Lucas Chan :: Weblog

On Saturday morning I was told a very disturbing story from the night before about a drunk person who lost their balance while going to the toilet (at Brown Alley of all places). He failed dismally in his attempt to prop himself up and ended up sitting in the urinal. He was having a lot of trouble getting up and his fellow bathroom occupants were unable to help him up due to being crippled with laughter.

Horrifying.

So anyway, after discovering that the sewerage pipes out the back of our house are leaking we have implemented some toilet restrictions until the plumber arrives.

The closest public toilets to our house are at the supermarket down the road. I recall using them once and being somewhat consternated. Something about that UV light scares me. Not to mention the smell. Maybe they’ve fixed them up since then?

I am reminded of a Seinfeld episode:

Jerry: Anywhere in the city?

George: Anywhere in the city – I’ll tell you the best public toilet.

Jerry: Okay.. Fifty-fourth and Sixth?

George: Sperry Rand Building. 14th floor, Morgan Apparel. Mention my name – she’ll give you the key.

Jerry: Alright.. Sixty-fifth and Tenth.

George: Are you kidding? Lincoln Center. Alice Tully Hall, the Met. Magnificent facilities.

Gold.

The instructor at the gym is a really nice girl. But I’m not sure how many more times I will be able to listen to the pop-trance (is that even a genre?) remix of Belinda Carlisle’s Summer Rain.

I have contemplated offering to supply her with some tunes, if only for the sake of variety. I would never do it though. Awkward. Plus, it ocurred to me this morning that I am probably the only person there that dislikes the music anyway.

Can you imagine the gym junkies rocking out to Phil K and the like? No, me neither. :)

I am the proud owner of Coldplay tickets. July 2006 can not come quickly enough.

Now I just need to find someone to take with me.

I’m feeling very anxious and agitated. I can think of a million reasons why, but none of them make sense (cryptic huh?), and none of them make for interesting reading. Perhaps I’ll snap out of it soon, or “just let go”, as Nat would say.

Now I remember why I have tried and failed at this weblog thing many times before. The only things that I want to write about are the things that are deeply personal to me. While this is an extremely theraputic thing to do, when you do it on your weblog; well, people just end up thinking you’re a crazy person.

It’s been a long day. Need sleep. Over and out.

This is by far the most outstanding thing I’ve heard all day:

Classic Bacharach teams up with rap giant

Burt Bacharach has teamed up with rapper Dr Dre for a new album of passionate protest songs.

Thank you waferbaby for this most excellent news. And much respect to Burt Bacharach for spreading the good word. :)