Archive for December 2004
2004 was a rather nice year for me.
I got my Master’s degree in English literature from Queen’s University; I’ve successfully gotten settled in Toronto; I’ve established new friendships and other assorted connections with a satisfyingly large number of interesting people (yes, this means you); I’ve had a very fun and profitable time blogging; at long last, I’ve begun dating.
It’s a nice broad collection of life goals that I’ve achieved, in whole or in part, this year, and I think that I’m right to be happy about this.
Now, off for New Year’s Eve.
One commenter, Fred, comments on the relationship between Sumerian and proto-Finno-Ugric.
Comments are welcome.
Googling idly, I found that my article “Genocides and Denial”, crossposted on Living in Europe and Living on the Planet, and my reaction to a Turkish commentator who kept posting annoying, irrelevant, and worrisome comments denying that anything out of line happened to the Armenians, has earned me an entire webpage:
Says the poster about me, “Randy McDonald is a Canadian; his claim to fame is that he runs a blog site, named ‘Randy McDonald’s Livejournal.’ Yes, one of those folks who believe his/her life is so fascinating, that people would actually be interested in the minute details of his comings and goings.” Apparently I am a “nobody” who merits a nine-thousand-word essay criticizing him; also, apparently I feel strong connections with Ireland, because of my last name and because I quote from Sinéad O’Connor.
This is too fun.
I know one post that I’ll be writing in the new year.
UPDATE (4:20 PM) : The page is down, but the cached version is still up.
It would have be nice if, when I left home this morning, I had grabbed the 3 1/2-inch disc containing two well-written and intelligent posts that I planned to copy today, not an old backup disk containing school notes from my second year at UPEI.
It would also have been nice if the Zellers at 2290 Dundas Street West that I visited last night had carried the inexpensive and attractive wardrobe set that I wanted to assemble, and if the Wal-Mart on 920 Dufferin Street that I had visited the night before that had sold me a wardrobe that would have been possible to assemble.
Minor things, in the end.
I can’t say anything that hasn’t been said already.