Lasting

Things are warming up, but the snow's going to be around here and there for a while. Things are icing up overnight and then slowly melting during the day. Driving's getting better every day. A few places will have snow around for longer than others. Apparently the piles of snow they plowed off of the roads may take weeks to melt. Hee! That means there may be a little pile of snow still around for the holidays. Here's to a White Christmas!

I Survived NaBloPoMo

But only just.


How YOU doin?

Ask And Ye Shall Get Answers. Sort Of.

Here be some answers to the questions some of y'all left me in the comments the other day:

I don't collect butterflies, Cocoa, but I used to collect little stuffed sheep and sheep related things. I'm not sure why. I don't anymore, because I have nowhere to keep them. I might, possibly collect stamps. But that's not something I'd ever admit to.

My favourite colour is blue. Not too dark or too light. Just blue. I'd guess it's always been my favourite colour, but I quite like purple as well. I like red as an accent colour though.

I don't have any really early memories (no birth canal or nothin) but I do have a memory of camping that's fairly early. Actually, it's more of me looking up into the canopy of trees as the sun was being filtered through the leaves. Sounds cheesy, but you asked for my first memory and that'd be it.

McGone was wondering what movie I'm ashamed to admit I love. And dude, that'd probably be Coyote Ugly. Yep. I LOVE it. Shoot me now. Thanks.

Also, as for the five people for dinner thing. Well, if someone else is cooking and I can have dinner with them all separately, rather than one large dinner party, I'd like to have dinner with (in no particular order) 1. Jim Henson 2. Mahatma Gandhi 3. my mother's grandmother 4. David Suzuki 5. Robert Plant (in the 70s)

Slinger wanted to know how tall I am. I tell people I'm five seven, but the doctor insists I'm only five six and a bit. Pffft. What's a few inches between friends? He also asked if I liked Elvis. Which I do. (Whom I do?) As for how much money is in my wallet: there is $18.50. I may work a lot, but that doesn't mean they pay me a lot.

Speaking of work. Slinger also asked the fifty dollar question: What's my job? (In general terms) And,well, that's the one question I'm going to skirt around. I'll say this much: my job takes a specific degree, people generally respect what I do while telling me my job is easy, and, last but not least, if you knew what my job was, you'd understand why I don't talk about it.

Kay. There you go.

Later, dudes!

Baby, It's Cold Outside

There might be a tiny bit more snow tonight or tomorrow, but the weather's going to warm up and turn to rain soon enough. Today was clear and super cold, and the driving was a little swervy, but it was just gorgeous out there. I didn't take my camera and smacked myself in the forehead after the most beautiful sunrise I have ever seen. So, today I wanted to post yesterday's snow photos before we head back into our more normal winter weather. They're all best viewed large, I think. Oh, I had to put 'em in three posts cuz I couldn't figure out how to download them into one big post. (Yeah, I know, I'm a dork) Now I'm heading back under my blanket. It be cold in this here apartment!

Let It Snow,

So totally Canadian, eh?

The tree outside my window,
all heavy with snow!

A lot of the city's old oaks couldn't handle
the weight of the wet, heavy snow and broke.
There were a lot of people without power because of it.
Poor trees!

The trees that weren't falling over were
busy looking all pretty like this!

Let It Snow,

Oceanfront sledding!

Local traffic. Or, not! : )

Er. I can't seem to find my feet.

Kids having a blast sledding in Beacon Hill Park.

Let it Snow!

It was so cold, most of the wires had a
donut of frozen snow around them.

Brrrrrrr, icicles!

Winter Wonderland

It was a gorgeous day. Sunny, clear, crisp, cold. Photos like this are usually reserved for our local ski hill, a three or four hour drive away.

This was taken five minutes from my house at Beacon Hill Park. Awesome.

I'm sorting through the rest of my photos to find some more to make ya'll jealous!

A Real Live Snow Day!

It didn't let up.

My work is closed.

THIS IS AWESOME!

You Have No Idea How Happy This Makes Me

I know many people have this image of Canada as a frozen land of snow and igloos. (No, seriously. In my travels I've been asked, honestly, if I lived in an igloo and how much snow I get.)

