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's my parents' birthday today. Note the strategic placement of that possessive apostrophe, as in "both of them". I find it odd and rather amusing that my parents just happened to be born of the same day exactly one year apart. Added to this is that my sister's birthday was just 3 days ago.

August is a harsh month for my wallet.

And yet it's proven to round out an otherwise unique and busier-than-thou month I, for the most part, could have done with out. The busier-than-though part, mind you. The unique stuff has nicely served as counterbalance.

This past weekend, for example, was spent around a bonfire with my sister, her husband and a few good friends. A little beer and a lot of good times were had. (Sadly, there was no tequila, though I must admit the apple Sour Puss was unexpectedly tasty.) Mel tended the bonfire and ended up being dubbed The Fraulein of Fire. Granted she's still a bit stiff in the shoulder even now, but damn if she can't work a fantastic fire.

I, however, contributed significantly less to that night by creating: "The Great Wangzini: Penile Escape Artist Extraordinaire." Watch him move the zipper of his pants without any help from my hands. Yeah, I'd had a few shots before that got conjured up. Although now that I reflect on it, I can't help but suspect Steve Martin's done this somewhere already...

The remainder of the weekend was spent in the company of Kevin, Donna, Gabezilla, some live-action Sailormoon, and a whole lot of Bullshit. Pen & Teller's Bullshit, to be exact. I have to say, that series impresses me, the profanity episode especially (wherein Penn & Teller themselves don't swear at all). And I laughed quite a bit upon learning that they could easily be sued for calling so-called spiritual mediums "frauds", but are nigh untouchable if they call them "litigious motherfuckers."

So there's today's Bullshit lesson: when in doubt, call someone a "motherfucker" and not a "pathetic fraud".

Follow thus up, however, with busy days at work and a new part-timer who I'll probably have the dubious honour of firing in near future (long and "I might as well have hired a statue" kind of story), and you can imagine how that happy "almost floating on air" sensation is now gone.

But tomorrow's another day, and more importantly a day off.

For tonight, Mel's been curled up with most of Buffy season 7, I've spent a fair bit of time calling parents and grandparents in birthday well-wishes. Although after talking to my grandparents in Nova Scotia, I really want to call my grandfather in Oshawa. I'm usually the solitary type, so suddenly wanting to connect with family on more than just a sporadic is a new concept for me. I'll hopefully call him tomorrow night.

Ah, long-distance calls. Yep, August is a harsh month for my wallet.


Today's Lesson: air mattresses are a spot of sunshine in your day. Especially when they're still properly inflated when you wake up the next morning. ^-^
posted by Phillip at 6:51 PM