Today was the first relaxing day I've had in weeks. Even with the G20 cleanup and the few remaining protests happening, I went to work, and for the first time in 2 days I smiled. Everything at work was busy as usual, and I had some rush stuff pop up, but I still made it through without really feeling hassled. I think it may be a little bit before I really feel stressed again after this weekend.
I'm looking forward to dinner and a movie with my friend and sister tomorrow. I rarely go out, so nights like this are totally fun for me, they feel almost decadent. I think an evening like this is just what the doctor ordered. Hey, you know what would help with this? Field Trip Tickets! *Hint hint Ryan and the PRS*
Monday, June 28, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
G20 continued to keep the city in fear
Well, the G20 summit is now over, but the after effects will take quite a while to repair. From what I understand, many people are still being detained by the police, but the majority of the madness seems to have subsided. It feels like, for the first time in 2 days, I can breathe.
This has been an experience that I never want to live through again, but also one that has opened my eyes to things that as a Canadian, I have never seen before. I have never witnessed rioting like this before, cars being set aflame, people just randomly throwing bottles at police. For a large portion of the weekend, I felt like I was living in war zone. Many of us may not be the nicest people ever, but overall, Canadians are very peaceful.
Today, even though things were calmer and a little more quiet, when I walked 2 blocks to the drug store, everyone I passed on the street had an air of nervousness about them. It was like everyone was just waiting to duck out of the way or waiting for the crowds of people to engulf them. For a Sunday, in the downtown core, the place was almost deserted. The only word I can think of to describe it was eerie.
With the summit over, things should return to normal tomorrow, but will they? So many people are angry at the way the police handled the situation or at the attacks the actual city suffered, I can't imagine that things will be normal for a while. Even knowing that the worst is behind us, I still feel like we are a city living in fear. How much longer will we feel this way? I wish I knew.
This has been an experience that I never want to live through again, but also one that has opened my eyes to things that as a Canadian, I have never seen before. I have never witnessed rioting like this before, cars being set aflame, people just randomly throwing bottles at police. For a large portion of the weekend, I felt like I was living in war zone. Many of us may not be the nicest people ever, but overall, Canadians are very peaceful.
Today, even though things were calmer and a little more quiet, when I walked 2 blocks to the drug store, everyone I passed on the street had an air of nervousness about them. It was like everyone was just waiting to duck out of the way or waiting for the crowds of people to engulf them. For a Sunday, in the downtown core, the place was almost deserted. The only word I can think of to describe it was eerie.
With the summit over, things should return to normal tomorrow, but will they? So many people are angry at the way the police handled the situation or at the attacks the actual city suffered, I can't imagine that things will be normal for a while. Even knowing that the worst is behind us, I still feel like we are a city living in fear. How much longer will we feel this way? I wish I knew.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
G20, the beginning of the end of Toronto
Today, as a result of the world leaders invading my city (I say invading because we didn't vote for this) I have lived through my first day of terror, in my own neighborhood. I live about 3 blocks from the G8 summit, to my right, and 8 blocks from the G20 summit, to my left. I literally feel like I am caught in the eye of a tornado or something.
Watching the news, I've become disappointed in my fellow Torontonians, but I also understand that a lot of these people have come to my city with the intent to take part in this craziness. People protest for their right to do something, how does that turn into chaos? Why do people have to cause destruction to prove their point?
The destruction that I have witnessed around me today is astounding! There have been police cars set on fire (4 in fact), riots, looting, and police officers have been assaulted with bottles and other things. I walked to the bank, 2 blocks away, and I was hit in the gut with a feeling I can't describe. It was like my "spidysense" was tingling. Something feels like it is coming, but I have no idea what.
I've walked the streets that are under attack many times, my favourite and most frequented shops are right there. It really hits home to see them broken and battered on the TV screen. As I wonder how long it will take to put the city back together, I can't help but wonder who thought this summit would be a good idea?
Still one more day to go....they better get something good out of this for all it has cost us.
Watching the news, I've become disappointed in my fellow Torontonians, but I also understand that a lot of these people have come to my city with the intent to take part in this craziness. People protest for their right to do something, how does that turn into chaos? Why do people have to cause destruction to prove their point?
The destruction that I have witnessed around me today is astounding! There have been police cars set on fire (4 in fact), riots, looting, and police officers have been assaulted with bottles and other things. I walked to the bank, 2 blocks away, and I was hit in the gut with a feeling I can't describe. It was like my "spidysense" was tingling. Something feels like it is coming, but I have no idea what.
I've walked the streets that are under attack many times, my favourite and most frequented shops are right there. It really hits home to see them broken and battered on the TV screen. As I wonder how long it will take to put the city back together, I can't help but wonder who thought this summit would be a good idea?
Still one more day to go....they better get something good out of this for all it has cost us.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
The day Toronto didn't stand still...
Well, today was an exciting day all around. Not only was today Joss Whedon's birthday, the King of Buffy, Angel, Firefly and Dollhouse, but it was the first time I ever experienced an earthquake. Of the two, I must say I prefer to party with my Browncoat buddies than go through another quake.
I was sitting at reception, watching Paranormal State (I know, the timing) and telling a co worker about the next Field Trip when the phone rang. I answered and I felt my chair begin to move. I really thought it was my co worker teasing me and making fun of the fact that I don't scare easily, but when I turned to give him crap after getting off the phone, he wasn't there and the chair still shook. At this point I thought maybe, just maybe, the episode was wigging me out a little, until another co worker called to ask if I had felt anything.
I realized that it was an earthquake, and Twittered immediately as I have never been through one. My friends responded kindly with messages asking if I was okay. Man, I love these guys! After assuring everyone I was fine and reiterating the event, I sat back to revel in the enormity of it. I experienced an earthquake! In Toronto! I never expected to be able to say that.
Wow, Mother Nature must have a slight case of PMS with the mood swings she is raging over the world. Lady, try some Midol, it may help save the world.
