This is my sister Rebekah and her monologue. And Lisa and her monologue, kind of.

Rebekah: Hi. Once upon a time, in a world not far from here — in a land that flows with caps and endmills, there was a girl. The end. Yeah. What? You don’t like my story? Say something. Dan’s being a loser. Mmmmhhhhh. *laughs* Can you stop now? Okay. You’ve got it. You’ve got it? I’ve got it. Let me tell you some stuff about Dan. *laughs* He’s a laugh. What? Um, well, today we found out some very… uh… shall we say exciting news? *giggles* Daniel *speaks too quietly for me to hear*.

Elyssa: Can we talk for me a while on there? I feel like I’m being left out… go ahead. Mm-hm. To find out what a certain company buys? Uh… I don’t know.. I’d have to kind of… I’d have to look up what each company buys. I could find out by looking up what each comapny buys. Yeah… there might be a way to look it up here. I don’t know if there’s an easy way, other than to look at each invoice that we’ve made. Yeah. I’ll see if there’s a way to do it in here, or else we’ll have to do it the harder way. Yeah.

Rebekah: As I was saying. Oh. Forgot what I was saying. Maybe Daniel can remind us.

Elyssa: Yeah? You want me to say something? Are you writing this all down? Eric is hot.

Becka: Lisa!

Lisa: Lis is L-I-S, not L-I-S-A. No don’t write it all down! That’s embarassing.

Becka: Now she’s talking to a boo. Her boo. Loser.

Lisa: Can you hold on one second? I’ve got to go to another phone.

Becka: What did she say? The end. Yet another day… in the life of Lisa and Becka. If you have any comments, please… don’t put that down. Okay. Those were some profanities. *laughing* Okay… huh… later days. *sighs* *sighs* Breathing in… breathing out. But Daniel has to go on the machines right now. Machines, so we shall go. Say bye, Dan.

Dax: Bye, Dan.

But I’m not going to tell you what it is, because I’m like that.

Gilmour Girls is starting to grate on me a little bit here. I’m sick of the way they treat marriage, and the pleasant banter is starting to run thin. But on the whole it’s still a good show, and I only have two more seasons to go to catch up with the current storyline. So by the time that happens, I will officially be sick of the show.

CSI Miami was pretty boring this week. Sometimes I don’t know why I watch these shows, and then there’s a great episode. Please let that be next week. I tell you, this is why I don’t watch much television: they just can’t keep the quality writing up.

Have you seen any good movies lately? I have been so far from the theatre that my cultural garbage experience is starting to sadly lack. I should stock up on junk food, drink thirty cups of coffee, and go watch a good flick that will mindlessly bounce off the inside of my eyes. Oh, that’s right. That’s why I haven’t watched any movies lately. BECAUSE THERE AREN’T ANY TO WATCH! Goodness, I can’t wait for Oscar season to come, for some reason. They tend to produce a movie around that time, at least one movie that’s slightly tolerable and doesn’t involve humans performing unpleasant acts with animals. Disturbing.

We ate deer at work today. Bambi on the barbi. Oh, the irony.

Yesterday I went home like a car to a gas station, quite literally getting a fill up an a little plastic plate on the side. Not bad, although Mr Pig and Mr Turkey are probably missing their days of poking around their stainless steel cages, waiting for their next growth hormone injection. This, my friends, is why I don’t often eat much meat. If it was possible to feed animals their own brains, some crooked farmer would be laughing all the way to the bank.

Speaking of laughing all the way to the bank, I was reading a book that was describing why people don’t trust CEOs of large companies anymore. Mostly, of course, because they’ve stopped caring about the direction of the companies they’re leading and have sacrificed good morals in order to cash in their stock options. That’s a little bit broad; there certainly are those men and women who still lead their companies as a leader should.

But it got me wondering. There’s certainly nothing wrong with power. Power itself doesn’t corrupt anyone, because it’s a neutral thing. Any moral force exerted against it is exerted by the one wielding the power, which explains why God can have perfect power and be perfect, and how corrupt humans can have even the smallest trace and manage to screw it over nice and well.

Maybe the problem isn’t that power is so bad for people, but that the people who are naturally drawn to power are more easily seduced by it than others. I dunno, maybe.

I can’t seem to focus on anything today. Somehow it feels as if I should be out there somewhere biking a mile a minute or doing something other than working. Maybe I need a nice long relaxing vacation to ease things up a bit. Or maybe a bit of Focus in a Can would help. Unfortunately, everyone seems to be out.

Blog. It’s the latest and hippest word. Seems I’m the last one to find out about it. This year. This year, people! was when I first heard the word. I am so behind the crowd.

You know, I haven’t bought a big-ticket item for quite a while now, and my bank account is the better for it. I’m saving, of course, for that keyboard (the musical kind), and that digital camera. One has to wonder how long such savings will take. One has to answer the implied question: a very long time.

What is it that makes people always want more and bigger? I don’t get it, maybe because I just don’t have enough to know to want more. Should I keep it that way? There’s this guy at work that owns a huge, expensive house. He’ll never pay off the mortgage. He doesn’t have enough family members to even begin filling up the house. He and his wife both work, and his deranged mother-in-law takes care of the children. This is happiness how? The American Dream is owned by American Express.

I wonder what I’ll be doing in five years. Someone asked me the question and assumed that I’d be settling down and having children. I don’t know if I will. Even if I get married, children aren’t a sure thing. For all I know, I may devote my life to ministry, my wife may devote her life to ministry, and so much for children. Maybe I’ll never even get married. Maybe I’ll die in a few days. Maybe the world will end before I get to find any of these things out.

People are wierd. I’ve met so many offbeat, quirky people, it’s not funny. Some of them annoy the heck out of me, and I’m sure that goes both ways; some of them are funny, or just plain friendly, or acutely insane.

I have ten dollars in my pocket. I have no idea what I’m going to use it for, except that I want to play at least a couple games of LaserQuest.

Today, while I was in the area, I stopped by the LCBO and picked up a little bottle of a liquer called “Sambouka” or something like that. Tastes like black liccourish. Is that how you spell that? Very interesting stuff.

Still watching the occasional episode of “Without a Trace”. Very good stuff.

The Rumor Forum is starting to disturb me.

Have you noticed how cold it is outside now? It’s freezing in the morning. Wear-a-hoodie sort of cold. Not good. Looking forward to Indian Summer.

It’s going to be a crazy week, I tell you.