Where Dustbunnies Go To Die

... and yet it's about to be. I've been drowsy since I got back from lunch with my parents. Okay, I slept particularly badly last night, but still... I've been fighting the urge to nap for the past four hours so that I'll get to sleep tonight.

Anyhow, it was so warm in here that I decided to pop up to Future Shop and Indigo to use the gift cards my parents gave me. That may have been a mistake... when I checked CP24 before going out, the temperature was 9C (48F) and the humidity was 94%. (!!!) I should have switched to a lighter coat, but I couldn't be bothered. *fans self*

Anyway, I picked up Lost S4, First Among Sequels by Jasper Fforde and Proven Guilty by Jim Butcher. I'm not sure if it's the seventh one in the series (since the publisher stopped numbering them after #6), but it was the only one they had in paperback that I didn't already own.

So now, for next time I feel the need to go shopping, I have 12 cents left on the Future Shop gift card and 49 cents on the Indigo card. Now that's what I call planning. :)

A question for my friends who have iTunes: do you find that it interferes with the performance of your computer? I usually leave it open even when I'm not playing music (since I leave the computer on most of the time), and it was running ridiculously slowly recently. I rebooted earlier today, and haven't yet opened iTunes, and it's running as smooth as silk. Weird.

I wouldn't say this guy is a celebrity by any stretch, but pretty much everyone who watches TV and lives in Toronto (I don't know about the rest of the country) knows this guy... I just ran into the guy from the Rogers commercials at the bank machine. (The one where the guy loses his signal at the most inopportune moment and gapes at someone nearby who is still getting their signal because they're using Rogers.)

The funny thing is that it felt much more like an "OMG, someone famous!" moment than meeting any actor at a con has been. I don't know if that's because I wasn't working and so the wall of professionalism wasn't there - I had a similar feeling when I bumped into George Strombolopoulos a couple of months ago.

(Or maybe it's just because this guy's better looking in real life than he is in those commercials... frankly, I always thought he looked kind of goofy on TV. The three days' worth of stubble probably helped, too. *grin*)

I had a good day at work - I got the last tweaks to the applicant report I was working on done (and they were just tiny tweaks, having to do with spacing - creating a PDF document in code is not easy to get right - fixed a couple of bugs, and made a couple of requested changes involving the list of private employers regions.)

I managed to make it home just as the rain started. I was fishing for my wallet to get my key card out and looked across the parking lot. I thought, "That's odd, it looks like it's raining, but I don't feel anything." I looked up, and still felt nothing. All of a sudden, I heard the front moving toward me - the sound of water hitting the leaves of the trees that line the parking lot was unmistakable. So I ran the last three steps and got under the overhang just as it hit where I'd been standing. Nice timing. :) (Good thing I decided to put off going to the post office to pick up the package that's waiting for me until tomorrow.)

Now... dinner, then panelist approvals in the database, a little more schedule Jenga (one of our Forensics speakers is apparently only available on Sunday), then I have to send out some paperwork that's due tonight. Provided listening to John Barrowman's "Another Side" album doesn't put me to sleep... maybe I should put on "Reflections Of Broadway" instead and belt out some Sondheim.

Virtually none of the businesses along Yonge Street between my bus stop and the office had shovelled their walks today. It must have taken me ten minutes to make what's normally a five-minute walk. It was also pretty annoying that the plows deposited four-foot high snowbanks along the sidewalks, with no breaks for the bus stop. Getting on and off the bus today was an adventure.

Okay, the real reason I'm bothering to post...

( More Star Trek casting news. )

travellingone's latest post reminded me about this...

First of all, I must have been really tired last night. I feel asleep within minutes of going to bed and didn't wake up until nearly 1 this afternoon. I went out for my usual coffee at Starbucks and then went for my customary walk around the neighbourhood while I drank it. About half a block north of Yonge and Eglinton, roughly outside the Indigo entrance, there was a cart where they were giving out free samples of Coca-Cola Blak in eight-ounce bottles. Since I'd been wanting to try it (I couldn't find it when I was in Atlanta - go figure), I lined up and got a bottle. Since I was still drinking my coffee, I stuck it into my coat pocket and continued my walk. Down on the corner of Yonge and Eglinton, there was another guy handing out samples, and he handed one to me as I walked by (I guess he didn't see the first bottle protruding from my pocket). So now I have two bottles of Coca-Cola Blak chilling in my fridge. I'll let you know what I think later.

