I'll Take Potpourri For $100, Alex

Tuesdays Are Murder

I often wonder if I take on too much. Below is a synopsis of what Tuesday looked like for me.

• 0620 hrs: Alarm goes off. I get up, feeling the circles under my eyes burn.
• 0630 hrs: Hit the shower in a futile attempt to wake myself.
  
• 0700 hrs: Lay down for thirty minutes in an attempt to get a little more rest
• 0730 hrs: Cursing at MY96's idea of quality programming. "Very Exciting and Worth Listening to" is the least accurate description of Chris Savages' DJ abilities.
  
• 0735 hrs: Getting dressed, packing a snack, and reading the headlines of the news.
• 0745 hrs: Mad dash to work in traffic. Cursing at idiot drivers.
  
• 0800 hrs: At work.
  
• 1200 hrs: Driving home for a lunch break
• 1230 hrs: Watching 20 minutes of "Win Ben Stien's Money" in an attempt to make me smile for the first time that day.
  
• 1245 hrs: Cursing at construction zones and backed-up traffic in an attempt to make it back to work on-time.
  
• 1300 hrs: Back at work.
  
• 1700 hrs: Mad dash home for dinner.
  
• 1800 hrs: Loading equipment for Grease rehearsal.
  
• 1815 hrs: Putting fuel in my car so I don't run out of gas on the way to practice.
  
• 1830 hrs: Loading and setting up equipment for Grease rehearsal at the rehearsal studio.
  
• 1900 hrs: Grease rehearsal
• 2130 hrs: Rehearsal finished. Breaking down equipment and loading it into my car. Also being coerced into going to the pub for a beverage with the rest of the cast and crew.
  
• 2200 hrs: At the pub, partying like you never have partied before -- for 20 minutes.
  
• 2220 hrs: Leave the pub and drive across town, find a Kwik-E-Mart to pick up a few groceries, and go home to unload equipment.
  
• 2240 hrs: Home at last, and unwinding with a few beverages before going to sleep.
  
• 0000 hrs: Finally made it to bed. In about six hours I am going to have to go through this again.

It appears that I am a victim of my own demise. I seem to recall something in one of my previous posts about not going into detail about what I did that day. I apologize to those who were bored or offended, but it's my blog; I can write what I like. I just wanted to demonstrate that my days and nights are full. You can probably understand that when I have a night off, all I want to do is as little as possible.

There are a great many things I wanted to discuss in this entry, but I am afraid I am going to have to discuss them in utter brevity. Details will have to wait for other postings.

Beam Me Up, Scottie
The Space Race is underway. Yesterday, the first commercially-funded spacecraft had its first successful flight to the edge of the atmosphere. Scaled Composites' craft, SpaceShip One, traveled to a height of 100 kilometers above the Mojave desert. They have to successfully duplicate the flight within two weeks to clinch the X-Prize. In related news, the DaVinci Project's maiden voyage has been postponed until further notice. The X-Prize may be awarded to Scaled Composites, after all. It has been brought to my attention that in order to develop SpaceShip One, Scaled Composites has had to spend over $20 million dollars for a prize that is only $10 million. Kind of defeats the purpose, no?

Another Canadian Sports Team Goes Yankee

The Montreal Expos are migrating south to Washington DC. Although I am not a fan of baseball, it is saddening to see another major league sports team migrate south of the border. What I found most disheartening about the sale of the team is that last year's attendance record averaged 8000 spectators per game. Only 5000 spectators attended the Expos' final game on Tuesday. I found this unbelievable given 1) a city the size of Montreal, and 2) the capacity of the Olympic Oval. The place must have looked deserted. It was also stated on the Radio that the poor attendance and performance of the team was due to ownership issues. Don't quote me, that's just what I heard on CBC Radio.

Gimme Some of That Black Gold

Imperial Oil is migrating their head office to Calgary. All this likely means is another office tower downtown, more traffic, more smog, and a stronger Alberta economy. That is, until all the oil and gas wells go dry, which will likely happen within 50 years (read about life after the oil crash for doomsday predictions). Then we will be up the creek. In related news, the price of oil hit $50 per barrel, and I expect it is going to stay there for some time.

Buh-Weet Sez: "Wookin' Pu Nub In All Da Wong Pwaces"

The Dating Game is a blog written by EmGee, a thirty-something New Yorker looking for love in a city where there are 4-million Mr. Wrongs. I stumbled on her little blog while surfing the web, and found her writing to be quite entertaining. If you would like an humorous read about dating in the Big Apple, I suggest giving her blog a try.

My eMail Account Does Work!

Surprise, Surprise! I have been contacted by an old friend who stumbled onto my little corner of cyberspace. Getting a message like this made my week. One of the purposes of this blog is to find out who really is out there, interested in my humble life -- and those who manage to identify me. Congratulations! Your $32,000 check is in the mail. It is also post-dated January 1, 2063.