The Return To Honolulu
October 12, 2008
AÂ 7-hour flight next to a sick man and in front of two devil spawn kids is no fun I tell you. Throw in The Incredible Hulk, a movie that emphasizes violent lashing out and you get one unhappy pappy. Thankfully they kept feeding us with food and snacks and drenching us with drinks. The flight didn’t end in utter violence as The Hulk seemed to indicate.
Honolulu is still so relaxing and beautiful compared to the concrete and seizure-inducing lights of Osaka. The woman bought shoes, two pairs in fact, after much much deliberation that only a wife can pull off. I enjoyed tunes on my Ipod and I think I ran through the entire playlist before the woman eventually decided. I also witnessed some mammals evolve into a higher lifeform while waiting for her to choose too.
Well, we’re at the hotel and I just popped online to check my very busy inbox: "You have 0 messages." Thanks a lot everyone who was supposed to email me. Thanks. Now, we shall hit the pool. Since I hate swimming due to a past-life drowning I must have had, I will try to catch up on some reading. On the booklist: Loose Ends by Don Easton, a friend’s dad. This “fiction” is very interesting when you hear bits and pieces of actual things that have occurred in Don’s life. I hate leaving it at that but I will.
No pictures. I didn’t even take out the camera yet.
October 12th, 2008 at 18:28
I am green with envy that you get to go to Hawaii.
I used to think that all fiction writers must have great imaginations to come up with stories. It wasn’t until recently when I realized that the best fiction writers drench their stories with truths, events, and observations from their own lives. Sometimes it’s neat finding out what real events inspired your favourite fiction moments and other times it feels like somebody steals the magic from the printed words.
October 13th, 2008 at 03:06
Yeah it’s neat but he wrote a book about an undercover RCMP and the first chapter is about the gruesome murder of two kids…
Shudder.
I can’t help but think about the sheltered life I’ve lived.