.... The Messy Mind of J'rod: July 2007
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Saturday, July 21, 2007

Of Courses.

It is almost time to pick my courses for school. I've scanned the calendar back and forth, and have picked out a few routes I could pursue. I find the whole process ridorkulously confusing (I've laid 'ridonkulous' to rest and replaced it with a new, hip counterpart. So if you hear anyone saying 'ridorkulous', they got it from me!). Some POSts (program of study) are quite asinine and meticulous as to what you have to take. For instance, (BEWARE: MIND BOGGLE AHEAD) I'm thinking of majoring in Engrish (did he write that by accident?), so they require that I take a course at the 100 level, and only one will count, but not the ENG101 course. Then I need at least two in the 300 level. Plus I need seven in total, which can come from the following... At least 0.5 from group 1, one from group 2, one from group 3, two from group 4, and one from group 5. But these groups pertain to certain fields of English. So group 3 deals with cultures and different views, like "Jewish Literature in English". Group 5 is the "Fiction" section. But all of these groups range in levels from 200 to 400. BAH!
My minors would possibly be Psychology, Math, or VicOne (a program that'll help you get into UofT's teacher's college).
I'm sure once I've begun, things will be less confusing, and more intense. Yippee.
So let's move on to the dumb-dumb section:
I saw Transformers the day Harry Potter came out, because I had a theatre to myself. Great movie; funny, but not too cheesy. It was comparable to ID4 when it came out in the theatres back in the 90's. The effects were amazing, and not too over processed, but some of the fight scenes left you in a daze wondering what just happened.
I haven't seen the Potter film yet. Since I read the book, I know what happens. I'll just wait until the theatres die out a little before I go. There's nothing worse than a packed theatre full of talkers and candy throwers when you're trying to watch a movie you really want to see on the big screen.
And one more thing...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIM! YOU ARE 45 AS OF JULY 20 AND STILL KICKING. Ladies and gentlemen, for those of you who do not know Jim, he is my service manager at the Dill Hole, and is a co-founder of the Booze Bros website.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Explain This Dream...

I think this entry should also appear in my "What Dreams May Come" section, still available for viewing down in the 'buttons' section of my blog.
I just woke up from a somewhat routine dream, where I was at a Casino after car jacking a black luxury sedan with some dude I never met. After seeing Noah win like, $400 at a poker table, I decided to look around and see if there was a game I could win. While dodging the semi-busy crowd, I bumped into a blonde girl, who asked to go head to head with me on one of the casino games. I didn't know how to play the one she pointed at, but thought 'why not'. As we went to exchange our money for casino tokens, we introduced ourselves. Well, I introduced myself; I called myself J.D. (Jared David). She didn't want to give her real name. I said, "well what should I call you?" She scanned her mind for names she liked and came up with a few.
"You could call me D.J., or Stephanie... or I suppose you could call me Michelle," she said. I liked the name Michelle, so I decided to call her by that name, even though I could tell she didn't like that one as much.
The dream ended only a few seconds later. I got up to go to the washroom, and as I did I began to recall the dream.
"Why would she not want to use her real name?" I thought to myself. "And why Stephanie, D.J., or Michelle? Besides... D.J. is an 80's name that made you think of that show Full House. Come to think of it Michelle was another name on... WAIT!!"
I suppose I should make something clear before I go any further. Until now I had COMPLETELY forgotten about that show and its characters. I never really liked the episodes, and watched other things when I could. And now, suddenly, my own mind decides to play a trick on me via my dreams. I wasn't even positive the last Full House girl was Stephanie until I Googled it.
So this brings up some interesting questions about the mind and subconscious:
How is it that information that is long forgotten is sometimes recalled in a dream? Does this mean that the subconscious mind can tap into the vast resourses of your brain; resourses unavailable to you during your conscious state? Well I suppose if I thought really hard about it, I could have come up with the three names.
But in the dream the blonde haired girl seemed to be thinking for only a second while she came up with those names, and at NO POINT in my dream did I clue in to where those names came from.
So perhaps it is like one of those Twilight Zone / Outer Limits episodes: We are not actually in control of our dreams. There is another entity that co-exists with us, that taps into our brains for information, and creates a scenario to live in for the six hours we sleep. Everytime it needs more information to fill the gaps, it scans your brain for familiar objects or instances, leaving you without control.
Maybe not... but it sure seems more plausible than my own mind pulling the wool over my eyes.
Perhaps that subconscious mind really does operate independantly from the waking mind. I don't know... An thoughts?

Friday, July 06, 2007

A Space Between

So... how many of my blog entries begin with "So"?
So I went to see a play written by and starring a friend of mine. Sarah Dryden entered "A Space Between" into the Fringe Festival, and it is currently playing at Factory Theatre at the corner of Adelaide and Bathurst.
The play revolved around a troubled girl who collected many things in jars; be it buttons and tennis balls, to memories and sensations. It is unknown at first why she is so obsessively hoarding such things until the plot unravels during her conversations with her brother and father.
The touching story has the observer journeying through moments of hilarity, sadness, and compassion for the characters. Very few kinks needed to be ironed out after this first performance, like technical issues involving visible mouse pointers and cued sounds. Overall I give it nine clutter-filled jars out of ten.
If you wish to see Sarah's work, she is performing again on:
Sat, July 7 @ 7:45pm
Mon, July 9 @ 7:00pm
Wed, July 11 @ 12:30pm
Thu, July 12 @ 9:30pm
Fri, July 13 @ 2:00pm
Sat, July 14 @ 3:30pm
same location, only $8.

Thursday, July 05, 2007


It's been a blah sorta' week, what with no events to boost sales at work. Since there are no events in town (oh.. sorry, the circus is in town... no really... but they haven't drawn much of a crowd) we're not getting any guests in the bar; so in turn I'm making very little dough. This means that I can't spend a lot, or go out for a few drinks with friends. So here I am at home on a thursday night, while the crew is out drinking at the Fox 'n' Fiddle and singing at Open Mic night. Really, I've been going out enough as it is. I'm just happy I finally found the one video game I've been looking for, for almost ten years. I don't even use my playstation all that much anymore, but I found FINAL FANTASY TACTICS!!!! The rare, impossible to find kick-ass game that spawned a counterpart for Gameboy. For those of you that knew me back when I went to Centennial College, you may remember me mentioning what I did to pass the time during those long bus rides to school. No, it wasn't studying, stupid; I played FFT Advance for gameboy, and racked up about 245 hours on the thing. Yes, two hundred and fourty five hours of gameplay in total. Don't believe me? I still have the game saved! Oh, I get it... I'm a dork. Well, if you played this open ended, create-your-own team of heroes game, I'm sure you'd never get bored of it either.
So you can see why I wanted to find the original game so badly. I'd just better finish the game before University begins, or I'm done for.
In the meantime, here are a few personals I'd like to hand out:
Karen, I'm glad you're adapting well to Dubai. I give you credit for being so ballsy in the first place.
Bryan, tell Nikka she's still ugly.
Dad, happy birthday... again.
Ronni, were you still on the clock when you played that game on facebook where you write down a friend for every letter in the alphabet, then answer questions related to your choices? Ah... Salary work is great.
Dina, don't worry... I didn't put a fake spider in your room for when you return.
Dimitri, hey. I know you're reading this.