August 13, 2000 — I certainly hope not

The current anti-greg slogan is, "Is this heaven?" Hence the topic of this journal, which I'll now completely ignore in recounting the events of another day that has left me bored, with a large headache and with arms throbbing in pain from typing.

I got up at 9:00AM to go to the Stittsville Flea Market with Nick and Pat. We were looking for records for Pat and I to play on our radio show on Tuesday morning (9:30AM to 12:00PM -- you'd best be listening) and Atari and Nintendo games with which to steal back a piece of our fading childhoods. To put it melodramatically.

I'll let our (vinyl) purchases be a surprise until Tuesday.

I also found a copy of the G.I. Joe movie at one of the booths for $6, which seemed a good price to me. It is the funniest movie in the world to watch, with homoerotic undertones throughout and a tendency for all the characters on screen to yell, "Go Joe!" at the least appropriate of moments. (Example: Duke and the boys are in a top general's office after some of their team were captured by Cobra; the general reluctantly gives them permission to lead a rescue mission, in spite of the fact that there will be no one to guard a billion-dollar piece of equipment. Everyone in the room immediately gets up and yells, "Go Joe!" and runs (sprints, even) into the hallway of what is supposed to be a Pentagon-like building. Ridiculous.) Not only that, but no one has an adult name. It's as if that when we were kids, we had such difficulty following the concept of given names and surnames that it was necessary to call everyone "Roadblock" or "Avalanche" or some other silly codename.

Anyways, great movie, you should all go and rent it.

After the movie was over (and my parents had returned with the car), I went to work and didn't get a whole lot done. Work continues to be far too demoralizing for me to get enough finished, and I don't know how some of my projects are going to be implemented before I leave, given that IT still hasn't gotten their act together on some things and the translation department is out of town (we can't launch services until they're French and English). There's no one who can take over for me after I'm gone, so basically things are not going to work out well. And I refuse to do anymore work for them after the summer's over until Christmas holidays -- I simply refuse to try and fit them into my schedule with university and whatnot to worry about.

I had a great little paragraph about ravers who don't acknowledge me anymore prepared, but my sister just called to be picked up from her "rock concert," so I guess I'll be going.