Conflight

A man took my spot on a badminton court today.

When I tried to explain to him that I was taking a one minute break in-between games whilst my mixed partner warmed up, he told me to "lose your attitude". I looked at him quizzically, and decided that he was not worth my time.

I, as calmly as I could, rose up from the bench I was sitting and walked to my other spot, on the benches at a far court. Whilst gathering my bearings, he continued to yell at me.

I could have yelled at him. Had I been a more violent person by nature, I might even have punched him for being so rude, inconsiderate, and downright mean. Instead, I tried to play a game with better people. I won that game; but the fun was gone, so I left and did my best to amble back home.

The subways were down, and I walked through the crowds of brightened people hurrying to catch a shuttle bus South or North while I made my way into the Loblaws to purchase an assortment of products that I probably paid too much for and that I definitely did not need.

Thus ends my story about my productive day.

Oh, and I made cricket/mushroom/fish soup.

+25 points to English Literature

"He was her servant for life." - Philip Pullman, as cited in "The Book of Dust".

Now to go check out something about rubies...

Losing track of the track

I'm going to cancel the opportunity to write the tile that indicates that I am free writing. Why complicated things when you can simplify things... is what a politician and a mathematician would say.

The blank page; not the Front Page, as so cleverly enunciated by Rick Mercer.
What happened to the CBC, anyway? Anytime I tune into that show, it's always NEVER current. Probably because they make terrible financial decisions. And those decisions are the same they were making 10 years ago? I think not.

The reasoning behind all this is that by cutting media funding, the Harper government took away the tools from the workers, which prevented them from adequately defending themselves from the tools that are not so commonplace but far more dangerous.

Again, the reason I continue to write is because I've rationalized that it's far more efficient for me to write things on a screen (at least, creatively speaking - good luck using Blogger to do your Chem homework!).

Yours truly,
GH

Stella & Pikachu

Today, I headed down to Robarts Library and tried to print my course syllabus for Organic Chemistry. The first computer I tried would not open the pdf file, so I had to scoot over to the second one; they're all in rows, and while most of them are at sit-down desks, the one I used was a stand-up.

So I sent the syllabus to the printer, but when I got to the printer, there was a sign saying that my card was no longer valid and I would have to upgrade to a new U of T card to access the funds on it to print.

Anyway, long story short, I'll print my syllabus tomorrow.

I then headed to Stella's Place with my brand new Diablo scarf that I had ordered previously and received in the mail yesterday, and when I arrived... the studio activity for the week was finger-knitting a scarf. So I started to finger-knit a scarf, but I quickly realized what a futile effort it would be to create something I had no need of. So with help from one of the facilitators, I finger-knit a cozy-thing for my Nintendo Switch.

Speaking of which, I'm excited to eventually play this game:

I'm not sure when I'll open it. I really should open it; I don't want to have too stressful of a semester.
It's getting really late and I have class tomorrow. I'm content with how easy it was to write all these words. Took me less than 10 minutes. Wow.

It feels good to feel alive again.

Typo checkup on 2024-03-16.