The truth of the matter is that I've never seen an igloo, or dog-sleds, I fall down when I try to ski and it doesn't snow that often where I live.

Which is why I'm so frigging excited by the fact that upon my awakening this morning, I looked out the window to see SNOW!

WOO HOOOOOOO!



Now I just have to decide if I'm going out in it or if I'm dedicating myself to my blanket, my couch and some hot tea.

Decisions, decisions.


PS Sounds like we're going to have heavy winds later too. Which means swirly snow going wooooosh. I may have to head over to my Mum and Dad's to watch Christmas videos early!


PPS I had really great sex in my dream last night and I can't remember who the seriously hot guy was. Damn.


UPDATE: Look: Cool huh?

I Don't Care What This Post Is About, Just As Long As There Is No Asterisk In The Title

Yeah, sorry about that. Didn't realize I was doing it until I'd already done it,what? Three times in a row now?

By the way, did you know that * is hard to spell? Or, maybe just weird to spell. See, I've always thought of it as "Asterix" not... Astericks.. Asterik... Assterricks. Asterisk. Yeah. I had to look it up. And all I could think of was.. "what about Obelix?" Apparently my childhood has had me mispronouncing asterisk all these years. ( And I will continue mispronouncing it damnit! Asterix!)

Anyhoo.

I was driving home from work the other day thinking that I love the songs I have on my iPod shuffle. So... for your amusement (or, because I can) here are the 10 songs that came up randomly right now when I played my iPod.

This one's for you Obelix!

-Going to California - Led Zeppelin (oh! We haven't gotten into my obsession yet, have we?)

-One More Night - Stars (nice, but I'm not in the mood for it right this second)

-Mushaboom - Feist (awesome. kind of just a happy song. I randomly heard this song one day and ended up going to see her live. Loved her!)

-Let Go -Frou Frou (ok, I really love this song. Inspiring somehow.)

-Wonderwall - Ryan Adams (Best. Cover. Ever.) (Let's just pretend I didn't first hear it on the O.C. ok? )

-Three Little Birds - Bob Marley & The Wailers (Every little thing gonna be alright. That's what I like to hear, my brother.)

- Cowgirl in the Sand (live) -Neil Young (I've always liked Neil. I saw him live at Farm Aid a couple of years ago. Could have died happily at that moment. It was amazing, transcendent. Really.)

- Closer to Fine- Indigo Girls (Woah! Haven't heard this one in ages. That's what I love about Shuffle. This is a great song. Gets me motivated and inspired. And it reminds me of one of my best friends. We used to sing it together in University. Great song)

- Nothing Like You and I - The Perishers (Meh. I'm not in the mood for this one right now either. Good song though)

- Waiting For My Real Life to Begin - Colin Hay (oh. This one can make me cry. First heard it on Scrubs, which is an amazing show and makes me laugh and cry all at once. Colin Hay has written some gorgeous, touching songs.)



Well! That was fun! I think I'll do that again sometime.

This Is Kind of Exactly How I Feel Right Now *

"I... I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING WITH MY LIFE!

I-I'm thinking of getting into male modeling-o-or maybe high finance...


I JUST DON'T KNOW!!"




* If you know where I got this from, you're my new best friend.

Proposition Gag Me**

I hereby declare that DVDs should, by law, have to include a Gag Reel.


Unless the subject of the DVD is far too serious*, I want me some laughs. And some cast bonding. And some goof-ups. And, some laughs. Yes.


All those in favour, say "Aye"!



*For example, I don't really want a Gag Reel on Schindler's List.




** That's not what I meant. Neither is that!

OKOKOKOK

I KNOW this one's been done a bunch of times and is everywhere right now, but still... If you watch this and don't at least crack a smile? Then you either have a dark, dark, tiny malfunctioning heart (a la Grinch), or you need some damn good therapy.



Laughing baby.

Just Finished The Final Episode.*

If I was a gay man, this'd be my dream:














I always liked Brian best.

Michael was too whiney.



* Yes, I cried.