I was sitting at reception, watching Paranormal State (I know, the timing) and telling a co worker about the next Field Trip when the phone rang. I answered and I felt my chair begin to move. I really thought it was my co worker teasing me and making fun of the fact that I don't scare easily, but when I turned to give him crap after getting off the phone, he wasn't there and the chair still shook. At this point I thought maybe, just maybe, the episode was wigging me out a little, until another co worker called to ask if I had felt anything.
I realized that it was an earthquake, and Twittered immediately as I have never been through one. My friends responded kindly with messages asking if I was okay. Man, I love these guys! After assuring everyone I was fine and reiterating the event, I sat back to revel in the enormity of it. I experienced an earthquake! In Toronto! I never expected to be able to say that.
Wow, Mother Nature must have a slight case of PMS with the mood swings she is raging over the world. Lady, try some Midol, it may help save the world.
An interesting friendship has emerged
After talking the last couple of days with a friend I made on the Field Trip, I am surprised to find myself +1 geek friend. I do believe that this adds +5 to my geek friend meter, possibly even +10 seeing how just much we get lost in the geek as we converse. I wonder just how high I can get my geek friend meter?
It is a rarity for me to make friends so easily, and even more rare to meet someone who likes all the same things without there being any implications of entanglements of the sexterity (see what I did there, I changed dexterity to sexterity lol) type. I love having someone to talk tech, comics, games, music and even writers with. You would figure that two minds that think so much alike would possibly bore of thinking the same things, but this doesn't seem to be the case, instead it seems amusing.
I wonder what my Yoda with teach the young padowan tomorrow? Teach thee, Yoda will. Learn, young padowan will.
It is a rarity for me to make friends so easily, and even more rare to meet someone who likes all the same things without there being any implications of entanglements of the sexterity (see what I did there, I changed dexterity to sexterity lol) type. I love having someone to talk tech, comics, games, music and even writers with. You would figure that two minds that think so much alike would possibly bore of thinking the same things, but this doesn't seem to be the case, instead it seems amusing.
I wonder what my Yoda with teach the young padowan tomorrow? Teach thee, Yoda will. Learn, young padowan will.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
A smooth day...mostly
So today was my first day with a computer that actually runs right, and I tell you it was heaven. The speed of the machine, compared to the other one, made me want to kiss the tech. I breezed through an entire stack of articles that were at least 6 inches high in one day. Now to get down to the other 6 or 7 piles of the same size that are waiting for me.
I spent a while this evening talking with a friend online. It was very fun to discover just how much we had in common. Finding like minded people has never been an easy feat for me, especially ones who like as much of the same things as me. A very nice surprise.
Another surprise was that we still didn't get the info for FT9. I was so sure it was going to come tonight, that I just couldn't concentrate on Ally's Story, which set me further behind than I really wanted to be. Man, will the details ever make it out?
Come on Ryan, we have faith in ya.
I spent a while this evening talking with a friend online. It was very fun to discover just how much we had in common. Finding like minded people has never been an easy feat for me, especially ones who like as much of the same things as me. A very nice surprise.
Another surprise was that we still didn't get the info for FT9. I was so sure it was going to come tonight, that I just couldn't concentrate on Ally's Story, which set me further behind than I really wanted to be. Man, will the details ever make it out?
Come on Ryan, we have faith in ya.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
A memory...
Today is Father's Day, and I decided that today would be a day where I share a little memory of sorts, from the vault (my mind) of my father, but which one to choose? The first thing my father mentions about me is that I "never knew what it was like to sit in a chair until she was 6, it always had to be daddy's lap." Yes folks, that's right, I was, and still am, a daddy's girl.
My childhood memories of my father are the happiest spots in my memory, and choosing one was hard. Every time I thought of one, the memory I am about to share kept overshadowing the others. Nothing made me happier than spending time with my father, just the two of us. I treasured the "alone" time, which came most often in the morning while my brother slept in.
I remember, most often, watching television with my father. The two of us would wake early, and watch Benny Hill or something else on the television. Most prominently I remember watching Star Trek The Next Generation with my father. It was something that my mother wasn't into and my brother rarely watched, so the two of us would sit down and watch the travels of the star ship Enterprise. I developed a love for the show, and later in life a love for the entire Sci Fi genre, but it all began with Star Trek TNG.
I always think of my father when I sit down to watch an episode on television or DVD, coincidentally, I felt a need to purchase the entire series on DVD. I always enjoy every episode, even the horribly written ones where TNG was trying to find it's legs. I guess a part of me equates Star Trek with the happy feelings I felt while enjoying the "alone" time.
I have often wondered over the years if I would have become interested in Sci Fi without the aid of my father, and if I would love Star Trek TNG as much as I do, if I hadn't watched it as a child, curled up on the couch with my father. I like to think I would, but in reality, I don't care either way, it's nice to have the memory.
Happy Father's Day to all. I urge you to think back and find "that" memory of your own father.
My childhood memories of my father are the happiest spots in my memory, and choosing one was hard. Every time I thought of one, the memory I am about to share kept overshadowing the others. Nothing made me happier than spending time with my father, just the two of us. I treasured the "alone" time, which came most often in the morning while my brother slept in.
I remember, most often, watching television with my father. The two of us would wake early, and watch Benny Hill or something else on the television. Most prominently I remember watching Star Trek The Next Generation with my father. It was something that my mother wasn't into and my brother rarely watched, so the two of us would sit down and watch the travels of the star ship Enterprise. I developed a love for the show, and later in life a love for the entire Sci Fi genre, but it all began with Star Trek TNG.
I always think of my father when I sit down to watch an episode on television or DVD, coincidentally, I felt a need to purchase the entire series on DVD. I always enjoy every episode, even the horribly written ones where TNG was trying to find it's legs. I guess a part of me equates Star Trek with the happy feelings I felt while enjoying the "alone" time.
I have often wondered over the years if I would have become interested in Sci Fi without the aid of my father, and if I would love Star Trek TNG as much as I do, if I hadn't watched it as a child, curled up on the couch with my father. I like to think I would, but in reality, I don't care either way, it's nice to have the memory.
Happy Father's Day to all. I urge you to think back and find "that" memory of your own father.
