identity crisis?

Life happens, and so do distractions. I have to admit that I haven't been totally on track with this whole writing businack but... :) luckily my fans are faithful. And who has the time to sit at their computer when the sun is shining, there is ice cream to be eaten, motorcycles to be ridden, fires to be roasting hot dogs over (or if you're Leigh, plastic), pickup trucks to be hot tubbing in the back of, significant others to be saying goodbye to...

My special friend moved to Revelstoke today and I am...jealous. I mean I miss him and all, but somewhere between sadness and lonliness lies a small tinge of envy. He is living my dream. Snowy winters with deep, beautiful powder, steep skihills, gorgeous valleys and mountains, lakes, peace and quiet, hiking, boating, the nearby okanagan, vineyards, fruit farms...darn him! Why do I live in the city??? I am squandering my youth in this concrete jungle. And as for all those who are taking off to Golden, seriously guys, take me with you. I'll sleep in the bath tub.

Anyway, all ranting aside, life is pretty cool. I've had a few adventures in the last month. I've been eating alot of aquatic life lately (lobster, sushi, octupus, raw tuna), which is a little weird for a fish-hater. Apparently my hatred was unfounded. Nowadays, you can give me anything that formerly had gills, fins, tentacles, or an exo-skeleton and I'm game. If it can swim or hold it's breath for an extended period of time...I'll entertain ideas of it lying on my dinner plate. I've also acquired an addiction to bubble tea, vietnamese soup, and vietnamese coffee. And I know how this might all be sounding, like I'm turning asian or something...it's like I don't even know who I am anymore.

Back to the whole seafood thing. I have to say, I find boiling live lobsters to be a little cruel (even if they do sort of resemble my nemesis, the arachnid). I was sort of tempted to stroke the poor little crustaceans tentacles as it kicked it's numerous legs in a desperate, but futile, attempt to climb out of the scalding liquid. I wanted to console it and tell it that it would be alright and that I really hadn't intended on cracking it apart with my metal tools and scattering it all over my plate (and sometimes the floor...and wall). I kind of wanted to save it from that awful fate and make it my pet. I sort of questioned how well it would have gotten along with Leigh's cats though. I pictured them not playing very fairly with my pet lobster - constantly excluding it from their game of tag (because he would have an unfair advantage with all those legs) and batting at his tentacles. The lobster probably wouldn't be able to climb on the cat jungle very well either. Or jump up on the bed. I dunno, I think he would have been pretty fun to have around though. You know, a different kind of pet. But then I ate him. And he was delicious.

Poor little guy.