He said: “It pisses me off when you tell me that you will be back around a certain time and you get here three hours later.”

She heard: “I don’t want you to go out with your friends.”

He said: “You could’ve called to let me know you were coming back later.”

She heard: “You need to tell me exactly what you did with those people because I don’t trust you.”

Of course it went downhill from there.

She has every right to be mad that someone would prevent her from going out with her friends, and ask for a play-by-play of her activities.

But he’s not that someone. He says what he means, and he means what he says. He has a perfect track record at that.

So he’s still pissed.

And she still thinks he doesn’t want her to go out with her friends.

I see death as a sort of ever-changing blob of goo that moves slowly down my family tree.

This is my family tree. Well, just my side of the family.

All my grand-parents are dead. For years now, Death has been hovering just above my parent’s level. Like this.

As soon as Death claims someone at a lower level, each Zone shifts down, and the reaction of people learning about a person’s death change accordingly. For example, if one of my kids was to die today, it would be tragic. If I was to die today, it would be unexpected.

So my mom’s in the hospital. As you’re reading this she is under the knife for a second angioplasty following her second, third and fourth heart attack in the last six months. Death is slowly creeping it’s way down. I don’t want Death to shift down.

Not because I’m afraid to be Next in line. Because I don’t want my kids to get to the Unexpected zone just yet.

So “Les Jeux du Québec” are happening right in my backyard.

You’d think that would be a good thing. You know, “olympic” games right near my house. Walking distance. A stone’s throw as the old folks say.

The red dot is LeSombre’s Castle, the blue dot is the tent of DOOM.
Google says it’s about 200m / 600ft between the dots.

The problem I have – because I’m old – is that the city, in its infinite wisdom, decided to make a special ByLaw allowing the coaches and volunteers (and most probably some athletes) to party until 2:00 am. To the excruciating sound of really really bad disco music cranked up all the way to twelve.

That’s two in the frakkin’ morning.

That’s twelve as in even higher than Spinal Tap’s eleven.

Every.

Single.

Frakkin’.

Night.

So I’m up until 2:30 every single frakkin’ night since last Thursday. Yesterday I went over there to ask the DJ when his little party would stop, and upon arriving on the site I was greeted by a city cop who informed me of said special bylaw. Apparently I was not the only one coming over to ask about the partying. The cop wished me courage, as it will continue until this Friday.

The biggest problem I have with this can be expressed with this handy Venn graph:

You’re laughing because it’s true. Also because you don’t live here.

So I’m thinking that since I can’t sleep, I’ll get myself a Vuvuzela and I’ll go encourage my mayor to revise his position on the ByLaw, from 11pm to 2 am until the end of the games.

Who’s with me?

Hello.

My name is LeSombre, and you might remember me from past posts on this here blog. It’s kinda hard to explain what’s been going on with me and the subsequent lack of posting, but since you all been extremely nice with me over the years, I feel I kinda owe you some sort of explanation.

So it’s like this.

If you look at my back catalog of posts, you’l probably figure out that I blog about the little things that make me laugh, cry, think, smile, yell, boil, pee my pants, go awwwwwww. And some other topics too.

Without going in many great details, let’s just say that the stuff that’s taking a lot of space in my life right now is not stuff that I really want to blog about. Life at Castle LeSombre is not all that it’s supposed to be, and work has entered a stage of suckiness like it never did before. Yes, LovelyWife reads my blog. Yes, my boss reads my blog. It wouldn’t be fair to them to read about the important stuff in my life via this blog - hence no new blog posts. I had to make sure that things were somewhat sorted out at home, and that my boss knew that I felt my professional life was/is in what I consider a very bad place at this point.

With that said, it is pretty hard for me to “bring the funny” about trivial stuff when I have so much serious and important stuff on my mind.

I was hoping that the job thing would be a temporary thing. It doesn’t look like it’s going to be.

I was hoping the home thing would be a temporary thing. I honestly have no clue what’s going on there.

So I’m at a crossroads. Once more. I don’t like pretending everything is all right, and I don’t want to blog about the stuff that’s wrong. The stuff that’s wrong takes 98% of my brain power right now, so that doesn’t leave a lot of space for anything else. But seriously, 2% of my brain power is still a lot of brain power.

So I’ll say this one last time: Work sucks and life at Castle LeSombre is not perfect. Now I’ll never blog about those things again.

Now that I got that out of the way, I’ll try to use the remaining 2% of my brain to entertain you. To entertain me.

So there you have it.

The show must go on.

