Adam's Beanstalk

A daily adventure-bag of insights and old bones from an unknown poet in Manitoba's south. Caveat: Not everything is to be taken literally. Things are often shaded with poetic crayons; be the owl. Also, not all these bones are collected from different fields. Find themes that run througout each post and the journal as a whole; the most insignificant event may be part of an ear.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

March of the Sasquatch Princess (or, "This Train is Bound for Tier")

Some of you may be wondering what has been happening in my life after August 9th.
Let me tell you:

I was not kidnapped by some hairy alpine beast and forced to escape by hitting it in the face with a custard pie.

I did finish work on the 25th of August (let that day be forevermore called "glorious"). And on that last day I did set my personal best time for assembling four LP130's, which was approximately 1:50 minutes (the normal time for two people is 1:30 minutes. Keep in mind I was one, and not two), and putting together four little bolt cups, in the time of 55 seconds.

Also, after this day of work, Mr. Joey Siemens and I celebrated by having a meal at the local C.K. (Canadian-Kantonese, tee hee) Cafe. It happened to be buffet night and I could get unlimited consumee soup, which I had been in want of for several weeks. A special note to the well-informed readers: No, I did not see any kissing.

When work was done, do you know what I did? I spent two weeks indulging solely in the act of writing, and then some hanging out with people. I wrote some days for five hours straight(add in a few breaks). This means I completed a number of fine pieces, including one on "The Phantom Skater" (I need a better name), one about a certain "Lincoln the Chicken", plus a revamp of "When the Old Man Lies Down". A poetry collection is forthcoming.

This also heralded the end of summer, which is always a sad time because it means the departure of good friend Tracy back to the lands of British Columbia. Before she left, we spent some hour teeter-tottering in the dark in the arena park. She also put together a treasure hunt for our circle of friends, which was fantastic. This was followed by a great big backyard fire which included lots of yerba tea, and a decorated Crayola cake. She left on September 2nd, without tomatoes or chili.

Then did I take my dusty car back to the city, and make my home once again in the cozy quarters of South Osbourne. And school started.

Subtopic 1.A. Fun at School - One day we played outside with a ball from Korea (thanks Rachelle) that featured an Energizer Bunny rip-off. I think it was a mouse (maybe a marsupial) holding a drum. Please correct me. We all got mad at Armin because he kicked it so very high all the time. That day we also went to Pizza Hut. Good. And then we went to Silver City (not quite like Purple City), and saw the Rock star in "The Gridiron Gang" because it was a free screening, and not because the Rock is a good actor. And then we went to Dairy Queen. Dairy Queen is not the Sasquatch Princess.
1.B. There is no B.
1.C. Playing 'Option' in Degrees. 'La' is clearly a word. 'Brits' is not. Need I say more?! I should have followed my maxim: never play word games with a friend.
1.D. Amazing Race I felt so tired only a driver only a driver the endzone is big uprights tall lost all the marbles. Christopher Robin has no son.
1.E. I like my profs.

Okay, I've had enough fun for one day. How about you? Good. Maybe we'll talk again next week? Sure, that sounds good.