Hello Mr. Campbell, can I show you my boomstick?
So today Bruce Campbell was in the store to do some interviews for his new book, Make Love The Bruce Campbell Way. The book is pretty funny, we flipped through it when it first came into the store a couple months ago one day in the recieving room. It's nice to know there are still books out there that you can read out loud in groups of people and have a good time. I'm not one of those big nerdy Campbell fans mind you, it was coincidence that I was the manager when they decided to shoot. Oddly enough, it was supposed to be a Toronto1 (the channel) shooting, but they didn't show up. Instead, and oddly fitting to Bruce The B-Movie Campbell, the crew from Rogers Cable were there to shoot for crappy station #10. I had a good laugh with the publicist as we discussed the potential closure of Toronto1, which is just down the street, and has had significant financial problems.
I haven't updated this in a while, I probably wouldn't have if Paul hadn't linked to my blog from his.
What a crazy month ahead. I'm meeting Brooke's mom, her brother Tim, and her grandmother, all on Wednesday at the airport. I've never met them before. I know things will be cool, I've talked to all three of them numerous times over the phone and on msn. And people (and by people I mean women I have known throughout the years) are always telling me I'm a parent's kind of boyfriend. I suppose that means parents like me, or at least trust me with their daughter. And they have no reason not to of course :-) I remember one friend's parents even suggesting to her that I was a pretty good catch, so well mannered, why couldn't she date me instead? Yeah, those are always awkward moments.
This week Krista from Amsterdam (though originally from Newfoundland) came to town. I met Krista while I was in London, met her at a bus stop to be exact, over three years ago. Back then we were both just getting out of ridiculous relationships, and exercising our freedoms by travelling. We met at a bus stop and ended up hanging out for two straight days (nothing more than just walking around mind you). It was a lot of fun, we met and walked around London, stumbled upon a HUGE party where everyone was wearing red maple leafs and realized, holy shit, it's Canada Day! So we joined the celebration at the Maple Leaf Pub just south of Soho. Anyhoo, she and her husband were in town this past week, so she gave me a call and we went out for some coffee and beers. I'm only starting to realize how many of my friends live outside of the country, I feel like I'm always introducing people from faraway. Makes me feel like a jetsetter :-D
I never wrote about how I felt when London got bombed two weeks ago. Mostly because, if you've lived there, I think it's kind of hard to describe how you'd feel. It's a lot different, for me at least, than 9/11. Back then there was a real sense of shock, and of fear. All I kept telling Jenny for the entire day was, I really really hope it wasn't muslims. But of course we all know what happened, who was responsible. When London got attacked all I could think of was where so and so worked, how close to that coffee shop was that bomb, my god I can't get through to anyone, I just felt so fucking helpless. All I could do was listen to the radio all day and wait for someone to tell me everyone I knew in the area was okay. My cousin John works upstairs one of the sites, just above the Kings Cross tube station. I was mostly worried about him.
I don't feel scared or anything, no sense living a life in fear of things that might not be. It's like being afraid of getting mugged or having your house robbed. It's remote, distant. If my time in London taught me anything, it's that the people there can put up with anything and move on. They've dealt with terrorism before. Paul's right to suggest the BNP side will take the opportunity to rally support for its ideals. I feel really bad for minorities in the north and west, they're really gonna feel the brunt of this, while people in London will just move on with their lives eventually. Guess we'll have to wait and see.
One of my best friends in the whole wide world is coming next month. I haven't seen Jenny since last October when I went to Manchester for a quick visit with Brooke. It'll be really really good to see her and hang out again next month. And she's here for an entire week at that! Awesome.
Well, better get some sleep. 7Am shifts aren't for everyone, but at least I'll be done at 3.
till next week mes amis
_N
I haven't updated this in a while, I probably wouldn't have if Paul hadn't linked to my blog from his.
What a crazy month ahead. I'm meeting Brooke's mom, her brother Tim, and her grandmother, all on Wednesday at the airport. I've never met them before. I know things will be cool, I've talked to all three of them numerous times over the phone and on msn. And people (and by people I mean women I have known throughout the years) are always telling me I'm a parent's kind of boyfriend. I suppose that means parents like me, or at least trust me with their daughter. And they have no reason not to of course :-) I remember one friend's parents even suggesting to her that I was a pretty good catch, so well mannered, why couldn't she date me instead? Yeah, those are always awkward moments.
This week Krista from Amsterdam (though originally from Newfoundland) came to town. I met Krista while I was in London, met her at a bus stop to be exact, over three years ago. Back then we were both just getting out of ridiculous relationships, and exercising our freedoms by travelling. We met at a bus stop and ended up hanging out for two straight days (nothing more than just walking around mind you). It was a lot of fun, we met and walked around London, stumbled upon a HUGE party where everyone was wearing red maple leafs and realized, holy shit, it's Canada Day! So we joined the celebration at the Maple Leaf Pub just south of Soho. Anyhoo, she and her husband were in town this past week, so she gave me a call and we went out for some coffee and beers. I'm only starting to realize how many of my friends live outside of the country, I feel like I'm always introducing people from faraway. Makes me feel like a jetsetter :-D
I never wrote about how I felt when London got bombed two weeks ago. Mostly because, if you've lived there, I think it's kind of hard to describe how you'd feel. It's a lot different, for me at least, than 9/11. Back then there was a real sense of shock, and of fear. All I kept telling Jenny for the entire day was, I really really hope it wasn't muslims. But of course we all know what happened, who was responsible. When London got attacked all I could think of was where so and so worked, how close to that coffee shop was that bomb, my god I can't get through to anyone, I just felt so fucking helpless. All I could do was listen to the radio all day and wait for someone to tell me everyone I knew in the area was okay. My cousin John works upstairs one of the sites, just above the Kings Cross tube station. I was mostly worried about him.
I don't feel scared or anything, no sense living a life in fear of things that might not be. It's like being afraid of getting mugged or having your house robbed. It's remote, distant. If my time in London taught me anything, it's that the people there can put up with anything and move on. They've dealt with terrorism before. Paul's right to suggest the BNP side will take the opportunity to rally support for its ideals. I feel really bad for minorities in the north and west, they're really gonna feel the brunt of this, while people in London will just move on with their lives eventually. Guess we'll have to wait and see.
One of my best friends in the whole wide world is coming next month. I haven't seen Jenny since last October when I went to Manchester for a quick visit with Brooke. It'll be really really good to see her and hang out again next month. And she's here for an entire week at that! Awesome.
Well, better get some sleep. 7Am shifts aren't for everyone, but at least I'll be done at 3.
till next week mes amis
_N
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