It’s 2009, do you know where your millenium is?

I can barely believe this is the final year of the 00’s.

I remember the excitement and denouement of 1999,
the anticipation of Y2K,
the ‘yawn’ when it didn’t happen.

I remember 9/11,
the SARS outbreak,
the blackout of 2003.

I remember my disappointment during George Bush’s first term,
and the subsequent disbelief at his second,
but I also remember my relief at Obama’s win.

I remember our bullshit minority governments with a little more venom than I wish to publish today.

I just hope I remember to blink when the second decade of the 21st century begins!

Grow/n/ing Up

I got bored today and decided to reminisce and pour through old journal entries from the summer of 2005 to January 1st of 2006, approximately three years ago. And what did I learn?

A lot can happen in three years.

I graduated, I moved (3 times) I started and ended more jobs than I can even recall, I dated, I didn’t date, I met new people, I got a new boyfriend, I got a cat, I got ANOTHER cat. But those are things where I benefited, other things have happened too.

I lost one friend, I lost another, wash, rinse and repeat yet again. Although not to death or distance, (well, emotionally) they kept dropping like flies. How were the people who I called my best and brightest, those who made life worth living and helped me realize this when times were grim, walk out on me so?

Spending the past few months mulling about my most recent loss, I’ve realized it has nothing to do with me, in a good and bad way. It’s not personal, it’s not an attack or a reflection of my affection or friendship, just their way of coping with their own stress and tendencies. Maybe I was too good, too attentive, too there for them to deal with.

Or maybe, just maybe, they were jealous? I guess I’m not to know.

But also? I surprise myself.

Instead of feeling sad and remorseful, reading these exultations of my ‘best’ friends who have come and gone, instead I pity them for losing me as a friend.

Because, as with 2009 on the horizon, a new year, I think I’m actually going to become quite awesome.

Updates and Musings

Sometimes my cat makes the best poses where she looks like a broken ragdoll, legs askew, tail slightly up, head slightly twisted, she looks like she’s broken her neck and she STILL looks adorable. Except she moves EVERY time I try to take a picture, like right now. So instead I try to describe the vision for others to see.

I’m possibly getting another cat on the weekend, so we’ll see if she continues being cute or degenerates into a fluffy monster for the next few weeks. I’m gingerly expecting a present on my pillow or in my shoe (not the shoes!) once this happens.

I’ve been writing up a storm at blogTO and while my experiment in writing for a month certainly didn’t go badly, the fact that I never even typed up a conclusion makes it a failed attempt on my behalf. As it goes, there are actually days I do NOT even check my email lately. It’s freeing and slightly weird at the same time. I feel my world is changing slightly, not sure how, but this is one sign of it.

Looking to see more concerts and shows in the future, lately I’ve had the luck of seeing the opening night at the TSO, as well as the COC dress rehearsal of War and Peace, with Don Giovanni later. But I’m itching for a good old fashioned show, such as You Say Party, We Say Die! at Wrongbar in a few weeks. Hopefully I’ll swing by.

One of these days I’ll upload my nuit blanche photos. But not today.

Instead, you get a moment of zen, courtesy of cuteoverload.

Day 26: This Week in Film and Comedy Tonight!

So I set up a post for This Week in Film, movies movies movies! Really, read it, take advice, go forth and prosper!

Kathy Griffin was at Massey Hall tonight and I came to the sad realization that all of her act tonight was based off of reality tv. Literally, you cannot keep up with Kathy Griffin unless you are as much as a slut to the television as she is. Twenty minutes about one moment on American Idol where Paula…fucks up. Yeah. 10 minutes about The Hills…uhhh, ok. She’s not funny anymore and it makes me wish Mitch Hedberg were still alive..

Sometimes reality is oh so much better than fiction. Woman calls POLICE because her Burger King burger wasn’t made to her satisfaction. My favourite quote?

Dispatcher (incredulously): “Ma’am, we’re not going to go down there and enforce your Bacon Western Cheese Burger”

Crazy Mom (irate): “Then what am I supposed to do!?”

Post-a-day-count: 20

Day 25: The Film Club

I’m retroactively counting this as August 7th, as I fell asleep before I could accomplish anything computer related!

On Wednesday I plowed through the biographical novel, The Film Club, which follows a father who allows his teenage son, struggling with school, to drop out, making two conditions; no drugs and he must watch several movies a week with his father.

The father himself is David Gilmour, a film writer and former film critic who is as much struggling with his own identity in his 50s as his son is, in his teens. The tale is read cautiously from the fathers end, always particular to say the right thing to his son, to ensure independence in his child and offering advice rather than complicity. Not all parents can offer that type of sensitivity to their child, and it effected me greatly.

Obviously the film knowledge and history this kid gained was something to be said for, many of the films he saw when he was 16 I did not see until much later in university. Later in the book, a telling conversation with the kid, Jesse, really shows how far these ‘Afternoon at the Movies’ with his father really developed his self esteem, giving him something he can really be an expert in.

Something else that grabbed me was the family situation. Divorced parents working close together to raise their son, divorced parents who approve of each others life decisions and still care for each other deeply is not something you find very often. It’s not perfect and I’m sure there were times when it was far from it, but it seemed stable, and I couldn’t help but take hope in it.

Check out some more reviews and see for yourself.

Post-a-day-count: 19