Sono uno zio! (sort of)

I’m an uncle! (sort of)

My roommates back in Montreal had their baby! Yay! She’s happy and healthy and as yet without a first name. Her middle name will be Alessina, thus satisfying the Italian side of the family. There’s still the Irish side to satisfy. So, if anyone can think of some really rockin’ Irish girls names, post them in the comments and I’ll send them along. They have to be rockin’, though, because this girl is going to be one cool lass if she’s anything like her parents.



According to Google Earth, I biked 13 miles on Sunday. And I didn’t die. And I didn’t even hurt that much from doing it.

Go me!

Yeah, there’s probably a bunch of other stuff I should update about right now, but I’m not going to. I’ll just leave you all in suspense. I’ve got shit to do. Like go watch ‘Les Parapluies de Cherbourg’ which was due back yesterday. And drink coffee. And eat breakfast. And go to work, which has been rather blech this week. I have tomorrow off at least. Then working Saturday and off Sunday. Meh. I hate divided weekends. Saturday is a training day, at least, not a full shift. Though I do still have to go in to close the store that night.

Weekend Update

The yacht search on Friday was fun. Except for the whole getting up at 4 in the morning thing. My friend was a bit excited about getting up to where we were headed to find the yacht. I had suggested leaving at a more godly hour, like 8 or 9. Even 7 would have been okay. I managed the 5, but barely.

So, we left Portland at 5, me half asleep, he giddy with excitement (and only two hours of sleep) and drove up the coast for a little under two hours. We found the yacht fairly easily. It wasn’t hard to spot in a rather small town with few sites to moor. Of course, we found it at about 7.30 and had no way to get out to it and, pretty clearly, no one was awake aboard (or, if they were, they certainly weren’t on deck). We drove back into town and found some yummy breakfast and then headed back out to the yacht where we were greeted with signs of life on board (it was about 9.30 by now). We stood around on the dock and after a bit, someone happened by in a skiff who gave us a ride out.

There was the odd moment of introduction since they hadn’t known we were coming and only vaguely knew that their friends had a friend who lived in Maine. But after it was sorted out how everyone knew everyone (me, I was just along for the adventure) we sat down and chatted and had coffee. The husband and wife who are sailing half way around the world (New Zealand to Europe via the Panama Canal) are quite lovely people, very interesting and full of stories to tell. They were gearing up to finish their provisioning and were scheduled to leave Sunday across the Atlantic, London-bound. We went back into town with them and all had lunch together before saying goodbye and good luck and heading back into Portland. I had the day off, but my friend had to work at 5.

Now, who is this crazy friend who has friends who have friends from New Zealand who are sailing half-way round the world? Ah, good question, by faithful blog-readers. He’s a new friend. A new special friend, perhaps. It’s all still very new and undetermined. But it’s something with potential. I’ll leave it at that for now, I think. I’m doing my best not to get too excited about it before it actually matures into something. We’ve only seen each other a couple of times but he asked me yesterday if I had plans yet for Hallowe’en. I told him I didn’t think I did. So maybe now I do?

And here’s the irony of it all: he also makes coffee for a living and has an interest in it approaching mine…he just happens to work for Starbucks.

Gee, I wonder why…

No customers had complained or returned a doctored version, [a spokesman for HMV] said.

Self-described guerilla artist Banksy has replaced approximately 500 copies of Paris Hilton’s debut album in stores across the UK with an album of his own with remixes with titles such as ‘Why Am I Famous?’, ‘What Have I Done?’ and ‘What Am I For?’