March 2004 Archives

Sixteen years ago I had a hell of a year. I was in a different province for two months. I was on a plane for the first time in ten years. (I wouldn't go again for another nine.) My voice changed. I started growing pubic hair. I had just learned the joys, or in some ways, the point, of masturbating. When I got back to Ontario on September 2, 1988, I got back to A NEW BED. A double bed, with a new headboard and new (stainable) sheets and everything.

A couple of months ago I was thinking about what Rose and I would have for dinner. I realized that I didn't have much at home and that we would have to either buy food or order in. But then I had the brilliant thought of, get this, leveraging my potatoes!

Yes, I work in high-tech sales with marketing right behind me.

It seems as though I have to keep a minimum number of entries on this page or else by sidelinks and previous entries won't format properly. Or I could lower my resolution, I suppose.

I'll start posting real entries soon, I promise. By the way, any entry before yesterday is an import from Diaryland. You should read them.

Today I am going to state my predictions for the likely springtime Canadian election: The Progressive Conservatives (is that what they are still called?) will take it all in May!

Why do I think this? Because I dreamed it last night. We had a PC PM, and I was thinking, "How typically Canadian! One Prime Minister lasts ten years, then they fuck off and retire and leave the successor (and the party) out to dry in the next election, to happen in a few months." The only difference from reality is that the new PM was some new guy that I hadn't seen before.