The Chronicles of Rick

I was walking to the parking garage in Chinatown after a long morning. I had to wake up around 8 o'clock (which in my world means it's still bedtime for me) to go to my bi-annual dentist appointment which doubled as a hair-cut day for the family.

Anyways, we just finished buying our groceries for the week and were about to go home. I just received a call from my buddies to go hang out and have lunch at the chinese buffet (9.99 for all you can eat lunch, fuck yeah I'm going). Given that I was already in Chinatown, it was an offer I couldn't refuse for the sake of convenience. Holding bags of groceries in my hand, I ventured down to the parking garage with my mom and sis to drop things off and head back out. It was there that I heard a familiar tune, which if anybody has ever been rick rolled, would have recognized almost instantaneously.

Now, having been on the internet for a while, I've been rickroll'd quite a few times. I hate it when it happens, not because I hate the song, but more for the utter disappointment you feel when you click on a link to see whatever it is you want to see (no, I'm not talking about porn... ahem) and be greeted with the elvis haired ginger Rick Astley dancing as hard as a white kid could in the 80's.

It's just the thought that someone would actually be singing along to a C.D. of Rick Astley that disturbs me the most. Not that I have anything against it. I just wished I could see the face of the driver when he realized he wasn't the only person in the garage (the music died rather quickly after he saw us).

I guess this could be a continuing series of posts. If I'm unlucky enough to get rickroll'd in real life (meaning I encounter the song never gonna give you up in real life and not on the internet), I will record the circumstances of the rick roll and add it on my blog.

this was when I was rickroll'd in Chinatown's parking garage.

The Agony of Defeat

Stanley Cup finals are over and as you'd expect, and much to my disappointment over my pessimistic prediction, the Vancouver Canucks lost against the Boston Bruins in seven games. I'm sad but strangely not too much so.

The Canucks accomplished quite a lot this season. We led the league in goals differential, had the best power play, penalty kill, won the President's Trophy and finally defeated the Blackhawks and advanced past the second round to play to the seventh game of the Stanley Cup finals. We were just one win away from winning it all. All in all, it's not too bad of an improvement over last year where we fell in the second round to the Chicago Blackhawks.

But you know, you're not really a true sports fan until after you shared in their many disappointments. It's great sharing in a team's victory, you're overjoyed, you scream and you bask in the glow of the team winning the championship. But when you lose, man it sucks, especially when you're so close to winning the Cup.

That's really the spirit of being a sports fan. You celebrate the victories as one and you share the disappointment of defeat.

So ends my extended vacation from writing. I'm getting back on the bike and trying to write consistently again. Maybe I'll have more blog posts, but most likely, I'm gonna finish my outline for my script. I haven't been showing up for work the past few weeks on this thing (mainly because it's summer) so hopefully, I find my writing legs soon.

Getting back on the Bike

It's been a while since I fired up the word processor to write, outline or do any kind of prep work for my script. Actually it's been a while since I wrote anything that wasn't school related. But that's the thing about life, you go to school (or if you're older, work), come home study and relax a little and once magic hour comes for you to start getting work done on the page, you think to yourself that you had a big day, you're kinda exhausted, and quite frankly, you're not feeling like writing.

Welcome to the last few months of my life.

I've been off of school for about two weeks and it certainly doesn't feel like it. It feels that I just finished my last final the night before and I still need to catch up on my rest to be at 100 percent before I start writing again.

Every night I tell myself, "tonight is the night I'm gonna sit my ass down and write" and every night for the last two weeks, I've found another excuse not to. Either I want to catch up on the movies I haven't seen or I want to finish giving notes on a script to a friend, or whatever. I blame the fact that school has been a burdensome orangutan for the past few months. It sapped me of what little will power I had to write by making me write essays. By the end of the school year, I just wanted to sit back and let myself go a little. Just relax. It's gotten so bad that I stared playing video games again, that's how much I wanted to escape putting words to the page.

But... I have only about two months left before I leave for school in the fall. That means I have about two months left to finish writing my script... or at least an outline.