Day Twenty One

Answers.
Must.
Be.
One.
Word.

Totally stolen from Melissa!

Yourself: Alive
Your partner: Unknown
Your hair: Brown
Your mother: Lovely
Your father: Wonderful
Your favorite item: iBook
Your dream last night: Sci-Fi
Your favorite drink: Bellini
Your dream car: Expensive
Your dream home: Beachfront
The room you are in: Living
Your ex: Addicted
Your fear: Wrong
Where you want to be in ten years: Happy
Who you hung out with last night: Myself
What you're not: Rich
Muffins: Big
One of your wish list items: Slippers
Time: 4:42
The last thing you did: Work
What you are wearing: Boring
Your favorite weather: Stormy
Your favorite book: Many
Last thing you ate: Mandarin
Your life: Good
Your mood: Mellow
Your best friends: Great
What are you thinking about right now: Chocolate
Your car: Sickly
What are you doing at the moment: Typing
Your summer: Relaxing
Relationship status: Not
What is on your tv: Nothing
What is the weather like: Drippy
When is the last time you laughed: Today

For Those About to Get Dumped ( I Salute You )

I've been dumped a few times. Broken up with lots, too. A few times, I've been lucky and the boyfriend breaking up with me has been kind. Sometimes, they haven't been. But, no matter how the relationship is ended, I tend to have a hard time with being broken up with.

Don't we all.

When my last boyfriend dumped me (he doesn't get the polite "break up") I did the best thing I'd ever done for my mental health. I highly recommend you do the same thing.

As what's-his-name was sitting there, lamely explaining why he could no longer be my boyfriend, I got angry. And once he had had his say, I walked around my apartment and found all his things and all the things he had ever given me. I then stood at my door and opened it.

As he was leaving, hang-dog look and all, I handed him the pile of stuff I had collected.

"But, those are gifts. I gave them to you. They're yours." He stammered.

"I don't want them anymore." I said. "Take them. Go. Have a nice life." And I closed the door behind him and all of his stuff.

Of course, I didn't stay mad long, soon enough the tears came. And the sadness and the hurt and the self-doubt and the rest of it.

But? I didn't have his stuff around to make it worse. I didn't have an old sweater of his to sit around in, or things he'd given me around to remind me he wasn't there anymore. It made it easier, not having *things* to mope about.

So. Here's some advice from a single girl. Get rid of their stuff. If that guy, or girl, doesn't want you in their life anymore, pack up their shit and give it back. If you can, do it at the time... before it all sinks in. If you can't do it then, get a friend to come over and do it for you the very next day. Do it quickly. Trust me, it matters and it helps.

Now, I'll be honest. Somewhere, I still have letters he wrote me and a couple of cards. But I tend to keep those things from all my exes. They're out of sight and I have to dig around to find them and if I do go looking for them, they're sitting there alongside romantic sentiments from other guys and that tends to help me feel better about it all.

No one likes being dumped. Especially when it's not what you wanted and you didn't expect it.

Don't make it harder on yourself than it has to be.

Get rid of the things that will remind you of what the other person has just thrown away: you.

Dear Gym Dude

Come on now, seriously. Have you not been following along?

Yes, you were cute.

Yes, I noticed you.

Yes, I noticed you noticing me.

Yes, we shared a rather lengthy, fliratious smile as I was heading out of the stretching room.

Here's the problem. When I was leaving and we were smiling at each other, I think you assumed I knew what to do next.

And dude? I so don't.

Cuz my legs walk faster than my brain thinks so by the time I got to the change room I realized that you weren't just smiling at me but were SMILING at me and by then it was too late. I couldn't walk back into the stretching room and strike up a conversation cuz...well, that'd be weird and there's the whole shy thing I've got going on. *sigh*

So next time (if there were to be a next time) follow me or say something or, I dunno, hand me the "How to Get a Date" manual and tell me what pages I need to read, because obviously I never picked up a copy and all you cute boys seem to assume I've read it.

Come on now. Let's get it together dudes.

Help a girl out would ya?

Listen

We're really lucky here that we get a lot of cool music coming through.

I know I've mentioned some before, but I want to make sure you're listening.