A relaxing saturday filled with...
Finally, the work week has ended, the computer issues were solved, and I had the entire house to myself for the day. What to do, what to do? Naturally, they only thing to do while home alone, make an ass of yourself playing Rock Band.
Rock Band has been active in our household for about 3 years now. We started with Guitar Hero, and upon realizing that my hands were too small for the buttons on the Guitar Hero control, but just perfect for the shorter portion of the Rock Band guitar, we happily switched. As a household, we played for months and months together, but in the last 6 months, our schedules never match and we haven't really played. Today, I was feeling the Rock Band.
I set up the mic stand, pulled out my trusty guitar, and decided to settle in for some fun. I had forgotten just how much fun it can be to rock out to some of the songs we purchased, and how tiring it can be as well. With cramped fingers, I turned off the PS3 at 10:15 and finished watching some Stargate Atlantis. I never did get the Jiffy Pop I tweeted about, but all in all and well spent day.
Now, I realize that this is a silly blog post, but take a minute and think of the games, board or video, that make you happy, trigger memories, or that are just fun to you. Did you do it? Alright, now go spend a few minutes with you favourite game and recapture the fun.
Rock Band has been active in our household for about 3 years now. We started with Guitar Hero, and upon realizing that my hands were too small for the buttons on the Guitar Hero control, but just perfect for the shorter portion of the Rock Band guitar, we happily switched. As a household, we played for months and months together, but in the last 6 months, our schedules never match and we haven't really played. Today, I was feeling the Rock Band.
I set up the mic stand, pulled out my trusty guitar, and decided to settle in for some fun. I had forgotten just how much fun it can be to rock out to some of the songs we purchased, and how tiring it can be as well. With cramped fingers, I turned off the PS3 at 10:15 and finished watching some Stargate Atlantis. I never did get the Jiffy Pop I tweeted about, but all in all and well spent day.
Now, I realize that this is a silly blog post, but take a minute and think of the games, board or video, that make you happy, trigger memories, or that are just fun to you. Did you do it? Alright, now go spend a few minutes with you favourite game and recapture the fun.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
We will now return to our regularly scheduled programming....
Alright, so I did a major happy dance in the middle of my office today, when the new IT guy (my saviour and new bestest friend) walked up to my desk carrying a piece of heaven...a shiny, new, condensed size, tower! I literally could have kissed the man, if I hadn't been so caught up in checking out my new found treasure!
As I mentioned in yesterday's blog post, I have been in tech hell for the last 2 days, with little hope of escape or salvaging my unit. All the programs continuously crashed or it indicated it saved my documents, but really didn't. Basically all I have been able to do, for 2 whole days, was surf the net, read my work email (and in some cases respond), or run around the office on other tasks. As happy as I was to see my shiny new present, the happy dance was cut short when my gaze fell upon the growing stacks of articles I had yet to deal with.
*Sigh* Why must the awesome always come with something a little less awesome tagging along by a thread? Until next time folks, be kind to your tech, and hug your computer daily!
As I mentioned in yesterday's blog post, I have been in tech hell for the last 2 days, with little hope of escape or salvaging my unit. All the programs continuously crashed or it indicated it saved my documents, but really didn't. Basically all I have been able to do, for 2 whole days, was surf the net, read my work email (and in some cases respond), or run around the office on other tasks. As happy as I was to see my shiny new present, the happy dance was cut short when my gaze fell upon the growing stacks of articles I had yet to deal with.
*Sigh* Why must the awesome always come with something a little less awesome tagging along by a thread? Until next time folks, be kind to your tech, and hug your computer daily!
Thursday, June 17, 2010
A day full of trivial trials
An interesting day. There was disruption in the forums and more issues with the work computer, and PITV seemed to be a no show. A day full of tiny trials.
Someone decided to cause some trouble in the forums, attacking the table tipping exercise that took place at FT8. He spouted a whole bunch of terms and sources to make it seem he was disproving the exercise, which was annoying enough, but he began to insinuate that everyone was liars, frauds and such. He managed to get under my skin, and I found myself replying to the thread. At one point I got pretty angry and responded yet again. Finally, I just gave up and let it go, I had my hands full.
My work computer is still not fixed. This morning they attempted to uninstall Adobe and reinstall that to correct the problem. This, of course, did not work. So finally at 2pm, they decide to reformat a new machine for me. I should have a working computer tomorrow. All day I just worked with the Internet as much as possible, which meant not very much work at all.
Finally, after going to the book store for the new PRS Book Club selection, Spook by Mary Roach, I made it home in time for PITV. We were all gathered in the chat room waiting for the taped feed to begin, only to find that there was nothing. While we understand that PRS is on it's first case for the new season, many were very disappointed, myself included. No fix for me tonight.
Here is hoping for a FT9 announcement before the end of the week, and the return of PITV next week. Also, fingers crossed for the working computer unit tomorrow.
Someone decided to cause some trouble in the forums, attacking the table tipping exercise that took place at FT8. He spouted a whole bunch of terms and sources to make it seem he was disproving the exercise, which was annoying enough, but he began to insinuate that everyone was liars, frauds and such. He managed to get under my skin, and I found myself replying to the thread. At one point I got pretty angry and responded yet again. Finally, I just gave up and let it go, I had my hands full.
My work computer is still not fixed. This morning they attempted to uninstall Adobe and reinstall that to correct the problem. This, of course, did not work. So finally at 2pm, they decide to reformat a new machine for me. I should have a working computer tomorrow. All day I just worked with the Internet as much as possible, which meant not very much work at all.
Finally, after going to the book store for the new PRS Book Club selection, Spook by Mary Roach, I made it home in time for PITV. We were all gathered in the chat room waiting for the taped feed to begin, only to find that there was nothing. While we understand that PRS is on it's first case for the new season, many were very disappointed, myself included. No fix for me tonight.
Here is hoping for a FT9 announcement before the end of the week, and the return of PITV next week. Also, fingers crossed for the working computer unit tomorrow.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
An epic tech fail that almost reduced me to beating an inanimate object that I consider a life line
Well, today was an interesting day, to say the least. To anyone who follows me on Twitter, you probably already have an idea what tonight's post is in regards to.
