The Spot

1. Spring Break / Winter Wonderland in Tremblant. Thank you Arran - This was a beautiful glimpse into what life might be like when I stop being poor. Also, skiing technology has much improved since I left it. I could steer. And, Air Canada sucks: they cancelled our flight on the way there, then bumped us off on the way back. Which gave us 200$ towards Boston (see below). But first...
2. Exams. We studied, we wrote exams, we died a little, we left. There was a point in there when we were spending so much time in the apartment and in each other's company that we both suspected that we were each other's imaginary friends.
3. Boston. When I booked this trip, I calculated based on "leave 2 days after exams, come back 2 days before work". I didn't even notice that this meant a 3 week visit to my duh-duh-duuuh In Laws. But, actually, this was the best trip possible. First off, the house in Acton is extremely relaxing (much needed). Secondly, Boston remains a fun city, with lots of museums and shopping. And finally, we managed to duck out on some of the torrential Halifax spring rain. Some. And then it was time for...
4. That New Job smell.

The job is actually quite exciting. And quite nice. And that's all I think I'm going to say about that, because I would really hate to get dooced because of my blog. I almost can't imagine what I can post that could not be construed as violating some form of solicitor-client privilege.

Well, that's almost everything I'll say about that: you'll notice that it's 7 pm. On a Friday night. I am a work. This is not an unusual occurrence. If you do the blogger math:

12 hour work days + 8 hours of sleep - 24 hours = 4 hours of bloggable material a day.

It just might get a little mouldier 'round here. We.. shall see.

Oh, and I was my birthday a few weeks ago. And yes, we did see X3, and some people scattered around did write to say hello, and I felt a little more terrible for not keeping in touch. Now I say: move to Halifax! And call when you arrive!

England, and Emilie's grad, in 2 weeks: hurrah.

# posted by Spot @ 6:57 p.m.

First item, a correction, thanks to Andrew: "I'm the Juggernaut, bitch!" is a tribute to the shenanigans of some stoned X-Men fans. You can see the evidence (all nine breathtaking minutes) here.

Second item: I normally operate according to the maxim that, musically, if Everybody else likes it then I don't. In fact just the idea that everybody won't stop raving about a band can make me strongly prejudiced against them: e.g., the Arctic Monkeys, who were hyped like they just cured cancer. Then again, my good opinion once lost is not lost forever. I remember reading an article about the Arctic Monkeys complaining they couldn't get any liver on toast (or some other low-class Brit kip) and not understanding what all the bloody fuss was about this high-rolling Manhattan restaurant they were in. These were just some good English lads totally nonplussed by the soulless N.Y.C./L.A. sychophanti hanging off them. That made me think they were alright after all.

And with this masterpiece, I have to say that Gnarls Barkley, despite being the Big Thing right now, has won my respect forever. Amazing. It's especially clever if you remember that bit (in a Kevin Smith movie, but which one?) about Vader's mask being taken off to reveal the sickly white man inside... but even without that, the moment when Chewbacca looks up from the drums makes it.

'til death do us part,
DMH

# posted by Spot @ 3:46 p.m.

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