:: Closing Time ::

:: Sunday, November 02, 2003 ::

Clean out the mothballs, folks. I don't know how long it'll last, but for now, we're back in business. I make no promises here, but then again, did I ever? Just statements.

If you've never seen this before, buyer beware - the archives are filled with some pretty heavy shit, and a combined length significantly greater than Hamlet.

Stay tuned... I think ....
:: Peter 10:36 PM [+] ::
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It's probably fair to say once and for all....

This Space For Rent
:: Peter 9:34 PM [+] ::
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I'm not gone, I swear.... just going through a life changing month of .... stuff..... too hard to explain or blog about.

I feel I've grown out of the need to blog.

I hope, in time, I'll regain the desire, separate from the need.
:: Peter 3:29 AM [+] ::
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Leaving for Institute at 4:30 AM tomorrow, I come home late Thursday night. Maybe if you're lucky I'll blog from there, they said we'd have computer access in our free time.


Just a point of note: I think it should be absolutely undisputed that Hawaii was the best Real World series to date. I don't even think it's a question.
:: Peter 10:09 PM [+] ::
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Absolutely great Fuzzitude


:: Peter 7:43 PM [+] ::
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something at dinner tonight reminded me about close up, and I was thinking about the whole trip and experience in a new way, which I was going to write about.

Until I found out we fucking traded Hillenbrand for Byung-Hyun Kim.

What the FUCK?!!

Theo, you're fucking nuts. You've got a solid, still improving, home grown player on your hand, and you trade him for a fucking unproven, less than dependable arm who we really don't need. I assume Nomar is next on the trading block?

Man..... you better seriously have an ace up your sleeve or you're gonna make Duquette look good.
:: Peter 10:59 PM [+] ::
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the worst part about it is the winds just totally got crushed out of my sails.... and there's no way a single one of you could understand. don't even bother asking. it's not possible.
:: Peter 3:33 AM [+] ::
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brilliant. wish I could take credit for it:



"There are two sides to every story."


Location: Vancouver, BC, Can.


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Her Side of the Story:
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He was in an odd mood Sunday night. We planned to meet at a bar for a drink. I spent the afternoon shopping with the girls and I thought it might have been my fault because I was a bit later than I promised, but he didn't say anything much about it.

The conversation was very slow going so I thought we should go off somewhere more intimate so we could talk more privately. We went to this restaurant and he was STILL acting a bit funny. I tried to cheer him
up and started to wonder whether it was me or something else. I asked him, and he said no. But I wasn't really sure. So anyway, in the car on the way back home, I said that I loved him deeply and he just put his arm around me. I didn't know what the hell that meant because you know he didn't say it back or anything. We finally got back home and I was wondering if he was going to leave me!

So I tried to get him to talk but he just switched on the TV. Reluctantly, I said I was going to go to bed. Then after about 10 minutes, he joined me and to my surprise, we made love. But, he still seemed really distracted, so afterwards I just wanted to confront him but I just cried myself to sleep. I just don't know what to do anymore. I mean, I really think he's seeing someone else.
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His Side of the Story:
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The Canucks lost again.
Got laid though.
:: Peter 2:57 AM [+] ::
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if you hadn't noticed, these blogs are becoming increasingly specifically nonspecific. by this I mean that my use of indefinite pronouns has become something of a stylistic choice.

part of this is a game, in a way. Those of you who know me well enough should have little trouble identifying, to a relative degree of confidence, who or what each pronoun refers to. some will clearly be harder than others.

the real point though is that I am increasingly speaking about people who I care for greatly and have a great deal of respect for, and while this serves as an excellent medium for airing my thoughts and feelings with them, it would not leave much privacy to some people who I may reference to some level of detail. This way, the only people who really understand are the people who know in the first place. And those who don't and want to can ask.
:: Peter 12:07 AM [+] ::
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oh. and two posts ago is a comment on my thought that I miss bowling. that is how the thought process came up. I miss bowling, and I thought hmm, why don't we go bowling, and then I realized ahhhhhh yes. this is why we do not go bowling.

it is an explaination. yet it is one of those things that while, entirely rationale, does nothing to make me miss bowling any less.
:: Peter 12:03 AM [+] ::
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for those of you who think blogs may be coming sparsely, I've written a few which have never made it this far. Sometimes Blogger has been throwing Microsoft VBS script database errors on me and made me unable to post, and I lose the blog. I am upset with this, and I never have enough motivation, after seeing that the evils of Microsoft have ruined my blogging, that I am so inclined to continue and re-blog.
:: Peter 12:01 AM [+] ::
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It's interesting that this summer, we will probably almost never go bowling.

The reason we will not go bowling is that he will not want to go bowling, because he has been bowling quite recently. He will have been recently because he goes with them.

This wil not be an active decision, it will be a matter of circumstance - because they initially went bowling together, they will be un-bored of it and ready to go again at roughly the same time. If during that time period, be it five days, a week, or 10 days of bowling recovery, bowling comes up, we will not go bowling because he will still be in bowling rehab.

Just an interesting concept. Entirely coincidence, entirely bemusing. But almost certainly true simply by matter of circumstance.
:: Peter 12:00 AM [+] ::
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I am bored out of my fucking mind.

Way, way, out of my mind.
:: Peter 1:04 PM [+] ::
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