I had a major bibliography, and by major I mean need by the President of the company, due before noon today. I had 10 references to log and add into the bibliography at 9:30 when I arrived. I've been experiencing problems with my computer for months and I have been patiently waiting for a new one to make it's way to me, as promised by the IT department. Every time I tried to input a new reference, the computer would freeze up for about 20 minutes at least.
After lunch, a person from IT came and switched my pathetic 512mb of RAM to 1GB. After that, things really went south. Instead of freezing for 20 minutes, it only froze for 10 at a time, but every time I tried to open a PDF document, Adobe would generate a fatal error and terminate. By 4:30, I had only managed to log 7 references, and past my deadline.
Now, I am a lover of most things tech, with the exception of Apple (that's a whole rant that could fill many a post), but I have never had the urge to smash a piece of tech like I did today. At one point, when I got up to leave my desk as I headed to IT for the 12 time today, I looked at my co-worker and said "feel free to pour some acid into the infernal machine, it's not like it's of any use anyways." I was quite saddened by the fact that I actually wanted to kick a piece of tech, more than once today. It almost felt like a betrayal of my favourite item.
The point of this rant, I will be much more present on the forums tomorrow, because right now, I am fully incapable of doing my job since 90% of it requires the use of Adobe. *Sigh* A day of boredom lies ahead.
I had a major bibliography, and by major I mean need by the President of the company, due before noon today. I had 10 references to log and add into the bibliography at 9:30 when I arrived. I've been experiencing problems with my computer for months and I have been patiently waiting for a new one to make it's way to me, as promised by the IT department. Every time I tried to input a new reference, the computer would freeze up for about 20 minutes at least.
After lunch, a person from IT came and switched my pathetic 512mb of RAM to 1GB. After that, things really went south. Instead of freezing for 20 minutes, it only froze for 10 at a time, but every time I tried to open a PDF document, Adobe would generate a fatal error and terminate. By 4:30, I had only managed to log 7 references, and past my deadline.
Now, I am a lover of most things tech, with the exception of Apple (that's a whole rant that could fill many a post), but I have never had the urge to smash a piece of tech like I did today. At one point, when I got up to leave my desk as I headed to IT for the 12 time today, I looked at my co-worker and said "feel free to pour some acid into the infernal machine, it's not like it's of any use anyways." I was quite saddened by the fact that I actually wanted to kick a piece of tech, more than once today. It almost felt like a betrayal of my favourite item.
The point of this rant, I will be much more present on the forums tomorrow, because right now, I am fully incapable of doing my job since 90% of it requires the use of Adobe. *Sigh* A day of boredom lies ahead.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
A sad lesson learned
Have any of you every reconnected with someone you haven't spoken to in years? How did that go for you?
As I was cooking tonight, my home phone rang, which is a rarity I assure you. Fully expecting to be greeted with the boat horn altering me the ship was leaving without me, or the obligatory spam call, I was shocked to hear an old friend's voice on the other end. Turns out he was in the area, and wanted to drop by to say hello.
Okay, a little background here so you can understand things better. This friend and I used to hang out together a lot in my younger days.We would go to karaoke or to the bar together most weekends. He was a good friend, but little stifling. He had this rule, if I went out with him, no matter if my boyfriend showed up, he expected me to leave with him. Eventually, his controlling nature began to cause issues between us, and we stopped talking. When my mother passed away, a mutual friend informed him, and he refused to show up for the funeral.
He called me around Christmas last year, after losing his own mother, to apologize for the way things ended and we tentatively made up. We don't speak much, so when he called me up, I agreed to see him and finally bury the hatchet. Now, we haven't talked in over 6 years, so when he showed up and was exactly the same I was shocked. I'm not the same person I was 6 years ago, not by a long shot. Heck, I'm not really the same person I was two weeks ago. When he told the same stories and spoke the same way, a little too blunt for my liking, I couldn't help but wince.
Why can some people change and grow, while others remain the same? The lesson learned? Touching your past isn't always as sweet as the memories.
As I was cooking tonight, my home phone rang, which is a rarity I assure you. Fully expecting to be greeted with the boat horn altering me the ship was leaving without me, or the obligatory spam call, I was shocked to hear an old friend's voice on the other end. Turns out he was in the area, and wanted to drop by to say hello.
Okay, a little background here so you can understand things better. This friend and I used to hang out together a lot in my younger days.We would go to karaoke or to the bar together most weekends. He was a good friend, but little stifling. He had this rule, if I went out with him, no matter if my boyfriend showed up, he expected me to leave with him. Eventually, his controlling nature began to cause issues between us, and we stopped talking. When my mother passed away, a mutual friend informed him, and he refused to show up for the funeral.
He called me around Christmas last year, after losing his own mother, to apologize for the way things ended and we tentatively made up. We don't speak much, so when he called me up, I agreed to see him and finally bury the hatchet. Now, we haven't talked in over 6 years, so when he showed up and was exactly the same I was shocked. I'm not the same person I was 6 years ago, not by a long shot. Heck, I'm not really the same person I was two weeks ago. When he told the same stories and spoke the same way, a little too blunt for my liking, I couldn't help but wince.
Why can some people change and grow, while others remain the same? The lesson learned? Touching your past isn't always as sweet as the memories.
A day of confusions with a shining spot at the end
So, for some ungodly reason, I woke at 3:01am after not turning in until 1:30am. Since I was up, I went to the washroom and restarted the DVD I was watching to fall asleep again. Morning came way to early. I got up, and headed to work, only to realize that I had a massive day ahead of me. I had a meeting regarding building access and settings for the G20 summit (another whole rant of it's own) and then a trip to our alternative clinic site location to get familiar with it in case of a fire or need to evacuate our current site. Very. Long. Day.
