Kind of a bummer.

I'm in Vancouver airport at the moment, on my way to Seattle. Thank you for the free Wi-fi, YVR — and thanks for catching up to 2005, Pearson Airport, by providing some of your own. I guess the highest landing fees in the world are finally paying for something other than whatever the hell that architectural experiment called Terminal 1 is.

(Pretty, though.)

Anyway, on the way out I watched The Social Network and FUBAR 2 (way to go, Deaner!), and was struck by the following things about the former:

1. Now I kinda feel like a douche for being on Facebook.
2. I also feel douchey for having been on it extremely early (probably winter '05-ish, not too long after it came to Queen's).
3. This was a good movie, all in all.
4. Blogging is exceptionally narcissistic, and this is a type of thing I try to avoid, as a matter of course.

So... to write or not to write, that is the question. Plenty of these here blogs have fallen by the wayside — I suppose the world can be summarized in 140 characters — and yet, I soldier on here. This thing tells me I've posted right around 1000 times since late 2004 — hey, this blog's been around longer than I've been on Facebook! I oughtta update my status to show... aw, shit, I'm a douche again.* — and I suppose I still find it useful, so I imagine I'll just keep going. I'm sure my readership these days is in the low single-digits. And yet. Soldiering.

You know what's messed up? When you spend five hours in a plane, you really don't know what time it is. I've lost all track of time. I know it's light out here. Is it still 2010?
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* Don't worry, I'm not one of "those people" who would update their status to say "Hey, I just had a $10 ham sandwich and Diet Coke at YVR, and someone's snoring a few seats over in the waiting area! Woo!" Hell, I went a couple of years with a blank status on there. I never have a picture of myself up, but that's mostly so the kiddies don't find me. In conclusion, I'm a douche.

Video of the day.

There are a few things we can learn from the video to 1981's "Caught Up In You" by southern-rockers 38 Special.

They go as follows.

1. Women who wear shirts open to their navel with no bra underneath are probably just cockteases, but on the other hand they might just invite you back to their hotel room for sex.
   
2. Chest hair is awesome.
3. One drummer is not enough.
4. Three guitars are just about right.
   
5. More bars need red-and-white checkered tablecloths.

Anything else catch your attention, other than the generalized awesomeness of this song?

Evolution.

The conclusion from this article is that, alright, we're making progress, but we have a hell of a long way to go. Don't worry, I'm doing my part.

Yup.

Life is good when...

• your favourite baseball team re-signs a pretty good player to a pretty reasonable deal
• you're sipping a Guinness
• tomorrow's the last day of work for two weeks, and it's gonna be an easy one
• tomorrow night is the White Cowbell Christmas Cocktacular
  
• those next two weeks will be spent galavanting-about and visiting and chilling the fuck out

Yup. Good indeed.

Teenagers say the darndest things.

One of my grade 12s, this morning:

Him:

So I was looking through the store flyers this weekend and I saw a Toys R Us one which had a section in the middle you could take out, which had coupons on it. I couldn't stop laughing. It said, "Pull out and save $600."

Me:

From what I'm told, you'd end up saving way more than $600.

Ah, kids. So wise. (The ones who pull out and save, anyway.)

Oh, the catchiness.

Last night I did yet another 20-minute set at Everyone's a DJ — fun times, as always.

But, it's funny, you know.

You can spend hours and hours digging up awesome tracks from obscure artists, and that's fine if you're playing them for fellow music nerds. ("Come on, this is a rare outtake of John Lennon singing with Lemmy from Motörhead, backed by Gene Krupa, doing 'You Are The Sunshine Of My Life'! Frank Sinatra was in the corner of the studio doing blow with Richard Pryor!")

But in the end, when you play "Everybody Have Fun Tonight", the crowd fucking loves it, including the Jägermeister Girls who were there giving out swag and samples, who must've been all of 19, in shorty-short skirts.

Also on Catchiness Corner today: "You Get What You Give" by the New Radicals. They had this one hit in 1998, and because frontman Gregg Alexander was sick of publicity and touring, he broke up the band in 1999. Remember the hubbub over the celebrities he called-out in the outro? Turns out that he was curious to see if the media would pay attention to that line, or the one before it which talked about the FDA, health insurance and cloning, and we know how that turned out.

I need a vacation.

...no, I think I pretty much covered everything in the title.