated platform, in Mike's new apartment
Dad: Ya ya, I'm sure that's how it was. You were probably drinking and fell off a bar-stool!
Thomas: No no, I just hurt my foot by a complete fluke at his apartment.
Dad: Haha, ya sure....
Here's Some Advice
So, the next time that your friend (let's theoretically name him Mike) tells you not to screw around in his new apartment/condo, you should probably listen to him.
When he goes out for a smoke, with this theoretical girlfriend, you should not get your friend (let's theoretically name him Tim) to boost you up onto a mysterious 2nd level of the room (imagine the room to a bathroom that has a space of 3 feet between its own roof and the main loft's roof) in hopes of having fun and scaring said theoretical friends when they return from having a smoke. Of course, one should not decide to jump down from such a height, to land awkwardly and potentially break your foot.
By theoretically breaking one's foot, I mean needing crutches to comfortably move around because simply standing on on of your feet hurts a lot.
Ya, I think that's some good advice.
When he goes out for a smoke, with this theoretical girlfriend, you should not get your friend (let's theoretically name him Tim) to boost you up onto a mysterious 2nd level of the room (imagine the room to a bathroom that has a space of 3 feet between its own roof and the main loft's roof) in hopes of having fun and scaring said theoretical friends when they return from having a smoke. Of course, one should not decide to jump down from such a height, to land awkwardly and potentially break your foot.
By theoretically breaking one's foot, I mean needing crutches to comfortably move around because simply standing on on of your feet hurts a lot.
Ya, I think that's some good advice.
Friday, April 3, 2009
So happened in Austin...
Time to jump back in the blogging saddle. Although I arrived back from Austin a week ago, I've been just to busy with work/friends/private fun to get back into the blog. Okay, that's a lie..I've just been very lazy. Bad Thomas; bad.
How should I sum up my 1.5 weeks in Austin? Pretty damn fun. SXSW was great. I have a list of 10-15 bands, who's music I need to download. I got to travel around Austin and the region near the city, with Oldest Brother. We did lots of outdoor rock-climbing, along with checking out some great food joints (I now luv TexMex) and cool natural scenery (I'm not used to the whole semi-arid environment so it was fun exploring).
At first we had trouble connecting as siblings or friends, as I described in this post, but the situation really improved over the final 3 or 4 days. Our personalities sort of molded together - or maybe I'm being a bit full of myself and centric but I think his personality pretty much shaped itself to mine - and I really had fun just talking with him and enjoying his company.
I also said in the previous post I was looking to hook-up. Well, mission accomplished too. Nope, I'm not talking about those details.
Now comes the more serious question: did I tell him I was gay?
Welllllllllll........
I tried. I really tried.
It was tough. It came down to the last night I was in Austin (I hadn't wanted to say it before because I didn't think we were becoming friendly enough) and I just couldn't find a good way to broach the subject. I didn't want to just throw the information at him, without giving him a chance to mull it over and ask questions. I didn't want to just say that, and then catch my flight the next morning without further conversation about it all. I suppose it can be said that I waited until too late, but I definitely wouldn't have wanted to tell him during the first week of my visit either.
I've been told by friends and read online that there's never a actual good moment to blurt out "I'm Gay", unless someone directly asks you. I definitely felt that way. I tried to push a conversation about our family and relationships and how we never talk about them, but Oldest Brother quickly just told me that it's awkward and that how are we really suppose to talk about it? With my friends and I, we can talk about any one's boyfriend/girlfriend as much as we want, but I understood Oldest Brother. He would never share the inner thoughts and going-ons between himself and his girlfriend - at least not to any family member.
I suppose some of you might think I chickened out, because I was afraid. Maybe, but I think that would only be a half truth, if even that. My brother and I needed to get close; that took time. There's no way to have rushed that. I just needed a right moment, even if there's never a good moment to say it.
Surprisingly, I'm not disappointed with the outcome. I don't see it as a personal failure, but, again, just not having the right moment.
I'll just have to jump at the next opportunity. We did speak a lot about his future job and Oldest Brother did say he's 90% sure he's moving back to Quebec because he's tired of living in the US and he wants to be closer to his girlfriend. So not too far from now, I might be typing down some more posts of my next attempt at dropping the gay bomb on him.
How should I sum up my 1.5 weeks in Austin? Pretty damn fun. SXSW was great. I have a list of 10-15 bands, who's music I need to download. I got to travel around Austin and the region near the city, with Oldest Brother. We did lots of outdoor rock-climbing, along with checking out some great food joints (I now luv TexMex) and cool natural scenery (I'm not used to the whole semi-arid environment so it was fun exploring).
At first we had trouble connecting as siblings or friends, as I described in this post, but the situation really improved over the final 3 or 4 days. Our personalities sort of molded together - or maybe I'm being a bit full of myself and centric but I think his personality pretty much shaped itself to mine - and I really had fun just talking with him and enjoying his company.
I also said in the previous post I was looking to hook-up. Well, mission accomplished too. Nope, I'm not talking about those details.
Now comes the more serious question: did I tell him I was gay?
Welllllllllll........
I tried. I really tried.
It was tough. It came down to the last night I was in Austin (I hadn't wanted to say it before because I didn't think we were becoming friendly enough) and I just couldn't find a good way to broach the subject. I didn't want to just throw the information at him, without giving him a chance to mull it over and ask questions. I didn't want to just say that, and then catch my flight the next morning without further conversation about it all. I suppose it can be said that I waited until too late, but I definitely wouldn't have wanted to tell him during the first week of my visit either.
I've been told by friends and read online that there's never a actual good moment to blurt out "I'm Gay", unless someone directly asks you. I definitely felt that way. I tried to push a conversation about our family and relationships and how we never talk about them, but Oldest Brother quickly just told me that it's awkward and that how are we really suppose to talk about it? With my friends and I, we can talk about any one's boyfriend/girlfriend as much as we want, but I understood Oldest Brother. He would never share the inner thoughts and going-ons between himself and his girlfriend - at least not to any family member.
I suppose some of you might think I chickened out, because I was afraid. Maybe, but I think that would only be a half truth, if even that. My brother and I needed to get close; that took time. There's no way to have rushed that. I just needed a right moment, even if there's never a good moment to say it.
Surprisingly, I'm not disappointed with the outcome. I don't see it as a personal failure, but, again, just not having the right moment.
I'll just have to jump at the next opportunity. We did speak a lot about his future job and Oldest Brother did say he's 90% sure he's moving back to Quebec because he's tired of living in the US and he wants to be closer to his girlfriend. So not too far from now, I might be typing down some more posts of my next attempt at dropping the gay bomb on him.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
I suck!
I'm a terrible blogger.
I got back Friday night and still haven't posted.
I promise I will post tomorrow and reply to emails.
<3
I got back Friday night and still haven't posted.
I promise I will post tomorrow and reply to emails.
<3
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