I never knew how the three items are associated. May be they are not, not at all.

After more than a month of fun and frustration with the oh-so-cool-wireless-optical-mouse-slash-remote, I have decided to switch back to not-so-cool Labtec wired mouse. The reason: replacing 2 Duracell AA batteries every two weeks isn’t exactly that eco-friendly. Besides, the wireless mouse only has a range of say, 3 or 4 metres. Any distance beyond that rendered it useless.

The relationship between the mouse and chicken : none.
The relationship between the rat and the rooster: they are both in the Chinese Calendar.

Now, the relationship between the chicken wings and the trombones: when you finished the wings, you get the “bones”.

I apologize for the nonsensical statements that you just read. The story actually began a little earlier, in the afternoon, when Jason msn’d me to go to Rex, a jazz club at University Ave. and Queens St.. And we showed up, at 9, with a couple more friends. Since we had not had dinner yet, we order a platter with 3 pounds of chicken wings, sided with greasy fries, celery and carrot sticks. A 10-man band led by some guy called Chris Hunt played some unfamiliar tunes, which almost deafened my right ear as my seat was no more than a few feet in front of one of the trumpets. Other band members played saxophones, guitars, drums, piano, and to my surprise, trombones. I used to think trombone only exist in orchestra. Jazz has never been my cup of tea, yet the instruments played by a live band right up in my face was quite a new experience. I noticed that even when the trombone is extended to a specific fixed length, it can still produce different pitches. I became very curious, wondering to myself, “How can that be possible?” I started looking for ways to explain this, may be the way the player blow the instrument was different, or may be, there was another hole or valve which was covered and opened to facilitate the changes in pitch. However, I did not bother to find the answer. Sometimes things are better left undiscovered, just as the secrets to magic tricks.

At midnight, we left the club to walk on University Ave.; it was the best time of the day (or rather, night) to experience the tranquility of Toronto downtown. An hour later, I was home, typing this.

I have spent another $10 watching a movie that I never intended to watch on the big screen.

War of the Worlds is a movie adapted from the book written by H.G. Wells. As much as I like science fictions and the fact that H.G. Wells is one of the few authors by which I have read books, I never have the desire to watch the movie. Why not? Don’t ask, I don’t have an answer.

Today I was eating dinner at Peel Pub with Michael, Kelvin, Ivan, Maggie, Sara and Basemah. To comment, I can only say that it was a combination of the worst food (french fries deep-fried in grease that had been used for the past ten years), big portion, good service, and a reasonable price. After the dinner, we had nothing to do, as usual. And someone suggested “movie”. And so we went.

Watched the 10:20pm show. As for this movie, I will rate it 6 out of 10, given a generic storyline, a quite unexpected ending, plus the fact it was directed by Steven Spielberg, which automatically raise the score by 1. However, I still won’t recommend watching this movie in the theatre, as it is not worth the money. Wait for DVD rental.

After the movie, I walked home. Got home just now, or 1:00 am. My computer still have not finished transcoding the DVD videos that started 9 hrs ago. That’s uncool….