Caesar: The Ides of March are come.
Soothsayer: Aye, Caesar, but not gone.
So, it’s been 2054 years since the old fellow died. Too bad.
Today, I passed 500 tweets, inherited an essay assignment for Modern Latin America that I have 3 days left to write, wrote a new song instead of doing a mound of homework, and soon I will be going to yet another free movie at Empire. Succesful, no?
The more animated experiences of the day include witnessing a flock of crows and one seagull chasing after a car [which may or may not have been driven by Nicola McNevin, for those of you who remember her] out of the SMU car park and down Inglis St.
Also, as a backstory for the next one, there was a time while returning home on the 80, what turned out to be a pretty crazy guy got on and sat next to me. I had my guitar, and he started to ask me about it. Then went on to tell me that he had a Fender something-or-other knock off, that he won at the Kiss concert in the summer, had it signed by Gene Simmons, etc. He claimed that once at the Halifax airport, while waiting for a flight, playing his guitar [Tears In Heaven, Layla, etc.] an older guy came up to him and they talked and played for a while. This guy was supposedly Eric Clapton, making a connection in Hali from Toronto to London. Bull. Shit. This guy talked to me about his band and guitars for the 40 minutes it took to get to Sackville. I could not wait to get off that bus.
So, today, on the 80, this same guy got on. It so happens that I was sitting next to a guy who was carrying a bass. Straight away, I thought FML. This can’t be happening again. Insanely awkward for me in that moment. He gave the bass player a nod, and another, and another. I couldn’t see his face, being next to him, so I just assumed he didn’t acknowledge. If he had, I would have had to move. But instead he started talking to a girl standing in the aisle about her iPod, how the next Apple invention is going to be an iPod remote, and then an iPod watch, which is also a phone. He knew this because he knew where Apple was planning to put its new headquarters building…or something.“You know what started all of this? James Bond!”
Soon after, I could tell this girl was plainly ignoring the guy, yet he kept talking to her off and on for about 15 minutes longer; at that time, she got off. He proceeded to shut up the rest of the way.
That’s my great story for the day. Might put up a song later.