"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.
