doberman pizza. a baha'i (bahai, bahá'í) blog.

way back when I was younger, me and my sister formed a two-member club called the grape juice club. it wasn’t a very high-profile club. I think we had a grape juice club song, though, and secret handshakes and codewords and maps to hidden treasure and stuff. One day I said to my sister that there wasn’t anything particularly wrong with apple juice. she kicked me out of the club.

I’ll leave you to figure out the connection between this and modern party politics. I hope I don’t get flame mail for this.

I’m definitely back from vacation. I went down to Victoriaville to animate a study circle tonight. Now it’s after midnight and I should be in bed. I’ll come back with a nice wrap-up later. Peace out yo. don’t get too wet.

it’s vacation time! heads up ottawa, I’m a-comin’ in on a train!

On a related note, here’s an email conversation as proof that sense of humor is hereditary:

Dad:

> I’ll see you tomorrow at the train station.

> I assume you’ll be the one wearing a hat.

Me:

Ok. I’m not sure I’ll be wearing a hat. But I’ll probably be the one who looks like your son.

Note to you-know-who: please know that I’m not trying to make fun of you by posting the above, I just find it hilariously funny ;)

If you have a shower stall, don’t sit down in it and then get back up. You might hit your head on the taps and start bleeding and have to pat it down and put bandages on the cut. And it’ll hurt like hell. Come to think of it, don’t hit your head. Ever. I don’t recommend it. It’s not fun.

If you want to have fun with your head, wear a hat.

Hey all you people. You sure are missing a lot of great fun if you’re not celebrating with us here in Drummondville. The Mondial des Cultures is in full swing and we spent yesterday evening sitting in the street, watching a parade, and dancing crazy dances with troupes from all around the world. It wasn’t exactly Rio, but it was close enough for comfort. Then we ended off the evening by blowing up the sky with fireworks. It didn’t work, so I think they’re going to try again on Sunday night. It was really nice, though. I think they even rivalled the Canada Day fireworks in Ottawa. They were certainly better than any other fireworks show that I’ve seen.

Other news items of the day?

• I had loads of fun with Jessika’s niece and nephews. I love kids and they seem to love me ;)

• I got a nice and pretty letter from Desjardins to tell me that I wasn’t retained for the job managing their computer clusters. They’ll keep my CV for a year, though. I always find it a good sign when a company sends out letters to tell you you weren’t retained for a certain job. It shows they have respect. Heck, the last time I got one of those, I got hired by the same company six months later :)
• I got offered a job as… janitor! Which is not exactly my dream job either. But hey, it’d be better than delivering pizza. And apparently, it’s very well paid. I might just take it one night a week to make some extra cash.
• While we were waiting for the parade, I met someone for another possible job, in a nice office downtown. Apparently they want to hire a web programmer. Which turns out just great because that’s what I do! I talked with the lead tech guy, who gave me a good idea of what they needed. It could be a really great arrangement, if it works out.
• I CAUGHT SOMETHING THEY THREW OUT IN THE PARADE! That must be the first time I’ve caught something like that. I felt all warm and fuzzy ;) It was a little squishy car, and I gave it to one of the kids.
• Oh and my volunteer “bosses” at the festival (since I am a volunteer at the festival) like me a whole lot and want me to keep coming back :)
• My vacation is still on. Expect me with a friend at the Ottawa Train station at around 11:30-12:00 noon on July 15th. We should be on the #33 from Montreal.

In other news, check out these cool new emoticons for use with the Chinese version of MSN Messenger (no, I don’t think they’re for real)

hey all you friendly people. I bet you were wondering just what in the world was happening to me in the past, um, three weeks. it’s a bunch of long stories. I stopped delivering pizza (for many various self-evident reasons). I saw La Chicane at the Canada Day celebration in Drummondville. I started volunteering at the Mondial des Cultures in Drummondville. I bought train tickets to take a vacation in Ottawa. And lots of other things that I surely will mention as soon as I get inspired to tell the story. I guess the important thing that I’d like to convey is that I’m not: a) dead; b) sick; c) injured; d) sad; e) stupid. And God loves me. Yay! And that’s the end of this song.