I have spent the past few days walking in circles downtown between Bay Street and Spadina, for various enterprises  Now don't get me wrong, I'm a big fan of the area but its damn hot outside and I'm plumb tuckered out.  Luckily my efforts haven't been fruitless as I have acquired some essential items (a birth certificate should arrive on Friday and I have a library card and a big stack of books and comics and another miracle of technology I will address shortly) as well as some nonessential Chinatown purchases. (a $2.50 t-shirt and a stomach full of Vietnamese subs).  I also came back everyday soaking like sweat looking not unlike a glazed sack of potatoes. 
I also have a new love in my life: text messaging.  My job requires I get a cell phone so I finally took the plunge yesterday.  Now, I've never been against cellular phones or as us users ,simply call, them "cells" but its just that I've never particularly needed one.  Now that I did, I happily jumped on the bandwagon, and upon joining that boisterous ranks I discovered what had been void in my life: the sending and receiving of short written messages from ANYWHERE (except the subway).  Last night I was on the streetcar and I got a message from my brother in Vancouver! It's miraculous.  Not only that, but it helps so in passing the line, today for instance I sent a typed  a message to my brother from the lineup in the grocery store all the way to VANCOUVER! 
Needless to say, it has been very handy in txting things to Vancouver. (Note to Saddam: you would have a much better time in the bush if you had a cell.
Cell's are also great because everything you use them for are things you can do with other things, except in shorthand.  And shorthand is much better for people on the go, like myself.
In conclusion, text me: 647-834-ERIC(3742)

My impression of our phone when I need it for prospective employers returning my calls and the scheduled date for a lengthy phone interview I'm conducting, also note the bill arrived yesterday which was promptly paid within a few hours of receiving it:
*ahem*
 "fuck you!"

ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Things that Are Bullshit Vol. 1

-My continuing unemployment
-How long it took to cook chicken last night
-The discontinuation of Vanilla Coke
-The fact that my brother hogged all the moustache genes:

-York University's payroll department
-NAFTA
-chaffing
-internet routers
-Smashing Pumpkin prices to see the Hives

-most of Europe

Things that Aren't bullshit
-"There is only one known picture in which [Henrik] Ibsen smiles."
-Harry Dean Stanton
-admittedly most things

Book Club Report:
Book club went pretty well although I'm staggered by own inarticulateness when engaged in conversation with smarter people then myself.   I'm much more suited to talk to babies/dogs/machines...much like a computer.  It had also never occurred to me that Breakfast of Champions may not stand as well on its own as I have only read it after reading a great deal of Kurt Vonnegut's other work. Umm...ehhhhh....
ETC.

Hey internet

Finally everyone is moved in and things are beginning to feel more stable.  Having ones own settled room is very grounding.   Because of promises made to subletters I am spending the summer in Mike G’s room, which I must say is pretty sweet with an adjacent bathroom and roof access.  Needless to say, I having been getting quite a bit of use out of both. 

One of the best things about this house is the endless amount of places to read.  Today alone I have been enjoying a novel on my bed, on the front porch, in the parlor and on the roof.  What a delight!

Yeah, so today was bit of relaxing day, which after a very busy and strange week was what I needed.  I slept in,  ate a grilled cheese sandwich, installed some bathroom fixtures, read, played Nintendo and other similar lollygagging enterprises.  At one point,  I was also bought a ice cream cone from the ice cream truck and it was pretty damn delicious.

Wild times, I know.  I’m also very close to having my new thing ready to go.  Although its not very big, or new, I hope it will get my juices flowing because I’ve been in a bit of slump lately (as evident by this entry).  I’m also wondering if anyone is still reading the old livejournal anymore?  

Hmmm *peers  screen*

Frankly lately, I’d rather just talk to people. I should bring back entertaining essays…

I can’t think of anything more interesting to say, maybe I’ll go to bed.

Whenever people ask me what I was, as in historically, I would always respond "Mennonite." The questioner would then give me a very puzzled look.  Knowing what was coming next, something along the lines of “do you have electricity?” I would then quickly add “I’m not Amish!”
    Wellllll, it turns out I am, actually, Amish. It seems both sides of family were Amish historically, who only rejoined the greater Mennonite church later this century. Nevertheless, ethnically, I’m Amish.    BADASS.
    I can’t believe my parents didn’t tell me this sooner.  It’s like discovering you have irrelevant superpowers. 
    In conclusion I wonder if I’m eligible for some sort of a grant.

PS> Mike G, you’re probably Amish too, cousin Sean seems to think so.
PPS> Which would mean Dudenshire is half Amish, therefore we should rename it “New Intercourse”