For some reason, mid afternoon, the guy I dated when I was 16, until I was 18, decided to start messaging me to tell me he was getting a divorce. Now, I'm all for sympathy, but I don't need to know all the details of the failed marriage. Eventually, what I knew was coming did come. He asked me to go to dinner, or a walk or a movie or something. Really? Why do guys think that I just wait around 15 years to date them again? And why do they think that it's okay to ask me out as if I'm just an afterthought? I nicely declined, explaining that I have a no dating rule in place, mostly due to instances like this.
The bright spot on the horizon was my PRS book chat. After waiting a month, and reading the book twice, the day finally arrived. Ryan's opening questions were fabulous and then the new added Skype option for questions was great. I gave Heather a question to ask, since she wasn't able to come up with any of her own, Mercy asked one and I asked one. It was a very nice, interactive way to feel more a part of the chat. I hope it is something they continue.
Tomorrow, I get to go to the bookstore *hands rubbing together happily* to purchase the new book club book. I love bookstores. Everyone is there for the same reason, to find something to engage them and expand their mind. I also love that the nearby Chapters has comfy chairs and couches for you to read in if you choose to. Being surrounded my so many writers is always moving.
Until next time...keep knowledge alive and read a book.
For some reason, mid afternoon, the guy I dated when I was 16, until I was 18, decided to start messaging me to tell me he was getting a divorce. Now, I'm all for sympathy, but I don't need to know all the details of the failed marriage. Eventually, what I knew was coming did come. He asked me to go to dinner, or a walk or a movie or something. Really? Why do guys think that I just wait around 15 years to date them again? And why do they think that it's okay to ask me out as if I'm just an afterthought? I nicely declined, explaining that I have a no dating rule in place, mostly due to instances like this.
The bright spot on the horizon was my PRS book chat. After waiting a month, and reading the book twice, the day finally arrived. Ryan's opening questions were fabulous and then the new added Skype option for questions was great. I gave Heather a question to ask, since she wasn't able to come up with any of her own, Mercy asked one and I asked one. It was a very nice, interactive way to feel more a part of the chat. I hope it is something they continue.
Tomorrow, I get to go to the bookstore *hands rubbing together happily* to purchase the new book club book. I love bookstores. Everyone is there for the same reason, to find something to engage them and expand their mind. I also love that the nearby Chapters has comfy chairs and couches for you to read in if you choose to. Being surrounded my so many writers is always moving.
Until next time...keep knowledge alive and read a book.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
An epic save
Okay, so this week has been jam packed with paranormal activities, first the Field Trip, then PITV returning, then Lorraine's talk last night. Needless to say, these events have led to many late nights and lack of sleep. When I got home from Lorraine's talk last night, I noticed the alarm was set on my clock, but couldn't think of why, so I turned it off...big mistake.
I woke up at 9:30 and heard my BlackBerry buzzing. Suddenly it hit me that I had to work at 10:45 this morning. I got up, rushed around, made coffee and headed off to my first Argos shift of the year. For those of you not familiar, the Argos, or Argonauts, are Toronto's Canadian Football League team. Every year, I sign up to work these events because the tailgate parties, the energy of the fans, and the attitude of the staff makes it really fun. Today however, I just wanted to stay in bed and sleep, until I got there.
After pulling on the dreaded "Go Boatmen!" t-shirt, I made my way to the windows and was greeted by a half a dozen people I hadn't seen in months. Hugs ensued and then we all got down to business, the business of catching up, laughing, telling stories and occasionally selling tickets. A friend of mine asked about my trip and I told him about all the friends I had made, the hotel I had survived and the bus trip I conquered. He laughed at my stories and told me that I seemed different somehow, making my day.
I walked home from that shift, as happy as I always am after being there. I got home, lay down on the couch and fell asleep watching Stargate Atlantis. I woke up and finished eating just in time for the True Blood premier. Not going to spoil it for anyone who hasn't watched it yet, but all I can say is...wow, this could be and interesting season. Bring on the wolves!
I woke up at 9:30 and heard my BlackBerry buzzing. Suddenly it hit me that I had to work at 10:45 this morning. I got up, rushed around, made coffee and headed off to my first Argos shift of the year. For those of you not familiar, the Argos, or Argonauts, are Toronto's Canadian Football League team. Every year, I sign up to work these events because the tailgate parties, the energy of the fans, and the attitude of the staff makes it really fun. Today however, I just wanted to stay in bed and sleep, until I got there.
After pulling on the dreaded "Go Boatmen!" t-shirt, I made my way to the windows and was greeted by a half a dozen people I hadn't seen in months. Hugs ensued and then we all got down to business, the business of catching up, laughing, telling stories and occasionally selling tickets. A friend of mine asked about my trip and I told him about all the friends I had made, the hotel I had survived and the bus trip I conquered. He laughed at my stories and told me that I seemed different somehow, making my day.
I walked home from that shift, as happy as I always am after being there. I got home, lay down on the couch and fell asleep watching Stargate Atlantis. I woke up and finished eating just in time for the True Blood premier. Not going to spoil it for anyone who hasn't watched it yet, but all I can say is...wow, this could be and interesting season. Bring on the wolves!
An interesting evening, to say the least
I spent the day lounging around the house today, thinking, cleaning and watching Stargate Atlantis (something I am just discovering). Throughout the afternoon, I helped my fellow parapeeps (wince) try to make #buellshit a trending topic on Twitter. Much to our dismay, the world cup kicked our butt. We were hoping some Twitter love/hate would get The Chief to post our Field Trip 9 announcement, again without the favoured results.
My roomie and I headed out to dinner before Lorraine's lecture. What an amazing woman. We were both a little surprised when she was so open about Ed and their relationship, since it hadn't been so long since he had passed. She and Tony showed some photos they had gathered with apparitions or ghost in them, which was really interesting.After a short intermission break, they delved into the possession and exorcism portion of the lecture. It was interesting to see photos and hear explanations about the Amittyville case, since so much of what I had known was based on details that were released by the media. It was startling to hear their battles as a result of the investigation. They moved on to footage of an actual exorcism and I just can't come up with the words to describe it, it was raw, and that's how I felt at the end.
