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Good way to start a morning. Chatted a bit with raspberrysalmon before leaving for the office. The more I talk with that girl, the more I like her. Always good. As per our usual weirdness, we talked about S&M and the muppets in the same sentences, and the intricacies of shipping personal items across international borders. She was grumpy because it's apparently a grey day in Austria, so I started up my webcam and lent her some of the sunlight in my room while I went to take a shower.

Now I'm at the office, clean-shaven, smelling good and in a good mood. Bring on the work!

Oh, found this comic this morning. S'cute:

Today was a semi-productive day. I say semi because I only did half of what I wanted to do. The day started on a very high note, with an empty bladder, a mug of fresh coffee and a slice of mom's apple pie, and a 2h conversation with raspberrysalmon and eniran. Much insanity ensued, some of which will find its way on here in a little bit. When we finally parted ways, eniran came over for chocolate chip pancakes and a trip to ikea. I remembered that I had to get rid of some translation crap for work, but once that was done, we headed off to rona for some tools required to rip chunks out of my kitchen.

Ikea was a bust, as they'd run out of the kitchen island I wanted to get (they'll have it in stock for next weekend). We got back to my place and tried to find the best way to rip out the ugly cramped benches in the breakfast nook. It's a good thing the people who built this apartment were idiots, because otherwise I'd have been in trouble. Their philosophy: why use only one nail when 17 will do? There were nails everywhere, hence the fact that happiness is a strong crowbar. Nothing makes you feel more manly than a hunk of cold-forged steel in your hands!

We got both benches out with a minimum of fuss. Dear lord, could there be more paint?!?! Now I know that it's a tradition in Montreal to just slap a fresh coat of pain on top of the old one every few years, but geez, there was a good 3-4 mm of paint holding those things to the walls. That might not sound much, but that's close to half a centimeter, and yes, that's a lot of paint. I'm going to have to do some post-op work though. Ripping out all of those nails left holes in the walls, and I'm going to have to fill that with some plaster. I'm also going to have to sand down the edges where the old paint met the benches because there's a significant height difference because of all that paint. All in all though, it won't be that bad, and now we don't have the ugly benches :D

Feel free to skip some questions, but I'm curious about most of 'em :D

1. Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
2a. What kind of friends are we? Acquaintance, good, best?
3. When and how did we meet?
4. How have I affected you?
5. What do you think of me?
6. What's the fondest memory you have of me?
6a. What's the worst memory you have of me?
7. How long do you think we will be friends?
8. Do you love me?
9. Do you have a crush on me?
10. Would you kiss me?
11. Would you hug me?
12. Physically, what stands out, good and bad?
13. Emotionally, what stands out, good and bad?
14. What do you wish was different about me?
15. On a scale of 1-10, how hot am I?
16. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
17. Am I loveable?
18. Do you admire me, and if so, what for?
19. Describe me in one word.
20. What was your first impression?
21. Do you still think that way about me now?
22. What do you think my weakness are?
22a. What do you think my strengths are?
23. Do you think I'll get married one day?
24. What makes me happy?
25. What makes me sad?
26. What reminds you of me?
27. If you could give me anything what would it be?
29. How well do you know me?
29. When's the last time you saw me?
30. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't, and if so, what?
31. Do you think I could kill someone?
32. Do you think our friendship is getting stronger/weaker/or staying the same?
33. Do you feel that you could talk to me about anything and I would listen?

I took a quiz online. It was called the good taste test. Here's the result:

You are an idiot. It doesn't necessarily mean you have extremely bad taste, it might just mean you are extremely ignorant.

Now I'm sorry, but that pisses me off. Yes, I know it's just a silly internet quiz, but it's the logic behind it. The you-don't-have-the-same-taste-as-me-so-you're-wrong attitude.

Well screw you too!

Well, I just got back home. Had a drink with eniran, cause she was feeling a bit blue, then went to dinner with Michel. I was supposed to meet the new lady in his life, but life happened while we were making plans and she had to cancel. Ate an obscene amount of really excellent sushi (I hadn't eaten all day and I was starving), then went back to Hurleys for some booze.

Talked a lot with Michel, it felt good to get some stuff off my chest. The more I talk to the guy, the more I realize just how important he is to me. I'm glad he's happy in love. Couldn't happen to a better guy. Went back to the office to get my laptop (and incidentally, show him a picture of raspberrysalmon). He agrees with me that she's quite beautiful, but those pants have got to go :D Played frisbee in the office for a bit (yes, there's a frisbee in my office – it's a long story) and then we headed off for a walk and our weekly game of count the hookers^†. He won. There were 5 (though that last one is debatable).

Took a cab home, and now I'm off to bed.

Nighty night.

† The rules of count the hookers are simple. We predict how many hookers we're going to spot while walking on Ste-Catherine, between St-Laurent and Berry. Whoever's closest wins bragging rights.

I'm not sleeping well.

Again, last night, I woke up at 4:30, heart racing, because of nightmares. They're becoming a regular, yet unwanted, occurrence in my sleep. Last night was a doozie, influenced by the D&D quest I'm playing with the boys. I always only remember vague images when I wake up, but while I'm there, they're crisp, vivid and really disturbing. Last night's involved skulking around a very claustrophobic room, trying to go to the bathroom (why, I don't know). For reasons I can't fathom, old coworkers and old friends were there, barring the way. There there was the bit where PO was playing dentist on my back molars, and I woke up in a flash when the pain hit. Niiiiice. Aren't dreams normally supposed to be a reflection of things in your life? Your brain ordering thoughts from short term storage to long term memory? I'd really like to know what the heck is going on though, because I”m really tired of waking up at ungodly hours of the night and being so tense that my shoulders are always painful and sore. Bleh.

The only good dream I had, that I can still vaguely remember, was winning the lottery and meeting up with Tia in Scotland. Now considering that she lives in Vienna, I can't explain Scotland save to say that I've always wanted to go there. Prophetic dream? We'll find out in a few days, as I bought a 6/49 quick pick last night before going to see the boys.

Anyway, I actually need to get some work done today, so I might as well get cracking.

http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&cid=2026&e=6&u=/latimests/20040513/ts_latimes/densematterindeed

Fav quotes from the article:

Not only is it hard to stay current, but the leaps in technology can be scary, said Bruce Alberts, president of the National Academy of Sciences. “We have to help the public deal with these things,” he said. “Otherwise you have people living in fear of their hair dryer, of their cellphone causing cancer, of drinking their tap water.”

[…] more than 80% of U.S. adults still are not knowledgeable enough to digest a science story in a major newspaper[…]

the doctor says, “big breaths” – the girl answers, “yeth, and i'm only thikthteen!”
…courtesy of Tia.

Edit: Unrelated to the topic at hand, but for the record, this is my 7th post of the day, marking a record for the most LJ entries in one day. Yay me!

Writing software specs is boring beyond belief.

That is all.

Ladies, I think this one's a winner as well. It's called Sexy Losers. It's wrong, but so funny :)