h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Well what to talk about....hmmm... I've been reading some others on-line here and on another site that I lurk about. There are some interesting people inhabiting this world.
I think that this will just be a stream of rambling thoughts. I'll try and to think of something topical for later entries.
My friend Bob came by to visit. That may not seem like much, but he's coming from Calgary Alberta to Moncton New Brunswick, not just to visit me, though. As much as I'd like to think that it's because of me he is showing up here it's not, really. The Canadian Chess Champion Tournement is being held in Sackville NB and I'm on his way there. Still it's nice of him to stop by and visit. He brought treats for us. Yeah!! Ramna 1/2 for Kate and fresh (as you can get after a 12 hour plan ride) springrolls for me. It's a good treat because I sometimes crave them and there is no place here that makes them the same way.
I learned something, though. Although the rolls were mighty tastey, they didn't seem to taste as good as I thought they were going to. I had been wanting some since I moved here. Could this be because I was imagining them better tasting then they really were? Was memory and desire making me somehow exaggerate how scrumious they were?
Off that topic and onto another one.
I'm starting to re-build myself. This probably isn't the proper sort of way of doing it, but hey, I should start making some of my own rules. It's hard. And it's a bit lonely. But what do you do when the person that you are confident that you are going to spend if not the rest of your life together, at least a majority of you time with, decides that they are no longer in love with you? Other than spend some time in a well deserving pit of self pity... (gosh, it's lonely at the top ) In my case you do.
Ha!! Thought there was going to be some sort of epiphany here didn't you! Nope. I'm still wallowing in self pity. Oh don't worry I'll get over it. Everyone does. I'm sure that in a year or so I'll look back on this and exclaim "Why, what a blathering idiot I was!" and really hope that no one has read this.
Rambling topic 2
I was cruising through the on line researchers when I happened apon a strange conversation. That's still a bit unnerving for me. To follow along a thread just to see where it ends. It's rather like going to a cafe or something and purposly listening in on a neighbouring conversation. Anyway this particular one was carried on in a language that reminded me of Clockwork Orange. Not that I'm an expert, because I'm sure that I even spelled it wrong, but it was weird. I was getting the gist of the thread. I kept getting mental pictures of the people talking. I was seeing a couple of "kids", teenagers, but the type that were still unidentifiable as to their exact age. The girl would have been wearing some sort of black peusdoleather jacket with stripped leggings, a sweater that was a bit too big and big black boots. I'm sure her hair would have been a cool popsicle shade of purple and at least a couple of tattoos showing.
The boy would be basically the male equivalent. Only maybe smoking or playing with a knife.
I have no idea who there were or what their names were. But it was an interesting dialogue.

Yes, you're right I need to get a life