“It might seem silly, for me to think childish thoughts like these”
-Hotel Yorba, The White Stripes

The song of the day was inspired by this cool 28 Days Later outtake/deleted scene where the cast sings Hotel Yorba in a car. I never get tired of this song.

“All they got inside is vacancy”

I had this terrible nightmare that Stephen "The Canadian George W" Harper and his Conservative demons won the election…oh wait. I’m awake and living a nightmare. Goodbye everything that was moderately decent about Canada, or should I just call us Little America. At least it’s a minority gov. Goodbye same-sex marriage too (probably). Oh well. More fights with protestors again (I did get into words with an anti-same-sex marriage campaigner in front of Parliament Hill last year…). One more reason to leave the country. And I’ll just stop complaining about things I don’t pretend to even know about.

I did get out and vote, even though I didn’t think I was going to. But I really liked the NDP candidate, Peggy Nash, in my riding so I’m glad I voted for her and she won. And Liza Frulla lost in her riding, which made me happy because she’s the reason I am more than likely out of a job, thanks to her big initiative at the Banff TV conference last summer. So what does all of this complaining have to do with anything?

“I had fifteen people telling me to moveI got moving on my mind”

For those of you who read this who are not Eve, I am thinking about moving to Japan for a few months (May-September) and living with Eve. I know, you’re shocked. But due to the fact that everyone else is deserting me in the city and I may be jobless, what the hell am I hanging around here for? So I’m actively looking into it, found a sweet airline deal, and am budgeting things out (A Working Holiday Visa is free you say?! Ride a bicycle, eh? Insult an entire country with my crazy antics and jerk-like personality- now you’re talking!)
I had originally planned on possibly just visiting Eve in Japan, but since the future is bleak (and not so bright that I gotta wear shades) I’m thinking of making it an extended holiday. I’m looking into job opportunities, or actually, Eve is looking into job possibilities for me. We’ll see if I can part with my DVD collection and Entertainment Weekly subscription for a few months (if you know me, you know this is a serious factor). Now the saving money test begins. If I walk into an HMV and don’t purchase anything, will my head explode? It hasn’t happened yet (I meant the walking out of HMV without a purchase. My head has exploded previously when I have tried to grapple with the mystery that is the erotic allure of David Hasselhoff….okay now I’m lying. We all know Tom Selleck would beat down the Hoff any day with his awesome mustache powers).

“Well it's 1, 2, 3, 4, take the elevator”

In other more disturbing news, as if the erotic potential of the Hoff wasn’t disturbing enough, I can’t find Jean-Luc Brossard. No, not the Olympic mogul skiing champ, but my goldfish of the same name. I mean, I can see his little tank, but I can’t find him within. It’s only about 2 litres of water and it has a lid, but he’s no where to be found. Leanne lifted out the plants because I was afraid to dislodge his bloated corpse and have it touch me, but there was no corpse to be found. We moved rocks, but no Jean-Luc. We looked on the floor to no avail. If he was determined enough he could have slipped out of a tiny, dime-sized hole in the tank lid and was possibly swallowed by the cat, but she doesn’t even eat people food, so I doubt she would eat her half-brother from another mother.

Sofia and I brainstormed things that could have possibly happened:
-he jumped out and was eaten by the cat
-he disintegrated into the ether
-he’s invisible
-he’s in another dimension
-he’s gone all Nemo on us and is looking for his dad, French Canadian singer Roch Voisine (who I thought was an imaginary person in my grade 4 French textbooks until I was in university)
-he blew up and his particles are floating in the water
-he evolved and walked out the front door
-he became a rock at the bottom of the tank

He’s probably dead. He was a year and a half old and has lived in such fascinating places as Ottawa, Toronto, and yes, even Thorold. He lived a good life and I will honour his memory and not eat fish or seafood related products for a week (although I forgot that we’re going to the Keg tomorrow for Leanne’s goodbye dinner and they do have delicious crab legs). I won’t eat fish today, then.

“I'm gonna do what I please”

Shane and I are going to see Capote tonight, so that should be fun. I’ve wanted to see this movie for a while but have put it off since I’m cheap and lazy.

Top 5 iPod Playlist of the Day in Memory of Jean-Luc Brossard (the fish, not the man):

Walk to the Water- U2
I love Rock and Roll- Joan Jett (he did love it so)
Going, Going, Gone- Stars
Complainte de la Butte- Rufus Wainwright (for his French heritage)
Confusion- The Zutons (how do you lose a fish?)

“I wonder how long it will take till we're alone"