Nutz! The End of Hulu?

Okay, so I remember about two Years ago, I heard of this wonderful little idea that someone had called "HULU" I remember signing up for the beta testing version of it, and watching old Buffy the Vampire Slayer episodes and some Burn Notice. But then I got real busy, and then Hulu really launched and it became the SHIT! Everyone loved it, and it was the toast of the people's people. And subsequently, it might have started killing TV stations and TV shows.

Well, it's all done now. In 2010, Hulu Starts charging. The Networks have had enough, they need more money so they can make more bad shows, and bad reality shows. So, Hulu, Adios.

The Dream Box

One day, her Father presented her with a box,
Glittering of Gold and sparkling of Emerald.
He said, Daughter what I give you today,
Cherish forever, for it is a Dream Box.
Daddy, what is that? As she held her hands out,
Her palms barely big enough for a platform.
It is a place for wonders, it is a place for desire,
For all the things you will ever ask or ever wonder.

Daughter opened the box, and a fairy came out.
She spun and she danced and off the girl pranced.

And as his little Girl ran off, a tear formed in his eye,
For he knew that the Dream Box was a lie. The box
Was a box, but it's four walls the life about her.
A magical dancing fairy, spinning through a lifetime
Of fantasies she would conjure up to thrive.
Fighting the cruel hand of fate, for her to survive,
Sometimes those dreams would have to die.

Have I Returned?

I haven't blogged since I was in Toronto. I kind of made a decision that if continuing the blog was too draining or became too big a deal for me to do, I'd just drop it, and that happened. And it happened right around the time I got to Montreal. At that point everyday became an adventure, wrapped up in events that I wasn't entirely in control of.

And once, I left Montreal, I kind of felt like I'd gotten everything I wanted out of the trip and that I was ready to go back, of course I still had three to five more weeks left. And hopefully, I'll get to recapping some of what happened during those few weeks. But for now, I will leave you with this.

Home

Home is a funny thing, conceptually, and like so many words and concepts, as you separate from what you know and fling yourself out into the world, meanings and beliefs twist and reshape, but here’s what I’ve come to think about when I think of home.

Home is home; you know what it is and what it isn’t. Home is where you rest. Home is not just the place you pay rent, it extends out from where you are temporally to where you are spiritually. Home is where your friends are; it’s where your family is. Home doesn’t mean you’re happy, it doesn’t mean you’re comfortable, it doesn’t even mean you have to feel anything. Home is where you can go into the kitchen, pull a cup from the cupboard, and make yourself some tea without ever having to ask. Home can live on in your imagination and live up to your dreams. Going home can be like getting a hug and then getting slapped, or vice versa. Home is a place where you can find love, a place where you can be a bastard, and a place where you can make a huge mistake and still hope to be forgiven, which is why you made that decision in the first place. Home is to be taken for granted, although people are not to be.