Late night drive home with Jim, Freddie and Bob

"Gutta cavat lapidem non vi, sed saepe cadendo" So, it's late and I should be in bed, but I just felt like writing for a bit. Baked for most of the day today. Had to bring the car to the garage in the morning to get something fixed, but that wnet fine, brought Allegra for a walk there at the end of the day when we had to pick it up and the value of good quality time with your Dog can never be overestimated. Baking went well though (for once), made a good amount of stuff and bought cookie tins. It was also really really relaxing. Then work tonight, which, although fun was a mess. It was quiet all night, but I was working with Sean, who, although he's cool and all, breaks a lot of the rules and isn't the best closer, so go figure we got out of there late-ish. Though it was an odd night. Lots of pretentious west-island idiots that I can't stand, lots of pretentious mini-thugs (thuginis?) walking around and talking on their cell phones for hours in the store as if someone was getting whacked or something big was going down, oh the small time mobsters, how I do adore their patheticity. Came across an interesting book while I was rooting around my closet today, one of those things I was reading when I wasn't really a kid anymore but not a "teenager" yet, kinda embarassing, but interesting nonetheless. I had to laugh at a ricockulous example though where there's this little myth about a badger who works in a pharmacy and keeps seeing these really cute rabbit girls walk in, he flirts with them, but can never get up the self-confidence to ask them for their numbers and he rants about this for a while in little blurbs in this book. I.E. "She was cute, look at the bouncyness of her delicate ears and the bushyness of her tail. Why can't I just tell one of these ones I like them, even if it's not the be all and end all, why do I just let them come and go, bounce, bounce, bounce.... " and so on.... yes, i did read weird things, i do read weird things, i am weird things. Was talking on MSN to Jen earlier too and she brought up some stuff that i had totally forgotten about, Re: The whole Britt situation way back when. One of her friends knows Dzido pretty well so she was asking me how I knew Britt and if we ever dated. Anyhey, one thing led to another and I realized a few things. Yeah, I was childish then, and probably still am now a bit. I mean giving someone a poem with flowers and a song and having them all thematically linked, making the title of the song something that tied everything together that you went to the trouble to look up in ancient greek, yeah, ok, a bit creepy.... But at the same time, the whole thing with her and Kevin, her boyfriend at the time, was interesting to consider. I still remember the night when he came to the play and we walked out and she wnet to talk to him and had to ignore me for a while... the biggest irony was, he only came once out of 3 weeks of runs and never once got her flowers (which is so customary to do ti's dead obvious). But of course, I mean it ties into the whole paradox of why girls like the assholes, it's the Mr. Darcy thing. I mean women want to complain that men have held them in impossible standards for centuries wanting both the Virgin image and the Whore/Seductress image (mary and eve), but I'd argue the SAME is true about women's expectations for men. Why do girls like Mr. Darcy? Well, simple. He's that paradox, he's both the sweet, nice, caring guy, but also the badass. Le sigh. It's more than a power struggle thing of course, but that's definitely a part of it. If men have wanted women for centuries to be Marie-eve's then women for centuries have wanted men to be Orpheus/Achilles - the asshole who is really a sweet poet deep down. Is that even possible? I mean I guess you could argue that Beatrice is really the Mary/Eve one, but even at that, her role as seductress is almost not present if at all... I guess if the female sex can prove to me that the mary/eve girl is possible, and is to be expected, then I'll stop whining about their contradictory expectation. Then again, I should just stop whining so much, but anyways, venting feels wonderful :) Ta-a.