2004-05-07 - 7:37 p.m.
It's Bloggin' Tradition for those who have recently ended a lengthy silence to offer either half-hearted been-busy apologies or wildly outlandish tales of the many exciting activities that kept them away from the wired world. I shall do neither. I shall instead carry on as if nothing's amiss and I haven't actually been away at all. When asked why I was gone, and why I've decided to take the e-pen up once more at Mirabile Visu, I'll merely look askance at my interlocutor, mutter something about time dilation, and hurriedly change the subject......er, lovely spring weather we're having, innit?
Thar She Blows
Actually, it really is. For the most part. The sun is awfully nice, and the temperatures grow more agreeable by the day. I'm not so fond, though, of the constant, terrifyingly fierce mini-hurricane that seems to have descended upon Regina. Absent altogether are the gentle zephyrs of spring; all-too-cruelly ubiquitous are the sort of winds useful for stress-testing jet fuselage, removing barnacles from the undersides of barges, loosening the bonds of sub-atomic particles, and really, really fucking up your hair. We'll all be gelling with egg-white mixtures each morning before long lest during the brief walk from the door to the car we find our handsome coifs whipped into Conway Twitty monstrosities.
The wind creates certain unexpected amusements though. As the temperature starts its annual Nome-to-Rome march, skirts come out from the back of wardrobes in celebration of the new warmth, and thus, with the unremitting gale, downtown Regina looks like it's been recently occupied by a bizarre Seven-Year Itch Marilyn Monroe clone army.
QUICK SPOILER-FILLED UPDATE: Ruinedendings.com is at it again! Am I ever glad I didn't visit this page from ruinedendings.com before going to see The Passion of the Christ. It would have totally wrecked it for me.