They did a short question and answer period, which was pretty informative. I found it very unnerving that Tony kept looking at me. When I mentioned it to my roomie as I left, expecting her to blow it off as my mind playing tricks on me, she said she had felt the same way. I wonder what was up with that?There was a raffle draw for a reading with Lorraine, which after the way Tony had looked at us, I was glad we didn't win. We took a picture with Lorraine and then headed home, happy with the evening.
It was an added bonus to hear from Agent-S that she had in fact read my blog and thought it was awesome. An great topper to an already awesome night!
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Another interesting lecture in the wake of so many
So, in the wake of an intense week of self discovery, fun times, and readjustments, I some how forgot that I had another bright spot on the horizon. It slipped my mind that my roommate and I have tickets to see a lecture given by Lorraine Warren tomorrow. So, the week consists of Field Trip 8, PITV, and Lorraine Warren, just how much Paranormal can be packed into one week? The answer is...just enough:)
On a side note, I am honored that my brand new little blog had a visitor recently. I won't really reveal who it was, but let's just say that the fact that this person took the time to read what I had to say made me feel incredible.
On a side note, I am honored that my brand new little blog had a visitor recently. I won't really reveal who it was, but let's just say that the fact that this person took the time to read what I had to say made me feel incredible.
Friday, June 11, 2010
The more things change, the more people stay the same
I went back to work today, following my field trip experience. While I was tired, still running on PRS time, I was re-energized. The day flew by as I pushed through the back log that appears when you take a few days off. There were constant questions of "How was your trip?" This is understandable, since I never take vacations, I use my vacation days for errands because that's what grown ups do. I used to always think that way, that I had to do everything when it needed to be done, now I just don't.
My few friends noticed a change in me. They said I seemed refreshed, more confident and something else they just couldn't put their finger on. I do feel all of those things, but that thing they couldn't put their finger on, that's the feeling of freedom. I went to another country, on my own, to spend 3 days with people I had never met before. I found a freedom in their acceptance, their kindness and genuine liking of who I am. It was something I wasn't expecting, but something I realize now, that I needed.
I miss all of my friends so much already, and yet they are all still there, waiting for me, in a little chat box on Skype and PITV. Whenever I need them, they are a click away, but always with me. The lessons I learned and the things I've discovered about myself make me sure that we see each other soon.
My few friends noticed a change in me. They said I seemed refreshed, more confident and something else they just couldn't put their finger on. I do feel all of those things, but that thing they couldn't put their finger on, that's the feeling of freedom. I went to another country, on my own, to spend 3 days with people I had never met before. I found a freedom in their acceptance, their kindness and genuine liking of who I am. It was something I wasn't expecting, but something I realize now, that I needed.
I miss all of my friends so much already, and yet they are all still there, waiting for me, in a little chat box on Skype and PITV. Whenever I need them, they are a click away, but always with me. The lessons I learned and the things I've discovered about myself make me sure that we see each other soon.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Captain's Log - 4:33pm Tuesday June 8th, 2010 - The Good Bye Party and a final trip wrap up
So, the trip home starts now. Frownie face! 
After having the battery charged at a local auto place, Angie and Rachel, dropped me at the bus stop to begin their own journey home. I was so sad to see them leave, to see everyone leave, but especially them.Agent-S, was awesome. I found many of her stories amusing. She really was a wonderfully quirky woman and I am happy to count her among my new friends. She even brought me Jiffy Pop! NOTE: I do have a photo, but she likes her anonymity so much, I'll leave it to people to meet her to see who she is. It just seems the right way.
I managed to finally get a photo, where I seem like the tall one! Thanks, Jordan!
Serg, well Serg is still a mystery to me. I didn't see or talk to him very much this weekend. He seemed to spend a lot of time with his photography and running around to set stuff up with Ryan. When I did talk to him though, he was always super nice and offering a smile.Chad was not what I was expecting. Most of the time, he was just chilling out, either emailing his wife, Twittering or working on something, but he still took the time for pictures and chats with everyone.
I didn't manage to snap another photo with Katrina, but she did come and find me to give me a big hug before she left for the day, she's such a sweetie. She was so happy about the Jos Louis, and the promise of Au Caramel at the next trip. She talked with me quite a bit and was always ready to offer a smile and hug if I was beginning to feel a little sleepy. Very sweet lady.
Father Bob was not at all what I expected. A part of me expected him to be a stoic type man, not the fun loving guy who appeared. He was always laughing and he always had a smile for people. He was a hip, hip man.
Heather, I didn't get to see much of at all. She fit in with people so well, that I could just never find her. lol. When I did see her, she would be gone. the only way I managed to spot her, was the green dye at the ends of her hair.
Josh, well I was very sad (as you can see) to be leaving him, that sounds so weird. He became one of my favourite people to talk to here. I loved talking the tech with him, and books and just about things in general. He had actually thought I had already been on a field trip because I looked familiar to him. When I told him no, we tried to come up with my I was so familiar and he recognized my screen name from the Forums, PITV and from Twitter. It was nice that he remembered me, and cool that I got a hug from him. He is totally awesome dude!
Michelle, where do I start? The woman is 6'4" but it's all heart. She talked with anyone and everyone who asked for a photo or asked a question. She was very open with everyone and when I talked to her, it seemed like she really understood who I am and why I am the way I am. She gave me so much information on writing and a bunch of really good ideas on publishing and stuff. She loves to hug, and hugs tightly, gets giggly and can laugh at herself too. My kind of Lady.Ah, lastly Ryan (mostly to drive my Parapeeps nuts). He was what I expected, yet not at the same time. It seems like his mind is always working on something, but he was nice as pie. You could tell at times he was searching his mental Rolodex for your name, while trying not to be obvious and hurt your feelings. He was constantly busy, or being pulled away for photos. His sense of humor was quite fun. I kind of wonder if, deep down, he a little shy and quiet, like most of us. When he does relax though, he is so much fun. Next time, I really won't have issues talking to him at all.
