November 3-4, 2000 — People love machines

There's so much that I should've tried to finish on anti-greg for today. But alas, it wasn't meant to be, and I doubt I'll have time to do much more work on the site until after my chemistry test on Friday, which will more than likely not go well. Currently in the works are: a feature on a meat cutter Andrew and I found on Yonge Street; the cast page; a journal highlights page; an improved anti-greg tv with a "static" picture of me to go along with the live pictures of my desk or clock or window; a vastly expanded "about" section; a new discussion board; a server switch; a new set of stickers; 1" pins; and a switch to antigreg.com as the new, more grammatically correct, name for the site. Please, hide your excitement.

Right then. Today I watched movies and went shopping in The Body Shop. I'm not terribly proud of either of these facts.

The day started with me watching Ghost In The Shell on Johnston's computer. This was to pump myself up for the Ghost In The Shell poster that Andrew had picked up for me and that he brought me today. It was definitely worth it, as there is now a crazily-embossed drawing of a naked girl with wires attached all over her body holding a very large gun. I'm hoping someone in residence complains, but I doubt that'll happen since no one actually goes into my room.

Speaking of which, I think relations with the rest of the floor are wearing kind of thin these days. I'm having a hard time dealing with things like being woken up at midnight by the music of Destiny's Child playing so loudly that it could be coming from my stereo, and then having people come out of their rooms to complain to me for listening to music at about two-thirds that volume at 8:00PM at night. It's endlessly frustrating. I can't wait to move out.

So anyways. Andrew and I went downtown because I wanted to go to a piercing place and because he needed pictures of a bum holding a sign for one of his advertising projects. I ended up having a Body Shop antibacterial soap recommended to me, and Andrew ended up paying a homeless person on Yonge Street $5.00 to hold a sign that read, "Can spare $100?" The excitement never stops.

And to prove this fact, we found a meat cutter shortly after giving the homeless person the five-dollar bill. It was karma, no doubt. What else could explain someone having left a perfectly good meat-slicing device on the side of the road? Admittedly, we couldn't plug it in, so we had no reason to think it was perfectly good, but assumptions like these need to be made if one is to justify hauling the damn thing for a half-dozen blocks.

We never quite got it back to our residence room, nor did we realize how filthy it was until we had our photos of it developed. I'll be doing a feature on it as soon as I've some free time; it'll be delightful.

After my adventure with a meat slicer, I watched Falling Down and got little accomplished. I hope my life's never like that of Michael Douglas' character in Falling Down -- I'd be very tempted to have a final day very similar to his if I ended up living that way. I wish there'd been a prom vote for "Most likely to go postal," since I'd've actually been proud to win that one.

I'm in an odd mood. It's as though I'm trying to hide what I'm really thinking about through silly anecdotes and unfunny jokes. And that's probably not far from the truth.

Before today I never got any email from people who'd visited the site. Today I got three. Deep down, I never really thought anti-greg would get to the point at which strangers would have an interest in my life. I guess this proves otherwise. It's going to be an interesting few months -- to have an audience when things start falling apart at the seams will make it that much more exciting and painful.