<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569</id><updated>2011-12-30T17:30:55.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one thing i did today</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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i'm sorry, you guys. i thought i'd come back fresh and ready to go after my hiatus, but all the break did was reinforce that i'm just not as interested as i once was in keeping this thing going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you to everyone that read and/or commented over the last five years. if it weren't for you guys, i undoubtedly would've called a day a lot earlier than i did. knowing that people (including plenty who don't even know me!) were consistently reading and enjoying the site was really awesome, and i don't feel good at all about quitting on you here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT know that the fact i'm retiring the blog doesn't mean i'm retiring from the observational humour game in general. you can follow me on twitter at &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/jlukeadams"&gt;@jlukeadams&lt;/a&gt; or (for extremely infrequent sports observations) &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/Adams_Luke"&gt;@Adams_Luke&lt;/a&gt;. plus, there's that "random one thing i did today" button on the right sidebar that lets you revisit one of my 1700+ entries at random. so that's some consolation... right? are we cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks again everyone. stay positive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-1475632334059291268?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/1475632334059291268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=1475632334059291268&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/1475632334059291268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/1475632334059291268'/><link rel='alternate' 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trucks and police cars parked in the middle of the street. apparently there'd been a big gas leak two houses down. the fire department apparently got it under control, which was good because let me tell you, i would've been pretty annoyed if i'd come back to toronto early only to be right next door to some sort of explosion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-5024490798317632095?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/5024490798317632095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=5024490798317632095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/5024490798317632095'/><link 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conversation by declaring that it had been a "big boner" on my part. there was a long pause before my mom said, "i thought that word meant something else" and i awkwardly explained that i was referring to its "&lt;a href="http://superdickery.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;view=article&amp;catid=32:seduction-index&amp;id=303:batmans-boner"&gt;traditional&lt;/a&gt;" meaning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-6535597928940041817?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/6535597928940041817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=6535597928940041817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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friend's dad's place to watch the first game of the alcs with the two of them. he lived in an apartment building, one that required me to buzz up to be let in. this process always make me a little anxious. what if i key in the wrong buzzer number? what if the exchange over the little microphone doesn't go smoothly? what if the buzzer number is different than the apartment number? in this case, my anxiety was totally warranted -- when i buzzed up, a voice answered, "[muffled] headquarters." thinking i'd somehow inadvertently buzzed "building headquarters" or the front lobby or something, i stumbled over my name before the door was unlocked. it wasn't until later that i found out it was my friend's dad, having jokingly identified his apartment as "detroit tigers headquarters."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-4263232055930886702?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-6690912523639150780</id><published>2011-10-12T00:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T00:11:00.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>friday october 7</title><content type='html'>today i turned down my coworkers' lunch invitation. five of them were checking out a chinese place down the street, and while i initially declined because i was feeling sick, by the time noon rolled around, i wasn't feeling too bad. at that point, i only continued to decline the invite because i'd become attached the idea of getting a solid 45 minutes of reading done over lunch. what a nerd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-9020995229722234425</id><published>2011-10-06T19:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T19:38:45.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesday october 5</title><content type='html'>today i had a friend share a story with me about the time she suffered a concussion at a strip club after getting kicked in the head by a stripper. we've known each other for five years and this somehow had never come up before. i have no idea why. it's probably the best thing she's ever told me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-9020995229722234425?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-6061353677051562631</id><published>2011-10-05T17:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T17:59:19.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesday october 4</title><content type='html'>today i had a lucille bluth moment ("how much could a banana cost? ten dollars?") when, like a nerd, i went to a bookstore to buy &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clash_of_kings"&gt;clash of kings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. having not actually bought a new book in maybe years, i was pleasantly surprised to see that it only cost $9.99. that's like a cent per page, you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-6061353677051562631?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-8941964770088242131</id><published>2011-10-04T21:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T22:23:32.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>monday october 3</title><content type='html'>today i went to puck 'n wings with a couple coworkers. one of the two only comes out occasionally for lunch, and after the leggy, attractive server took our order, he commented, "whoa, never seen HER here before." i helpfully told him that she only works mondays, then immediately realized that when she'd walked away from our table, she'd only gone about three feet behind me, and was standing there entering our orders into the computer. the only hope i have that she doesn't think a creep is that maybe, way up there, she couldn't hear me. seriously, she's like 7'8". her legs just don't end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-8941964770088242131?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/8941964770088242131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=8941964770088242131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/8941964770088242131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/8941964770088242131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/2011/10/monday-october-3.html' title='monday october 3'/><author><name>luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07858491799970101458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-755007019842780273</id><published>2011-10-03T19:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T19:09:04.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday october 2</title><content type='html'>today i was walking home from a friend's house after watching &lt;i&gt;breaking bad&lt;/i&gt;. as i walked along the sidewalk, i noticed a big black dog trotting along ahead of me. i was moving faster than he was, so i overtook him within 30 seconds or so, and then watched nervously as he trailed at my heels for about the next 20 feet, before taking off across the street. what are you supposed to do when you see a dog wandering the streets on his own? corral him and go door-to-door in search of his owner? pretend you don't see him? assume he knows what he's doing? ask him "hey where are your parents big guy"? the encounter made me feel anxious and guilty the rest of the way home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-755007019842780273?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/755007019842780273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=755007019842780273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/755007019842780273'/><link rel='self' 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store took me practically across the street from the dufferin grove party, i felt very strongly that i didn't want my clothes and bedroom to smell like smoke for the next three days. eventually, i decided to go, then attempted to avoid the side effects by standing as far away from the fire as i could without seeming weird about it. two hours later, i left very cold and, of course, smelling very much like smoke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-6338145772773483277?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/6338145772773483277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=6338145772773483277&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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take a break. it was gonna be an uphill battle to catch up on over a month's worth of entries, and i was already feeling guilty about having to flood your rss feeds with vague recollections from weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, after posting one thing i did for 1,705 straight days (more than four and a half years), i'm taking a little time off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be back and better than ever (actual daily updates!) on october 1st.