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!

 

In an amazing defiance to the retail world of "open 7 days a week, so we own your ass whenever we want to", I managed to procure an entire weekend off. I don't know how I did it, but it's happened. Perhaps the stars aligned just right. Perhaps it's because of that Celestine Fortune Cookie I opened up a couple of days ago. Or perhaps it's because I pressed "1" and selected goats for ritual sacrifice to some dark nameless god.

(And anyone who hasn't seen Angel season 5 is wondering just what the hell I meant by that.)

So now Mel & I find ourselves in Oshawa, visiting my Grandfather (and Gary, who opted to join the emsemble). It's been exactly what we've been both wanting and needing in terms of a weekend off. Oshawa is amazingly quiet, allowing me the chance to simply lounge...and watch Tachikomas parade around the TV, courtesy of the latest GitS: SAC 2nd Gig disc. We've also spent a lot of time sitting and chatting with my grandfather, whom I haven't really been able to see in months now, and dammit I really missed him. Plus we also got a chance to get our taxes done up.

I'm getting more money back than I'd expected. Excuse me a moment while I cry manly tears of joy. No really...you can't get any more manly than that...and I do not cry like a little girl! There's nothing wrong with a grown man being so willing to embrace his vulnerability and exercise a little emotional catharsis!

I HATE YOU ALL!!!




Anyhoo, late last night I headed downstairs to do some laundry. (Having clean socks is a good thing. So is having clean shirts. Or boxers. Or towels. Or sheets. Or pants. Well...the pants are debatable.) Whereupon I also discovered that our grandfather had installed a new door that leads from the kitchen to the basement stairs. It helps conserve heat and keeps the heating costs down. Unfortunately for me, the door blends into the darkness quiet well, and not being very used to its presence in the house, I discovered the door facefirst.

Mel assures me she didn't laugh too hard after hearing the loud "WHAM!", followed by voice going, "Oh right...there's a door here now."


Which brings us to Today's Lesson: before going into a darkened room, use the lightswitch first.
posted by Phillip at 12:57 PM