Monthly Archives: July 2009

I am an unrealized visionary

When Leah and I got married I told her there only one thing that I wanted at our wedding—gymnasts. I wanted gymnasts doing back flips, somersaults and other rumbling tumbling things down the aisle. I mean, a whole trapeze routine would have been ideal, but potentially not practical. Leah’s only request was that it would be my job to find said gymnasts. To be honest with all of you, I’m more of a dreamer than doer. Frankly, you’d think if Leah really loved me she would have found gymnasts. So there were no gymnasts at our wedding. My visions of grandeur went unrealized. Well, I am glad to know that there are at least some dreamers and doers in this world.

I present to you the best wedding entrance I’ve ever seen:

Reasons to live in Saskatchewan

Qu'Appelle Valley

We got home last night from Saskatchewan and it was a truly amazing time to be home. I think to say that I am now feeling homesick would be an understatement. I think more appropriate truth and spin would be that I now have a goal—to get home. But, that’s not going to happen any time soon and not necessarily ever, but in the mean time I have a few things to keep me company. Is there anything better than Saskatoons?

Kicked him in the penis

Usually, I wouldn’t post something about penises. Or is it penii? I think it would be better as penii. And as I looked over my shoulder, I saw a huge flock of penii coming at me! Now there’s a story just waiting to be told… or perhaps it already has and you just need to go to the back room of your neighbourhood video store. Do video stores still have backrooms? I can’t remember seeing a backroom since I was a little kid. Maybe there’s laws about these things now. In any case, this is an amazing ad.

The Candy Conspiracy

When I was a kid Klein’s Food Mart was our convenience store. I don’t think they exist anymore and I think they were local to Regina only. They had huge 63¢ slurpees. 2 chocolate bars for 99¢. And only a few minutes to get there on a bike. Oh, and of course, all the 5¢ candies that you could want.

Now, let me be upfront, I’m a writer and I don’t know anything about economics, but I think I understand the common principle that everything gets more expensive over time. What’s that word? I forget it. It’s like economic swelling. Inflation.

Yesterday, I had a little extra time to consider economic theory as I got gas at my local Husky station. I had the extra time because it’s a full-serve station and I was waiting around inside for the attendant to finish filling my car. Not only that, but there was a second employee inside the small shop that stared at me while I shuffled around the store. As I didn’t want to converse with the mouth-breather behind the counter, I began to review the prices of the candy and tried to look really interested in that so the mouth-breather wouldn’t talk to me.

Now that I am 27, I feel I am on the far side towards 30. Late 20s. Not mid 20s. And as I get closer to 30 the more I find myself saying things like: I remember you when you were… When I was a kid there was… In my day it only cost… And as I surveyed the prices at the Husky gas station and saw 2 chocolate bars for $3 I thought—It used to be 99¢. And this is when I learned of the candy conspiracy!

All the prices in the candy aisles went up. Inflation, they say. However, 5¢ candies—you know, blue whales, sour soothers, gummy worms, gummy bears, strawberries—are still 5¢. CONSPIRACY! Where is the inflation? How can it be possible that in 20 years inflation has not affected these delicious candies?

Well, after making this stunning discovery I started to wonder if any inflation was necessary at all. I started wondering what else has stayed the same. I started to wonder if women are actually the conspirators because… well, women just seem like the obvious group to blame for a candy conspiracy. Every time I offer Leah candy she says no. And then I paid for the gas and went home.

Oh, but before I paid for the gas, the mouth-breather offered to sell me bottled water so that I could get $1 off gas by paying $3 for the water. But I told the attendant that I have water at home and it comes out of the tap. And then the mouth-breather went on to explain that it’s all about up-selling and marketing and that they have to offer it to everyone. Then I had to explain how I was just joking and that I understand the concept of up-selling, but the mouth-breather didn’t understand so I had to draw a picture and act it out which then turned into a rousing game of charades mixed with Pictionary…

Lost story short, there is a candy conspiracy and I am onto you conspirators!

27

27

Today, I am 27 and this is what I look like today.