11:10pm I had another wild dream. But, of course, now, at eleven at night, I cannot remember it.
Today was a great day. A relaxing day, one in a long time. Luckily, I got out of school REALLY early, at 10:30 am, studied for an hour at school before Mark picked me up so we could enjoy the day together.
Coffee at starbucks while discussing the Naslund hit by rookie Moore, as well as commentary on how coach Mike Crawford handled it not so well. My POV is that if the league is so damn concerned with so-called "protecting" and for "the good" of their players, then why not enforce stricter rules? Why not provide harsher penalties, perhaps in monetary terms? Kind of like a ticket, or an order, in our field.
What I didn't like was Crawfords' zealous remarks about lack of respect in the league, and how "a rookie player" could come along and viciously hit a "top league scorer". Why the differentation / segregation between veteran player / rookie player? Would the circumstances be all the more different if it were a crappy player?
I saw the hit. I didn't like the lack of call, I didn't like the delay in stopping the game. I don't think Moore is fessing up to the crime, which is that he completed a hit on a vulnerable player who was not in posession of the puck whatsoever. In the freeze-frame shots of "THE HIT", the puck is clearly out of Naslunds' reach. No posession of puck = inteference. Why was this not called?
Furthermore, it was not just "an innocent check" that Moore would like to have us believe. It might have started that way, but he finishes it by lifting his elbow. That's a (literally) bloody elbow to the FACE. Isn't there some regulation about drawing blood drawing a penalty?
Anyways. After that we meandered a bit, to Richmond Costco to marvel at their selection of goods, back to Barnet highway for some all-you-can-eat cod and chips...and mind you, they were mighty good cod and chips too. Mark polished off five pieces of cod and chips, while I scarfed down three crispy pieces.
My body's not used to that much oil. And that was muy oil. It reminded me very clearly of one time in my childhood where my father was out of town, Churchs' Fried Chicken was on special, and my mother happened to buy it for lunch. and. dinner. I think I was running to the washroom all the next day with fluids coming out of every orifice.
Thankfully, I didn't have the same explosive reaction today..but it was an unsettled tummy, in the least. We planned to watch "Big Fish" at Silvercity, but arrived too late for their afternoon showing. So we window shopped for a while, was accosted by several snarling salespeople. Really. These people were desparate for a sale or something. I felt like I was being assaulted the way they were humping our legs like rabid dogs..
ahem. Yeah. So they were really pushy.
Tried my first shot of wheatgrass. It feels good, and tastes like barleygreen, also from my childhood. I felt...energized after it, kind of like a buzz but much less jittery, and more of an unexplainable "weightless" feeling. Yeah. Anyways. Try it if you want something "new". (Note: It does taste very green.)
Big Fish. 7 out of 10. I did go into the movie with high expectations, and I am a fan of Tim Burton, but for both Mark and I, it was lacking that "magic". The effects were nice, but personally, I thought the acting and casting was kind of shoddy. The son in particular. Yes, he does look very "no nonsense" in a way, but he doesn't act the whole character. It felt like he was reading his lines off of his hands or something. In fact, minus Albert Finneys' charming father figure, I thought the whole cast was somewhat one dimensional.
The directing is still genius: I loved the still-framed circus scene, and the green, lush atmosphere of Spectre: the town you could never leave. I did think that some scenes could be more dramatic.
The soundtrack was kind of nice though.
I like spending my free time with The Boy. It's days like today where I realize that there's a lot more to him that I like getting to know. And it's also that I realize that there's a lot of stories that haven't had time to be told.
I love and appreciate his company.
Sushi. I've been craving it for a while. I think I'll be going there on my birthday....24 years dude. It kind of makes me realize how much time I've been on earth and how little time it has been as well. How much longer do I have? And do I want to spend it in this "state"?
I mean..the way I am living life...is *this* what it's all about? I'm realizing that there are many more things that I have to accomplish, to better myself, to prove to myself. Why not start today?