I just need to say how much I’m despising Autoboxing in Java 1.5. I first thought that it was a great feature, but the more I have to track down the niggling little bugs that it’s causing in a huge intricate system, the more I hate it. PLEASE, PLEASE give me a way to ‘turn it off’ when I compile.
Lord Stanley’s Cup
Conversation at Stanley’s last night, with Christian:
Me: Do we touch the Stanley Cup?
Him: Noooooooooooo.
Me: Until?
Him: Until I win it.
Me: Gooooooood.
A note: I didn’t touch it either. The Stanley Cup, for those unaware, is the highest honor that a hockey team can win. Superstition/Tradition is such that you don’t touch the cup unless you win it. Not ‘your team’, you. As some part of an organiziation (not a fan) that wins the Cup. It was really amazing to see up close. Kelly asked about it and why *I* didn’t touch it, and I couldn’t adequately explain.. it somehow diminishes what the cup stands for if I touch and grab it. I don’t begrudge anyone their choice to touch or hold it or whatever.. but as for me, I just choose not to.
The weird thing is that then last night, I had a dream about the Cup. I was hanging around in Stanley’s late, nearly closing time, with my ‘usual’ hockey friends – Jim, Cap and Teach. The cup was there, and we were just talking with Phil Pritchard (Keeper of the Cup). I asked him if I could take another picture (the throngs had left, and the Cup was over on a table). He said sure, and I went over, and picked up the Cup and held it above my head, like the players do when they win. I lower it down and kiss it and raise it back up. Then I carefully put it down on the table. My friend Teach goes over and starts to pick it up, but we quickly realize that he’s a bit… inebriated as he staggers under the weight and almost falls. Phil decides that we should stop, and we do.
I wish there was a <dream/> tag.
What if you ran into God…
In a restaraunt? Would you go up to Him? Or would you be afraid, like if it was a movie star or something?
Kelly: “That’s God. Over there, by the fishtank”
Me: “No way. He would have His own private room”
Kelly: “I’m sure of it. Go talk to Him”
Me: “No… He’s eating. I’ll look stupid.”
Kelly: *pushes me over there*
Me: “Ummm, excuse me, are you… God?”
God, Yahweh, The Almighty Lord, Ruler Of Heaven And Earth, The Alpha and Omega: “Yes.”
Me: “I just wanted to say… I’m a big fan of Your Work. Could I get you to autograph a copy of Your Book?”
God, Yahweh, The Almighty Lord, Ruler Of Heaven And Earth, The Alpha and Omega: “Sure.” *writes ‘To a Big Fan, Love you always, God’*