Weblog and Playground of Gord Fynes

As it’s been too hot in the past week to get a decent night’s sleep, the only thing I’ve had the urge to do after work is flake out on the couch and watch the tube. As a result, my interest in baseball (okay, the Jays) has been renewed. I haven’t followed any type of sports for quite sometime, like since computers got popular, so following the home team now via their website is really weird.

Happy Father’s Day, gents. Hope y’all didn’t end up with ties and/or argyle socks! Glad to say that I didn’t. Instead, I decided to treat myself to a couple of tix for Eddie Izzard‘s upcoming fall tour.

Father’s Day 2003: A Summary

* Wake up really early as the boy was coming home from a sleep-over at his auntie’s. The late evening beer after seeing “Lost In La Mancha” last night didn’t make it any easier.

* Figure out where to take the car on a Sunday and have it back before they close so as not to rely on public chance-it, I mean, transit to get to work tomorrow.

* Family exclamations of “you can do it girl” while driving to the auto centre, hoping not to stall at every red light or on a left-hand turn. At least Elliot enjoyed taking the bus home.

* Actually read some of the book I’ve had for about seven months now.

* Bus it back to the auto centre and spend close to 500 smackers on the ol’ VW.

* Late drive-thru lunch. The boy fell asleep.

* Sneak in a half-hour nap in the middle of the day.

* Prepare this week’s music review for Brainwashed.

* Watch “La Jetée” and the second half of “Atanarjuat The Fast Runner.”

I don’t remember his exact wording, but Dennis Miller had a bit that when you have kids, at some point you’re going to get hit in the nuts. As the father of a two-and-a-half year old, I can now say it’s funny because it’s true.

On another note (not as high as the above mentioned), I’ve worked up a webite for my friends, Jill and Lorna, who create awesome centrepiece designs for those special occasions. Check out their stuff on the Table Sensations website and enjoy their work.

If you’ve got Quicktime installed, click on the photo below to check out a wee slideshow of Elliot at the beach chucking stones into the lake (1.1 meg). This has become one of his favourite things to do. He’s getting a pretty good arm in the process. Maybe all the penny-throwing in the mall fountain was pretty good training. Laurel took the photos on her non-digital format camera (remember those?).

The music clip in the slideshow is from a track called “Three In the Morning” written by Jeff Parker from the Chicago Underground Quartet’s self-titled disc.

Happy Birthday, me.

The car’s been given a temporary extension. The weather is nice. I’m having pizza for dinner and sleeping in ‘til at least 7am tomorrow!

If anyone feels like buying me the Twilight Zone boxset on DVD, by all means, please get in touch and do so! Just kidding. Maybe. Naw, just kidding. Hmm, maybe not. Etc.