Gather 'round, young 'uns, and hear the legend... of the Nexus of Unproductivity.
One 'pon a time, I shared a house north of downtown with my wife and two of our friends. Three years ago today, all four of us went our separate ways. I, living on my own for the first time, chose to settle in our former area, the fabled downtown locale of Mission. Found me a decent place, affordable, still partially furnished, even, and settled in to begin this new phase of my life.
Understand that I absolutely hated this new phase of my life. I'd separated from my wife, I'd taken a $6 pay cut to get the hell away from the 16-screen theatre I'd been running for the last two months... I really don't know how I would've made it were it not for one thing. You see, one building over from my new place was one of my very best friends, the Video Vulture. And directly across the alley was one of my other very best friends, once-and-possibly-future-member JDRook. We formed a triangle of various geekeries that we named... the Nexus of Unporductivity. When we get together, nothing can start us.
Video Vulture's place was known as the Nest, home of the Pile... the greatest stack of movies any of us have ever witnessed. Mine was the Pit, home of the Nexus' only cable television and many, many comic books. And across the alley was... the House Where JDRook Lives. It didn't really get a nickname and we never really spent much time there on account of his, like, 50 housemates.
We'd gather, watch movies or endless television, take the quizes in British film magazines, and do the legendary Nexus Taco Nights... Danny brings the meat, the Vulture cooks, and JDRook... gets glared at for not contributing until he gets his ass up to fetch us some cola.
It's been a few years now... the House Where JDRook Lives was torn down for condos, the construction of which makes getting out of my parking space to go to work more trouble than it ought to be. JDRook's on the road again, stage managing a fringe play called Smile 'Til You Die. Coming soon to Toronto, then out to the praries. With him gone, the Nexus threatened to shrink into the Diad of Film Geekery, but yesterday we moved in a new occupant. The Nexus is now more of a line than a triangle, but we're glad to have her. Even if hauling her damn couch up a windy staircase has done bad things to my wrist and lodged a splinter of something in my finger. Ah, I'll dig it out at work, nothing else worth doing today. The funny thing of it is, she's in the exact same position I was when I arrived those 3 long years ago. Well, the Nexus pulled me through the darkest time in my life... reckon we're ready to do it again.
Next time on "Danny G talks too much," I do believe New Ideas for a New Century returns, 'cause I've got some things to mutter about. See some of y'all tonight at Hi Fi, and Happy Canada Day!
-Danny G
"I'm Canadian, actually. It's like an American, but without a gun."
-Dave Foley
One 'pon a time, I shared a house north of downtown with my wife and two of our friends. Three years ago today, all four of us went our separate ways. I, living on my own for the first time, chose to settle in our former area, the fabled downtown locale of Mission. Found me a decent place, affordable, still partially furnished, even, and settled in to begin this new phase of my life.
Understand that I absolutely hated this new phase of my life. I'd separated from my wife, I'd taken a $6 pay cut to get the hell away from the 16-screen theatre I'd been running for the last two months... I really don't know how I would've made it were it not for one thing. You see, one building over from my new place was one of my very best friends, the Video Vulture. And directly across the alley was one of my other very best friends, once-and-possibly-future-member JDRook. We formed a triangle of various geekeries that we named... the Nexus of Unporductivity. When we get together, nothing can start us.
Video Vulture's place was known as the Nest, home of the Pile... the greatest stack of movies any of us have ever witnessed. Mine was the Pit, home of the Nexus' only cable television and many, many comic books. And across the alley was... the House Where JDRook Lives. It didn't really get a nickname and we never really spent much time there on account of his, like, 50 housemates.
We'd gather, watch movies or endless television, take the quizes in British film magazines, and do the legendary Nexus Taco Nights... Danny brings the meat, the Vulture cooks, and JDRook... gets glared at for not contributing until he gets his ass up to fetch us some cola.
It's been a few years now... the House Where JDRook Lives was torn down for condos, the construction of which makes getting out of my parking space to go to work more trouble than it ought to be. JDRook's on the road again, stage managing a fringe play called Smile 'Til You Die. Coming soon to Toronto, then out to the praries. With him gone, the Nexus threatened to shrink into the Diad of Film Geekery, but yesterday we moved in a new occupant. The Nexus is now more of a line than a triangle, but we're glad to have her. Even if hauling her damn couch up a windy staircase has done bad things to my wrist and lodged a splinter of something in my finger. Ah, I'll dig it out at work, nothing else worth doing today. The funny thing of it is, she's in the exact same position I was when I arrived those 3 long years ago. Well, the Nexus pulled me through the darkest time in my life... reckon we're ready to do it again.
Next time on "Danny G talks too much," I do believe New Ideas for a New Century returns, 'cause I've got some things to mutter about. See some of y'all tonight at Hi Fi, and Happy Canada Day!
-Danny G
"I'm Canadian, actually. It's like an American, but without a gun."
-Dave Foley
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rin:
hey, email or not, i like reading about you.
whitewidow:
I don't mind being single...seems to bother everyone else around me more 