Of all the artists I've seen this summer, here are the ones that hit me the most.

Right now these guys are largely unknown, but they should be known. They will be known.

If you don't know them already, check out

Feist

City and Colour

Xavier Rudd.

Listen to more than a few of their songs. I'll recommend my faves if you don't know where to start.

(Also, if you don't already know 'em, check out the Tragically Hip, Canada's darlings. Also, maybe check out The Streets if you like it a little heavier. I've never seen The Streets, but admire his work. The Hip are coming to town in January and I'm SO excited!)


Mmmmmmmmmm, music.

*blissful sigh*

Hi

It's 10pm on a Friday.


I'm just getting home.


From work.


Did I mention the ass kicking?



Yeah.

To The Single Guys Out There

Please note the distinct lack of ring on my left ring finger.

Please hear that I do not mention a husband, boyfriend or partner.

Please do not assume I am married.

If you assume I'm married without asking or checking or finding out from... oh.. anyone? Well then you're never going to ask me out are you?

No.


I am very much not married.



That is all.

OK, That Was Seriously Hot

I was innocently driving home from work today when I passed a couple of cyclists on their bikes doing some training. They seemed cute, in their outfits and helmets and, did I mention their hot bodies? No? Well that was kind of nice too. With the muscles and all. Tight and firm and... ...

Sorry, I started drifting off there a little.

Anyway. One of the guys was drafting off of the other and as I drove by them, I *may* have glanced over to check them out. I'm not sure, I forget. (Besides, one of them had curly blonde hair sticking out of his helmet and I'm a total sucker for curly blonde hair, it's not my fault.)

Just after I passed them, the blonde guy pulled out and started drafting behind my car. I smiled to myself and tried to keep a consistent speed for him. Now, I need to point out, this guy was biking along behind my car. Travelling 50 clicks. (that's km for you US readers) It was totally impressive and very hot.

I was having a hard time keeping the car going. I wanted to pull over, grab him off of his bike, rip his tight outfit off and have my way with him right there on the side of the road. (Having first brought my car to a full and complete stop safely, of course)

Just when I thought I was going to start drooling, the car in front of me slowed down for a red light and I had to brake.

Dude took off, travelling FASTER, never to be seen again.

Hot.

There's something so sexy (not to mention inspiring) about watching someone doing something physical really, really well.

If only my license plate was my phone number.

*Sigh*

The Pusher

I can't be bothered looking for groups posting about this so can any of you out there who use Blogger tell me why I should switch to the "new" blogger? They're sure stuffing it down my throat right now and quite honestly, I don't feel like having to switch. Especially to a google-account run blog.

Anything I should know? Opinions?

Please Leave a Message

My phone is set to go to voice mail after three rings.

Usually this isn't a problem. My apartment is small and I have one phone in my bedroom and one, portable phone in my main room. Phone rings? I can get to it pretty quick.


Unless I can't find the portable phone.

Or I forget the portable phone is charging because it's out of batteries.

Um....yeah.

Ooops.

I Got, Got, Got, Got No Time

Work is kicking my ass right now.


KICKING. It.


It's crunch time. One of several the year will throw at me.


I know this isn't relevant to you... except for the fact that the time I used to devote to thinking about, and writing posts is (so very sadly) currently being used for work stuff. I'm hoping it won't last long, but... yeah.


Smack dab in the middle of NaBloPoMo is not the greatest time to be short of time and things to say and I got no time to think up good thoughts 'n write em down, so help me out a little here.


What would you like to hear or know? What can I tell you? Anything? Anyone? Bueller?

Sweet

Guess what (who) I just pulled out of my bathrobe pocket?

Nice!

Uh

I have a day off and apparently nothing to say.

I'll be back later.

Go read some good stuff somewhere.


Update: Yeah, still got nothing. Stupid work, taking up all the space in my brain.

Another update: So I have a day off, right? And I went to the gym on my day off, right? So... why, exactly was there a client from work at the gym? On my day off? I'm going to eat chocolate now. On my day off.

