Thursday, March 27, 2008

Beating prolificacy

I think it's safe to say that I've finally got that damned blogging monkey off my back. I feel bad admitting this, or, rather, I feel that I should feel bad admitting this, but over my hitherto month-long blogging hiatus I have had no desire to write anything.

There are still thoughts. Little tiny electrical currents still flow through my skull (that's all a thought is, according to one of those film strips [Cripes. Remember film strips? I really am old] they showed to us in sixth grade when our science teacher was absent and a sub was sent in to do little more than assure we didn't burn the place down), but I haven't really felt like sharing them.

I still don't, actually.

Oh, we were cool

A quote from me, age 12:

"Yeah, but I liked Metallica better when Jimi Hendrix was their lead guitarist."

I can't ever decide which I like more about that quote: that Eric bought it; or that I didn't know I was totally full of shit in saying it.

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Happy Birthday AC!

This is my old friend AC. Her favourite hobby is stealing babies. I'm not entirely comfortable with this behaviour, I'll admit; but, really, who am I to judge? I can no more disown her than I can my white grandmother.

When I refer to AC as an "old friend," I mean that I have known her for a long time -- not that she is actually old. We knew each other in high school, which, for our friends in the Home Nations, is something different than what you call high school. High school in the United States generally encompasses those terrible wonderful years from age 14 to 18. Terrible in a wonderful way; wonderful in a terrible way. Like the strange ecstasy that comes from diarrhoea.

AC's locker was next to mine for those four years. Shoulder to shoulder for four years, on average seeing each other 30 minutes a day, five days a week. Roughly, that works out to 300 hours spent in close contact over the course of our high school experience -- 12.5 days. Easily longer than any number of romantic relationships I've had.

Anyway, today -- March 20 -- is her birthday. AC is 32 years young.

I am able to recall AC's birthday, despite my shockingly poor memory, because she and I were born on exactly the same day.