I’d break a bottle of wine on it to commemorate this occasion, but I still haven’t gotten all the glass out of my keyboard from the last time.

Welcome to my new blog! Pretty, isn’t it? The image above is just the default header, and I intend to replace it with something else, so enjoy the scenery while it lasts.

If you’re reading this, you’ve probably migrated over from my previous blog. This one will be a lot like that one, except I’ll be breaking my rants up into smaller pieces, thus allowing me to update more frequently (I hope). I might also be adding a touch (just a touch!) more sophistication to my writing. (In other words I might use the word “fuck” slightly less often. But only slightly.)

Since my last dip in the Xanga pool, I have of course moved out into the wild and completed my first term at the University of Waterloo with a… well, satisfactory grade. I’ve also been employed as a “Residence Computer Consultant” here on campus.

Now, the job’s not as impressive as that makes it sound. Basically, I’m a low-level tech guy who goes around troubleshooting people’s connectivity issues with ResNet. I’d like to say I have hilarious tales of phone cables plugged into ethernet ports and the like, but all the users I’ve dealt with so far have been disappointingly rational. It’s as if you have to be at least a little intelligent to go to university or something.

Now, toward the beginning of the term, there was some tension between a small contingent of ducks and I when a particularly stubborn group contested my place in the animal hierarchy by blocking the pathway to my building and refusing to move (If you think losing a battle of wills to a human being sucks, try losing one to a source of debatably agreeable poultry). Luckily, the winter has driven those terrors out. No longer do they haunt me in the night, mocking what I fear is the fragile core of my exposed soul, their maniacal laughs piercing the cold air: “WAAAAAAHwahwahwahwah!”

Yes, all is much better now indeed. Much, much better. The rest of my adventures, if they can be called that, I’ll leave for another time. For now though, I bid thee adieu.