Nostalgia

I saw the new Wallace and Gromit movie yesterday and it was hilarious. It only goes to show you that in spite of everything, base humour like a naked man wearing a box that says "may contain nuts" never gets old.

I seem to remember us having some sort of plans that involved going away this weekend, because it's Thanksgiving and that's usually what we do. However, since the teachers's strike has left my father, for all intents and purposes, unemployed because he will not cross the picket lines and consequently won't get paid, we're staying put this year.

Suddenly we found ourselves sitting around with nothing to do. What better time then to look at old pictures? We spent a lot of time laughing at each other's bad hair or bad clothes or the strange stuff that we managed to catch on camera.

So we walked down to the video rental place, singing songs because neither of us give a fuck about what the people in this shithole neighbourhood thought about us. And we kept forgetting all the words to the songs, so I don't think that we managed to actually finish one from start to finish.

Ryan was there again today. I think he must live there, somewhere behind the scenes, maybe in the little closet in the back where they keep all those adult films that we're not supposed to watch. He's always so pleasant. "Ryan," we said, "Triplets of Bellville is never here, and that bothers us." He checked the system and figured out that it had been stolen a while ago and no one had bothered to tell us. We sighed and left.