speaking of me...

i think i've perhaps mentioned a couple of times already that i often get bored at work.

a popular phenomenon that now exists cuz of this internet craze is that whole 'googling' yourself business. of course i have participated in this activity, as i went to the trouble of putting up my own website a while back, so i am currently happy to say that despite the complete banality and popularity of my name, my website pops up quite quickly in a google search.

boredom has come to the point that i even entered my name into wikipedia. i was, of course, not expecting to find myself. rather, i was just curious who else with my name might be notable enough to have an entry. i was expecting many results.

i got three.

1. a canadian politician (born in 1938...a very popular time, indeed, for women to be given the ultra glamorous name of 'joan')

2.a novelist from the united kingdom (born in 1953)

3. me.

BUH?

at first i just saw 'singer/guitarist - canadian musician' and i shrugged, thinking there was bound to be somebody else with my name doing the same thing, even in canada.

then i noticed my birthdate. SHMUH?

there isn't anything else... if you click on the link, it's dead. i eventually found some sort of history thing, cuz wikipedia is obviously all about an online community of sorts that adds and subtracts information about subjects. i saw something about Red Zeppelin, so now it was for CERTAIN that this was me, and somebody originally entered the wrong month for my birthday, so somebody else corrected it.

yeah yeah, not so interesting to you, but i have to wonder...who is doing this? does this mean somebody else deleted my profile? who made this entry? my mother? a friend? a stalker? how did you know my birthday, stalker?

i know, it's not that big a deal, but it freaks me out a little. it's not as if i have achieved any amount of fame that would justify a wikipedia entry... there was a time when i posted a live performance of Red Zeppelin on youtube. i hated it, cuz youtube is such a snarky community that really enjoys critiquing things, and i wasn't too thrilled about the comparisons of my voice to a 'dying squirrel'...i also was a little creeped out by a couple of people who mysteriously contacted me saying they'd seen me perform at the horseshoe and they're my biggest fan. i KNOW that that's a good thing - it means i'm amassing fans, or my friends are playing a cruel joke. however, i felt very exposed, somehow. i eventually took the videos down. i know i could've just ignored the comments altogether, but i think i'd make a pretty lousy celebrity in that i couldn't help but read what they said.

jebus help me if i ever get to a point that someone like perez hilton begins MS painting cocaine and cum all over my face and giving me and my new famous boyfriend a nickname like 'hobag n' blowhag'. i will not be able to look away...but it would also probably mean that i am at least somewhat sucessful in a cool career and able to feed myself without sitting at this boring desk....so i guess i would actually accept it pretty happily. bring it on.

love,
hobag

now i can blog in hindi

oh good, i was waiting for that to happen.

i don't know where my boss is and i have no work to do. perezhilton.com and gofugyourself.com have not updated in a while, and this computer won't let me play online chess.

i also got a parking ticket last night, and i don't even own a car.

please help.

there's some song by the beatles about the sun...

some days are excellent because of something you have been looking forward to for a long long time...like when you have been planning to go to the waterpark for months, and you finally find yourself on top of your first waterslide of the day.

other days are excellent because it was not expected to be excellent, and the excellent-ness emerges from a few small events that on their own would only amount to a temporary mood enhancement. add a few of those events together, though, and you've got yourself a red letter day (i just looked up the origin of 'red letter day'...apparently it has a lot to do with religious holidays. i am not using it in that fashion. i just mean 'an ass kickingly awesome day').

today, obviously, is one of those days, for the following reasons:

1. it is friday.

2. we are finally being treated to some nice weather.

3. i put on a pair of jeans this morning and placed my hand in a pocket, and my hand emerged with a twenty dollar bill.

4. i went outside for the first time without a jacket, and comfortably walked around for an hour without feeling a chill.

5. during my lunch hour, i saw an ice cream truck. i bought a small chocolate and vanilla swirl cone.

6. the cone was served by an incredibly friendly ice cream man, who was enthusiastically having the exact same conversation with every one of his customers, along the lines of the customer saying how the weather must be affecting his sales..."yup, i sure am glad the weather has changed. business has definitely improved. thank you, have a wonderful day." the ice cream man said this in a very gruff voice. he wore a leather vest, and sported long cranial and facial hair. his t shirt said something about some guy named harley.

6. while sitting in queen's park, eating my ice cream, i watched an extremely muscular bare-chested dude wearing beat up cargo shorts play with devil sticks. he suddenly stopped knocking the sticks about and yelled, "poooooooooochie! POOCHIE! COME BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!" a teeny tiny chihuahua w/ a pink collar emerged from a bush. the muscle man gave the dog a small tap on the nose and admonished his bad behaviour.
"now stay PUT!"
back to his devil sticks.

7. summer is coming.

7. it is only 2:11pm. so much fun day left.

compliance

i , like many others in their mid twenties, revels in bits of treasured pop culture from my youth. it causes many moments of recognition, resulting in joyful glee - such as when i looked up the smoggies and gummi bears theme songs on youtube. it also caused a bit of a disturbing feeling because i can remember "magic and mystery are part of their history/ along with the power of gummi berry juice" and "suntots suntots earth and wind and sea/smoggies smoggies smokey oily greasy", yet i cannot remember 90% of what i learned in my OAC history of Upper Canada class in which i received a grade of 93%.




in any case, i watched the amazing flight of the navigator the other night. i must have been no older than 8 years old when i saw it, yet i remember so much - particularly the part when the young hero, david, says he has to go to the bathroom, and the robot spaceship thing max (voiced by peewee herman!!) says, "does not understand 'bathroom'." later, max makes a reference to david leaking.

bathroom humour was such a magical thing back in the day. i haven't seen the movie the boy who could fly since my days of after school care, but i clearly remember the nerdy hero getting revenge by pulling up in his big wheels and spraying his foes w/ a water gun. when the bullies ask him to stop spraying them with water, he says, "it's not water...it's PISS!"

pre-pubescent gold.

anyhoo, there's not much else to this post, except that i reallllllllly want one of those tiny little aliens david holds in his hand throughout the movie. it's called a puckmarin and it looks like this:

if you are wondering what to get me for an upcoming mother's day, canada day, civic holiday, etc... that little thing is your answer.

p.s. nerd alert: it looks like you can watch all of flight of the navigator on youtube. search the title and it comes up pretty easily.