So yes, we are once again at this time of year. That special time when you get together with the one you love, and spend some time just being happy with one another. Yes, it’s the special time of year when you can truly appreciate those that mean the most to you. I’m speaking, of course, of Family Day.
If you live outside the wonderful province of Ontario, then you might not celebrate Family Day. It’s worth a Google if you have the time. I have to be honest; it was much nicer before all the commercialization. I remember putting up the Family Day Tree, and singing Family Day Carols. It truly was a magic time, once upon a time.
I took this past Monday off to get some rest after my trip to the New York Comicon (I really can’t say that enough, “my trip to the New York Comicon”) but now my whole week has been thrown off. I’m a day behind and feeling like I’ve forgotten something as a result. Oh well, I’m sure that it’ll come up eventually. I mean, how bad could it be right?
Hey! So only a full week after buying it, I finally read the recently-released Scott Pilgrim Vs. The Universe. It was “officially” released just before I left for New York, but I bought it at the convention. It’s a great book. Its set where we live in Toronto, so it’s really cool to read such a popular book that features so many of the places that I know and hang out in. Volume 5 is something of a quick read, but a great addition to the Scott Pilgrim series. If you haven’t read it yet I highly recommend it.
Oh Crap! Now I remember! It isn’t just Family Day this weekend! Today is National Get Another Name Day! I think this year; I’ll go with Floyd… Yeah, that sounds good. Floyd.



well, it’s at least better than giving or getting the hiv
at least that can be cured with some penicillin
Family Day. I bet Monday morning, at the crack of dawn, all the mothers and fathers will go out and buy boxes of doughnuts to bring home and share with their families, and I will have to serve them at my crappy job.
Sadly the unionized folkies don’t get Family Day off, thereby confirming my suspicion that in order to join a union, one must sacrifice their first born, or if you don’t have a family – your goatlet.