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-5683252958002176367?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/5683252958002176367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=5683252958002176367&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link 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googled "what to put on a meatball sub."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-6300716580228997263?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/6300716580228997263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=6300716580228997263&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/6300716580228997263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/6300716580228997263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/2011/07/friday-july-15.html' title='friday july 15'/><author><name>luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07858491799970101458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-6920314297143840275</id><published>2011-07-21T22:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T22:06:11.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thursday july 14</title><content type='html'>today i received an excited text message from a friend about the fact that the blue jays' eight-run first inning even involved a "bonk." not knowing what the heck this meant, i ignored the text until much, much later, when i found out that it had been a hilarious misspelling of "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Balk"&gt;balk&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;div 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14'/><author><name>luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07858491799970101458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-3362540633525324921</id><published>2011-07-21T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T22:04:07.248-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesday july 13</title><content type='html'>today i was walking through the produce section of no frills when i heard a guy on the phone ask someone on the other end of the line exactly &lt;i&gt;how many&lt;/i&gt; berries he should buy: "telling me to get you a lot of berries is like telling a banker to give you a lot of cash," he said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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12'/><author><name>luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07858491799970101458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-4209699993682740329</id><published>2011-07-21T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T22:03:28.044-04:00</updated><title type='text'>monday july 11</title><content type='html'>today i was walking home along margueretta when an asian girl stopped me and asked, with some confusion, how to get to 468 margueretta. i could immediately see why she was confused: my section of the street ends at bloor, around 340 margueretta. it then continues north of bloor, but only after you walk a half-block east. i could have easily explained this to someone who spoke fluent english, but, sadly, this girl didn't. still, i did my best, with a lot of pointing and gesturing, and when she eventually thanked me and walked off toward her destination, i was at least 40% sure she'd make it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-4209699993682740329?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/4209699993682740329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=4209699993682740329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/4209699993682740329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MXC"&gt;mxc&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wipeout_%282008_U.S._game_show%29"&gt;&lt;i&gt;wipeout&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. while i felt a little weird watching adult commentators mock a bunch of children as they tumbled and fell (often in slow motion replay), i can't say i wasn't entertained.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-3312854232663736618?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/3312854232663736618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=3312854232663736618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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streetcar at about 2:30 am, on my way home. as i walked along college toward my street (margueretta), i noticed a guy on the opposite side of college, across from the margueretta intersection, getting ready to cross. while this wouldn't be a problem at, say, 6:00 pm, nothing is more uncomfortable than walking alongside the only other person on the street late at night. so i made a concerted effort to speed up, hitting margueretta well before this guy crossed the road, and getting a good lead on him. upon getting home, i'd been in the kitchen for about 30 seconds when my front door opened and someone came in. as it turns out, the guy i'd been working so hard to avoid in the street had been my roommate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-7459190488303760039?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-8058000145087610925</id><published>2011-07-09T09:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T09:43:08.844-04:00</updated><title type='text'>friday july 8</title><content type='html'>today i went to the blue jays box office to pick up tickets i'd ordered online for next weekend's series against the yankees. i handed over my credit card and photo id, and after a few clicks of the mouse and keyboard, the girl at the window handed me a pen and receipt to sign. upon signing, i had my cards returned and she passed me the tickets. this left me with a handful of &lt;i&gt;stuff&lt;/i&gt; to put away at once -- the cards into my wallet and then the tickets and wallet into two different pockets. in my struggle to do all this quickly, i didn't realize right away that i was still holding onto the pen that i'd used to sign. "can i get my pen back please?" she asked tersely, about a second after handing over the tickets. embarrassed, i apologized and passed it back through the window, thinking that her tone was a little unnecessary. i just needed a couple seconds to sort everything out, lady. did you actually think i was gonna walk away with your pen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-8058000145087610925?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/8058000145087610925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=8058000145087610925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/8058000145087610925'/><link 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later asked what day it was (wednesday or thursday). if she'd continued to pursue this line of questioning and asked what year it was, i would've pretty certain there was some sort of jennifer-garner-in-&lt;i&gt;13-going-on-30&lt;/i&gt; scenario at work here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-5533944233762481502?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/5533944233762481502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=5533944233762481502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/5533944233762481502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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repeat himself. he then proceeded to talk for 20 seconds about the trick to finding the "sweetest" bananas (it involves thickness). i thanked him and put my headphones back on, wondering if he shared that knowledge with someone in the fruit section every time he went grocery shopping, or if i just looked particularly indecisive choosing my bananas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-8983758546506729807?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/8983758546506729807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=8983758546506729807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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discoveries about the rogers centre while exploring various websites attempting to determine when and where to pick up will-call tickets. of the new things i learned, my favourite was finding out that there were windows at the jays' box office where you could leave tickets for friends to pick up later. could've used this at least a handful of times over the course of the 50+ games i've attended since the start of last season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-964131558085006946?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/964131558085006946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=964131558085006946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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i was working at my desk, minding my own business, when a middle-aged coworker passed by. she stopped outside my cubicle, walked in, put her arm around my shoulder and said "you're such a nice young man." as if this wasn't uncomfortable enough, she hung around for about 30 seconds, repeating at least four times what a nice young man i am, while i nervously laughed and said "thank you" a lot. it was weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-4434209125289599328?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/4434209125289599328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=4434209125289599328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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found it was so hot on my bare feet that i couldn't even stand on it for more than a few seconds. i'm a huge summer apologist, but this could be an issue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-7741249153471150218?