:: Silent Agreement ::

Seth: What are you doing? 

Evan: Drilling holes.... there's two weeks left of school, fuck it.

- Superbad

Today is my last day of work before two weeks of vacation. Tomorrow, I leave for Disneyland. Needless to say, I am not working very hard today. I mean, I don't really have to – I did a bunch of work ahead of time to help out those filling my shoes in my absence, and there is no point in starting anything new because, well, there is less than two hours left in the workday, so what's the point? If I start something new and it doesn't get done by 5 p.m., then what? 

I realize this, and so does, I think, my boss. He often has a bad habit of assigning us tasks – even menial, quick ones - at like 4:52 p.m. I don't even think he does it on purpose, but today, for me, there has been none of these type of assignments since lunch. Instead, other colleagues are getting them put on their desks instead.

Because let's face it, if he gave it to me, it's not going to get done. Nobody even has to say anything.

He knows it. I know it. 

Now, let's just sit silently at our desks until the clock runs out.

:: Notes, quotes, and sinking boats ::

A two-parter...
"Hey Nick, watch this," Paterson, as he pulled out a 9-iron in his living room, and attempted to hit a foam football at Paul, who was playing Guitar Hero.

"The thing about wall mud is, it's the kind of thing you want to use when you're drunk." - Paterson, fixing the huge hole he put in his wall, when his 9-iron missed the football and connected with something else.

"I haven't seen a cleanup effort take this long since the Katrina disaster." - Scott, watching Chris, Jenna, Sean and Rachel clean up breakfast dishes one morning, while rafting. One of my favourite quotes of the whole summer.

"I do my women like I play my video games - zero armour, guns blazin'." - Paterson again.

A good ol' fashion blog post, by gar it's been awhile.

Well, after more than a month, you'd think I'd have more to say, but really, I just wanted to post those above quotes because I thought they were pretty awesome. The summer is slowing wrapping up - funtastic is long over, camping at Hick's came and went, and rafting too, is gone for another year. And the thing that each had in common? It rained during every single fucking one of them. I swear to God this was the worst summer weather-wise I can remember. Just brutal. And now it's over, and we can get used to 7 months of rain. Hooray!

All in all though, rain aside, the summer was much like previous ones - drinking, camping, playing softball...the usual. No complaints from me really. Rafting was pretty damn solid again this year, including copius use of a makeshift beer bong - made out of duct tape, a 2-liter bottle, and a broken paddle - and Sean and Rachel getting a hole in their boat, which caused an hour delay, but gave us more drinking time.

And I still have one more event on the horizon - Bowen Island MeatFest/golf tournament, in mid-september. Should be good.

And speaking of events, I'm gone this week if anybody cares - two days in Seattle with my dad, to watch some Mariners games, followed by two days in Wells Gray Park, where I'm going to say hi to my grandparents, and golf for free, and then another nigh in the 'loops, where I shall try to assemble a drinking team for the evening. Then it's back to work, with no more significant time off until Mexico, in late October.

It can't come soon enough. And it better not fucking rain.