Ever notice how it's the little things in life that amuse us so much? More to the point, ever notice how it's the silly little idiocies in life that amuse us more than anything else? Well, this is not as much ''the little blog that could'' as it is ''the blog that enjoys going up the down escalator in your local mall.'' Will it have anything of real importance? No, probably not. But enjoy the ride never the less!

 

It has just come to my attention that next week's episode of CSI: New York will involve nyotaimori. Is this a case of art imitating fanservice imitating life? Perhaps, perhaps not. All I do know is that chances are very good if any girl is shown with her otherwise naked body adorned with elegant displays of sushi, she's probably going to be wearing a lot of sushi...or else there's going to be a lot of strategically-placed ohashi.

Though this does annoy me somewhat; I've been fighting for a year now to have the producers pick up my concepts of CSI: Nerima District or CSI: Crystal Tokyo, but for some reason I've been denied. True genius is never appreciated in it's own time.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go preen my ego.

Today's Lesson: nothing can mangle an otherwise perfectly good 8-hour sleep like a Shih-tzu taking up as much of the bed as she can (that being at least half of it).


posted by Phillip at 7:56 AM

 

Last night, I was going back through some random writing notes I've been making and then stashing away like a chipmunk, and I stumbled across some remarks meant for this little bit of nowhere. They actually date back to the time Mel & I recently spent in Connecticut, enjoying a wedding of one of her cousins, and then really enjoying the open bar they had all night during the receiption.

Oddly enough, what struck me the most wasn't the stretched white Hummer limo the wedding party had (or the inherent lack of anything to eat or drink the Hummer limo had), or the not-so-sublte biblical references to how the wife must submit to her husband (presented in a fashion that sounded almost as if suffrage had yet to exist), or even how the incredibly long candles at our table were the only candles to melt and leave large bits of broken wax all over our tablecloth (which unto itself was an impressive feat considering they were supposed to be dripless candles). No, in the end it the was the name of the church that struck me as vastly amusing. As we pulled up to the church a short time before the wedding ceremony was to begin, there was a large sign boldly proclaiming an "Evangelical Free Church".

This suddenly had me wondering just what "Free" meant. Was this church "free", like how a building might be "termite free" or "accident free for 10 days"? Did they finally manage to contract a denominational exterminator and get rid of those pesky Evangelicals skittering around the pews?

Or perhaps Evangelicals are free here, like that toy you find in a Happy Meal. Does this subsequently mean that you get 1 free Evangelical to take home with you after every sermon? For that matter, do you get to choose the Evangelical, or do they get randomly stuffed in bags and handed to you, so you get surprised after you've pulled out of the church parking lot?

Or perhaps this is the church that broke off from its mother church: the "Evangelical Pay Church."

So what is the meaning behind the "free"? The world may never know....


Today's Lesson: it is counter-productive to try and write comfortably while sitting on a broken swivel chair. (First the rice steamer, now this...)




posted by Phillip at 7:48 AM

 

The apartment is suddenly a lot larger and a lot quieter than it had been not so long ago. This past Sunday marked the last day my Dad was not only crashing in the apartment (as he really had no other place to go while he was trying to work things out with my mother), but also the last day he'd be living around here at all. After many attempts that all subsequently failed, he's decided to turn and walk away from it all. He's going to be staying with his brother for a few days, and then they're going to move his stuff out to Nova Scotia, where he'll stay with my grandparents.

I personally can't call what he's doing 'running away.' When you're left with virtually no other options left and nowhere else to go, courtesy of the other party involved, you're not running. In all honesty, I think my mother didn't actually believe he would leave, and thusly she kept jerking him around with the wild hope that they might actually be able to resolve their problems--all so she could keep him on a proverbial short leash and get him to do whatever odd jobs she wanted him to do. Resolutions can't be made when someone isn't listening yo a word being said, or holding the search for a resolution as a high priority on her list.

All in all, I feel strangely relieved that this has happened. I deplore the circumstances that have led to this, and I doubt that all will be forgiven as time goes on. I can only hope for the best for my Dad, wish him the best of luck in Nova Scotia as he tries to create a new life for himself, and keep in contact with him through calls and letters as much as I can. At least now he's not being trapped in a limbo state, no sure if he should stay or go, uncertain if things will work out. The distance will be unpleasant, to say the least, but it's a distance that's needed between the two of them right now. Maybe it'll help dislodge my mother's head out of her ass. I wish I could remain optimistic as I make such a caustic remark as that, but I'm not going to hold my breath.

Life still goes on despite all of this. My Dad's picking up the pieces of his life, with the support of pretty much everyone else he knows, including my sister and I. Mel & I suddenly are alone in our apartment again, and while if he ever needed the crash space my Dad could stay without qualms or concerns, it's good to have the freedom and quiet again.

Today's Lesson: when a loud "bzzzt!" suddenly is heard from your rice steamer, it probably means in all likelihood that your steamer has committed ritual suicide. (As what happened with ours.)


posted by Phillip at 7:27 AM