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/7741249153471150218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=7741249153471150218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/7741249153471150218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/7741249153471150218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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sell us on the merits of camel meat, i pointed out that it "could be the hit of the party." we ended up walking away with six camel sliders. to be fair, if it wasn't the &lt;i&gt;hit&lt;/i&gt; of the evening's food options, it was at least the most-discussed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-7529887598187424360?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/7529887598187424360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=7529887598187424360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/7529887598187424360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/7529887598187424360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/2011/07/saturday-july-2.html' title='saturday july 2'/><author><name>luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07858491799970101458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-4477630742822805149</id><published>2011-07-05T01:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T01:45:00.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>friday july 1</title><content type='html'>today i sat in row 33 in the 500 level at the rogers centre. our seats had an obstructed view and were so high up that occasionally i forgot i was even at the game. it was the first time i'd sat that high since my uncle had taken me to a game in a jays' world series season (either '92 or '93) and we sat in about the same spot. on that day, he joked that if they closed the roof, we'd be left on the outside. it sorta felt that way again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-4477630742822805149?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/4477630742822805149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=4477630742822805149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/4477630742822805149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/4477630742822805149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/2011/07/friday-july-1.html' title='friday july 1'/><author><name>luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07858491799970101458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-3284317977231817761</id><published>2011-07-05T01:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T01:44:24.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thursday june 30</title><content type='html'>today i was hanging out with a friend at toby's. our bill came to about $23, and we each threw in a $20 bill, intending to get some change. when the server returned to our table, she put down a $10 bill and two toonies, and was fishing around for more change when i stopped her. as she walked away, we left one of the two toonies on our table, bringing the total tip to a pretty generous $5. of course, given that we'd given the tip in two parts - $3ish in the change that she hadn't given us and $2 in what we left on the table - it occurred to me as we walked out that, at that moment, we probably seemed pretty cheap both to her and to anyone who looked at the toonie on our table.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-3284317977231817761?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/3284317977231817761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=3284317977231817761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/3284317977231817761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/3284317977231817761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/2011/07/thursday-june-30.html' title='thursday june 30'/><author><name>luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07858491799970101458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-3132567626885121793</id><published>2011-07-05T01:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T01:43:42.265-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesday june 29</title><content type='html'>today i was sitting outside gate 10 of the rogers centre, waiting for a friend to meet me for the blue jays game, when i noticed another friend walk past. while we'd gone to the game together yesterday, he was with a different group of friends today -- a group i didn't know. as i watched, they settled in about 15 feet from me while they waited for the rest of their group to come and tickets to be picked up. i could've gone over and said hi, or even just called his name from where i was sitting. i was that close. instead, they eventually got everything sorted out and headed into the dome, while i continued to wait for my friend and felt super-creepy about having observed all that without saying anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-3132567626885121793?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/3132567626885121793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=3132567626885121793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/3132567626885121793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/3132567626885121793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/2011/07/wednesday-june-29.html' title='wednesday june 29'/><author><name>luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07858491799970101458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-2586336903391228273</id><published>2011-07-05T01:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T01:43:24.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesday june 28</title><content type='html'>today i ran into the same coworker on &lt;i&gt;three&lt;/i&gt; consecutive trips to bathroom. either our bathroom schedules were perfectly in sync or he was pretty much just hanging out there all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-7665786909408066317</id><published>2011-07-05T01:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T01:43:11.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>monday june 27</title><content type='html'>today i watched the &lt;i&gt;true blood&lt;/i&gt; season four premiere. after the opening "previously on..." sequence reminded me of all the season three ridiculousness, i paused the episode and strongly considered just cutting my losses and giving up on the show right there. i didn't. i hit play. it may have been the wrong call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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For a local beer that's 4.2% alcohol? c'mon guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-6456028017609095238?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/6456028017609095238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=6456028017609095238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/6456028017609095238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/6456028017609095238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/2011/07/sunday-june-26.html' title='sunday june 26'/><author><name>luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07858491799970101458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-4555624528169310203</id><published>2011-07-05T01:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T01:42:55.315-04:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday june 25</title><content type='html'>today i woke up a little on the early side and cracked my bedroom door open so i could hear the living room door. a friend was crashing on the couch in there, and my general rule is that when they open the door, that's when it's cool to go in and hang out. so when the door opened a bit later, i got up and went in to say hi. as it turned out though, she hadn't opened the door -- a cross-breeze coming from the open windows had forced it open. turns out that woke her up anyway though, so win-win!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-4555624528169310203?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/4555624528169310203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=4555624528169310203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/4555624528169310203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/4555624528169310203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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everything. i walked away wondering if the conversation was so eye-opening because i'd never really talked to her in-depth before or if that was the sort of thing she only would've shared on her way out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-8486805381129331907?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/8486805381129331907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=8486805381129331907&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/8486805381129331907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/8486805381129331907'/><link 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-8518119165076671913</id><published>2011-07-05T01:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T01:42:42.682-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesday june 21</title><content type='html'>today i was getting on the subway at finch station after work when my attention was drawn to a shouting match between two passengers who had just gotten off. each guy was yelling at the other to stop pushing -- a lot of "&lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; were the one who was pushing!" calm down, y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-8518119165076671913?