005: Well-known rumours

I love Wednesdays.

It's a kinda funny combination of facts that amounts to my appreciation of the so-called "Hump Day" (upon which I have never managed to actually do any humping,) not the least of which is: new comics comes out. Because new comics come out, and because I don't trek down to Grandma's to walk Xena, I trek instead to Comic Connection, which handles all of my comic-buying needs (at shockingly low prices,) and has the convenience of being located in the Kerr-Lakeshore neighbourhood. It's no coincidence that Half-Past was shot just across the road at the intersection of Kerr-Rebecca.

But I leave for the store at 10 or 10:15, and they don't open until 12, which gives me a moment to go grab an Iced Cap (both the greatest and most insidious product ever perpetrated upon the Tim Horton's clientel,) and go sit by the Lake. The pier itself is rarely deserted (as it was last week per the crummy weather, I went anyway,) and today it was populated by some Grade 3-ish kids on a field trip. I was unperturbed and nevertheless took to meditation at the base of the lighthouse, facing eastward to the misty blue Toronto skyline.

Speaking of Toronto, I was in Chapters today as well (unrelated,) and glanced at a book entitled "Why Everyone Hates Toronto." Though I think the city's reputation is a tad unfair, the book makes a convincing argument. Toronto, as a city, is a bit full of itself, and overall quite dry of humour. Besides, there's no point in publishing a book called "Why everybody hates Montreal," because "They're French" is only one sentence.

I passed by the Oakville Lawn Bowling Club as well... it's a funny sport, Lawn Bowling. People in clean while shorts and collared shirts rolling balls at one another from both ends of a trim lawn. In my opinion, Lawn Bowling is a dying sport... mostly because nobody who plays in is under 65, and thus, everybody who plays it will be dead soon.

"She knows me better probably than anyone ever has, and I knew her only as one knows a riddle before hearing the answer." That's an analogy I composed when thinking of a friend of mine today. I expect to use that sometime, which is why I recorded it here.

It's junk season. The garbage has been piling up on my street for about two months and any day now it'll be hauled away by zealous trashmen and scroungers. I remember the jukn days of my youths, from which we took many bike wheels, playsets, office chairs, mattresses, and at least one rope ladder. But people, beware, when you throw out electronics you may be endangering the environment, as microchips do not break down. Many years from now, all those pieces of silicon and wiring will dominate the landscape, until at last the superintelligent technology assimmilates the discarded technology into a mechanical overlord comprised of thousands of old TV's, millions of old keyboards, several computer harddrives, a couple of mattresses and one old hamburger that just wouldn't decompose, encased in styrofoam.

I had some thoughts on banks. Banks provide many of the little "isn't that somethings" that provide comedians with their material. Imagine somebody who sucks up to you and offers to hold your money for you (as if you couldn't keep track of it yourself,) but only on the condition that they could have some. But the more you have, the less they will take and if you have enough, they'll give you more. This is the extent of my understanding of the banks. Beyond taht it all becomes sort of a blivet (or poiuyt).

Oh, also at Chapters was "1,006 Great Things about Being Jewish," which made me laugh, because I met Vanessa's roommate recently, and it seemed as though she'd read that book.

I took Sandman: Endless Nights out from the Library. I was at Central (part of my whole "being on Lakeshore" thing,) and wandering around the Children's section in sort of a curious daze. A woman, noting that I was not the usual sort that made their way down there, asked if I needed help. "Just looking," I told her. "You know this is Children's...?" she asked in that tone that is not spoken as a question. "Yes. I was curious." Indeed, I like children's literature. It's inherently more imaginative than adult literature, and less bogged down by psychology, hamartia, pathos, etc, etc. There's nothing philosophical about "Sideways Stories from Wayside School" and there are few great life lessons to be learned from "Help! I'm Trapped in my Sister's Body" (apart from ones that ought to be obvious,) and this helps many of them just be jolly good reads.

Annyway, I stumbled upon Sandman: Endless Nights, which went missing at (or was checked out from) the White Oaks branch. I was actually shocked, because in the seven stories, I think there are maybe two that don't depict some form of nudity (they're very risque comics, but also very thought-provoking.) It's a shame it's hidden down among the mobiles and puppet shows of the Children's Section. White Oaks got it right for having an official Graphic Novels section. It's significant.

I like this entry. If there was a way for me to save my favourite entries (and there is, just not an ergonomic or relevant one,) this would go up there.

I'm in a good mood. My new medatative phase has really leveled me out.

Hope you find what you're looking for tonight, the stars seem lined up.

Keep on rockin'
-Our Scotto