Glee just started, and it's already super hilarious. One, Schue' and Rachel sing "Endless Love" to each other, and he's super awkward about it while she's totally loving it. Bwahaha . . .
. . . and then . . . . .
. . . Quinn's dad is played by the town Mayor from Slither!!! HELL YES!!!
Anyway, Assassin's Creed 2 in 50 minutes . . . once Glee is over . . . this shall be fun . . .
We should keep track of how often I use that as a title . . .
So yes, Barockman Obama is stirring up the children nicely. Fun. Moving on . . .
Star Trek and Assassin's Creed 2 come out today. This shall cost me money.
Eff.
"Sweet home Vancouver,
Where the skies are so gray,
Sweet home Vancouver,
Lord we're comin' home today..."
(NWSS Senior Band Trip, 2001)
I've always known Vancouver to be a very rainy place. Since moving into this new apartment, this truth has never seemed more true. Even though almost every day I look out is fairly clear out or even straight-up sunny and nice, every single night seems to involve rain hitting the windows and clouds thundering just enough for me to always notice. Seriously, it's practically every night.
It's not just the weather, though. I find I can hear just about everything that happens outside. Every car driving through the alley (though granted when it's the middle of the night, you notice that a lot more), every police siren somewhere out there in the area (quite a lot of those, turns out) . . . almost makes me wonder how easily people outside or around me can hear me in kind.
Really, though, I don't feel quite as bad - so long there is a precedence of kids running up and down their flats or whatever, then I won't feel bad for playing my games, watching my shows, or whatever.
Then again, I'm the one doing this well past midnight, so . . . hmm . . .
Hadn't blogged normally in a bit of a while. Figured I'd kick off by talking about the weather.
Beyond that . . . Glee came back after its break, Randy Couture won a fight by decision, I picked up Modern Warfare 2 on a bit of a whim even though I have no business spending extra money on games and stuff right now . . . though on the plus side, I got Alexa playing Uncharted 2 and after she MARATHONED it about . . . ohhh, eight hours straight or so this weekend? Well, she's a bit of a fan now too - it's "a very cute game" in her words. So yay. Good times.
Aaaaaaand, yesterday I went to a Vancouver Comic-Con with my comic-inclined friend (also known as the one who cosplays Madelyne Pryor religiously). Just a little one-room, one day deal, but there was enough for me to drop $70 anyway. Just picked up a few things that looked like they'd be a good read like some Wolverine trades where he's dragging Kitty Pryde around, picked up "The Killing Joke" which I had always wanted to read, and some other Batman trade involving the return of Ra's Al Ghul and Batman wearing chainmail and a sword. Should be fun.
Beyond that . . . I unpacked my figurines and figures and stuff. They now reside on the top shelf to my immediate left. Also, I need to superglue a knight's shield hand back onto his wrist . . . and did you ever notice superglue will always be dried out when you need it? Goddamn superglue . . .
. . . also, I should call my mother later today, ask her how she's doing. She got a flu (not sure if it's THE flu yet), so we're all a little worried, especially on account that my stepdad is somewhat useless in all things domestic.
Other than that . . . . . . . my floors are super creaky, so I feel self-conscious when it's late at night. Soundproof, this place is not.
EDIT:
I just had a thought . . .
. . . alright, so Halloween was just a couple weeks away, and a bunch of people probably went out and bought fireworks and stuff. Alright, cool, fine, whatever. So whenever I hear loud pops and stuff, I figure, "oh, some dummy setting off fireworks . . ."
. . . alright, so just now they went "POP-POP-POP-POP!" Then it went quiet for a bit. Then again it went "POP-POP-POP-POP!"
And then there were sirens a few minutes later. Sounded like all three kinds: police, fire, and ambulance.
Suddenly a slightly freaky thought occurs to me . . .
. . . I live a lot deeper into the actual city of Vancouver. Maybe those aren't fireworks after all . . . . . eep.
I just finished watching the televised Remembrance Day ceremony in Ottawa. Prince Charles and Camilla were there, even. When Charles exited the car, he was wearing a Canadian green uniform for the occasion (he is the Colonel in Chief of many units, and as such is allowed to). More interesting, though, was when newscaster Peter Mansbridge mentioned that Charles saluted with the "sloped Canadian salute" rather than the "flat British salute" in terms of his hand.
I didn't know there was such a distinction, and as such the completist in me wanted to know a little more about it - off to Google.
Instead, I found an interesting little video of a little boy in Belgium.
Canada was the commanding force during the Liberation of Belgium in 1944, particularly during the Battle of the Scheldt. As such, Canada has a bit of distinction during Belgian memorial ceremonies.
This year, a little Belgian boy awaited the Canadian troops taking part in the service . . . and the Canadians repaid him in full:
http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=622_1236062375
In case anyone has felt me to be a little too heavy with my stories these past few days. Just a reminder that remembrance can also bring a smile to our faces.
If you really haven't known me that long, it's likely you haven't seen me at this time of year yet. If you have, then you know the deal - as always, the avatar will change back after the 12th.
November 11th: Remembrance Day for Commonwealth Nations, Veteran's Day for Americans, Armistice Day for other countries as well as for those who choose to stick by the old terms.
It's a day we're supposed to look back and remember that freedom isn't free, and that entire generations have fought with their lives so that we no longer have to. We only need to give a couple minutes at 11am on Wednesday to do so.
I tend to give a little more - this is my way of remembering:
This year, I'm going to put my Remembrance Day posts in my Metropolis World. As always, I don't demand that anyone take their time to read these stories, but I do encourage it. Though I won't deny a great sense of personal satisfaction in doing these write-ups, my goal is strictly to pass along a story that perhaps no one has heard about just yet. These are stories that you almost feel ashamed that you don't know; these are stories that you never want the world to forget . . .
This year, I'm going to tell stories that I should have learned about years ago, given my personal status as a second-generation Chinese-Canadian. We'll start with a man in the right place at the wrong time, who became a spy for the British during World War Two: Agent Bill Chong.