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-1641411215662926031</id><published>2011-06-27T21:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:56:07.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>monday june 20</title><content type='html'>today i bought two grapefruits at the grocery store. i was under the impression that they were sorta pale-looking oranges. i don't even like grapefruit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-1641411215662926031?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/1641411215662926031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-742803428117110634</id><published>2011-06-27T21:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:54:23.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday june 19</title><content type='html'>today i had brunch with my parents, my cousin, and my cousin's family (her husband and their three kids). twice during the course of the meal, my cousin, who lives a few blocks away from me, suggested that they should have me over for a barbecue this summer. she made this same suggestion last summer. and each time she posed the idea today, she made a vague comment about "having to get my number," though she didn't ask for it either time. given how much her children (three boys, ages two, four, and seven) terrified me, i'm perfectly okay with it not happening.&lt;div 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19'/><author><name>luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07858491799970101458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-3131647932974881196</id><published>2011-06-27T21:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:51:00.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday june 18</title><content type='html'>today i wore my headphones for nearly the entire greyhound trip from toronto to london. the only times i rode in silence were in between albums or when my ears needed a break for a couple minutes. in these moments, i was bombarded by the incessant and inane conversation of a guy and a girl a couple rows back. even if i'd wanted to ride in silence, or maybe read a book, i couldn't have done it, because i would've just heard their entire dialogue and been driven crazy. as we pulled into the station in london and i took off my headphones for good, i heard the guy say to the girl, "that's what you need to do on the bus! find someone to talk to and it just flies by!" while this may have been the case for them, i doubt my ipod-less bus neighbours felt the same way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-3131647932974881196?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/3131647932974881196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=3131647932974881196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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that lasted a little longer than i expected. when i woke up, i heard an unfamiliar voice in the house. a few minutes later, i heard that voice coming a little closer, and realized that my roommate was giving one of his friends a tour of our place. as they passed by my closed door, i heard him say "luke's probably sleeping." while this was, of course, not the case, i'd been too lazy to put on any pants yet, which i didn't exactly want to announce. i made as little noise as possible, feigning sleep, until i heard them go back downstairs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-5929733627168642386?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/5929733627168642386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-3610731208028384591</id><published>2011-06-27T21:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:45:00.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thursday june 16</title><content type='html'>today i went to richmond hill to see a friend's play. i arrived about 15 minutes before the doors of the theatre opened, but didn't have anything else to do, so i hung around the parking lot. with the sun blazing down, i looked for a bit of shade, and walked to the far side of the parking lot, where there was a bit of grass and a few trees. still wearing my work clothes, i decided not to sit down on the grass, meaning i sort of awkwardly leaned against the tree while i waited for the 7:15 doors. as uncomfortable as this was, my discomfort increased even more when someone drove up and parked in the spot right next to me -- again, this was the opposite side of the parking lot, as far as you could get from the theatre. we were pretty much the only two people on the corner, and we were about ten feet apart, both just standing/sitting there. i don't know where i was going with this. it was just weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-3610731208028384591?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/3610731208028384591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=3610731208028384591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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co-worker tell the person sitting in the cubicle next to mine that today was her last day and she was heading out. although i didn't even recognize the voice, or know that anyone was quitting today, i was able to deduce who it was by noticing the direction she'd walked in and the fact that she didn't say anything to me. no big loss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-5509666466309830110?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/5509666466309830110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=5509666466309830110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/5509666466309830110'/><link 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roommate's birthday. at one point, when there were maybe 20 to 25 people in the bar, i noticed a group of three girls whispering to one another and pointing toward our table. i didn't think much of it, anticipating that, if anything, maybe they'd come over and start talking to us. so it caught me by surprise when, a minute later, one of the girls walked over to the table, jumped up and top of it, and proceeded to dance there for the next 20 seconds before hopping off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-8501623901132548701?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/8501623901132548701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=8501623901132548701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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13</title><content type='html'>today i went to subway for lunch and watched the old asian couple in front of me take about 45 seconds to decide which sauce they wanted to put on their shared sandwich.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-7391405683142748175?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/7391405683142748175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=7391405683142748175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/7391405683142748175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/7391405683142748175'/><link 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offer. so i went in hoping to score a seat at the bar, where sitting by myself wouldn't be as noticeable or as problematic. however, when i walked in, there were no empty seats at the bar. reluctantly, i grabbed a table in the corner that would have comfortably seated two, and uncomfortably seated three. i sat there for the next three hours, as the bar filled up and plenty of groups walked in and out, not seeing any open tables. by the end of the night i was feeling so guilty about commandeering a table on my own that i tipped my server 45% on my bill in an attempt to make up for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-8106610585596339956?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/8106610585596339956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-2327414266474409029</id><published>2011-06-09T22:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T22:12:25.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thursday june 9</title><content type='html'>today i went to a different ali baba's than my usual neighbourhood location to pick up a shawarma. when i made my usual order -- a chicken shawarma with everything except turnips on it -- i was met with resistance. "are you sure?" the guy behind the counter asked, gesturing to the turnip pile. "they're really good!" i laughed and said i'd tried them before and i just wasn't a fan, at which point he picked up a thing of turnip and held it out to me. "here, try it," he said. not seeing a way out of the taste test, i took a bite as he prepared my sandwich. "just not my thing!" i exclaimed, still holding the half-eaten turnip, terrified that he'd overrule me and throw a few in anyway. thankfully, he backed off as i ate the rest of the turnip, not really enjoying it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-2327414266474409029?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/2327414266474409029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=2327414266474409029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/2327414266474409029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/2327414266474409029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/2011/06/thursday-june-9.html' title='thursday june 9'/><author><name>luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07858491799970101458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-6514525849656708783</id><published>2011-06-09T07:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T07:31:12.