It feels weird to have the air conditioner on when it's, what, 14 degrees outside? But even though the TV was telling me that was 14 when I went out, the sun felt warmer. Not to mention, my superintendent finally turned on the heat in the building last night, so my apartment was roasting when I got back from my walk. And while I was out, I was experiencing that odd sensation of the air being cool but still feeling the heat of the sun on my back. Or maybe I just felt warm because I wore my leather jacket instead of one of my windbreakers.

I had some Gaylaxicon mail that came in this week, so I arranged to meet Lloyd where he was working so that he could give it to Yvonne. Unfortunately, I misremembered where he worked. I remembered taking the King streetcar last time, and thought the address was 444 King St. West. So I rode the subway down to King and got on the streetcar. I went past 444 (I hate that not every building puts its address somewhere prominent), so I got off and walked back - but there was no 444 King St. West. The place where I think it should have been was a construction site.

So, I thought, I must have misremembered, and it must have been 444 King St East. So I crossed the street and got on the streetcar going the other way, and rode it to where 444 King St. East should have been. Again, I went past it and had to walk back, but that wasn't it either. Argh. So I rode back to Yonge Street.

By this time it was 8:24, and I was supposed to be there between 8 and 8:30. So I got off at Yonge and called Lloyd on his cell - it turned out that I had been sort of right the first time, but was wrong about the street address - it was 720 King West, not 444. The Globe's headquarters are at 444 Front Street. *headdesk*

As it turned out, Lloyd was on his way to the recording studio where he's been working on some audio plays, and they needed him tonight. So I got back on the westbound streetcar and met up with him at King and Bathurst.

Apart from the fact that I was late (and he'd actually left work early because they'd wanted him to come earlier than planned to the studio), what made it even worse is that despite CP24 saying that it was going to be raining later tonight, it was a veritable downpour by the time I got to King and Yonge the first time, and I hadn't bothered to bring my umbrella with me. I should know better by now than to believe CP24's weather forecasts.

(And what's with all the rain this week, anyway? Are you folks in Boston sending it our way? I know you got more than enough by a few orders of magnitude, but you should have sent it out over the ocean.)

It seems to have stopped raining now, though. Not that it matters, because for some reason I'm feeling like going to bed. And it's not even 1:30 yet.

Had it stopped earlier, though, I might have called up a friend to see if he wanted to get a drink. You see, he emailed me yesterday to tell me that he came out to his parents this week, and they took it well. (I'm not naming names, because I don't know how out he is to his friends. I know that several of you know him, but I'll let him determine how he comes out to you.) That seemed to me to be a good reason to go out. Unfortunately, I hate going out in bad weather. Perhaps, since this is a long weekend, he'll be up for going out Sunday night. I can take him to Woody's for the Best Legs contest or something.

The Weather Network said last night that today was supposed to be sunny. Their website currently says "light snow." Obviously, these are definitions of "sunny" and "light" with which I was previously unfamiliar. I can't remember the last time I saw snow falling vertically, without any blowing around, and hitting the ground at what looks like about 40 kph.

And lucky me, I get to go out in it in two hours to meet cuteteenboy and make sure he finds the bowling alley.

I must try to get to bed at a decent hour tonight to get to my ultrasound appointment for 10:30 tomorrow morning. At the rate my arm is healing (there are only one or two very light purple patches left, and most of my elbow is a puky yellow colour at the moment) there will be nothing for the ultrasound to find tomorrow...

I've been getting some Gaylaxicon stuff done this afternoon; I got an email last night from someone who might be able/willing to take on the Art Show. *fingers crossed* He's worked with Team Eh in the past, which is a plus.

Oh, and I got my LACon IV Progress Report in the mail today. The hotel room is all set (I'm staying with Lloyd and Yvonne Penney); I just need to book a flight. Woohoo.