On Wednesday, for the first time in my life, I started keeping a daily journal.

I guess you could consider this blog a form of journal but I think it’s quite different, at least in content.

I started writing a journal the old fashioned way: pen and paper. It’s actually in a sweet, sweet fake-leather bound book that my mom gave me for my birthday. At the time I was thinking “what you doin’? what am I supposed to do with this?” but time has proven me wrong.

Not to be confused with a diary, I’ve been writing more about things I’d like to accomplish, things I did accomplish, ideas I’ve had, and writing down thoughts on various things.

I’m a techie to the core and yet ironically it seems much easier to keep a journal on paper. I think it has to do with worth. I guess I feel there’s more worth to something tangible, something that I can hold in my hand, and probably sometime in the far future something that can be found and read. Contrast that to a text file that can be constantly revised, that gets buried and lost deep in a bunch of digital folders. It feels good to be creating such worth.

Unlike this blog, I also find the flow from my thoughts to the paper much less restricted. I find it interesting that as much as my perfectionism holds me back from writing something on this blog, it doesn’t interfere at all when it comes to writing trivial thoughts in the journal. I attribute that to the fact that while the blog is public for the world to judge, the journal really isn’t up on display so I’m not concerned with it being “perfect.”

I’m hoping that by keeping this journal it will let me organize my thoughts better, help me reflect on things, and ultimately keep me focused on my goals.

Maybe it will help me write more blog posts as well.

A month or so ago I was lucky enough to meet the recently-crowned Miss Universe Riyo Mori.

No really, I did. It’s the Japanese connections obviously.

Anyway, she was over at my house back in Belleville and she was visiting some of her friends there since she hadn’t been back to Belleville since winning Miss Universe. She and her friends hung out at my house acting like any other high school girls would when their friend wins Miss Universe. You know, standard stuff. Lots of screaming and happy dances and hugs ensued. Oh and lots of pictures of course.

So what did I get from this experience? It’s kind of a big deal to win Miss Universe. I think. Oh and Riyo’s totally down to earth. She’s not some crazy celebrity type. Not yet at least. Hopefully she stays cool.

Back in 1989 David Hasselhoff did a song released only in like Germany, and it was called Pingu Dance

Pingu is so awesome

I forgot how awesome they are

Okay, I’ve come out of hiding to discuss my displeasure for David Beckham joining almost basement team the L.A. Galaxy…seriously…WTF?

He should have at least joined a better team somewhere else…but hey! his wife IS Posh Spice…I just fear that he’ll get too entwined in the Hollywood lifestyle that he’ll become a useless tool. Anyways, I wouldn’t mind seeing him play in Canada against Toronto FC, that would be pretty awesome. But still, I’d rather have him playing at Real Madrid for a few more seasons before making the leap. Instead of playing along the likes of Raul, Cannavaro and Van Nistelrooy at Madrid…he’ll be connecting passes with Donovan, Jones, and Xavier in LA…I’d take the former over the latter any day of the week.
I hope he does well, I really do, there’s just something about the MLS that just doesn’t appeal to me…only when a team came to Toronto was when I kinda started caring.

Now with David Beckham’s final game with Madrid, finally winning the Spanish League title, I was really happy, but later on when I heard that Tom Cruise and his wife Katie Holmes were there cheering him on…the first thing that came to my mind was “What the fuck are they doing there?”

I don’t think Tom and Katie give a flying fuck about European Football, nor do I think that they care about Real Madrid winning their first Spanish League Title in four years, ending their worst title-less run in over 50 years.

Now I think Cruise is a great actor, but every time he is out in public doing whatever I immediately get suspicious, all because he is a Scientologist…I know, my uneasiness about Scientology may be exaggerated…or not, but there is a lot of “hush, hush” stuff about them that just gives me the creeps.
Anyways, With two of Scientology’s most famous faces attending a Real Madrid game to support David Beckham got me worried that they are trying to recruit him into their “religion”. The worlds most recognizable face and the international marketing force that is David Beckham, joining Scientology would give the the “religion” more international appeal, and possibly expand to other major markets around the world. Its like how Lisa Marie Presley was asked to divorce her husband in order to marry Michael Jackson, so that they could convert him to Scientology in order to appeal more to young people. (She said this in an interview a little while ago, I think it was on TV) This was just before Jackson was accused of Child Molestation, so their plan was ruined.

If Beckham is successful in MLS then it will no doubt, bring in many more international football stars from major clubs across Europe, and maybe then I’ll get more involved in the MLS.
And if David Beckham does join Scientology with his wife (who will probably encourage him to), then I will stop supporting him and speak poorly of him.
Others reasons are…
A) He’s a Bitch to his wife B) I don’t need to buy Adidas boots coupled with David Beckham warnings to get my Thetans checked. and C) I don’t want to “Bend it Like Xenu”

So word of advice for David…Stay away from Science Fiction, it will lead to your downfall.

It rained today in the city of Ottawa. Rained down like the corruption that pervades this whorish city. When you’ve been a private dick for this long, its hard not to take a cynical view of everything. On the outside, this city seems like it’s all talk. She’s pretty enough on the outside, and draws strangers in. But at the heart of things, at the core, lies a decaying world of thugs and underlords; like an apple rotting from the inside out. Nothing is what it seems here. Take this case for example.

I was busy having a staring contest with the phone one fall morning, when Beulah let me know that we had a visitor. In walks this dame who looks like she’s full of pain; too much pain for a woman in her early 20s to take. You can always tell it from the eyes. Skin lies, but the eyes age by experience, not through time.

Still, I had to try really hard to feign disinterest. She had a free flowing bob of red hair, piercing blue eyes, and gams that seemed to go on forever. But the scowl on her face where her smile should have been told me not to try my luck. This broad was 10 miles of trouble on a 2 mile street. But those getaway sticks! And those eyes. A schmuck could get lost trying to find his way back out of those, and in this business you need a quick wits and even quicker reflexes. I could tell already that this case would be trouble. But at the time, I didn’t know how much.