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesday june 8</title><content type='html'>today i sat down in the subway after work and noticed that a subway token was sitting on the seat in front of me. as someone with a metropass, the free token didn't appeal much to me, but i was curious to see how the situation would play out. would the person who eventually sat in that seat just pick it up and keep it, or would some passerby who was heading for &lt;i&gt;another&lt;/i&gt; seat notice it and pick it up on the way? my curiousity was squashed a moment later, when a guy sat right on the token without realizing it was there. when he got up two stops later, it was gone. i guess it stuck to his pants or something?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-6514525849656708783?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/6514525849656708783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=6514525849656708783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/6514525849656708783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/6514525849656708783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/2011/06/wednesday-june-8.html' title='wednesday june 8'/><author><name>luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07858491799970101458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-8904931325519697364</id><published>2011-06-07T21:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T21:56:00.364-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesday june 7</title><content type='html'>today i went to the td branch in my office building at lunch to deposit a cheque. the teller was friendlier than usual, making small talk about the london address on my account, as well as my two first names. after making my deposit, i was about to take off when she asked (referring, i guess, to her own performance): "how was the service today?" "good!" i replied, truthfully. "please recommend us!" she called after me as i walked away. this last bit left me a little confused. was i supposed to be recommending td in general, or this branch specifically? did they expect me to go tell my friends "you'll never guess what happened to me today at that bank!" or was this the sort of thing that i was just expected to throw in if i happened to partake in a conversation where, say, another friend complained about &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; bank. ultimately, i felt like this imposition destroyed all the good will the teller had built up over the course of the transaction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-8904931325519697364?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/8904931325519697364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=8904931325519697364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/8904931325519697364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/8904931325519697364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/2011/06/tuesday-june-7.html' title='tuesday june 7'/><author><name>luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07858491799970101458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-7687060711333100494</id><published>2011-06-06T22:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T22:44:55.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>monday june 6</title><content type='html'>today i was on the subway when it came to a stop at a station along the yonge line. glancing out the window, i noticed an advertisement on the wall which was partially obscured by the subway car. i'm not sure which company or product was being advertised, but this is how it read, line by line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we took&lt;br /&gt;any more care&lt;br /&gt;of you we'd be&lt;br /&gt;tucking you&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the partial version i saw, which caused me to do a double-take:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took&lt;br /&gt;more care&lt;br /&gt;we'd be&lt;br /&gt;ucking you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-7687060711333100494?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/7687060711333100494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=7687060711333100494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/7687060711333100494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/7687060711333100494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/2011/06/monday-june-6.html' title='monday june 6'/><author><name>luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07858491799970101458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-6628539664072174487</id><published>2011-06-05T23:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T23:42:45.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday june 5</title><content type='html'>today i was doing laundry when &lt;i&gt;star wars: episode i - the phantom menace&lt;/i&gt; came on the laundromat's tv. another guy walked in a few minutes later, watched a scene or two, then asked me if i knew which installment of the &lt;i&gt;star wars&lt;/i&gt; series it was. i answered and we exchanged a couple jokes about how bad &lt;i&gt;phantom menace&lt;/i&gt; is. then he said: "i've been watching all the old chinese ones lately." i looked at him blankly, thinking he was talking about some sort of chinese version of &lt;i&gt;star wars&lt;/i&gt;. "they just ripped off everything from those anyway," he continued, before noticing his clothes had finished drying and ending the conversation. i'm still not entirely sure what he was talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-6628539664072174487?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/6628539664072174487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=6628539664072174487&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/6628539664072174487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/6628539664072174487'/><link 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threw a bunch of tracks on a playlist to avoid constantly going back and forth between rooms to pick new songs. however, shortly after putting together this playlist, most of the girls took off. the resulting roomful of dudes meant that the playlist needed to be revamped -- i quickly headed back to my room to make the appropriate modifications when the first notes of britney spears' "till the world ends" played.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-3261996493142632289?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/3261996493142632289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=3261996493142632289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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participating in a 32-person charity ping pong tournament at work. while it was the first time i'd played in over five years, i still managed to get off to a good start, winning my first two matchups to earn a spot in the 'elite eight.' however, at this point, i ran into a player so good that i didn't even score a single point en route to being eliminated. with dozens of people standing around the table watching the blowout unfold, probably wondering how a fraud like me made it to the third round, i left the tournament feeling too embarrassed to ever show my face on the 15th floor again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-5733055870119103799?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/5733055870119103799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-6778755493891464278</id><published>2011-06-05T23:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T23:24:30.152-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thursday june 2</title><content type='html'>today i was getting lunch at mr. sub when i overheard a guy talking on the phone while he held a $10 bill. "it's fake!" he was telling the person on the other end of the call, referring to the $10 bill. "they told me it was fake!" i wasn't sure what was more interesting about this -- the fact that this fake $10 bill (which i glanced it) was convincing enough to make this guy think it was real, the fact that mr. sub paid enough attention to catch it, or the fact that the incident prompted the guy to make a phone call, as if it was the only money he had and he needed someone to come buy him a sandwich.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-6778755493891464278?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/6778755493891464278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=6778755493891464278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/6778755493891464278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/6778755493891464278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/2011/06/thursday-june-2.html' title='thursday june 2'/><author><name>luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07858491799970101458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-1336220383756581442</id><published>2011-06-05T23:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T23:19:00.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesday june 1</title><content type='html'>today i saw a guy wearing a suit and tie eating two giant freezies as he waited for the subway after work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-1336220383756581442?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/1336220383756581442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=1336220383756581442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/1336220383756581442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/1336220383756581442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/2011/06/wednesday-june-1.html' title='wednesday june 1'/><author><name>luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07858491799970101458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-7531648189142326449</id><published>2011-06-05T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T23:13:00.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesday may 31</title><content type='html'>today i debated going to opera bob's to watch the blue jays game, and eventually decided against it, when the team fell behind early and i couldn't recruit any friends to come with me. an hour or two later, i got a text from a friend telling me that &lt;i&gt;twilight&lt;/i&gt;'s robert pattinson was at the lakeview, approximately 30 feet from opera bob's. opportunity missed!