Wow, it's not even 12:30 and I think I've responded to all of today's emails that required responses: Polaris stuff, Anticipation stuff and Gaylaxicon stuff. I did a whole bunch of stuff for CUFF last night, so now I'm just waiting for nominations to come in.
Of course, really should start entering panel descriptions into the database for Polaris, but because I have to set up my connection first and I do want to be in bed before 1 (shock!), it will probably have to wait until the weekend. (travellingone
and I should probably arrange to get together to work on it, anyway, so that I can show her how to use the software.)
So today, three weird things happened. I think I posted about a month or so ago that an old email pen-pal from my university days had contacted me out of the blue, and that we'd exchanged a couple of emails. (Which reminds me, I haven't yet responded to his last one...) I thought it quite the coincidence that I had been thinking about him just a few days before he emailed me. Well, today I got a message on Facebook from someone else I hadn't heard from in years, whose name crossed my mind out of the blue the other day. This one is someone I actually knew, as opposed to being an online friend - I think we met in Miss Sarre's grade 1 class at Norway Junior Public School. I do remember that we were in Cubs together, and he would occasionally come over to my house. In high school, we were in band together - we both played trumpet. I haven't seen him since university, and even then, didn't see much of him as I was studying math and he was studying kinesiology. It seems he's working down in Texas now. He always was kind of restless... it'll be fun to get caught up.
The second weird thing: a week or so ago I got a notice from my landlord that I'd apparently underpaid my rent. The people here don't just give a gentle reminder - they actually serve an eviction notice. (It gets rescinded if you give them a cheque for the oustanding amount - I went through this once before when I'd been away for less than a week over the first of the month and forgotten to drop off my cheque before leaving town, and I freaked out when I came home and found it. Nice people at this property management company...) Now, I realized the day after I dropped off my rent cheque this month that it had just gone up and that I had inadvertantly written my cheque for the old amount, so I dropped off a second cheque for the difference, which was $20.11. I'm figuring that the superintendent just hasn't checked the dropbox since the first of the month, so that's not a huge deal - I'll check my bank account to see if the cheque has gone through and if it hasn't, I'll call the office and let them know. (Though there was one time when they neglected to record my payment and I had to get the cheque back from the bank, and the management company refused to reimburse me the bank fee even though they were in the wrong. Assholes.) The really
odd thing about this, though, is that there was a second amount listed on the notice - for $1.12. Yeah, they served me with an eviction notice because I'd apparently underpaid my rent by $1.12. (I'm not sure how they calculated that, unless my storage locker was $10.14 per month instead of the $10 the superintendent told me it was...)
So I wrote them a cheque for $1.12 and dropped it off on my way home tonight, because they wanted it by the 26th. Why they couldn't wait for March 1 for the additional $1.12, I have no idea... and I know, they don't particularly care. They just want their money. It's like a scene from that John Cusack movie... "I want my two dollars!" (I'd look up the movie title, but for some reason IMDb crashes my laptop... I'm thinking it's Better Off Dead
? Help me, thespian
, you're my only hope...)
The third weird thing today is that I bumped into Justen for the second time in roughly 28 hours. That doesn't sound terribly weird except that yesterday, we were nowhere near my neighbourhood (he works fairly close to where I live, but today's encounter was the first time I've bumped into him around here). In total, this is the fourth time I've bumped into him unexpectedly, and those other two times were nowhere near here either. (Once was near Union Station, once at Yonge and St. Clair, yesterday outside the Eaton Centre and tonight at the supermarket. I know I'm his Fairy Godfather, but that doesn't mean he should be able to summon me at will... *grin*)