Oh, and one more thing: One of my totally awesome buddies gave me a neck rub Saturday night because I whined and because we were so enjoying the Studio 60 he had recorded and convinced me to watch (after we had spent several hours killing bad guys on City of Heroes. I LOVE being a geek!) So, it's two days later and my shoulders still hurt. But they hurt in that "we got a massage" kind of way. What's that all about? Ow. Maybe I need another massage? Or a personal masseuse at my beck and call? Yes! That's exactly what I need!

Or maybe a heating pad.

It Was a Dark and Stormy Night

No... really.

We've got a wind warning and all! It's awesome. I'm secretly hoping for a power outage.

Except.... I just told y'all that I want a power outage, so I guess it's not so much a secret anymore.

Wish me luck! I'm heading back under my blankets on the couch. Wheeeeeee!

A Thought For Troubled Times

Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia.

~ Charles Schulz

Remembrance Day

When I was younger, I thought I had all the answers. I had no understanding of why someone would go to war. I had devoured Wilfred Owen's war poem "Dulce et Decorum Est" in highschool. I thought its message needed to be shouted from the rooftops. War was wrong, not glorious and wonderful. I was so angry that soldiers were allowed to believe the old lie. How could it possibly be noble to die for one's country? How could they have it so wrong?

I was sad that veterans had died, but I was also angry that they insisted on glorifying war and violence.

How could I have had it so wrong?

In 1998, Steven Spielberg created "Saving Private Ryan". The movie generated a lot of buzz. I wasn't interested in yet another "war is cool" movie so I wasn't going to watch it.

Just before the movie opened, I came across a television show interviewing veterans of the Second World War. These men had just finished watching a screening of "Saving Private Ryan" and were being asked how they felt about the movie and its portrayal of war.

These men, decorated soldiers all, strong men who had lived through a World War and come back to the rest of their lives, were moved. Many to tears.

They explained that the opening scene of the movie was the first time anyone had ever shown on film what it was actually like to step onto the beach at Normandy and face the pure horror that awaited them. The veterans talked about the movie showing war as it actually was; a terrifying, horrible, gory, deafening, overwhelming hell on earth. A time when you were luckiest if you died quickly. They talked about their teenage selves confronted with seeing their best buddy die in their arms or in front of their eyes as the bullets exploded around them. Their stories were riveting. Their reactions to the movie even more so.

So I went. I watched, I learned, I felt, I was horrified, I cried, and finally, I understood.

That movie showed me what those men had had to live through. It helped me understand what they had to endure. It showed me that the sacrifices those young men and women made during the first and second World Wars was beyond my imagining. It showed me that I was wrong.

I was wrong to have felt so self-righteously that I did not give respect to the men and women who fought for freedom so many years ago. Never had I been so wrong.

I do not believe in war. I do not believe in violence.

But, I do believe that the veterans who were part of the first and second World Wars deserve my thanks, my respect, and my honouring them and their memory.

I am sorry. I am sorry I thought I knew it all. I am sorry I did not respect their choices. I am sorry I didn't know what they went through. I am sorry they had to see what they did. I am sorry they had to go to war. And I want to thank them, today, on Remembrance Day.

To the veterans of World Wars I and II, thank you.

Thank you for your sense of duty and your sacrifice. Thank you for my freedoms and rights.

I will carry your torch. I will remember you.

11/11/2006

"In Flander's Fields"

By John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Lest we forget.

Sway

I've been renting tv shows on DVD and am mid-way through season 2 of Veronica Mars. (I know, I know, but you try watching it and not loving it! It's good and interesting and the characters are charming. Don't judge me! Stop it!)

If you know the show at all, maybe you'll understand what I'm talking about. (If you have NO idea what I'm talking about, know this: Veronica is the sweet but cool heroine. Logan is a misunderstood bad boy.) I've always liked Logan. I felt badly about it during the first part of season 1 when he was such a nasty, icky guy. I still liked something about him though. And Veronica eventually did too. Clever girl. (I'm boring you to death, I know) Anyway.