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-7531648189142326449?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/7531648189142326449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=7531648189142326449&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/7531648189142326449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/7531648189142326449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/2011/06/tuesday-may-31.html' title='tuesday may 31'/><author><name>luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07858491799970101458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-6639049687994793166</id><published>2011-05-31T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:55:53.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'>monday may 30</title><content type='html'>today i took the subway to finch station for work. as usual, as i tried to exit the car, the group of people preparing to &lt;i&gt;enter&lt;/i&gt; crowded in, ready to push their way on the instant all of us had gotten off. however, today, one middle-aged man couldn't even wait that long, and pushed his way through the door while a handful of us were still waiting to exit. as soon as this happened, a younger guy started yelling at him, hilariously. "what is wrong with you?" he called. "are you a savage? you're a savage!" it was a wonderful way to start the work week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-6639049687994793166?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/6639049687994793166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=6639049687994793166&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/6639049687994793166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/6639049687994793166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/2011/06/monday-may-30.html' title='monday may 30'/><author><name>luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07858491799970101458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-659899426188131115</id><published>2011-05-30T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:55:46.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday may 29</title><content type='html'>today i went to black dice for a drink and chatted with the bartender as i drank. after finishing, we attempted a high five as part of the goodbye and nearly whiffed entirely on it. "good one!" i said faux-enthusiastically, as we parted ways. although my mockery was aimed at both of us, i had a nagging concern as i walked home that she interpreted it solely as a sarcastic criticism of &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt; high-fiving ability.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-659899426188131115?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/659899426188131115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=659899426188131115&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/659899426188131115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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immensely rewarding. my favourite discoveries of today were &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tRHnTFesv7c"&gt;planking&lt;/a&gt;, kreayshawn's "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6WJFjXtHcy4"&gt;gucci gucci&lt;/a&gt;," and &lt;a href="http://otonly.com/x0411/ohokthen.gif"&gt;this gif&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-2653801428688656314?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/2653801428688656314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=2653801428688656314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/2653801428688656314'/><link rel='self' 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lip-synching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-1914980269418553841?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/1914980269418553841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=1914980269418553841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/1914980269418553841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/1914980269418553841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/2011/06/friday-may-27.html' title='friday may 27'/><author><name>luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07858491799970101458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-1407277432914249719</id><published>2011-05-27T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:53:45.555-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thursday may 26</title><content type='html'>today i listened to so many horrible opinions about baseball and the blue jays on the streetcar ride home from the game that i debated starting a blog called "overheard at rogers centre." it would feature a post at the end of each homestand in which i shared and mocked the most ridiculous things i overheard fans say at (or after) games.&lt;div 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26'/><author><name>luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07858491799970101458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-2431890279298908375</id><published>2011-05-27T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:53:38.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesday may 25</title><content type='html'>today i wrote this &lt;a href="http://toronto.en.craigslist.ca/tor/mis/2402678172.html"&gt;missed connection&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-2431890279298908375?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-5112525490691229777</id><published>2011-05-25T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:53:05.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesday may 24</title><content type='html'>today i overhead someone earnestly say "bless me" after they sneezed. for whatever reason, this struck me as very unusual, as if post-sneeze blessings could only be bestowed on you by someone other than yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-5112525490691229777?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/5112525490691229777/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-1733695407619400683</id><published>2011-05-25T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:53:23.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>monday may 23</title><content type='html'>today i was sitting in my house when i heard two sounds coming from outside. the first was the repeated explosion of fireworks, in honour of victoria day. the second was the jaunty melody of the neighbourhood ice cream truck coming down the street. the juxtaposition of the two noises made it sound as if some sort of bizarre horror movie was being filmed outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-1733695407619400683?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-2092946402233049569</id><published>2011-05-23T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T22:06:00.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday may 22</title><content type='html'>today i stopped by ali baba's on my way home from a barbeque at about 1 am -- late saturday night, early sunday morning. glancing at the specials before i came in, i noticed i was much more interested in the sunday one (discount on two shawarmas) than saturday's (discount on two platters). so before i ordered, i asked if, since it was &lt;i&gt;technically&lt;/i&gt; sunday, i could get that discount. the ali baba's employee chuckled heartily and got his co-worker's attention so he could repeat my request. then they both had another chuckle and the first guy turned back to me and was like "no." i didn't think it was that ridiculous a question.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-2092946402233049569?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/2092946402233049569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=2092946402233049569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/2092946402233049569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/2092946402233049569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/2011/05/sunday-may-22.html' title='sunday may 22'/><author><name>luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07858491799970101458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-7357149869652314824</id><published>2011-05-23T22:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T22:02:40.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday may 21</title><content type='html'>today i was walking down college street with a friend, heading for a barbeque. suddenly, the bottom of his &lt;a href="http://thehouseofglunz.com/images/products/detail/AnchorSteam6pack.JPG"&gt;six-pack of beer&lt;/a&gt; gave way and an instant later, college was a mess of broken glass and beer. although the beer/money lost and the mess we'd made in such a public location was a real bummer, the most exceptional thing about the incident to me was that only three of the six beers broke when they hit the ground. half of them survived! silver lining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-7357149869652314824?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/7357149869652314824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=7357149869652314824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/7357149869652314824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/7357149869652314824'/><link rel='alternate' 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"almost there" as he approached us during his return trip, it looked as if he'd sweat about a gallon in the last five minutes. as he pushed his way by us, he said "i'm so sorry" with such anguish that you'd have thought he just ran over our puppies with his car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-6064218611713980088?