May 24/25, 2000
I think my writing biorythm must be swinging back into the creative juices flowing section; I've garnered enough self interest to actually put finger to keyboard and type up another entry. I've been meaning to write something over the past week or so, but have primarily been too bloody lazy to come up with anything worthwhile. Just now, I sat and made a point form list of things to write about. There are, at present, 9 items of varying interest that I could blab on about. So, let's get right to them, shall we?
The soundtrack to today's entry is my online radio broadcast. If you've a 128k connection or faster, you can tune into my 500+ song collection of mostly 80s music; the type that used to be broadcast by CFNY when it was a decent radio station or danced to at the late lamented Gord's Place in St. Catharines. You can tune in here. <end shameless pimping.> If you experience any consistent sound quality problems, please let me know.
One day later... Things got a little hairy at work, leaving me to abruptly stop adding to this entry and totally disrupting the train of thought I was just starting to board. Choo choo! Anyway, back to my snippets and vignettes.
I've smoked cigarettes more or less since I was 18, though I've never been close to being a heavy smoker. The most I ever smoked was when I was 21, and that was maybe a 1/2 pack a day. I've gradually smoked less and less since then and am now to the point where I'm more a non-smoker than anything. I've had 5 cigarettes in the last 2 weeks and find I don't enjoy them anymore. Those few that I have recently were to satisfy a strong craving that I had while drinking. I find now I don't like the smell of them; I don't like having a sore throat in the morning; I don't like the foul breath I get from them; I don't like how they make my clothes and the apartment stink. I wouldn't be at all surpised if I finally call it quits officially by the end of summer. I'll probably still keep a pack squirrled away in the fridge for those times when I'm deluded into thinking I really want one, if only to remind me the morning after why I'm gradually giving them up.
TSN, Canada's Formula One racing channel, has a contest going on right now where 4 winners get to go to Shannonville Raceway for a day and get to drive an actual Formula One racecar. Every race broadcast from the season start up to the Canadian Grand Prix has a special word that pops up at some point during the telecast. To enter, one then goes to the website and fills out the online ballot. I've entered my name for every race thus far. Contest rules say the winners have to be under 6'2" and 210 lbs. At 5'11" I pass the first criteria, but my weight registers anywhere from 205-211 lbs depending on the scale used. To make sure I will make the weight limit, I am going to dedicate the month of June towards losing at least 10 lbs via more exercise, healthier food choices and less alcohol.
One might argue that these are lifestyle changes that I should put into place regardless of the off chance I could win some online contest. One would be right, I'm sure, but let's face it. I'm lazy. I need to be motivated by something, and what better motivation is there than self-gratification derived from the potential of doing something I've always longed to do?
Apparently, I have regular readership! (Besides myself, I mean.) Yep, I have it on good authority that is there is at least one other person out there who reads this on a regular basis. So, in that spirit, I'd like to say HI! to my sister-in-law as she peeks in on what secrets I'm divulging to the great etherial beyond.
Ciao for now!