Well, the surgery went well, the surgeon is really happy with how things went, and my father seems lucid, comfortable, and looks really good. Everything seems promising, and it was a tremendous relief to spend a few days with him and see that he was doing well.
My TO trip was otherwise uneventful. It's amazing how something like this just saps your drive to do anything but sleep. We had dinner at a few nice places, and I did a wee bit of musical running around, and that's about it.
And holy shit, kids - you should have seen the skyline on the drive home. A storm was just coming in against a sunset that was painting all the clouds in the sky a brilliant glowing red just as I hit the Gardiner. For all my apprehension about navigating the mean streets of downtown to get back on the highway, it actually turned out to be a sublime moment.
I was pretty pissed off at the guitar shop, though. I brought my ailing baby in, after having the owner of the freaking store confirm with me that they could in fact service Parker guitars, only to be told that they didn't have a schematic and they couldn't get replacement parts from Parker and any replacement parts they got from other vendors would change the functionality of the guitar and they could never find the right paint and even if they could they wouldn't repair the finish and basically fuck me. Oh, and it would be four weeks before they could even think about not knowing how to not fix my guitar.
I was livid. I'll probably call Parker on Monday and explain the problem and see what would be involved with respect to simply shipping the guitar to them. It's a bigger pain in the ass, but I suspect it would be done properly, at least.
Sigh.
I then went and treated myself to this little bad boy and it sounds absolutely gorgeous. I can't wait to use it on absolutely everything.
Thursday, I met up with an old and very dear friend for lunch, and my mom and I took a brief whirl through the Eaton Centre. I picked up Fight Club, ecause I've been hearing a lot about the author lately and figured I'd give him a whirl. I remember being decidedly unimpressed with the movie when I first saw it, and I have to say the book didn't wow me either (although I did breeze through it in one easy sitting, and that was a good sign). But I tend to get obsessive about these things and I wound up purchasing the DVD at lunch today to give it a second spin. I loved it.
I still think the big plot twist is too gimmicky, but this second viewing was simply fantastic. It seemed to bear no resemblance at all to the film I vaguely remembered watching a few years ago. It was gripping. It was gorgeously shot. I wonder if it's a revamped extended director's cut euro megamix or something.
Meh.
For anybody curious about those arcade machines, there was an uber-sexy Ultimate Mortal Kombat 3 that my friend bought, and if the guy still has that Mortal Kombat 1 cabinet on Monday, I may have to treat myself.
I'll let you know.
Then it's into yet another hobby that I can't afford - but it's all good, right?
Or is the first rule of nerd club that you don't talk about nerd club?
Have a great weekend. That's an order.
Update: I just got back in from seeing Fahrenheit 911. Words fail me. Just go see it.
My TO trip was otherwise uneventful. It's amazing how something like this just saps your drive to do anything but sleep. We had dinner at a few nice places, and I did a wee bit of musical running around, and that's about it.
And holy shit, kids - you should have seen the skyline on the drive home. A storm was just coming in against a sunset that was painting all the clouds in the sky a brilliant glowing red just as I hit the Gardiner. For all my apprehension about navigating the mean streets of downtown to get back on the highway, it actually turned out to be a sublime moment.
I was pretty pissed off at the guitar shop, though. I brought my ailing baby in, after having the owner of the freaking store confirm with me that they could in fact service Parker guitars, only to be told that they didn't have a schematic and they couldn't get replacement parts from Parker and any replacement parts they got from other vendors would change the functionality of the guitar and they could never find the right paint and even if they could they wouldn't repair the finish and basically fuck me. Oh, and it would be four weeks before they could even think about not knowing how to not fix my guitar.
I was livid. I'll probably call Parker on Monday and explain the problem and see what would be involved with respect to simply shipping the guitar to them. It's a bigger pain in the ass, but I suspect it would be done properly, at least.
Sigh.
I then went and treated myself to this little bad boy and it sounds absolutely gorgeous. I can't wait to use it on absolutely everything.
Thursday, I met up with an old and very dear friend for lunch, and my mom and I took a brief whirl through the Eaton Centre. I picked up Fight Club, ecause I've been hearing a lot about the author lately and figured I'd give him a whirl. I remember being decidedly unimpressed with the movie when I first saw it, and I have to say the book didn't wow me either (although I did breeze through it in one easy sitting, and that was a good sign). But I tend to get obsessive about these things and I wound up purchasing the DVD at lunch today to give it a second spin. I loved it.
I still think the big plot twist is too gimmicky, but this second viewing was simply fantastic. It seemed to bear no resemblance at all to the film I vaguely remembered watching a few years ago. It was gripping. It was gorgeously shot. I wonder if it's a revamped extended director's cut euro megamix or something.
Meh.
For anybody curious about those arcade machines, there was an uber-sexy Ultimate Mortal Kombat 3 that my friend bought, and if the guy still has that Mortal Kombat 1 cabinet on Monday, I may have to treat myself.
I'll let you know.
Then it's into yet another hobby that I can't afford - but it's all good, right?
Or is the first rule of nerd club that you don't talk about nerd club?
Have a great weekend. That's an order.
Update: I just got back in from seeing Fahrenheit 911. Words fail me. Just go see it.
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I saw it this afternoon (full confession: I'm firmly on the left and a longtime fan of Moore) and thought it was outstanding.
Sighs
I do want to see it but I don't want to pay for it.. Every cent of that film is a cent to helping that issue swapping leno looking kerry to the whitehouse.. I mean I'm really wanting to see it but gigi will not go and I understand her reasons.. Besides contary to popular belief I'm not a republican.. Independant here with mostly Conservitive viewpoints.. I believe the war in iraq was justified.. I know that the war on terror will go on for years.. People don't remember but W did tell the nation that it would last years.. I believe in republicans on fiscal issues.. I believe in the death penalty.. Why should people who have worked to be rich be taxed more????.. WHAT IS SO BAD ABOUT MAKING MONEY? .. Iiberal???? Equal rights for everyone. ( gay marriage) When W became verbal about how marriage should be between a man and women I have to admit he pissed me off. Oh yeah... I'm pro choice.. I'm against affivemative action.. I understand 40, 30 even 20 years ago but not now.. Get this.. Most people who are against abortions are pro death penalty.. Most who are against the death penalty are pro choice.. So I'm independant.. .. Your from Cananda right?
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