So it begins

This is post #1 of 48. What the fuck did I sign up for?

Please let this serve as a warning. I make no claims that this blog will create any kind of social change. Really, it is a narcissistic outlet for my thoughts, and a pseudo-diary for interesting moments in my life.

But, I have this habit of signing up for random things and just have to run with it.

So, run I shall.

I have heard comments recently about how I sound angry when reading my posts. How my expressions are a tad bitter.

Well, I am not really an angry bitter person. I laugh too much to be that.

Yes, I am jaded. There is no denying that.

To counter these criticisms - hopefully forever - Blogathon 2009 will be 47 posts on what makes me happy. Things, people, feelings of why I like my life and what makes me happy.

This was just a warm up - I have to let the coffee kick in a bit first.

Please note: to ensure there are no repeats, and to make my writing a bit easier at the ridiculous hours, I have pre-planned my list.

I am not winging this. That would be retarded leotarded.

Geeky is as geeky does

I admit it, I am as geeky as geeky can be.

I have learned to deal with it, my family has learned to deal with it, and well, you kinda have to too.

So, this year, I am putting my geekiness to the test - Blogathon 2009

WTF you may be asking. Well, if you were too lazy to click on the link, Blogathon is a 24-hour blogging - athon. For a 24-hour period, I have committed to writing one post per half an hour.

Yes, you read that right, there will be 48 blog posts up on this here blog in a short 24 hours.

I am doing this in support of the MS Society of Canada. Should you feel so inclined, you can sponsor me here.

You'll have to sign-up for an account and then decide if you want to pledge per hour or just a lump some.

So, there you have it. Give your money to a good cause.

Oh, FYI, the first couple of posts may be incoherent. I am in Edmo this weekend for Cookie Monster's 30th birthday!

One bad blogger

Ok, I know, I have been bad. No writing, no nothing for a while now.

I suck.

But, the cool thing is, I haven't been writing, not because I haven't had anything to write about, but because there has been so much going on, I haven't had time to write!

Yay life!

The biggest of these was baby bump.

So, I hate event planning. The details details details, all for a few magical hours? Where the fuck is your return.

Anyways, thank god for Lis, because, well, this wouldn't have gone off as well as it did without her. I think she is a little magical and that's ok.

All-in-all the thing was a success. We had over 200 people through the doors and everyone, from the vendors to the customers seemed really happy with the whole thing. So that's cool.

Lis and I both made it out unscathed. Stressful, yes, but to see something that we thought of, and executed come together. Well, that was fucking cool.

Was it perfect? No. But it exceeded our expectations, and that's all it needed to do.

Plus, dad thought we did well, so I'm ok with it.

Also, it proved what an amazing support system we have. To have that big of a volunteer pool was pretty awesome. I can't imagine how we got so lucky, but here we are. Fucking lucky.

And I think I may have the best mom in the whole world. Just FYI.

Lucky

One of my dearest and bestest friends, Eve, came to Vancouver for a little viz.

I'll go into the visit later - we had a blast, as per usual.

At one point, Eve said, "Do you remember your sixth grade birthday party ..."

Eve and I, NYC 2007

I paused to appreciate the fact that I still have someone in my life (who isn't related to me) that can say that.

Afterwards, we called my mom and told her our confessions of 12 year old rebellion.

We're both grounded.

PYT

It's my favorite MJ tune. Just so good, and under-played.

Last night, my friend Sarin and I went to a good old-fashioned dance party. The dance party was in tribute of the King of Pop, and his untimely passing.

I am not going to go into the whole boo-hoo thing here. Yes, it is sad, a person died. However, I am totally unaffected by it. Nothing about his death is going to affect my real-life. Nothing.

I saw a girl on the news crying because she didn't get to tell him how much she loved him.

What? I don't understand this out-pouring of emotion for a person you never met.

Don't get me wrong, I loved MJ as much as the next person, but people, there is no need to go off the deep-end like that. If you can't handle the death of a celebrity, what the fuck are you going to do when someone you actually know dies?

Holy tangent.

Anyways, this here dance-party was held at this venue I have been itching to go to for a while - Dollhouse Studios.

Take a look - it looks hella cool, and it was hella cool. They put together a busy party in two days. So fun.

Anyways, that was my way of saying goodbye to MJ. Far better than crying in public or looking like a drama queen on national television.

Yes, I am judging. Sue me.