So it would seem that I may have been neglecting my site over the past while. As such, I have decided it was time for a change around here, much like the ones that have taken place in my real life.
Since my last post, I have moved on from the world of lumberyard shipping. It was all a bit of a farce really, as I was let go because someone else built a load wrong. But you know what? I’m quite fine with that. The stress that the job was creating (I wold be scheduled from 6AM to 2:30 PM, but would be at work at 5:15 AM, often work through my lunch and leave work at 3:00 or later, then have my cell phone ring constantly right up until I went to bed) made the job less than enjoyable. I was the scapegoat for whenever anything went wrong in the yard… it was supposedly *my* responsibility, yet I was not actually given a promotion or pay raise to match the added demands. I think I’m much better off where I am now. Sure, the hours can be a little erratic, but the pay is much better, and being able to do work for the Film Industry is an awesome perk. It really says something when a National TV Show will send out a message that *you* are the one who moves their planes.

Scott White (@NightStormDraco) moves our #ArcticAir planes + posts some excellent pictures like this: pic.twitter.com/hygwl2yZ3w Check them out!

— Arctic Air (@CBCArcticAir) October 24, 2013

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July 31st, 1978… 33 years ago, my best friend entered the World.  It would be another 5 years before I actually met him and got to know him, but what followed was a good solid decade of friendship.  We had done so many things, that I could not possibly begin to recount it all now.  From nanaimo bars and sugar cookies at the bakery next to his parents store (he lived upstairs), to pretending that we were going to turn his Dad’s large cube van into a rocket, to using his Commodore 64 to code a laser so we could shock (he often referred to it as “zap”) his sister Kajsa (yeah, we were a little strange).  There were movies in Victoria, swimming at the Hotel (Marco Polo was a lot easier for us to win when we could team up and both see underwater), apple fights with the teenagers who lived behind his grandparents house, hockey games in the living room, and even a dart game that resulted in me being hit in the head by one.  We both had an obsession with He-Man (it was 1986, leave me alone), music, and computers.  He also had a small crush on my sister at the time, which was cool because he was already like my brother so what could go wrong from that?  Heh… memory flashback.  We (Kjell, myself, my sister Natalie, and her boyfriend at the time) had gone to a movie in Victoria… we were originally going to see King Kong Lives, but because Kjell and I were not yet old enough, we had to go see a different movie instead (Nat and her bf still went to King Kong, I believe).  After the movie, there was a race to the bus stop… if Kjell beat me, Natalie would give him a kiss.  Of course, I let him run ahead, and got to watch him blush as Natalie gave him a kiss on the cheek.  Stupid memory, but it’s the small ones that meant nothing at the time, that mean so much to me now. (more…)

Today, history will be made.  One way or another.
That phrase is being tossed around a lot lately.  Yes, it would be historic for the Canucks to win the Stanley Cup.  They are certainly the team I am cheering for.
But this isn’t the first the the Canucks have been here.  Yes, it’s the first time that this team has been here… this forward line, defensive line, and this goalie… but the Canucks have been in Game 7 of the finals before.  In fact, they’ve even pushed it into overtime.  We’ve been here before.  But history does not always repeat itself.  Gods, and the Lord (Stanley) willing, this will be one of those cases. (more…)