Monthly Archive for February, 2011

Writing, Total War and Chili

I was up late last night writing, and up early this morning writing so it’s still progressing well.

Especially considering I’ve been playing Napoleon Total War (I dare not test my computer with a more recent Total War game as it may commit suicide) as the Brits and have Napoleon on the run. I conquered Paris (with about 10 mortars and hiding below a hill-line so they couldn’t slaughter me with their 12lb cannon) and have Napoleon pushed into Eastern Europe. Austria fell to him and he’s decimating Prussia, however Russia has been expanding well, decimating the Ottoman Empire and I’d already wiped out the Spanish during my first cessation with France. Now we’re in the second cessation I took a foothold in Greece.

Now we’re making my wife’s Chilli for dinner. I think we’ll be needing bigger bowls soon because I’m always going back for seconds on it.

Also in braking news: The dog is lazy. Apparently the Dachshund is coming into full blow whenever she’s calm because she just loves to sleep.

Turmoil and Trouble

With all the turmoil going on in Libya, it’s always fantastic to see that the mass media completely drops the ball failing to mention the revolution in Tunisia (I guess the revolution in Egypt was more interesting or news friendly) or the major protests across much of the Middle East and Northern Africa, or the fact that the demonstrations were sparked by the self-immolation of a street vendor, which has been taken on as a bizarre call to arms receiving dozens (if not into the hundreds by now) copycat self-immolations (for those not in the know, self-immolation is the act of setting oneself on fire).

Instead, we’re getting regular news of Charlie Sheen’s latest mentally defective acts. Such as his targeting Chuck Lorre (the show creator and producer) in a fashion that basically amounts to anti-Semitism (not in his wording, but in the fact he decided to target it at him as Levine his Jewish birth surname) and likely the reason his show just got cancelled (at least for the rest of this season).

It’s stupid to insult your boss. It’s moronic to insult your boss after he’s the sole person seemingly keeping you in your job as the highest paid TV actor, especially considering your mounting legal debts and cocaine and alcohol addictions will likely bankrupt you the second you stop getting paid. Furthermore you’re truly mentally defective when you accuse your boss of stealing from you, after accusing virtually everyone you’ve spent 5-minutes with of the same.

Also in the news, Kelsey Grammer is getting married, which I like because he’s not a drug addled moron that gets more publicity for threatening women than doing a good job.

The Wasda Posts

This post is basically a list of things I was planning on posting about this morning, but now that’s basically been shot to shit.

Originally I was going to do a mini-review of RED, which was awesome and hilarious. I’m loving Bruce Willis in his new comedy slant, it lends itself well to him.

Then I was going to post on the preliminarily fantastic news for John Scalzi, the sale of Old Man’s War as a movie. This is one movie I know I will be watching (if it ever makes it to release) in theatres with a big tub of buttery popcorn.

Then I was going to post about the ultimate douchery of our rental company who just strung us through almost a month of their piss-about-crap and they’ll now be losing us as perfect tenants (that’s not even ironic in intent, no complaints, perfect rent), which there’ll be more on that next. All this over them refusing to replace a grotty 30-year old carpet with massive tears and zero padding left (if it ever had padding).

So now we’re onto the current news of the day, we’re moving into a town house. No more trips down an elevator to let the dog pee, no more trips to the laundry room to see that the machines are all in use and 2 are out of order and one eats loonies.

Will this news last through the night? We think so.

Grolsch

Just drank a Grolsch, which is quite probably the yummiest beer in existence (plus the swing lid is just awesome) and as I’ve only consumed a handful of peanuts (literally just a handful of dry roasted peanuts, a big handful but far from even a snack) today it’s having quite the effect. It’s been a long time (I think I was 14) since I felt tipsy off a single beer, although technically it’s a beer 1.3 as it’s 45cl not 351ml.

Now perhaps I should be making my way to the in-laws for dinner.

You Know You’re In Canada When…

You know you’re in Ontario when local commercials give directions to their store via the local Tim Hortons’.

That’s all, I just felt like pointing out the oddity.

Moving Again… Maybe, and The Clarithromycin Drama

We’re moving, on one solitary condition that they replace the piece of shit carpet in the place. It’s torn, it’s old, it has zero padding left and most of all it’s grimy to the point of no redemption.

As we’re moving within building it’s policy that they don’t fix a lot of problems and let them get resolved through work orders, but the place seems to have little to do beyond getting rid of that piece of shit carpet.

We also took a nice trip to the Emergency Room as my wife checked off about four of the common side-effects to clarithromycin, which was supposed to be to treat her ‘strep throat’. The ER doc was the one to actually swab her throat (you know the 48-hour test over the differential diagnosis that involves multiple drugs and oh look adverse reactions). He said that it could well be Mono, which would explain why the antibiotics have done diddly squat and possibly why I only have a mild sore throat (I have lethargy but that’s a mix of working construction, staying up late – now with the excuse of caring for a sicky – and the inability to nap).

Just Get On With It

I’ve finally been putting time into getting my writing done each and every day. I frequently get into periods of a negative feedback loop where my lack of writing makes me feel bad, which makes me not feel like writing. My problem has always been getting out of my own head, stop procrastinating and just get on with it.

Also I’ve noticed I’ve been doing a lot of grave digging lately in my writing. I’ve been writing fiction for as long as I remember, and with this project I’m on now I’ve noticed I have been taking a lot of great ideas I’ve had before and started reusing them to complement each other. It’s like my old works are the manure laid to get something worthwhile. I suppose, just like a farmer, you’ve got to hope the shit you reap is different from the shit you sowed.

Snowpocalypse 2011

We were hit full-force by a blizzard last night, which has apparently turned the GTA into Snowville. It doesn’t appear that the city is even attempting to plow. When I took the dog out this morning it was literally level ground from one sidewalk to the other.

As unimpressed by the illogic of ground hog day, I think the little critters are probably doing the same as me “I’m not going out there, it’s friggin cold out there!” Any ground hog that isn’t should be sent immediately the the nearest psychiatric facility.

In more post-relevant news, I have today off. Mostly because the snowy end-of-the-world is hampering the outside trades. So I’m going to be inside making constructive use of my time by writing.




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