The cleaning lady did it again…

It does. The assignments are impossibly difficult, and they are two times in length when compared to my algebra assignments. Moreover, I’ve only just finished learning the material due on my 19 question assignment 2 days (or practically one, since I have no free time Wednesday) before it is due.

With any luck, you have come to my blog on this occasion to read the third part of a multi-blog spanning epic. Unless you are brutally incompetent, you would have likely started in Alcoholicville followed by a brief but satisfying stroll through the Beardy City. And now, you’ve come to rest in the hollowed stone halls of The Box; this hall, where I can sit in my red leather chair by the fireplace, smoking on my oaken pipe filled with tobacco, and idly flipping through a large leather bound book with gilded edges, promsing to tell you “the rest of the story.”

It will flashback earlier than Blake’s and break away from Liam’s slightly only to wrap everything up nicely, like when Tim Roth and Amanda Plummer rob the restaurant in Pulp Fiction at the start and end of the film, only to get stopped by one “bad motha fucka”. But I digress. Quite frequently. Here we go.

We were trudging along beneath the Engineering building about forty minutes to an hour after Liam and Blake had shown up at my door, forcing me to abandon Calculus and a fulfilling conversation with my girlfriend to walk the Earth in search of alcohol.

We were walking past the UW Plaza, discussing women with beards and plummeting estrogen levels when Liam noticed the Molly Bloom’s. After seeing it again, I’d remember passing the grungy-looking evil version of my former Tuesday hideaway while en route to Danger’s pad. The place looked different at night. It was full of smoke, drunken idiots, and probably a transvestite.

Liam and Blake went inside ahead of me. After entering, I was shocked to see a large man clad in black perched atop a stool. Instantly, I felt foolish. My first encounter with a bouncer would prove to be unsuccessful, as I’d neglected to bring my driver’s license. Since moving to Waterloo, I rarely bring it with me. It is a useless slab of plastic. I carry my WATCard for food, debit card for places that do not take the WATCard, and my health card in case I am assaulted, run over, or made comatose from sexual exhaustion.

Embarassed for ruining the evening, I strolled along down the “strip” with Blake and Liam, when we stopped outside a haven of a bar. A little hole in the wall that could easily be overlooked, yet it possessed its own charm and quiet dignity. I resolved to head home to get my ID, while Liam and Blake went inside to wait. So, I rushed home through back parking lots and through as many shortcuts as I could think of, until I reached N3. I grabbed my driver’s license, got on my bike and hurried back to the bar with the utmost haste.

When I arrived, Blake had just exited the building for a smoke. He informed me with great delight that the noble proprietor was a charming fellow, formerly in some branch of the military, with ties to the highest level bookstore owners in Stratford. His name was Bill. And he was a good man. He did not even check my ID. After all that work.

So, for a time, we lazed about in the bar. Blake had some rum and cokes, while Liam and I had screwdrivers; Liam gently sipping while I ravenously consumed. But, I had not had a drink in a while, and I needed something to take the edge off my week which was packed with assignments. On the large projection TV, we sat and laughed at the Daily Show, and the first half of the Colbert Report. Liam checked out a girl’s blue panties while I braved the atrocity that was the restroom. The mirror was either caked with mud or vomit. I’m assuming the latter, but in order to use the sink for a time, I convinced myself of the former.

When we’d finally had enough, we paid the bill (with a good tip) and embarked on a long journey home. We struggled to get my bike through the Davis Centre. After we got back to my place, we all sat about and talked. Interesting topics. We talked about Carl. Sex, lies, and videotape. All that sort of thing. I retold my ”house mom” story. Everyone had a good laugh. Blake almost broke my chair.

And after everyone went home, I tirelessly worked to finish Calculus, eventually walking over to the Math Building to hand it in at 3 AM.

So there you have it. The story is over.

Have a good life.

Just finished reading up Frank Miller’s take on the Dark Knight when he is an old fogey. And I must say that I was impressed. It had a really gritty story that involved the further decay of Gotham as Bruce Wayne is pushing fifty and has long since retired Batman. The story featured classic villains like Harvey Dent (Two Face) and The Joker. Moreover, the story introduced a new Robin (a girl!), and - for the fun of it - included Selina Kyle (Catwoman) and Superman.

The story was absolutely fantastic, as it depicted the slow destruction of Gotham City, and an inevitable conflict between Batman and Superman (due to their varying methods of “upholding justice”). All in all, I was terribly impressed, and because of reading this story, I am now feeling the surge of interest that I got from comic books in the days of old.

Yes, those were better times. When I first inherited an old and musty stack of Uncanny X-Men comics from my cousins. And later, as I frequented the Book Vault to pick up issues of Spiderman so that I could collect the entirety of the Maximum Carnage series. I also bought the first issue of “The Green Goblin”, which was - unfortunately - discontinued. Now, I’m on a quest for the following:

Batman: Year One Batman: Year Two Batman: The Killing Joke Kingdom Come Ultimate Spider-Man Vol. 1 - 7

Go Comics. I’ve seen most of these at the Book Vault, so I’m going to pick them up when I can spare the time and money. I’ll most likely start with Spider-Man, since I’ve already gotten a bit of my Batman fix for now.

After all, Batman and Spider-Man are the greatest superheroes. I find it interesting that they are among the few in their respective universes who do not regularly receive public approval. Batman is often hated by the people of Gotham, and Spider-Man is constantly hated by the people of New York. On the other hand, people like Superman and Wonder Woman are seen as symbols of patriotism and democracy, while teams like The Avengers receive government support.

Another thing I admire about Batman is the fact that he doesn’t really have powers. He fights for what’s right and he does it with the physical powers that any of us could have (although, I admit, he has a lot of gadgets that regular people don’t). Spider-Man, while possessing super powers, has the misforture of working alone AND he is constantly enslaved by his conscience.

Drat. Supper. End Post.

This is just a quick post and a general query of sorts to all of my friends out in the realm of bloggers. I’ve begun acquiring a lot of movies, television shows, games, and other such things to fill the space on my new hard drive. Currently, I’m looking for some computer games to fill the void. I was wondering if anyone could burn me a copy of Starcraft, or send me the files in some way. I know Starcraft pre-dates a lot of intelligent CD protection, so you can really just copy and reburn the files. I have a CD key for installation, so I’ll be okay in that department.

Also, I’d like to know if anyone still wants to do those Starcraft games? I also have Age of Mythology from Caleb, and we can spread that around for some network games. Who is with me?

Ugh. This morning was terrible.

I was in the washroom when the cleaning lady started cleaning. Being trapped in the toilet stall while she practically hosed down the urinal and other stall, which spilled all over the floor, soaking my pants. So, I walk out of the stall with soaking wet pants, and then she leans back into the bathroom saying, “You should be careful. The floor is wet. I just washed it.”

And boy was I pissed. But I held my tongue, washed my hands, and left the restroom.

Evil cleaning lady.