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!

 


300 was happiness. Spartans were ass-kickers. And notably, pretty much all of the Persian armies wore pants, again contributing to my theory that perhaps this is why they were ultimately pwned by the Spartans at Thermopylae. Except for Xerxes, who in the movie spent his time wearing a very golden codpiece...which might explain why he was able to dodge Ledonias' spear instead of using it as a fancy (albeit fatal) new eyepiece.

So there you have it: pants destroyed an empire.

(I swear, one of these days, history professors are going to hunt me down and sac-beat me.)

Today's Lesson: you can never really trust the prophetic rantings of a drunken, underage oracle.
posted by Phillip at 8:48 PM

 


If you’re reading this, then it can only mean the following:

1. Our Net connection has finally rectified it’s “refusing to work” status, implying it either succumbed to peer pressure and didn’t want to be the only PC in the city that couldn’t go online…or actually feared all those “disassemble” threats we made to it.

2. You enjoy reading this little bit of nowhere on a regular basis. Or alternately, you came across here by accident while trying to search for porn, in which case you must be incredibly disappointed. So to help offset that, here’s a pair of emoti-boobs: ( . ) ( . )

3. And, more amazing than anything else, that “silly nit of a writer” guy actually got up off his silly nit of a lazy ass and updated this little bit nowhere. Rejoice! (And since we’re feeling rather special today, you can decide whether to rejoice with or without pants on.)


But a lot has happened since the last little bit of nowhere went up. Mel & I traversed down to Connecticut to visit her family, and all in all, a pleasant time was had by all. Presents were exchanged, swag was discovered at the shopping malls, and for some reason the computer there did not like Blogger for some silly reason.

(You there! Yes, you with the pitchfork and the “Convert to LJ, dammit!” sign! Don’t think I don’t see you lurking there behind that last paragraph!)

More impressive than anything was how uneventful the bus ride there and back was. Due to the less than stellar weather conditions, Mel’s mom insisted we take a bus instead of driving down. (And, given the weather and the price of gas at the time, I have to admit I’m glad we did.) Given how it was late February and a midnight trip to boot, the bus wasn’t cram-packed, and our stop at US customs was surprisingly quick.

(Though I’m chagrined to say I think it’s because everyone on the bus was either caucasian or black, so none of us really fit the racial profile that generates all the red flags with the border patrol these days.)

Not that it surprises anyone, but Canadian customs was rapid-fire and uneventful… beyond one poor lady discovering her suitcase had decided to get off the bus somewhere between New York and the border, even though she was travelling all the way up to Toronto. Oops.

After a day devoted to recuperating, it was back to work. And wouldn’t you know it? The store actually didn’t burn down, explode or render itself a giant hole in the earth during my absence. I’m slightly disappointed by this fact. Yet it was a great relief, since I spent only a few hours tweaking the look of the place, and then found myself with nothing left to do. A significant change after last year, where after being knocked out for a week by Hand, Foot & Mouth, it took me 2-3 days to get the store back to normal.

Fast-forward a few days to last weekend’s gathering for SeanCon/Fedorafest ‘07, wherein anime was watched, ninja girls tried to make babies and I discovered that if yo ever mention you have a dial-up connection, the expressions on other peoples’ faces is akin to you telling them your puppy had leukemia and then got run over by a car. (And hello’s to Jason & Christine, since we missed seeing you guys by an hour or so!)

Following closely on the heels of that was another visit to Brantford, where we got to see Kevin & Donna’s new digs. And witness Gabe enjoying a lot more track to run around on/destroy. Movies were watched, late night runs to Fast Eddie’s were made, and…well I’m sure some sort of eternal, life-affirming lesson was learned somewhere there, but damned if I can remember it.

It probably has something to do with pants. Or maybe avocadoes.

And so that brings you all up to speed on all that has been February-into-March. The store’s quieting down and beyond some annual employee evaluations, there’s little for me to contend with. (Though there’s been a bit of a change with people leaving the store, but that frees up more hours for the rest, which is good since I no longer have to hear them grousing about wanting more shifts.)

Angel Electric is on the verge of being done, and while it’s had to be pushed back a bit, The Project is still moving along at a decent pace with enjoyable results thus far. Now all we need to do is get cracking on the Anime North ‘07 Confic

There’s a few more anecdotes and comments I could make here, mostly relating to avatars and some very cool books I recently discovered (though happily, the two topics are exclusive of each other), but I’ll keep those for future bits of nowhere. Hey, I need something to talk about in order to make it seem like I live a fascinating life, and at best all I’ll probably have to give otherwise is an “ZOMG-300!!” entry over the course of the weekend.

So if you need me, I’ll be donning my codpiece and helmet, and revelling in the Spartan lifestyle. You see, Spartans don’t need to wear pants. Which is probably why they managed to kick as much Persian ass as they did at Thermopile. Note how the Persian soldiers are all wearing some form of pants in the trailer. (Historical accuracies not withstanding, natch.) Now granted, the Spartans did inevitably lose, but they still managed to inflict a lot of damage despite being greatly outnumbered. Again, probably due to their inherent lack of pants.


Today’s Lesson: even if the operators you called and the website you visited 2-3 days ago tell you the bus leaving from Hartford to New York leaves at 8pm, always make sure to recheck departure times on the day you leave. That way, when they suddenly change the time to 7:30pm in an attempt to make you miss your bus, you don’t get stuck at the station until the next day. (Greyhound smegheads…)
posted by Phillip at 5:25 AM