ebbomega's Journal: Everybody, Lie down on the floor and keep calm.

Today was a day of lessons.

My day began by popping in the second disc of Moulin Rouge that I rented so my parents (mostly my mother) could see it, and finding a third easter-egg I never saw before that... It's basically Baz Luhrman [sic?] explaining to the Narcoleptic Argentinian what his motivation is behind the Roxanne Tango. Then I got to see the entire un-story-driven dance sequence for that number.

Lesson 1) Sting fucking Rules. Narcoleptic Argentinians and Ewan MacGregor fucking Rule when they're singing a duet surrounding Sting's music.

So, after playing around with the plentiful features on the second disc of the Moulin Rouge DVD, I get ready and hop down to the ferries, and get to hear some good old-style FM tunes that I adore as much as my mother does, although her adoration is moreso for nostalgia's sake than anything else. Take a Walk on the Wild Side is one of her favorite songs from back before I had even ovulated and she was still working at a Radio station in Montreal. I think I inherited her love for it or something.

Lesson 2) My mother has awesome taste in music. Heck, she even liked the crazy techno-y Fatboy Slim Can-Can in Moulin Rouge.

So, my ferry ride over consisted of me thumbing through the pages of the Illuminatus! Trilogy, which prompted a series of KLF songs to get stuck in my head. Especially when they started talking about the JAMs.

Lesson 3) KLF makes a lot more sense after reading even a hundred or so pages into the Illuminatus! Trilogy.

So I hop off the ferry, end up on a cramped Sardine Can/Bus. Rather than do the traditionally annoying feat of staying standing till we hit that mall in North Van so that people can get off and I can sit down, I sit down on the floor on top of my bag and continue reading about the JAMs. A person thoroughly reminding me of Jeff/"Dr. Doom"/Chris(Ninjaboy)'s hetero life-mate makes a semi-humorous comment reminiscent of something Jeff would say musing over my prior seating arrangement once I sit down beside him in an actual seat.

Lesson 4) After you've met a critical mass of people in this city, it seems like you've met most of the people in this city.

So on continues my voyage on to the skytrain, in which I proceed towards school so I can work on my CMPT 250 assignment in the quiet of the Linux lab. On the skytrain, about 25 feet away from the typical stop-point (just far enough so that I'm next to the platform, but one end of the train sticks out so the doors cannot open) of Sperling station, the train stops abruptly because some guy jumped on the tracks to avoid getting a ticket for not having a fare or something like this. I shrug this off and enjoy a short 5-second moment of entertainment as we watch the guy rushing through the middle partition separating us from the other track, and skycops running after him with flashlights. The amusement continues as he rushes up the skytrain westward towards Brentwood. Pretty stupid if you ask me, because if he went the other way, he'd only need to go about 100 metres before he was at ground level and as such could then cross Lougheed Highway and disappear into the woods where the Skycops would never find him again, and thus he would be free and clear... of course, until they positively ID him. But boy was I happy to have my bag with me, because...

Lesson 5) When on a skytrain, always have a book or something to keep you company in case the skytrain stops/breaks down/gets involved in international conspiracy and needs to be "delayed" for some reason or another.

By Minute 15, I became convinced that the guy running from the skycops was actually an ex-assassin for the Illuminati and was running from the cops who were acting under orders from above, and he knew they were about to disembowel him and he needed to catch up with the JAMs and save his soul before he would end up an "example" in Mad Dog County Jail. Either that or Fernando Poo is acting up again. In any case, best not to look directly at his face for fear of your life. Doesn't matter anyways, since he's probably been pushed off the tracks by now... ("He fell... Honest!")

By Minute 30, I realize that the cute couple over in the corner are actually prime Operatives for the JAMs and that these doors aren't opening any time soon until they are somehow destroyed "accidentally" and it pushes me that it might be a good idea to get off the train before that happens, but I think I'm alright as long as this Mason sitting next to me stays on, unless she's willing to die for the better cause or something like that. Thankfully, we're all saved at the zero hour by some 10-year-old kids who think it might be really "cool" to unlock the doors and open them up, giving the JAMs free reign to leave whenever they want, and thus the message comes up over the speakers at that exact moment that the "incident" has been Resolved/Pushed off the tracks/Shot in the head between the eyes for good measure, and we will be moving "shortly".

Lesson 6) When trapped in an unopening skytrain car with a few dozen people for the better part of an hour, the Illuminatus! Trilogy is _NOT_ the best book to be reading.

I switch reading materials from this mindfuck of consciousness and proceed to do my CMPT 250 homework on the train. No big problem there. Then I start munching on the chips and Barq's I happen to have sitting in my bag (Yay me!) and gaping at how incredibly simple this assignment is (A 2 to 1 MUX???? WTF? Didn't I do these two months ago? Heck, didn't I do these two semesters ago?)