I was sitting here with nothing to say, wondering what on earth I'd ever find to post about, when all of a sudden Veronica grabbed Logan at a Sadie Hawkin's dance and danced with him while The Perishers' Sway played in the background. (The Perishers opened for Sarah McLachlan here by the way. They were great. Give them a listen.)

I know I'm a sucker for romance but still . . . . how could you not watch that moment and cheer for the two of them finding their way back together?

I'm not sure where I'm going with this.


Maybe it's just to say that I wouldn't mind if a special someone wandered into my life.




Or, maybe I'm wondering where my Logan Echolls is.





Or, maybe, more to the point, I wish my highschool years had involved that many cute boyfriends.

Someone Explain it to Me Please!

A while ago, I talked about a guy I maybe might kind of have liked, possibly.

Well, I ran into him again today.

I told him he should come sit at our table but he didn't, even with our mutual friend sitting with me, so I figured he was making the point that he wasn't interested in me. No biggie. Move on.

An hour or so later, we both get up for coffee at the same time and he comes over to talk to me and there's some talking and a few nudges from him. No, really, nudges. And a tickle.

So, what's the deal? Is there a deal? Can some male explain it to me here?

My take (er, guess) is that he's not interested, but doesn't see why that means he can't be friendly, so he's setting us up to be friends.

Am I right, or what? Are there secret signals I'm missing? Are there obvious signals I'm missing? Do guys even consider these things?

You boys are so weird.

Liar, Liar, Soul on Fire

This past weekend, I became a Godparent. It was an honour to be asked, especially considering I love the kid to pieces and am happy to be a part of her life.

I'm not the real, official, Godparent seeing as I'm not Catholic, but I was allowed to be a part of the ceremony, which was cool.

I do believe in a God of some sort. A higher being, something out there greater than me. And because I think of myself as a spiritual person I did not feel like a hypocrite as I answered the questions the priest asked.

I was answering "I do" and "I will" at all the proper times when I ran into a problem. A moral dilemma. A crisis of faith?

You see, the priest was asking us if we rejected Satan.

For sure, I thought to myself. I'm all over the rejecting of Satan and his evil ways. Satan is bad. Boo Satan.

"I do!" I responded.

Then, the priest asked us if we rejected all of Satan's temptations.

Hang on here just a second, said my brain. ALL of his temptations? I don't know about that. I mean, I'm totally cool with rejecting murder and adultery and all that.... but I'm not sure about rejecting the whole pre-marital sex thing. And rock and roll? Yeah, I like that too. Uh oh...

I felt stuck. I didn't want to interrupt the whole ceremony to ask if I could maybe reject, like, 98% of Satan's temptations and still be an OK Godparent or if that would exempt me from the job?

So, I lied. In church. Before God and everyone, I nodded and said that yes, I rejected all of Satan's temptations. Every last one. ( Even the sex before being married one.)

And then I waited

To be smote. Or struck down.

But, God didn't smite me, for He is wise and knows the goodness of my heart and stuff.

He did, however, allow me to forget my cell phone at the place I was staying at, thus rendering me cell phoneless for the foreseeable future. He wanted me to know He was mildly unamused by my fibbing, I think.

I've learned my lesson.

Along with not murdering and not cheating on a spouse and stuff, I promise I will teach my Godchild to not tell lies in church.

Bra Shopping For Men

So yeah. I used to work at a bra shop. We sold other stuff too but I won't get into details.

No, really, I won't.

I thought I'd put together a few hints and tips for guys who find themselves in a lingerie department.


Bra/Lingerie Shopping 101:

If you want to buy your girlfriend a bra that will fit her, either ask her or check on the label of her bra. You need to know a number and a cup size. (Please, gentlemen, learn what those mean. The cup size is the A, B, C, etc. The number is the 'size' of her body under her breasteses. Like a belt size. The cup size comes from a comparison of the "chest girth" and the boobie size.)

Be aware that even if you get the right size, the bra or lingerie still might not fit. Get a gift enclosure. The companies don't always stick to the standard measurements. Bastards.

Don't ask the salesgirl if you should buy a size down "just to be nice". She can't answer that for you. You know your girlfriend better than she does. Would she be happier getting a pair of small panties or a pair that fit? Can't help you there. Sorry.

