Wednesday, June 08, 2005
This weekend is the annual SPOCK DAYS/GALAXYFEST Convention. I actually missed this last year as I was back home graduating. I imagine it'll be quite the photo op weekend, so I'll attempt to rouse myself before noon to get some shots.

That is, if I still have a home. Since I've been back (a grand total of about 60 hours so far) I am convinced Alberta is telling me to leave. First of all, it's been pouring, and I mean POURING rain. I've gone from wearing t-shirts and shorts and sandals in Kamloops to wearing like three shirts and a waterproof jacket just to walk from the office to my car.

Another unfortunate result of the heavy rainfall is that the basement I live in has started to leak in water from...the walls I guess. I dunno. All I know is that the carpet is permeated with water and today I'm going to have to move everything in the living room away from the wall. Oh, did I mention that this particular wall is where my electronic stuff is plugged in? My Messenger name mentioned the water, which lead Ryan to message me thusly:

sanman: if vulcan gets flooded, can we call it a "worf"
sanman: HAHAHAHHA
sanman: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
sanman: pun intended.

And in other news, my landlord knocked on my door last night to let me know that he's put the house up for sale, which means that any day now he could announce that it's been sold and I've gotta find a new place to live. (though to be fair he did say he would give me plenty of warning.)

Anyways, apparently there's Bed Races on Saturday. I have no idea what this might be but that's what it says on the poster I have in my hands. There's also two Guest Stars, JG Hertzler and Robert O'Reilly, who were General Martok and Chancellor Gowron respectively on the show. And if you know who Martok and Gowron are, leave right now, leave now and never come back.

It's interesting to discover what can happen in merely one week of absence from work. For starters, deciphering just what exactly your replacement moved/renamed/deleted while you were gone. It's like a game of hide and seek, except when you find the person hiding, you want to punch him in the face.

In lighter news, I stopped at Blockbuster in Calgary with my cousin before I came back to Vulcan. We were just going to kill a few minutes, but I decided to pick up some pre-viewed DVDs. My purchases were Dodgeball (no explanation needed), Evil Alien Conquerors (no explanation needed...if you're Shaun) and William Shatner's SPPLAT ATTACK, which I had never heard of before, but might best be described as Shatner leading a "Federation" team against a Borg and a Klingon team in the epic battleground of paintball at the behest of a powerful overlord known only as The Big Giant Head. It sounds ludicrous but really it's just a giant day-long paintball fest spanning what seems to be an entire town (or at least a very large, complex paintball field). At one point Shatner and co. tell a guy they won't shoot him and them promptly proceed to, of course, shoot him, and continue to do so when he's down, until he cries out in agony for them to stop.

Finally, have you heard of MLB shortstop Clint Barmes? He's out for at least 3 months after - get this - falling down some stairs at home while carrying some groceries. "I figured, I'm an athlete, I can walk up the stairs, it's not that big a deal," said Barmes, who said he got tired of waiting for the elevator.

What is the moral of this story?

- Don't take the stairs
- If you take the stairs, make sure you know how to walk up them without falling and breaking your collarbone
- If you have Clint Barmes on your Fantasy Baseball team, time to get rid of him RIGHT NICK? BWAHAHAHA
- STAIRS > BARMES


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