So I was somewhere (not at the office but at work) and this guy from TSN comes in, introduces himself, the whole nine yards.
Says he’s heard a lot about me and wants my help on some things. I figure because of my writing, somehow they’ve heard of me.
But no, they want me for my computer skills and don’t care if I can construct a sentence.
hrmph.
EDIT:
I don’t know if I was really clear, but this was a dream I had, not real life.
Curling is going well. Extremely well, I’m watching some of the best curling around. The level of play is amazing, the teams are wizards on ice. The last draw is tommorrow, and I wish it wouldn’t end. I got a shirt signed by Guy Hemmings. For some reason, it reminded me of one time Dad and I went to the Old-Timers hockey game at the Metro Centre. Bobby Hull was there and signing autographs. I got my program signed by him and he shook my Dad’s hand. The one thing that I remember about it, more then meeting the Golden Jet, was that there was this weasely guy besider him pushing mini-sticks, hats and t-shirts in front of him to sign between fans. Naturally on the next table over, you could buy this signed stuff. But if just struck me as impolite that Hull was giving as much attention to the marketing guy with his merchandaise as he was for the real fans, the flesh and blood in from of him. Guy Hemmings shook my hand, asked me if I curled and where, asked me to move to Quebec to join his team. Any money involved in the whole situation went to the Sandra Schmirler Foundation. That’s the difference between Hockey and Curling, I guess. I would never be able to make the memorabilia money selling signed curling stuff. The game is so much more Canadian, and it’s great, because it is amateur and tangible. As easy as I can sit in the stands and cheer, I feel I could be on the ice down there throwing stones.
I’m hanging out with Dad all through this and it’s going well. We went to a movie tonight. Derailed. It was really cool.
I’ve always been enamored with the idea of the ‘regular guy hero’. The man who does the extraordinary when the time calls for it, with only an inner compass guiding him. Unbreakable is a perfect example of this, and perhaps Clive Owen’s character in Sin City. A History of Violence as well. This struck me as being similar. Someone taking matters into their own hands. Vigilante. I have a short story half written with that ‘Joe Hero’ concept, sitting here, that I will someday make available. Whenever it gets finished.
I’m currently reading Teacher Man, the third autobiographical book by Frank McCourt. Amazing stuff. What are you reading? What do you want to read?
There’s a van for Mike Savage (Liberal incumbent, Dartmouth-Cole Harbour) parked outside. He’d never actually get to my apartment, but I would love to ask him for an apology on behalf of the Liberal Party for the screw up known as the sponsorship scandal. I’d also like to know where he was this morning and whether that was politically motivated.
I’ve been considering more and more to email or write the candidates for Halifax and ask them what their party’s stance is on the issues important to me. Of course, I probably won’t because even now I’m not sure what is super important to me. In the end, Alexa will probably win, because she’s charismatic, even if all she’s done since the last time we had an election is get mad at Triumph the insult comic dog.
Here’s a question, while all the suits are glad-handed people and wooing x-marks, who’s actually running the country?
I got two free tickets for tonight’s draw at the Curling Trials. Lower bowl, better then the tickets I got for Dad and I this weekend. I’m pretty excited to go.
My picks are Jennifer Jones and Kevin Martin. Not picking Colleen isn’t something to advertise at the office, since her coach is one of my people.
Anyway, it’s the men’s draw tonight and my attention will be focused on Martin vs. Howard.