Don't stand and rub the material on the silky items for too long. Actually, don't rub them at all. A touch is ok, a "rub" is creepy. Trust me.

If you don't know the size of your girlfriend's.. uh... assets, don't ask the salesgirl to guess. She won't know either.

If you're going through a sex change operation, let the salesgirl know at the start of your conversation. If you don't, she'll be wondering *why* you're asking for a fitting. She may, in fact, call security on you.

Oh, and? Don't ask the salesgirl if she'll "try it on for you", even if she's "just the same size" as your girlfriend.




Now, go out there and shop safely boys!

Not Belonging to a Club That'd Have Me as a Member

Sometimes what makes a guy interesting is his interest in me.

Now, that sounds really arrogant and that's not how I mean it.

It's more like "Hmm, he's interested in/likes me? That's interesting. I wonder what makes him tick? I wonder what makes him the type of person that'd be interested in me?"

Sometimes a guy I might not have originally considered becomes a consideration when his buddy or my buddy mentions the fact that he wants to get to know me. That makes me take notice.

Am I making any sense?

No? Didn't think so.

Confession

I've seen Robert Plant live in concert twice.

Once, with Jimmy Page.

Once, with the Strange Sensation.

Both times?

I cried.

True story.

Mellow

My internets aren't working very well (read: at all) this morning. I can't keep on stealing my neighbour's wireless (sorry neighbour!) so bear with me if I'm not around much today. (you probably won't notice anyway)

I'm trying to not throw my computer against anything because I really like my computer. I'm trying to stay all calm and zen.

The loud noise across the street isn't helping.

Neither are the cats that woke me up last night at 3am with their VERY LOUD fighting.

I'm going to go do some laundry now.

Ohmmmmmmmmmmm.


UPDATE: Woo hoooooo! Me fixed it! Internet now very fast! HAPPY!

But those cats were really loud.

Higher Education

Apparently out East there's a saying "Clapping for Credits" that's equivalent to calling something a Mickey Mouse course or Basket Weaving.

I laughed out loud when I heard it. Clapping for Credits.

Why couldn't I find any of those kinds of courses when I was getting my degrees?

Rush, Rush, Rush, Rush, Rush!

The speed of life has increased exponentially since I was a kid. My life is being dictated to me by marketers and I don't like it.

Think about it:

Summer has just begun and the stores are filled with "Back to School" signs.

The end of August rolls round and it's time to buy Hallowe'en candy.

As we edge into September the Hallowe'en candy sits next to Christmas cards.

October brings full-on Christmas displays.

October, people!

Once we pass American Thanksgiving, it's Christmas shopping frenzy. Madness on the roads, in the malls, everywhere. It's a panic.

And then we hit Boxing Day Sales and, by the way, are you ready for Valentine's Day?

January and February lead us to the most romantic day of the year, at which point we're reminded that the Easter bunny is going to be here any moment!

Easter? Well, that's just a milli-second before Summer, isn't it? Are you skinny enough for your bikini? Where will you take your holiday? You'd better decide because

it's time to go back to school.

And it starts all over again.

Not only do I feel rushed, I feel sad. I used to anticipate Hallowe'en in the week (or maybe the two weeks) leading up to it. I used to look forward to putting up our Christmas lights the first non-rainy weekend in December. I used to be able to celebrate my January birthday without staring at giant red hearts in the stores.

Why are we rushing? Who said?

And who's supporting this frenzy to buy out the next holiday before we've even reached the current one? It's not me.

Can't we have Hallowe'en fun and decorations in late October, Christmas carols and shopping in mid-December and pink hearts and chocolate the second week of February? Can't we have times when the stores are just for shopping? Shopping for stuff? Non-denominational, non-holiday, non-Hallmark stuff? Like, socks?

Please?

I'm so tired of rushing!

It's November, can't we just be here?

The Force is Strong With This One

I just saw this and couldn't resist posting it after my last post and the hilarity it seems to have inspired. So...



Borrowed from the lovely Dooce's photostream....



the world's most AWESOME dog...


Chuck!


As Yoda!

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