PRS, as a whole, is fantastic. Just as their cases are about healing as much as documentation of phenomenon, the events are about fun as much as learning. They do their best to bring awesome things our way. There was an issue, and they apologized and said it would be taken care of The members who ran the event were so friendly and helpful. Now I see the reason PRS is so helpful, its because they care, about everything. I will always try to make it to their events now.
So myself, I grew from this experience. When I left Toronto, I was a shy girl, socially awkward and just beginning to convince myself that it's okay to not be who everyone wants me to be. I had only a few friends (that I really hung out with in my off time) and I basically spent all my time at home on the computer talking to "Internet friends". Now I know that it's okay to be me. I know that my perceptions of myself will influence how others see me. I know that I'm an interesting person because people see me that way and I know that my "Internet friends" are not just "Internet friends", they are real friends. Each of them are different and special in their own way. They are dear to me and each one of them played a part in helping me discover who I am today. May I be lucky enough to make someone else's path to discovery just as fun and easy.
Field Trip 9 anyone? I have more to discover.
Captain's Log - 10:23 am Tuesday June 8th, 2010 - Sad farewell ahead
Well, the last day has arrived and it is bittersweet in the fact that it was an amazing trip, but now I have to say goodbye to all of my friends until the next Field Trip. I'll miss everyone so much. I spoke with Michelle last night briefly and she told me to find her today to discuss writing and publishing, I'm so excited. I think her insights will be very helpful if I decide to publish. I'm going to try to steal 5 minutes with Ryan if I can too. I really want to know what to expect of the whole process and the more people's experiences that I gather, the better prepared I will be.
I will definitely make Field Trip 9, even if I have to ride a bus for 24 hours. I cannot pass up an opportunity to see all of my friends again. I came here scared and shy and I feel like a changed person. These people opened themselves up to me in friendship and in turn, they opened up the part of me that always fears new people. For this alone, I owe them much more then they will ever know.
I'll be leaving here a changed person, how changed I'm not totally sure. I know already that my mind is so much more open. My life and the way I perceive things will be very different. I can't wait to delve into all the interesting ideas I learned about here.
Time for breakfast and the Goodbye Party...
I will definitely make Field Trip 9, even if I have to ride a bus for 24 hours. I cannot pass up an opportunity to see all of my friends again. I came here scared and shy and I feel like a changed person. These people opened themselves up to me in friendship and in turn, they opened up the part of me that always fears new people. For this alone, I owe them much more then they will ever know.
I'll be leaving here a changed person, how changed I'm not totally sure. I know already that my mind is so much more open. My life and the way I perceive things will be very different. I can't wait to delve into all the interesting ideas I learned about here.
Time for breakfast and the Goodbye Party...
Captain's Log - 7:23pm Monday June 7th, 2010 - Book Club, Hijinks, and Bon Fires
So, sadly my tickets did not win me a private ghost hunt with any of there members, (insert Frownie here). I was about 4 numbers off from winning the hunt with Josh and Serg, which would have been amazing after talking tech with Josh for so long earlier in the afternoon. It was also awesome to hear that Chad will be getting his own show on A & E this fall. His group really is awesome.
We headed down to the Bon Fire for the PRS Book Club chat. As the field trip has progressed, I've become so much more comfortable, it almost seems like I've know everyone forever now. I'm not really even apprehensive about talking to the group anymore. Michelle got a little more indepth about Haunting Experiences, this months book selection. It was nice to hear the background and more details of the events that she had compiled for the book. Plus, she is just one bad ass, awesome chick!
Everyone got a little silly while we waited for things to get started. Then when Michelle was finished Michelle had finished, Ryan and Chad came out and talked about Paranormal State Season 5, the media things they deal with, and basically whatever we really wanted to hear about.
Everyone got a little silly while we waited for things to get started. Then when Michelle was finished Michelle had finished, Ryan and Chad came out and talked about Paranormal State Season 5, the media things they deal with, and basically whatever we really wanted to hear about. After that, the private ghost tours from the raffles took place and a bunch of us hung out at the beach Bon Fires, singing, laughing and talking as long as we could. Truly a great time.
Captain's Log - 5:26pm Monday June 7th, 2010 - Group photos, International Snack Echange & more
So, Ryan's PRS lecture was the final lecture of the day. It really was an interesting explanation of things. It was similar what he told us at Fort York about forming PRS, but there was more detail this time. Also there was a little more detail into the demonic cases that PRS handled early in their career.
Before the group photo, I ran up to get the Jos Louis for Katrina as part of the International Snack Exchange. We took a photo later in the evening (above). When I went to get the cakes, I locked the door, and randomly looked to my right at the staircase, and I swear I saw the outline of someone peeking down the hallway. Needless to say, I quickly headed back downstairs. I rushed down the hall and all 3 flights of stairs in about a minute flat, and all without falling over my feet! That was a major accomplishment,
Captain's Log - 3:25pm Monday June 7th, 2010 - Angels vs. Demons
Wow, Michelle and Father Bob really blew me away with their lecture. The Angels and Demons discussion was amazingly informative. Never once was I bore. Now I have a massive list of things to research when I get home. Off to dinner.Captain's Log - 11:44am Monday June 7th, 2010 - A little recap, and the things to come
Being here has just reaffirmed my need to go back to school again. I feel like I still have so much to absorb and I realize that I'm at the place in my life where I can do that and really appreciate it for the gift that knowledge is. If this weekend is any indication, my need to write is based on feeling serene and at peace. I will just have to find a way to do that, on a regular basis.
I am so excited for today. The day is jam packed with lectures and discussions. I feel like there is so much I can learn today. I already have a list of things to research when I am back among the world of the internets. I haven't had a chance, or to be honest, the confidence to talk with Michelle or Ryan about writing yet, and I don't know that I will. They are always so busy, that I hate to impose on the very few moments that they manage to get to themselves. to be honest, I almost don't feel worthy of their time, they are both published and I've just written 3 books that nay never go anywhere else but in my bookcase. The rejection of having something I poured myself into, rejected by someone terrifies me. Their advice and input would be like a dream come true.
Well, off to the lectures, I simply can't wait to learn more.
