So here we go. My Johari Window can be found here. Visit and see how much (or how little) we mutually know about me.

That is all.

(Cross Posted at A Golden World).

I will no longer be posting anything public on this LiveJournal. As it seems, LiveJournal is not the most friendly forum for posting and idea exchange, unless you are a current LiveJournal user. As such, I will still post on here, but posts from now on will be in a private forum only. If you can't read them, but feel you deserve to, you got to get a hold of me. And you should know how to do that by now.

For public posts please go to A Golden World.

Regards
Jeff

This weekend went by just too damn quickly. Again. Nothing like reprising the feelings I had when I was living in Windsor (yup, the armpit of Ontario), looking over my shoulder, feeling threatened by my higher ups. Funny how the more things change, the more they remain the same. And to boot, still can't be the rock for Dawn 100% as there is still a substantial hole financially to take care of. Gawd I wanna get out of this place. Hopefully I can get a hold of my Aunt Colleen soon. Turns out she has a cousin, who in Vancouver, produces in some shape Smallville, and hopefully can help me find my way into working on that set. Here's fingers crossed.

As for the lighter side of things, made a couple more posts on my take the piss blog, A Golden World. I hope people find them funny, though I'm not sure since only Dawn and I have seen it so far.

Anyhow, need to prepare for another five days of hell.

Regards
Jeff

Well, lets just say, some film work (ok, I'm looking toward television, but hey) better just come my way. God I am SO sick of working with Dougie. Turns out yesterday he had a really rough morning, and decided to take it out on me, having made a couple of minor mistakes because I was rushed (again by no fault of my own). So here's praying to the gods that something comes my way really soon.

It does have one advantage though. I get to watch re-runs of Degrassi on Showcase DIVA, early in the morning before heading to work. Ahhh, the memories of being a teenager. So, I have been perusing a few sites here and there, and found a rather humourous blog in the making, and saw this post. Most amusing.

Ok, so this is an attempt at self promotion. So sue me.

Jeff

Yup. Canada beat the United States. At Hockey. Again. 3-1. This time it's the Men's World Hockey Championships. Somebody should remind USA Hockey that all those NHL players, who play for American teams (ok well did until asshole boy Bettman killed the season), such as

Joe Sakic
Rick Nash
Scott Stevens
Martin Brodeur
Chris Pronger
Mario Lemieux
Marty Turco
Paul Kariya
Adam Foote
Eric Desjardins

I could go on, but you get the point. They're CANADIAN. Two positives in one week, at least sports wise. Too much good karma. What's lurking in the shadows trying to get me?

The Rock has come back...

Erm... well, no. But I FINALLY got paid today. Bout bloody time too. In anticipation of this momentous occasion, last night I went onto my bank's webpage to find branches open later than 5, as I work out of the way and long hours. Sure enough, I found one, at a grocery food superstore (we're getting more and more of those each day). AND... open until 8 PM (which means I wouldn't have to rush).

YAYAYAYAYAYAY. Finally, no stress about saving a few cents on gas to make sure I get to and fro.

OR SO I THOUGHT

So, after a lovely 40 minute drive from the latest work site, I get to the super center, with no sign for my (or any other) bank. But I go in none the less, and enter the Dominion's. Sure enough, my bank has a little cubby hole office in there, with two people at two seperate desks, reading, backs to everything else going on. So, after startling one of them, I became politely informed that in fact the website was a little misinforming, that it wasn't an actual bank branch. WHAT THE FUCK? After a minute or two of conversation, I couldn't imagine why a bank would hire two people to sit around an ATM all day. What a waste of money. Not only do I pay high bank fees to pay these gits for sitting on their ass, while I slave away to make a living until more money returns to the film world in these parts, I, a venerable go-getter, can't get a job sitting on my ass to tell people to use an ATM.

What a load of shit. I've said it before, and I'll say it now.

Somebody out there just plain doesn't like me.

Jeff

It's so hard to believe that one whole year ago to this date, two lives changed forever. Two souls adrift and aimless amongst a sea of fear, mistrust and jealousy, found each other, and for one full year, have brought each other hope, reason, passion, meaning, and love. Being together, I cannot even fathom now how I coped for the last thirty one years. Two lives, seperate at first, find meaning amongst each other, and the two combined are far stronger than the two individually.

