I think this building dispenses small amounts of crack dust through the central air system. My mom has even commented to me that she's had some weird dreams, but I think last night took the cake for me. I hesitate to even put these into writing. In one of them my dad had a slightly challenged identical twin that showed up at some party at my parents' old house. And I kept confusing him for my dad if he didn't say anything. And then I got in our car as we were preparing to leave. Weird to host a party at a house and then leave yourself while guests are still there but I guess I still have moving issues. And from outside I was witness to my dad's twin almost running out into the street and getting scared by passing cars. In my second dream I went back to high school to finish a credit (12 yrs later?) and Katie was there. And we ran into each other in the bathrooms and she says "oh boy," and I screamed "get out of my fucking life." That one sums up pretty accurately how I feel about her, except I probably wouldn't have vocalized it quite like that. But holy weirdness batman. I think maybe I was oversleeping and that was my brain's way of saying GET UP. But I'm also partial to the crack dust theory.
Life with mom has been pretty great. Aside from being displaced from my bed we're having a good time. She's fairly early to bed most nights so I have time to myself then. I have someone cooking about half the meals which is something I haven't had since I moved out. Half the meals, half the trips to the garbage chute. I'm actually really going to miss her when she leaves. A lot.
I'm in the middle of a David Gilmour novel, so it's really interesting the controversy that's in the news. As a prof at U of T he has a balls to tell someone interviewing him that if you're interested in literature by a female author go down the hall because you won't find any in his class. And to defend that he says he only teaches what he's passionate about and the only female author that he has passion for is Virginia Wolfe so he does one short story of hers. He likes man's man stuff, whatever that means. He's not mean-spirited or a misogynist at heart. He's just an author that for a brief moment forgot how to use his words. If he had said, "I stack my syllabus with what I'm most passionate about", and if someone questions the lack of female writers he can just say they aren't at the top of his list. He doesn't have to say they're all at the bottom. Dumb dumb. I would like to believe he's just lying to himself. I think there is a lot of crossover between genders and writing styles. Anyways, that's a whole other thing. I'm going to finish this book, because it's effin good, and raspberry to that.
Our family is flirting with the idea of going North for Thanksgiving again. If the weather dips down into the single digits it's not going to be a very pleasant experience. We might just go up on Saturday, close er up, hit up the Haliburton Studio Tours, and then head back down for an inaugural Thanksgiving in C-burg.
I guess my last piece of news, is that we all have to be very very careful with our privacy and our money. My dad recently had his work email hacked, and the effin effers used information from his email account to draft a letter to his financial advisor asking him to transfer all of his retirement savings into a different account. Obviously the advisor said uhhh, no. But the letter they drafted mentioned C-burg, it mentioned an upcoming trip to California my mom is taking. Although they got it wrong and thought the itinerary was for my dad. It's creepy, it's invasive, and it could happen to ANYONE. They also used his contact list to send out an email asking them to log into a website to view a google doc about wealth management, in an attempt to ascertain their email account information. And then they deleted his contact list so he couldn't send out a blast for them to ignore it. That's why I operate without a contact list. It might be a little bit inconvenient sometimes, but it's worth the peace of mind. I had a fucking conniption when I found out it wasn't just a spam attack but something much more serious. If the a-holes that did it weren't in Kuala Lumpur I would go fuck their days up. It made me realize that it was only slightly targeted, and this could be happening dozens or hundreds of times a day. And you only find out when your account is suddenly empty. I'm getting angry again just thinking about it. A pox on you, Malaysians. But not all of you, just the jerky ones.
That's all from me. Byeeee.
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