My expectations ofcommon sense died a little today

>>RANT ALERT<<
After working on a sprained ankle with a strained Achilles Tendon for 3 days, I was finally granted a day off from work to rest it so that I may come back with the strength to perform my duties. My day was an incessant string of calls from people who chose not to think.
What good is a day of rest if it is spent doing what you do, just from somewhere else? Then again, God had a day off, but he spent it around his work too.
But I'll bet you a bucket of chicken he turned his ringer off.

Thing I saw online

This seems to be a thing goign around on blogs I read...Thought I'd try it myself.
4 things I am looking forward to:

1. Victoria Day BBQ tomorrow
2. Swimming at the beach this summer
3. Continuing out my artistic endeavors
4. My next day off (that I don't get called in)

4 things I did yesterday:

1. Bought a Tiki Torch for a project
2. Got called in to work
3. Sat at home and watched TV
4. Repainted an old frame I had lying around

4 things I wish I could do

1. Knit
2. Math
3. Sleep in
4. Be consistant with blogging

4 things or shows I have watched

1. Cash Cab
2. Terminator 3
3. Back to back Threadbanger.com episodes
4. Fringe

4 of my favourite blogs:

1. Daisy Yellow
2. Today in Jens sewing room
3. Strobist
4. Notct.org

Happy New Year

Well, the New Year came and for the first time in 10 years, I was on the right side of the bar. The side that drinks and dances and has fun instead of the one sweaty from stress and work and having to start the New Year ankle deep in "Vomited-Festivities".

And what are my plans for the New Year? Too many to mention, but I did decided to keep it simple and set some easy to focus in on "tasks/guidelines" instead of the usual "resolutions".

What are they?

1. Spend more time at the gym.

Since I already spend some time there, this is really more of a focus and something to put a bit more drive into. I've recently been on happier terms with my physique and can see a small, but marked difference in it for the better. A little bit more effort and I know I'll be ready for Speedo's come summer.....in my house of course.....cause Public Speedo's should be illegal.

2. Be more clear about my intentions.

This is more of a tweak of a philosophic bent. I've realized that I've worried more for the feelings of others in what I say more than the goal of getting a point across. This has left me more often than not in a spot of being misunderstood and having to repeat myself constantly. I used to mumble a lot, but overcame that. Now I've simply got to make my intentions more clear. In order to do this though, I'll have to have more confidence in what my intentions really are....ahhhhh.......not really that deep.....was hoping for more.

3. Live as an artist instead of living around being an artist.

I've really been pushing my art and my creativity off to the side these last few months from any combination of work stress, lack of sleep, under-inspiration, procrastination and lack of confidence. Yeah, that's all over with. My goal is to work on/design/plan/improve/finish any existing ideas each and every day and log them/catalogue them daily.

4. Be part of a Show/Exhibition in the next 6 months

Quite simply, produce enough work of a satisfactory level that I am comfortable putting it in a show and allowing my work to be criticized and/or sold. This is an important thing for me to do, probably the most important. This requires a lot of factors to come together and work in conjunction with one another, requiring the previous 3 Guidelines to have to fulfill themselves.

Not quite the Laws of Robotics, but it's what I think will work for me.

Who's out there?

I was curious today about who all actually reads this. I know I've done sweet f*ck all to promote it, except to a few friends, and was curious who all actually reads it.
As the author of it, I'd like to ask you the reader to just say either a 'Hey!" or to provide more input to me with a quick situational thing.
This Saturday, I'm working an 18.5 hour shift in a small booth. The booth will provide me with full cable , but TV gets boring after so many hours. Here's the input aspect: I'm a crafty sorta guy, what would you like to see me make in this 18.5 hour span?