Captain's Log - 5:33pm Sunday June 6th, 2010 - Dinner break
Well, I arrived in Meadville and Rachel and Angie met me there to head back to the Welcome Party at the hotel Beach Club. We got lost along the way a few times, but it was fun to laugh at the GPS voice as we did. The Welcome Party was...well, nerve wracking. I was overwhelmed. As I was registering, Nicole came up and introduced herself, then immediately after Mercy did the same. There were so many people to say hello to, to talk to and just plain around, that I just felt so nervous.
I found Tania, thinking I would stay close to her until I got my bearings, only to find myself right next to Chad and Ryan, which just made me worse. I really wanted to introduce myself, but I was just too scared. I never handle social situations well, and that many new people really threw me for a loop. I had a nice relaxed atmosphere to talk with Ryan about writing, and I just couldn't do it. Unless I can't find a way to get past it, I doubt it will happen.The scenery here, wow, I don't have the words to describe it, and words are my thing. It's surreal. I find it hard to believe that something this colourful, vibrant, and peaceful really exists. I've been struck by my creative flow since my travels began, and I haven't been able to stop writing, With surroundings like this, I don't foresee the inspiration dulling at all. I feel a little disconnected though, even with the friends I have connected with. Everyone is so excited about the paranormal adventure we are beginning, and I stop my mind from spitting huge chunks of Ally's story at me. How horrible to be among all my friends and yet still feel so...isolated because I can't drag myself out of my head. I may have to come outside tonight and write my heart out. There is just so much potential here. I just have to find the balance.
There is a Thought Forms panel soon, our first one. I'm excited at all the knowledge to acquire this weekend. Off I go...
Captain's Log - 10:15am Sunday June 6th, 2010 - Leaving Buffalo behind, with an addition to my party
Well, next stop is Erie!
Captain's Log - 7:23am June 6th, 2010 - On the move
As I look out the window, all I can see is streaks of water on the glass. I really can't be sure, but it feels like we are making good time. The roads are all deserted, again with the people not being up early. At this moment, it seems like the entire city is gone, how wonderfully quiet it is.
I finally see the water! 3 boats are close to the shore, most likely fishermen halfway into their work day. The roads may be quiet but the waves in the water are a display of mother nature's power. I also feel a little insignificant right now, as the waves swell and the rain falls. How tiny we are in the shadow of mother nature.
I finally see the water! 3 boats are close to the shore, most likely fishermen halfway into their work day. The roads may be quiet but the waves in the water are a display of mother nature's power. I also feel a little insignificant right now, as the waves swell and the rain falls. How tiny we are in the shadow of mother nature.
Captain's Log, Sunday June 6th, 5:45am - A Journey Commencing
And so the trek begins. Sadly the bus station is just opening, and everything around me is closed. No coffee shops, no snack bars absolutely nothing. It seems Torontonians do not like to do much before 6am. At this moment, as I look out at the dismal and dark sky, I am truly thankful for the 5 mouthfuls of coffee that I managed to gulp down before I ran out the door.
I know that I will most likely sleep on the bus, but right now, the excitement is keeping me going. I really can't wait to make it to Pennsylvania and see everyone. Every time I vacation, I have a tendency to get caught up in my writing, and I'm looking forward to that as well. "Ally's Story", as I've tentatively titled it, could benefit from the creative vacation juices.
According to the Parapeeps Twitter updates, the hotel is, to put it delicately, a little rustic, but I'm still tingling with anticipation. As long as there is an outlet for my laptop so I can charge it when I write up a storm, I'll be a happy field tripper.
It's weird to watch the bus station come to life. It's almost as if someone flipped a switch and instead of light, life turned on, I kid you not. The dark empty building was suddenly bright and filled with people. Some who had arrived at their destination, some merely making a stop, but all weary and eager to get on their way, just like me.
Th 6am bus to Buffalo is loading, and soon, it will be my turn. Soon, my adventure will begin.
I know that I will most likely sleep on the bus, but right now, the excitement is keeping me going. I really can't wait to make it to Pennsylvania and see everyone. Every time I vacation, I have a tendency to get caught up in my writing, and I'm looking forward to that as well. "Ally's Story", as I've tentatively titled it, could benefit from the creative vacation juices.
According to the Parapeeps Twitter updates, the hotel is, to put it delicately, a little rustic, but I'm still tingling with anticipation. As long as there is an outlet for my laptop so I can charge it when I write up a storm, I'll be a happy field tripper.
It's weird to watch the bus station come to life. It's almost as if someone flipped a switch and instead of light, life turned on, I kid you not. The dark empty building was suddenly bright and filled with people. Some who had arrived at their destination, some merely making a stop, but all weary and eager to get on their way, just like me.
Th 6am bus to Buffalo is loading, and soon, it will be my turn. Soon, my adventure will begin.
Entering another era
As per usual, I am a little late to the game. This is my first post, but not my first blog. A friend recommended that I keep a blog when I went on a trip the other day, and I found that I loved the experience. I had been toying with the idea of a blog, but was unsure of putting my creative energies to work here, when I already stretch them to the limit with my writing but I enjoyed myself a little too much to worry about that now.
So, to all of you who read this, I hope that you enjoy it too. I gave this blog the 'Adult Content' label because, on occasion, I may swear, to I thought a heads up would be nice.
So, I will begin this adventure into blogging with a 'Captain's log' of the trip that inspired the entire thing. A 2 day trip, that opened my eyes a little wider to who I am, the world around me and how the people you least expect to, can have the most startling effects on how you perceive yourself. A lot of it is more my feelings and thoughts on stuff, than an itinerary, but hopefully you like it.
So, to all of you who read this, I hope that you enjoy it too. I gave this blog the 'Adult Content' label because, on occasion, I may swear, to I thought a heads up would be nice.
So, I will begin this adventure into blogging with a 'Captain's log' of the trip that inspired the entire thing. A 2 day trip, that opened my eyes a little wider to who I am, the world around me and how the people you least expect to, can have the most startling effects on how you perceive yourself. A lot of it is more my feelings and thoughts on stuff, than an itinerary, but hopefully you like it.
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