Due to a lack of interest, today has been canceled.

"So good, it tastes twice! 
Once in your mouth and once in your esophagus!"


Err.
Ever notice that you never hear mild, soothing music playing on people's iPods on full blast? Like when you're on the bus or the train, and there's that person down at the other end whose music you can hear, it's always a tune that's at least slightly annoying to some people, like techno, rap, metal, you know? I think some kind of formula could be made about this. Like...


The louder/more obtrusive the music is, the louder/more obtrusive the listener feels like they have to be.
or
The irritation caused by the music alone is proportional to the volume at which the music must be played.


Maybe those didn't make sense, but do you know what I'm getting at?
I'm not much better, I'm sure I annoy people with my loud music sometimes,
though I try my best to keep it down when I'm amidst a quiet crowd of people. 


So this week I get to spend doing cool stuff with my gal.
It's our year-and-a-half on saturday, don'tchya know.
So this past saturday we went to Banff to do the Winterstart run, where we didn't really run (and I'm okay with that),
and tomorrow we're going to see Sweeney Todd at the Pumphouse Theatre,
and the next day we're going to see KISS IN CONCERT. 
Lyndsay Gundeson, I hope you know that there's nothing to deter me from making you paint your whole face.
It's cruel to not paint your face when me and my entire family are doing it. 
They will scorn you for the rest of your life, probably, if you don't.


While I'm still awkwardly talking to you via blog, did you know that in Mr. Poirier's emails, you are listed as Lindsey Gubderseb  ??!?!? I'm not even kidding. Lindsey Gubderseb. That's a giant fail on Poirier's part. 


Off to school.


Let's think the unthinkable,
let's do the undoable,
let's prepare to grapple with the ineffable itself, 
and see if we may not eff it after all.