Posting a good day

Today was one of those weird days that we all have. It started off good, went bad, then horribly wrong, then settled out to even in the end.
I decided to go and get some supplies to make yet another Christmas ornament (http://www.instructables.com/id/no_melt_Sparkleball/) for the lobby of the hospital that I work at, so off to the Dollar Store I go.
On my way there, I decide to treat myself to an eggnog latte at a coffee shop that I used to work at. It's considered a treat because it breaks the $5 line for something I can normally make at home for less than a buck.
After getting it, I remember it's too hot to drink right away, so I save it for browsing whilst shopping. 2 minutes into the store I see an old friend and give her a big hug. This is when it starts to get kinda shitty. She accidentally bumps my arm on the 'hug release' and my coffee, without Sip 1 taken from it, falls to the floor in the store. Big Mess.
I'm a patient and understanding sort of fellow. She apologized profusely and offered to buy me another coffee to replace it, but let's just say she was out on 'business' and calling her on the new coffee would interupt her transactional process. I let it go and convinced her it was indeed no problem, and she could get me another time.
At this point I found an employee of the store and informed her that I had dropped my coffee, was very sorry for making a mess and that I would be more than willing to help her clean up the mess.
I forgot how snarly and horrible retail can turn a person. This girl just about ripped my head off and all but told me to get out of the store for making her clean up the mess. I stood close to the spill to alert other customers about it and directed the traffic around it. When she arrived brandishing a mop, I quickly moved out of the way of her work and stare. Rarely do I ever say these things, but WHAT A BITCH!
After I picked up my supplies, i headed back to the coffee shop to pick up another. they were surprised to see me again so quickly and assumed I had loved the last coffee so much that I had gulped it back and needed another one. It wasn't until after I had received it that they heard my story and were taken aback by it, and then told me had they have known, I wouldn't have had to pay for the replacement.
So, some marbles in one basket, and some in the other, life balances out in the end. The treat was well earned, but $10 more than I had planned to use for myself today. *sigh*

yeah, late again...

You know, I really do enjoy this blog.....even though I think maybe 3 people actually know of it's existence. By they way people who read this, tell someone else about it....just for fun....nothing against you guys, but c'mon, I could tell you guys all about this on MSN or something.

Anyways, from my last post, I was taking my bike down to check on repairs and costs and crap. I fucked up the gearbox thing on the back of the bike and bent the rim badly.....$40 for new wheel, $15 for new gear box.....bent the frame, that's another $25, check the lines and tensions on gear shifts/brakes....$10......so $90 to get my bike repaired, or $100 to get a new one from him. I decided to donate it to the shop for their cheap bikes for underprivileged kids. This is them --- http://www.idealbikes.ca/

Rethinking this spac

Alright, not that I had a solid agenda when I started this blog, but I feel that i have somehow strayed from my original intentions.

I wanted to use this as a source of journaling, of expression and to show you (whoever the hell you are) and remind myself of the influences in my life. Whether they be from dreams, day to day interactions, or inspirations I find on the net.

Not that a format change is necessary, but perhaps a variation from my usual format.

time and space

I suppose that's really what's going through my head at this time of the day. 3:10am on a Tuesday morning. I'm stuck on these two things.
Recently, I've had one of those major upheavals of my life. Or perhaps a sudden awareness of the chaos and displacement in which I've chosen to live. That I've accepted for myself to live in. That I deserve?
Maybe because I watched a movie recently with a person whom I've had mixed feelings and actions with. I'm sure the last few dating experiences have left me with great questions after great confusion and mixed feelings. Maybe my recap on the sheer spectrum of my google.com searches for answers to questions both mundane and extreme in their topics scared me into this. No doubt my career shift from one of high intensity to the lowest societal impact is a part of this as well. I've certainly been given the gift of time to reflect, review and reconsider a great deal of things.
Time has suddenly become...finite.
And space has become...restrictive.
The two things that my 19 year old self had always seen as limitless and unending, the 31 year old me has suddenly turned my great attention to them both. And I find them to be at the wrong ends of the scale from where they should be in the 'great plan'.
I guess that's why I've decided to start this. Writing has always let me see and process what goes on in my own head. Even though I'll never hold these pages in my hand, there remains a certain tactility of it, if only in the process of writing it.
This is the part where I say 'I feel sleep coming on....I'll write more tomorrow', but really I'm going to look at my ceiling for a while, and tr to work the questions out of my head for the rest of the night. Then hope that I'll dream something and write them here later.
My dreams have always been fun to share anyway.