Far away, so close

Just now, on a walk with Rover, I thought the sky looked particularly clear, and easy for me to find identifiable constilations. The slightly-past-full moon also looked particularly bright, close enough to reach out and grab. This might have had something to do with all of the jet planes crossing the sky, nearly passing the moon in the East as they approached YYZ. But doesn't a bright moon usually mean the stars are dimmer?... No matter, I enjoyed the walk.

Too much punctuation for stream-of-consciousness

I apologize in advance, but then, there's no rule you have to read it.

Tuesday night I went out for dinner (good thin-crust BBQ pizza from "Gourmet Pizza" on Willis Way in Uptown) and to see Paprika with Max and Jeremy and Tim (who doesn't livejournal). On the way we ran into Chris and Craig- solidifying Max's theory that Chris is stalking us, or at least him. Apparently Chris also ran into Paul canvasing for Fair Vote Canada; my conclusion is that Chris is just everywhere, especially since we didn't see Paul for ourselves. (Hi Paul!)

The movie blew most of our socks off, and afterwards we retired to the gelatto place to recover and make fun of leisure studies. Yummy gelatto and hot chocolate were had, though my cone was booby-trapped. Further discussions were had about enhancements to the autonomous vehicles at Jeremy's workplace which play "It's a Small World" and "My Grandfather Clock" and to the spine-crushing robot at mine. Alas, I don't think we could get federal funding for a spine-elongating robot. Not even if it sang.

Wednesday night, I slightly helped pack Tim (who does livejournal) and his n-cubic-feet of stuff into n-minus-m-cubic-feet of truck, mostly the handiwork of Tim, Graham, Dan with an uppercase D, Max, and Jeremy. Kourtney helped too. dan provided a yummy dinner of chicken wings and veggies and humus. I obsessively hummed the tetris theme song, and a fibreboard table was flung. We unpacked the whole truck at their new place, which is coincidentally half a block from Chris who can now stalk them too. I fervantly hope Tim got to sleep at least some last night, because there appeared to be a lot of stuff still to move by car. Though we moved all the body-sized-bins.

When a halt was called, I eventually collapsed into bed, where I slept better than dan did, which usually happens the other way around.

Today was an unremarkable work day except for lunch with Chris and an afternoon walk with Max, both salubrious. I had a phone chat with Sadelle in Vermont and we agreed the sky wasn't falling, and I'm OK in theory with receiving a drop-shipped box of some hundreds of postcards, especially if they're partly redundant.

I feel happy with my social life these days, with no apologies.