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/6064218611713980088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=6064218611713980088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/6064218611713980088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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that i was about to run down anyone who tried to jack his bags, but that seemed pretty unlikely. he walked away from the line with a friend for a smoke break, and a couple minutes later, a potential problem arose -- the bus was about to start boarding. as the greyhound staff prepared to take tickets, i debated what to do. did i stand there next to his bag as everyone passed me in line? did i just leave it behind? did i drag it up to the front of the line with me and leave it next to the staff so they could watch it? fortunately, just as passengers began to board, the guy returned from smoking and saved me from making a big decision. i still don't know what i would've done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-3303374018973837826?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-2352111048659099663</id><published>2011-05-20T00:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T01:09:21.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>friday may 13</title><content type='html'>today i had a london friend pick me up a six-pack of mill st. organic, since my bus was getting into town too late to stop at the beer store. upon my arrival, everything seemed to be going smoothly -- i broke the seal on the six-pack, drank the first couple, and then noticed something weird. in addition to my two empties on the counter, there were only three beers left in the box. convinced i misplaced one or my friend had borrowed one, i searched high and low for the sixth beer, but never found it. while eventually i came to realized that the six-pack must really have only been a five-pack, it took a while for me to trust my own eyes and logic more than i blindly trusted mill street not to make such a mistake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-2352111048659099663?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/2352111048659099663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=2352111048659099663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/2352111048659099663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/2352111048659099663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-1925104550184032295?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/1925104550184032295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=1925104550184032295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/1925104550184032295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/1925104550184032295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/2011/05/thursday-may-12.html' title='thursday may 12'/><author><name>luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07858491799970101458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-3724575016462962343</id><published>2011-05-20T00:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T01:09:13.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesday may 11</title><content type='html'>today i attended the blue jays/red sox game and for much of the game was enjoying the razzing that the few red sox fans in our section were getting. a few comments here and there. some harmless taunting. it was all good. until at one point later in the game, as the sox fans stood up and invited the section to boo them, one idiot from way up above decided it was a good idea to throw a soda at them. rather than hitting the sox fans, it hit an old couple sitting nearby, inspiring the old guy to spring up, turn around, and yell up at the culprit with a vigour that he probably hadn't displayed in months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-3724575016462962343?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/3724575016462962343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=3724575016462962343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/3724575016462962343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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bethany wild's kid, you could tell people you were "born to b. wild." no one acknowledged it. twitter is tough sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-7590460919653501352?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/7590460919653501352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=7590460919653501352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/7590460919653501352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/7590460919653501352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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everywhere he went. knowing i'd be unable to muster much enthusiasm about looking at a baby, i hoped he'd avoid stopping at my cubicle during the tour. when the boss finally came by, he non-chalantly said "hey luke," causing me to look over and see the baby in his arms. pretending i was realizing for the first time that there was a baby in the office, i let loose a "how about that" chuckle as if i'd just heard an interesting piece of trivia. fortunately, he quickly moved on to the next cubicle, sparing me from having to come up with any more to say than that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-2944326974241260132?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/2944326974241260132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-8422048411937756663</id><published>2011-05-20T00:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T01:08:59.747-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday may 8</title><content type='html'>today i was making the late-night walk home with my roommate, both of us wearing blue jays caps, when the driver of a passing suv opened his window and yelled "BLUE JAYS SUCK!" at us. as he sped off, there was little hope of getting in any sort of retort, meaning the best i could hope for was that he'd get arrested for a dui later in the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-8422048411937756663?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-4053036646532355836</id><published>2011-05-08T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T22:35:00.899-04:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday may 7</title><content type='html'>today i attended justin verlander's no-hitter against the blue jays at the rogers centre. the only thing my friends and i spent more time talking about during the game than the no-hitter was the question of who was inside the "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Major_League_Baseball_mascots#Junior_.28Toronto.29"&gt;junior&lt;/a&gt;" mascot costume. while one friend was convinced it had to be a little person, my roommate and i argued that it was entirely possible it was a child with precocious dancing ability.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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7'/><author><name>luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07858491799970101458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-2662917106466223073</id><published>2011-05-08T22:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T22:34:49.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>friday may 6</title><content type='html'>today i was walking through the set of double doors that lead from finch subway station to my office building. the girl in front of me, having already walked through the first set of doors, approached the second set and attempted to pull them open -- they're push-open doors. i guess at some point during the five seconds it takes to walk from the first set of doors to the second, she'd entirely forgotten that she pushed the first time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-2662917106466223073?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/2662917106466223073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=2662917106466223073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/2662917106466223073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/2662917106466223073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/2011/05/friday-may-6.html' title='friday may 6'/><author><name>luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07858491799970101458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-4493122676007223382</id><published>2011-05-08T22:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T22:18:13.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thursday may 5</title><content type='html'>today i sat across from a girl on the subway on the way to work. from the first moment i looked at her until she eventually got off, she was smiling. not at me. not really at anyone. just a big smile on her face, as if she was replaying some hilarious joke in her head and trying not to laugh out loud at it. it was extremely unnerving. no one ever smiles on the 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5'/><author><name>luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07858491799970101458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-756369728754788553</id><published>2011-05-05T07:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T07:46:21.199-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesday may 4</title><content type='html'>today i nearly stepped on a dead bird while walking along bloor street. the bird corpse lay on its side next to the curb, one eye staring lifelessly upward at the sky through which it would never soar again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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3'/><author><name>luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07858491799970101458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-1222592926549620084</id><published>2011-05-03T20:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T20:32:13.