‘Kayso recently I took some wine-tasting classes, and to my surprise, I really like wine.

I mean I knew I liked wine, but I’m a Single Malt guy and I thought that wouldn’t be able to taste the more subtle differences in wine compared to a really peaty and smoky Scotch – if that makes sense. But it turns out I’m not that bad at smelling and tasting. I’m vaguely considering doing a sommelier certificate just for kicks and giggles.

In any case, I thought I’d share with you some of the discoveries I made over the week-end.

But then this happened:

Ahem. This is my work computer! Dammit! Now I’m going to have to spend the day cleaning out this sh*t… I was really mad. But then a few seconds later I got this warning:

And it really made me laugh out loud.

So, I guess I’m out for a little while. Please cook some spaghetti for me, and hope that I get touched by His noodly appendage.

CutieDaughter will turn twelve this summer.

With twelve comes great power, and we all know that with great power comes great responsibilities.

Ah superheroes, is there anything they can’t teach us?

We’re sitting at the table this morning – having breakfast – and CutieDaughter says:

CD: “I know what I want for my birthday…”

Me: “What do you want for your birthday?”

CD: “…”

Me: “That’s a really good strategy you know. By not telling me, you’re pretty much guaranteed not to get it. I’m guessing you want some carrots for your birthday. Done!”

CD: “I don’t want carrots for my birthday!”

(This goes on for a little while)

CD: “I want a cell phone for my birthday.”

Me: “What would you do with a cell phone?”

CD: “Well, I’ll be twelve, and I’ll have a lot of babysitting jobs, so I will definitely need a cell phone…”

I’m guessing she’ll say “In case of an emergency”, and I’m kinda proud of CutieDaugher for being so responsible. So at this point in my head, I’ve already got her a cell phone.

CD: “…so I can call you to come pick me up when I’m done babysitting.”

LW: “Hahahahahaha!”

AudaciousSon pipes up.

AS: “Me too! I want a cell phone!”

CD: “There’s no way you’re getting a cell phone at NINE mister! You already have a better iPod than mine!”

AS: “All right, if I can’t get a cell phone, I want a grappling hook.”

Ah superheroes, is there anything they can’t teach us?

To hold me closer or set me free
To trust completely or let it be
You don’t know my destiny
You can’t see what I can see

Hey – I wish I cared
Hey – I wish I cared

To love me truely or let me go
Inbetween I don’t want to know
This is how it has to be
No more us and no more we

Hey – I wish I cared
Hey – I wish I cared

Once again, on the station
See your face in a crowd
Comes again the sensation
You can’t hear yourself think
With their voices inside your head

Hey – I wish I cared

+++++

Now, if someone could explain the “On a tous un châlet au coeur” at 0:42, that would be lovely.

In a few moments Ill start the three and a half hour drive back to my house.

Easter came and went, and now its our turn to go.

Blogged from my iPhone.

Looking back on the past few months, I notice a disturbing trend: I realize that I write less and less here.

At first I stopped blogging on weekends. To be honest, I’ve been not blogging weekends for quite some time now, way before I made it official. I’m sure you’ve seen the tag “Webless Weekends” on a few occasions. Nevertheless, I used to put content up on weekends, now I don’t anymore. I spend time with my family. I drink wine. I drink Scotch. I go see movies. I play with the kids. I bake.

I blog about none of these things.

Work is… weird. I never blog about work anymore, because really how subtle would it be to blog about good things while completely staying silent on other (less than stellar) occasions? It’s not that nothing good (or bad) is happening – it’s just really extreme.

So I blog about none of those things.

I’ve also stopped being a slave to the midnight rule. If you look back through the archives, you’ll see that until a few months ago, all my posts were published at midnight sharp. If you go back more you’ll see I used to publish at one minute past midnight – go figure.

Then there’s the Diptych Wednesday. I didn’t think taking pictures was going to be much easier than writing words, but I loved the idea of doing that because that was one more day that I wouldn’t have to put words on a page.

There’s also the whole “reply to comments” thing. I used to reply to comments religiously. Replying to comments is a big part of what I enjoy about blogging. Why am I not doing it anymore? Or really, doing it really late and in batch?

I semi-jokingly thought about skipping today’s post and then tomorrow posting a blank jpg with the title “Wordle of my Thursday post”. That would be two posts writing nothing and/or about writing nothing. Seriously, this has to stop. There’s only so much posting about not posting I can do before it becomes ridiculous.

Maybe it already is.

Now where’s my Batman & Joker .jpg?