July 3, 2000 — More empty promises

Today's moment: I'd just left a 97 bus bound for Kanata and was walking to my car; it felt like the sky was a split-second away from letting loose and drowning the earth in rain, but couldn't quite manage to bring itself to do it. Instead, the air was filled with something too thick to be a mist and too thin to be anything else. I immediately imagined the thick mist of tropical waterfalls, and the blue skys and lush, green forests that accompany them. I closed my eyes as I crossed the street and pictured these things, all memories stolen from books, as the furthest I've ever been from home was my weekend in New York with my family in March. Then I reached the parking lot and returned to the asphalt and the haze and the fact that I was only there because I had to learn Cascading Style Sheets and brush up on JavaScript for Monday. A bit of anti-climactic, hmm?

I at least found the books I'd been looking for yeaterday. It's very convenient to be learning/re-learning these computer languages for work as I can incorporate them into what I'm doing on anti-greg, so everybody wins. I'm hoping to have all things anti-greg fixed up by the end of the week, but we'll see. I've so much work to do still...

I've yet to make the BV3-related phone calls I keep meaning to make. I'm going to probably have to call Grand Royal after I talk to Bran Man, to ask for all the art from the album on disk; this will be my big chance to get a taste of the tedium behind the music industry. Whoo. (But I am dying to hear the new album. Three years to wait is a long time...)

I'm getting sleepy, so I don't think I can last much longer at this. However, my one other observation: today, for no apparent reason, people took a far larger interest in my "Smoking sucks" shirt than they ever have before, on all other occasions I'd worn it combined. Prior to today, I think the biggest comment I'd received about it was, "They should put that on cigarette packs, that'd clear out the teenage smoking population." (I suggested the warning "Your parents used to think smoking was cool, too.") But today, I was getting glared at left and right; one guy, caught up in the joys of literacy, read the words out loud as he walked by, and then notified his girlfriend of the slogan, at which point they both glared at me and shook their heads in disapproval. I smiled back. I mean, it's not as though I'm telling them they can't smoke, I'm just trying to sneak my opinion into an ocean of contradictory opinions from people my age. I'm hoping that someone will try and argue with me on this one, it would be fun to hear a someone trying to insist that smoking is, in fact, a wonderful thing to do.