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No Comic Day
Jan. 2nd, 2008 02:26 pmNo comics today, delayed, and I don't have any I want this week (there is an Exiles one shot I might pick up but I don't care enough to need to get it on time - if they still have it when I next go for comics, I'll get it, if not, I won't, no big deal).
Work wasn't bad though, early and lighter than usual. The only problem was that it was pretty damn cold. Which wasn't too bad, but heading home from work was, because I was facing directly into the wind most of the time, and I haven't fully developed my Canadian layer of cold-resistant skin yet. However, luckily I chose that time to turn into my vigilante identity, The Red Hood. Pulling my toque down over till it hooked on my chin, I walked the streets unafraid of the cold, and looking for any criminals to pummel into submission.
Well, technically I wasn't really the Red Hood. I wouldn't have been an overly dark vigilante, and I never whined about how Batman never loved me (though he never did). And it wasn't really a hood. So I suppose my vigilante identity is really "The Red Toque". I could still see fairly well, but I must have looked a little strange to some people walking down the street with my head completely covered. But it is Canada so probably didn't really freak too many people out... what I really should do next time is read my book while I'm walking like that. I bet I could, too, but it would be a pain in the ass a bit. Ah well.
I do think that if I ever become a vigilante, The Red Toque should be my identity. Only I suppose now it can't be because now that I've posted it, I'd be the first suspect. But now that I've posted that, I've cleared myself, so I can!... no, wait, now I can't. Oh, screw this, I'll choose something else. ... Or WILL I?!
Had a lot of travel-related dreams last night. I suppose a part of me really wishes I could travel more. I won't, because it's outweighed by the part of me that hates all the hassle associated with it (particularly with the pointless security theatre fostered on most air travel nowadays), but I guess the longing is there and acts up every now and then.
Anyway, I didn't do anything for New Year's Eve because I don't celebrate it... I just stayed at home and, because TV completely sucked, watched a marathon of Firefly. Somewhere about a quarter of the way through "Shindig" the noise outside let me know it was probably 2008 (I don't do countdowns), and that was about all she wrote, I finished out the episode and went to bed.
The next day was slightly better. The greek side of my family (maybe it's a wider Greek/Macedonian thing too, I dunno) has a tradition of gathering on New Year's Day. Except, we haven't done it for several years. This year we did, at least many of us, so we went to my grandmothers and I saw a bunch of cousins and aunts (even though I just saw them all a week ago at Christmas), and had zelnik, vielnik, hot greek sausages (yummo, they went fast), and various deserts. It was awesome. However, one old tradition we didn't do. Usually on New Years, they put a dime in the zelnik of one member of each family, and whoever gets the dime is supposed to have 'good luck' that year (assuming they survive the risk of choking on a dime). But we didn't, which is just as well I guess, so many have died needlessly already.
But, New Years traditionally signals the start of my winter depressive season, at least as soon as the sugary goods leftover from the holidays wear out. So I give my standard warning - if I'm less communicative than usual over the next few months, this is probably why. I'm not trying to be rude or distant, it's all chemical.
Work wasn't bad though, early and lighter than usual. The only problem was that it was pretty damn cold. Which wasn't too bad, but heading home from work was, because I was facing directly into the wind most of the time, and I haven't fully developed my Canadian layer of cold-resistant skin yet. However, luckily I chose that time to turn into my vigilante identity, The Red Hood. Pulling my toque down over till it hooked on my chin, I walked the streets unafraid of the cold, and looking for any criminals to pummel into submission.
Well, technically I wasn't really the Red Hood. I wouldn't have been an overly dark vigilante, and I never whined about how Batman never loved me (though he never did). And it wasn't really a hood. So I suppose my vigilante identity is really "The Red Toque". I could still see fairly well, but I must have looked a little strange to some people walking down the street with my head completely covered. But it is Canada so probably didn't really freak too many people out... what I really should do next time is read my book while I'm walking like that. I bet I could, too, but it would be a pain in the ass a bit. Ah well.
I do think that if I ever become a vigilante, The Red Toque should be my identity. Only I suppose now it can't be because now that I've posted it, I'd be the first suspect. But now that I've posted that, I've cleared myself, so I can!... no, wait, now I can't. Oh, screw this, I'll choose something else. ... Or WILL I?!
Had a lot of travel-related dreams last night. I suppose a part of me really wishes I could travel more. I won't, because it's outweighed by the part of me that hates all the hassle associated with it (particularly with the pointless security theatre fostered on most air travel nowadays), but I guess the longing is there and acts up every now and then.
Anyway, I didn't do anything for New Year's Eve because I don't celebrate it... I just stayed at home and, because TV completely sucked, watched a marathon of Firefly. Somewhere about a quarter of the way through "Shindig" the noise outside let me know it was probably 2008 (I don't do countdowns), and that was about all she wrote, I finished out the episode and went to bed.
The next day was slightly better. The greek side of my family (maybe it's a wider Greek/Macedonian thing too, I dunno) has a tradition of gathering on New Year's Day. Except, we haven't done it for several years. This year we did, at least many of us, so we went to my grandmothers and I saw a bunch of cousins and aunts (even though I just saw them all a week ago at Christmas), and had zelnik, vielnik, hot greek sausages (yummo, they went fast), and various deserts. It was awesome. However, one old tradition we didn't do. Usually on New Years, they put a dime in the zelnik of one member of each family, and whoever gets the dime is supposed to have 'good luck' that year (assuming they survive the risk of choking on a dime). But we didn't, which is just as well I guess, so many have died needlessly already.
But, New Years traditionally signals the start of my winter depressive season, at least as soon as the sugary goods leftover from the holidays wear out. So I give my standard warning - if I'm less communicative than usual over the next few months, this is probably why. I'm not trying to be rude or distant, it's all chemical.
