“There is no such thing as public opinion. There is only published opinion.”
– Winston Churchill

I was gonna post this the day it was published, but I already decided I had to post the Get Fuzzy comic. Thank to Geoff for getting me hooked on this comic.

Monday night I had a rough night, I barely slept. So Tuesday I felt like I was moving on autopilot (not good when you’re driving). I just didn’t feel like myself all day. I slept much better last night though.

(time has passed)

I just edited this post, and took out all the angry/annoyed stuff that I’ve been bothered by. It’s not worth it, I’m dealing with it. I just need God to help me see others through His eyes. Not through my angry/annoyed eyes. I’m just sick of people lying to me and being hypocritical. I won’t deny I have my hypocritical moments, and I won’t say I’m not a liar at times. It’s just the ramifications of honesty are not rewarded. I’m just weary of the drama.

The 30 Second Bunnies are working on their parody of Office Space. I can’t wait! They just finished their parody of Superman (the original).

I guess I’ll close with a quote from Robot Chicken (season one available on DVD).

Darth Vader: Luke… I am your father!
Luke Skywalker: Noooo! That’s not true. That’s impossible!
Darth Vader: And Princess Leia is your sister!
Luke Skywalker: That’s not true. That’s… improbable.
Darth Vader: And the Empire will be defeated by Ewoks!
Luke Skywalker: That’s… very unlikely…
Darth Vader: And as a child, I built C-3PO!

(see for yourself)

Just a breezy weekend with great weather for us. Saturday we ran errands and did some chores. Geoff weeded our yard, and it looks great now. We had afternoon tea in the backyard and played whist. Saturday night we alternated between the Oiler/Hurricane game and the Esks/Stamps game. With the Esks playing, we mostly stayed on hockey. I’m so stoked that the Oil pushed a game 7. This is the way the cup should be played every year.

Sunday for Father’s Day we got up early and headed to The Original Pancake House. We had time before church, so we went for coffee at Caribou, and being the only ones there, we got to sit in the good chairs for the first time. Whenever we go, Elijah always wants to play there, because they have furry animal ottomans that he can crawl on top of. Church was awesome, Growly Guy (bass player, his name is Joe, but Geoff and I affectionately refer to him as Growly Guy.) lead worship, and I got chills from singing Sing To The King. We got home and Geoff opened his cards (that card was hilarious Athena!) and his gifts. We spent the rest of the day out in the backyard. We had dinner out there, yummy fajitas on the weber charcoal grill which made me think of camping with the CA crowd. I’m ready for camping now!

Last night we watched Vertigo, having never seen it. We’re just going through all the Hitchcock movies on On Demand. Geoff liked, it, but I was just annoyed. By the end, I was hoping everyone would die. Except Midge, I loved her. Well, can’t like ’em all. I’m open to suggestions from any Hitchcock fans as to which to see next. We can choose from:
The Man Who Knew Too Much
Notorious
Frenzy
Rear Window
Saboteur

Well, I guess I’ll close with a quote from Usual Suspects.

Keaton: His name is Verbal. Verbal Kint.
McManus: Verbal?
Keaton: Yeah.
Verbal: Roger, really. People say I talk too much.
Hockney: Yeah, I was just gonna tell you to shut up.

Happy Birthday to Sir Paul.

for you Kelly, the biggest Beatlemaniac I know.

Bring home Lord Stanley’s Mug Oilers!

Yesterday I thought I was getting better, from whatever had befallen me. It seemed to be just a cold, then something with sinuses, but today I’m practically hoarse. But my need for Kleenex has subsided, so while I can’t really talk, I can at least go out in public.

There’s a reason I read the obituaries, it’s to find out who died, and obviously to inform the un-informed. For instance, I found out that Uncle Norman passed away. He was my (paternal) grandma’s brother. I only saw him at family reunions, but his family was kind enough to acknowledge Dad’s passing. So I sent them a note. I also told all the Torrances, since other than reunions, we don’t see the Harkes. No one seemed to have known.

Blackadder: Baldrick, have you no idea what “irony” is?
Baldrick: Yes, it’s like “goldy” and “bronzy” only it’s made out of iron.

Wednesday night I spent some time with Lisa on the phone, and I said some stuff that looked an awful lot like irony the next day when I was calling her to vent about nearly the same thing. Ah family, ain’t it wonderful! 🙂 Lisa, what would we do without each other? Is that island ready yet?

I’ve pretty much given up the idea of coming to Alberta this summer. Sorry to everyone who had their hopes up (all 3 of you). It’s more than I want to take on alone (traveling with Elijah). We’ll all have to wait until the 3 of us come up, when the time and money comes for that.

The plans for this weekend are chores, and taking Geoff out for Father’s Day breakfast.

I’ll close with a quote from Ren & Stimpy.

Stimpy: [praying] And please bless Grandma and Grandpa…
Ren: And please give me a million dollars, and a fridge with a padlock and, oh yeah, huge pectoral muscles.