You give me strength, hope, reason, passion, and love, that I carry with me every moment of every day. For a long time I felt empty and lonely, until I met you, and now I couldn't be without you. I am committed to you, every day for the last year, and for every day remaining in this existence, and beyond.

I love you Dawn, and Happy Anniversary.
Jeff

But when the stakes are higher, god we kick ass across Europe. Liverpool beat Chelsea today (insert huge grins here) on a controversial goal, and are on to the finals of the Champions League.

GO REDS!!!

Also, read this comic in the paper today, and reminded me of grade school math.

Clicky

The answer is 180(n-2)

Cheers
Jeff

Yesterday was one of the hardest, yet most surreal days I've had in a long long time. Seeing as I've just recently started working, and that Dad couldn't go yesterday, as a household we all kinda concluded it made more sense for me to go to Freddie's viewing yesterday with Dawn while Mom and Dad go to the funeral today. Our family (I guess the direct lineage) has more of a "tradition" of closed casket, but I do remember at Great Uncle Charlie's (Fred's dad) funeral, it was an open casket. I have to admit my concern was more for Dawn as I know she had serious concerns about having an open casket, and was seriously considering not going. But in the end, Dawn did go, and I'm glad she did, just knowing she was there for me made things just a little easier to get through.

Upon getting to the funeral home, I almost immediately ran into my cousin Dustin, whom I hadn't seen in 11 years (though keep running into his wife Anita at family events), and he hugged me like no time had passed, nearly in tears, and it emotionally hit me all at once, just how sad and tragic Fred's death really was. There were two rooms open for the viewing, both filled with pictures at a level I have just never seen. All the pictures showed Fred full of life, with his family, and the free spirit he was, ranging from early childhood to the very recent. Making our way over to the second of the two rooms, I peered around the corner to see Fred's casket open, and made mention to Dawn about it. I thank her for her strength and we entered, and perused another plethora of photos of Fred, before viewing him. The weirdest feeling hit me when we viewed him though. Fred was everywhere in that home, except in his body. When I saw him lying there, I knew he wasn't there anymore, but he was literally everywhere else. The scope of who he touched and how deeply just cannot be measured.

My heart goes out to Laurel, Fred's wife, who fought really hard to be strong, and when I talked to her yesterday, we could feel this tearing each other apart. To my cousin Nat (Anthony), who just a couple of years ago nearly succumbed to a virus, but made a near miraculous recovery, his wife Trina, Dustin, Anita, and Fred and Laurel's grandchildren. Fred was a wonderful man, whom I'm proud to count as family, and will be very missed here.

I don't quite know how to wrap this up, but I thought posting Fred's obituary and a picture would be something necessary.

VICKERS, Fred- Beloved father, friend and mentor, passed away peacefully, surrounded by his family at Trillium Health Centre on Wednesday, April 27, 2005 at the age of 56 years. Adoring husband of Laurel. Loving father of Dustin and his wife Anita, Nat and his wife Trina. Dear brother of Shirley and Patty. Lovingly remembered by his cherished grandchildren Calvin, Brena, Logan, and Jaime. Will be sadly missed by all who knew him. Visitation at the NEWEDUK FUNERAL HOME – “MISSISSAUGA CHAPEL”, 1981 Dundas St. West, (just east of Erin Mills Pkwy.) from 1-3 p.m. and 6-8 p.m. on Sunday. Service to celebrate the life of Freddie will be held in the Chapel on Monday, May 2nd, at 1 pm. For further info see www.neweduk.com. In lieu of flowers, if desired, donations would be welcome for the Heart and Stroke Foundation.

Which, in turn, was stolen from everyone else. I think. Anyhow...

1. Take the lyrics to a favorite song.

2. Go to Google Language Tools,
translate the lyrics into German,
then from German to French,
and finally from French back into English.
http://www.google.com/language_tools

3. Post the results verbatim.

4. Invite friends to guess the song based on the interesting new lyrics.

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