I really want to see Zombieland

Lately, I've been thinking about how you can get to do things that you want to do. Sorry, that's vague, but I have been on 3 hours a sleep a night for the last 3 days so there you go.

On a whim, I wrote a play this summer, and I just found out it got selected for competition for the U of T Drama Festival in February. My immediate reaction was "this is awesome!" but, of course, the cynical/pessimistic/humble(?) version of myself was already coming up with reasons as to why it got selected.

I didn't think it was spectacular... it was fun to write, for sure, and I liked the premise, but I didn't really do any planning for it, and I kind of just started writing and it took it's own course. I feel like writing this way equates to a result with no overarching theme, no overall message, etc. Essentially, it's just two characters with 45 pages or so of "interesting" and "quirky" dialogue. (The synopsis in 8 words: "Waiting for Godot but Godot is a zombie.")

My cynical self is convinced that the reason "Waiting for Zobo" got selected is because no one else submitted a play. (Or that the premise is just gimmicky and about zombies, and they needed a "weird" play, but that's not the point).

Here is my point: I think at this stage in our lives, we're fortunate enough that if we want to do something, we'll be able to do it, as long as you put enough effort into getting to do it.

Aka: success is proportional to the amount of effort and determination and drive.

(While not true for everything, it seems to be the overriding rule in my life)

I feel like this only happens in the smaller bubbles of life, like university, or young adulthood.

In the real world, talent and ability plays a much much bigger role, because in the real world there are simply a much larger number of people competing for what you're doing.

(For example, the act of simply writing a play is probably good enough for in university for it to be produced, but in the real world, it has to be good and smart and clever and well-thought out and amazing)

I think right now, we're still able to get by with little talent and a lot of determination, and I'm going to be thankful for that, because it's going to change in a few years and one day and we'll all be old and upset that we were never good enough to do what we actually wanted to do in life, and will look back on these days because that we got to do it anyways, because we chose to and we could.

Something tells me it was not a top seller

From its Wikipedia page:

Training Day: The Soundtrack is the soundtrack to the 2001 crime film, Training Day. It was released on September 11, 2001

Thank you, Random Article button, for explaining things to me that I never thought would need explaining.

Sometimes, You Can Hear God Laughing

Pigeons, by and large, seem to be reactionary creatures. "Oh look, someone's coming, let's fly away en masse!" "Oh, there's a statue, let's all go sit on it and poo!" - At least, that's what I thought.

To quote George Costanza, "We had a deal" with the pigeons. They get out of our way, we turn the other cheek when they poop on Abe Lincoln. The Pigeons in Parc Jeanne-Mance seem to have missed this class in Municipal Co-habitation. Traversing the torn-up, muddy field that separates avenues Duluth and Rachel the other morning, my path was blocked by our avian friends, mulling their days no doubt, waiting for something exciting to eat or poo on. And then I came along.

Pigeons to the left of me, Pigeons to the right of me, I was sure any second now I would be surrounded by flapping wings and nervous cooing. Nobody moved a muscle. The birds were a mosaic on the ground, still as could be. I carefully tiptoed around them. I looked back a moment later, and the birds had cleared a perfect path, about a yard wide, through their flock, just begging to be walked through, taunting me. That was the way it should have been in the first place - my path cleared.

As I often do when confused, I looked skyward to the west. I saw La Croix, and I could almost feel God laughing at me. You win this round, natural universe.

A Return to the Wacky, Weird, Wild World

Because it has been a while since we highlighted a perhaps under-reported amazing news story,
I bring you this.


Can you imagine anything like this happening, to anybody, ever?

"We remember dear Bob...."

"I'm right here"

"I can almost hear him!"

"No, I'm actually right here!

"WHHUAUUAAA?!?"

Or, at the church:

Priest: If Anyone has any reason these two should not be wed, speak now, or forever hold your peace
Bob (bursting through the door): I'M ALIVE! STOP THE FUNERAL!
Priest: Glad to hear it, but the funeral is next door.

What I call well-timed procrastination

Taken from his Wikipedia page:

On November 1, 2009, Abdullah decided to quit the runoff election that would have taken place six days later, on November 7.^[2] He did, however, win the secondary "Guy With The Coolest Name In The Whole Damn World" competition. ^{[citation needed]}

But then I refreshed, and it disappeared forever.

LEST WE FORGET.