Category: throwback

January 26, 2005 Throwback blog post.

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I’ve spent the last two days deodorizing the place with Christmastime smells. Today will be more of the same.

I’m going to recycle some old content today. I figure if I didn’t remember it well, that nobody who had read my blog fifteen years ago would. It made me laugh and also a little sad because Victoria is the friend who passed away two years ago due to complications from the same health issue mentioned in this throwback post.

Once upon a time, we tried making hooch in my bathtub and laughed and laughed.

…And then laughed some more.

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In the grand scheme of things… this isn’t so grand.

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Yann talks to the cats in front of me. It’s cute because he’s inclusive: he signs simultaneously so that I’ll understand him, even though the cats don’t.

He asked Enfoiré the Perpetually Hungry:

“Do you know how much food you could get for $5?”

*dramatic pause*

“A small bag of treats! That’s it!”

A wide-eyed plump grey cat stares out into space. The backdrop is a red couch with a Twin Peaks themed pillow.
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Lemme talk to your kids about drugs.

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The majority of Gen Zers have left behind a digital trail of their former selves, as many social media platforms have been around for more than 10 years. My blog posts from 2000 would have been long gone had I not been meticulous about preserving my e-history.

I have first-hand accounts of my late teenage years, written as they happened; however, I did not straight-up publicize most of my more intimate moments and thoughts.

I was bullied during the last year of school but never published my experiences, knowing that my bully was hate-reading my blog. I also did not discuss the mess that ensued after my breakup with my first boyfriend, knowing that he was reading it. (It used to be easy to determine who my readers were by matching up their IP, which I had grabbed from old emails, with what the web tracker would log.) Instead, I had to disguise my anger and hurt as metaphorical posts.

But, this post is actually going to be about mind-altering substances! I did not start tripping as a teen, as many people did. I was already openly weird about drugs and felt that their involvement was unnecessary. It irked me how drugs absolved my friends of the outrageous things they’d say and do while under the influence.

HOW IS THIS NOT CHEATING?

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Growth takes time unless you’re my nails.

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We are all limited as to what kind of goals we can set for ourselves right now. My fitness routine is restricted to what I can do with a yoga mat, a set of 8-pound weights, and the hangboard we mounted above our bedroom door frame last month. It seems iffy to be leaving our neck of the woods to do some moderate-distance cycling. Even if we go for 4-hour walks, I’m finding that I’ve been spending most of my time on the couch, perfecting that ass groove.

A gif of Homer Simpson shifting around on the couch.

If only I had the inspiration to tackle a new art project.

The most inspiring person I’ve seen in the past week is my across-the-street neighbour who comes outside on his front porch to toot his gold vuvuzela every day at 7pm. Obviously, I can’t hear his masterful vuvzelling, but I can appreciate how he surveys his surroundings when he comes out, “I hope nobody sees me do this,” then gets in position.

I know the point is to thank all the health care workers and that many people are creating their own noise of thanks. To me, it looks like it’s just this one guy tooting away.

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