It probably came to mind because I read his autobiography a few months ago. Although I found it pretty entertaining, about halfway through it seemed like he was stuck in an endless loop of behaviour that went nowhere. Despite his alleged recovery from drug addictions as the book wrapped up, I was left thinking "this guy is probably ramming a needle in his arm right now", since the book was published a few years ago. And it also occurred to me that half of it was probably true; the other half bullshit.
I also read Heath Ledger's biography a few months back. Boring, boring, boring. Poorly written too.
Xmas treated me well this year.
Sidenote: The wife hates it when I don't call it Christmas... and yes, it has to be capitalized. Yawn. It's all about the money these days anyway. Plus Jesus was probably born in March anyway, so there's no use getting excited about things.
I finally got an Xbox, and it came with a couple of games. Halo 3 is alright, but I'm hankering for COD. And the racing game, Forza Motorsports, is surprisingly entertaining. I haven't played a racing game in years, but this one is pretty solid.
I also got some sweet new sheets and towels for my pad. Never thought I'd see the day that I'd be excited about fuckin linens. But I suppose everybody's gotta grow up sooner or later.
Also got a couple of books - Vonnegut and Bukowski (mint), new headphones, liquor, some custom coasters from my sis-in-law (one of which sports a studly-lookin pick of me), new gloves and scarf (yuppie), awesome new work boots, and a few other things that escape my memory at the moment.
On a melancholy note, I think I just saw our old wise cat for the last time. He was looking mighty frail, and he's definitely taken a turn for the worse in the past two months. But I also got to hang out with my bro's new cat, Ollie Williams. He's got a double set of fangs right now since his adult teeth have come in before the babies fell out, so he looks menacing... if only he weighed more that 3 pounds. Even still, he's something to be feared at the moment with those claws.
The break was busy with travel, but I got to see a bunch of friends and family along the way. TO, Barrie, Chatham, Sarnia, London. And I even wrote xmas cards to the aunts and uncles I didn't have a chance to see. Look at me, all grown up and shit.
My workplace packed up and moved on the 29th/30th, and we had two brutally busy and tiring days for that task. Even now we're still setting up and unpacking like mad.
New years was spent at The Velvet Room, aka the geriatric farm. Actually it was only an old crowd when we first showed up, then the younger crew took over. It was alot of fun, and it was nice to be away from the stupid undergrads for once. Though I could've used a little more cleavage bouncing around cuz I'm a pervert.
And now it's back to the normal swing, with a twist of a "Biology of Cancer" grad course in the mix. I'm looking forward to it.
In conclusion - xmas, xmas, xmas.
Sidenote: The wife hates it when I don't call it Christmas... and yes, it has to be capitalized. Yawn. It's all about the money these days anyway. Plus Jesus was probably born in March anyway, so there's no use getting excited about things.
I finally got an Xbox, and it came with a couple of games. Halo 3 is alright, but I'm hankering for COD. And the racing game, Forza Motorsports, is surprisingly entertaining. I haven't played a racing game in years, but this one is pretty solid.
I also got some sweet new sheets and towels for my pad. Never thought I'd see the day that I'd be excited about fuckin linens. But I suppose everybody's gotta grow up sooner or later.
Also got a couple of books - Vonnegut and Bukowski (mint), new headphones, liquor, some custom coasters from my sis-in-law (one of which sports a studly-lookin pick of me), new gloves and scarf (yuppie), awesome new work boots, and a few other things that escape my memory at the moment.
On a melancholy note, I think I just saw our old wise cat for the last time. He was looking mighty frail, and he's definitely taken a turn for the worse in the past two months. But I also got to hang out with my bro's new cat, Ollie Williams. He's got a double set of fangs right now since his adult teeth have come in before the babies fell out, so he looks menacing... if only he weighed more that 3 pounds. Even still, he's something to be feared at the moment with those claws.
The break was busy with travel, but I got to see a bunch of friends and family along the way. TO, Barrie, Chatham, Sarnia, London. And I even wrote xmas cards to the aunts and uncles I didn't have a chance to see. Look at me, all grown up and shit.
My workplace packed up and moved on the 29th/30th, and we had two brutally busy and tiring days for that task. Even now we're still setting up and unpacking like mad.
New years was spent at The Velvet Room, aka the geriatric farm. Actually it was only an old crowd when we first showed up, then the younger crew took over. It was alot of fun, and it was nice to be away from the stupid undergrads for once. Though I could've used a little more cleavage bouncing around cuz I'm a pervert.
And now it's back to the normal swing, with a twist of a "Biology of Cancer" grad course in the mix. I'm looking forward to it.
In conclusion - xmas, xmas, xmas.
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