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>monday may 2</title><content type='html'>today i was told that i'd be sharing my cubicle at work with a "summer student" starting tomorrow. after a computer was set up on the opposite end of my desk for this new employee, i glanced over and noticed that the hard drive, which had been salvaged from the supply closet, had a note taped to its side that read "hd dead." looking forward to seeing how long it takes to find that note or just to confirm its message tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-1222592926549620084?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/1222592926549620084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=1222592926549620084&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/1222592926549620084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/1222592926549620084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/2011/05/monday-may-2.html' title='monday may 2'/><author><name>luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07858491799970101458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-8889723629832175921</id><published>2011-05-03T20:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T20:32:06.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday may 1</title><content type='html'>today i fished my most recent pay stub out of the trash in preparation to prove my identity at the polling station tomorrow. i had sort of slid it down the side when i put it in my garbage can -- and anyway, the grossest things in there were snotty kleenexes, so it was ultimately okay, i think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-7952538699292535567</id><published>2011-05-03T20:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T20:32:00.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday april 30</title><content type='html'>today i got a text at about 8:30 or 9 pm from a friend asking what i was doing tonight. i replied that i was just eating takeout and having a beer alone. i expected this reply to elicit some sympathy, or at least an invite to whatever she was doing. instead, she replied "lol" and i didn't hear from her the rest of the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-1655519798884528083?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/1655519798884528083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=1655519798884528083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/1655519798884528083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/1655519798884528083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/2011/05/friday-april-29.html' title='friday april 29'/><author><name>luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07858491799970101458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-3939136100987739236</id><published>2011-04-29T17:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T20:35:49.978-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thursday april 28</title><content type='html'>today i got far too much amusement out of accidentally typing "fran's mastectomy boutique" as "frank's mastectomy boutique" at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-3939136100987739236?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-1364687039897070964</id><published>2011-04-29T17:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T20:35:37.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesday april 27</title><content type='html'>today i attended a learning session on facial and ocular prosthesis at work. during the session, the lecturers passed around some samples of things they work with -- fake noses, eyes, etc. since i was sitting in the corner of the front row, these items all eventually came back around to me, as the session was winding down. i decided to wait the minute or two until they wrapped up to return the stuff, which left me to hold a fake face in my hands for a little longer than i would've liked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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while my mouth made the necessary adjustment in time and said the right words, my brain hadn't yet processed the necessary shift in tone (from formal to casual). the result was me sounding like i really NEEDED to know how her weekend was, which cast a sort of uncomfortable shadow over the rest of the conversation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-5212403713790858774?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/5212403713790858774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=5212403713790858774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/5212403713790858774'/><link rel='self' 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until i got up to get off at my stop that i noticed the couple sitting across the aisle from me. on the seat in front of them, they'd placed a bunch of shopping bags and such. one of the bags, though, was just an upside-down, empty popcorn bag -- and as i walked toward the subway door, i noticed it moving. weird, i thought, but probably just a result of the subway rocking back and forth, right? WRONG. glancing back once more before i got off the car, i saw that they'd lifted up the bag, revealing a small, live turtle on the seat. i'd sat across from it for five stops without noticing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-822834054051395324?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/822834054051395324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=822834054051395324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/822834054051395324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/822834054051395324'/><link rel='alternate' 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having happened about 45 minutes earlier. however, this didn't stop a group of three drunk guys from excitedly running up to the patio and taking a seat, clearly under the mistaken impression that the bar was still hoppping and someone would be out to take their order any minute now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-100414062857577638?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/100414062857577638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=100414062857577638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/100414062857577638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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next two blocks, he chattered away enthusiastically about his just-finished school year, his last exam (for a "bird" course), and his plans to meet his friends at &lt;a href="http://www.jimbobrays.com/"&gt;jim bob's&lt;/a&gt;. he was like a big, dumb dog bounding up the sidewalk, in awe of all the people around him to play with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-7860853069809464631?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/7860853069809464631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37597569&amp;postID=7860853069809464631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37597569/posts/default/7860853069809464631'/><link 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intersection and, sure enough, saw a group of people in capes rounding bloor and turning onto my street, singing in unison. after briefly thinking that they were engaged in some sort of protest against the &lt;a href="http://www.thehouseoflancaster.com/"&gt;house of lancaster&lt;/a&gt;, i realized that this was some sort of good friday ceremony. there were about 60 of them, young and old, walking down the street wearing these capes and singing -- sometimes the front half would do a call and the back half would do a response! it was something to see, even though i still have no idea what the purpose was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-6139129583895573846?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethingididtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/6139129583895573846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-2494265719974126316</id><published>2011-04-24T19:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T19:40:01.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thursday april 21</title><content type='html'>today i went to make some toast and found two pieces of bread already in the toaster. considering both my roommates had left for easter weekend no less than eight hours earlier, i was a bit bothered by the presence of this mystery toast. though admittedly not as bothered as i would've been if it were still warm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37597569-2494265719974126316?l=onethingididtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI8ZL_xoUfY/S4l6Xq4vOwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gpwg96xZiro/s1600-R/20338_103253139697147_100000373836607_78484_6107035_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37597569.post-999114005416694562</id><published>2011-04-24T19:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T19:39:45.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesday april 20</title><content type='html'>today i attended the blue jays game and watched as an annoying dude stood at the bottom of our section and attempted to start the wave for a good three or four minutes. even if WERE a supporter of the wave (i'm not) or if he were doing a good job at getting it started (he wasn't), i still would've been somewhat irritated. finally he got so awful that i, of all people, yelled "SIT DOWN!" at him. i hate yelling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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