Please Believe

Man. If activity up in hurr is to be believed, I'm dead.

Apologies but it's mostly just that life in Peg City doesn't hold much of a candle to the craziness that was SE Asia back at the end of '09. So I haven't had much to say. I've been steady on the grind... training, sleeping, eating, training, sleeping, and training. I kid not. It's been good but there's not a lot else to say about the daily goings on here. Here's the part of the post where I proceed to talk about an array of miscellaneous topics despite just saying I have nothing to say.

First off, I have made some new discoveries this year. I live in the future. I mean, come on.
2010.
Look at that number and tell me it looks real life. It doesn't. It looks like the future. And this has nothing do with anything but what am I supposed to say next year looking back? Back in ten? Oh-ten? The two-zero-one-zero? (Do yourself a favour and go listen to 'One-Nine-Nine-Nine' if you haven't lately. On that note, what happened to Common?). Two thousand ten just has no spice... I think I'ma go with two-thousand and win.
Pick up your mind, cause I just blew it all over the place.

Second, this wasn't a discovery but rather a reaffirmation that I ought to stick closely to the sports I've been assigned. In an effort to keep things fresh, the good folks at Team Canada have allowed us to embark on different athletic pursuits one afternoon every couple weeks instead of regular practice. This spells terrible news for me, particularly the times when we've played badminton and squash. I knew this before but I am actually beyond painfully awful at any and all racket sports.
Shoutout to my boy Matt who tried to give me tennis lessons back in my Arizona days.
Anyway, we at Team Canadia played a couple of tournaments and suffice it to say I lost every single match I played in. Real talk. I can run, I can jump but put an racket/bat/stick/instrument of any kind in my hand ask me to swipe, backhand or whatever it is they say in those games and it's all bad. Adding insult to injury, I live with a female Agassi in the form of my roommate who absolutely destroyed everyone at both games. I was the pathetic loser kid who'd have been picked last if anyone was picking teams. I also suck at hockey. And wall climbing. And swimming. The list could go on.

It's all fun and games til I start wielding that racket.

Third, this also has nothing to do with anything but I had to tell someone about this. In my junk mail the other day, amidst the grocery store flyers and whatnot, was an ad for a local church's Easter pageant. I'm all about getting the Easter celebration done up right but this one pushed the envelope a little too far. Like over the cliff. I should've saved it and taken a picture as proof but luckily it's seared in my memory. What I remember was it's called 'Robin of the Hood' and follows Robin Hood as he and his men learn the true meaning of Easter as set to the music of Michael Jackson's Thriller.

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What in the...? Worlds just collided. MJ? Robin Hood? Easter message? One of these things is not like the other one.
And I swear I couldn't make that up if I tried. Ah Winnipeg, you never cease to impress me.

And that's about all I'm gonna write for now. 'Preshate the the fact that you're still reading despite my pathetic posting of late. This one is no exception.
It's 10:41 PM and I've taken to going to bed at the same time as my 92-year old Granny (big up Grandog). I also just drove across Canada after flying home Friday and spending exactly 28.5 hours at home. So I'm bagged. More on that later. At any rate, I promise activity levels around this part of the innanets will pick up. In the meantime, g'night.