Friday, July 29, 2005

Same ol' song and dance

It's time for a sing-a-long, folks! You know the words, so sing with me!

I don't have enough time to do everything I need to do before I go away for the long weekend.

Whew! Very good! Now, repeat until you're running out the door tomorrow morning at 6am!

I'm going to visit my sister in Owen Sound tomorrow. I've only been there once, in the fall, so I'm looking forward to seeing it in the summer. I'm feeling a little panicked though, because this is the sister who makes Audrey Hepburn look dowdy and frumpy, and cooks like a wiz. If I'm feeling overwhelmed, it's because I don't have my wardrobe picked out yet.

Still on my list of things to do:
  • Pack - this includes a list of related things, like "charge Gretchen", "make CD for mom", and "remember folding chair"
  • Clean my bathroom
  • Do a load of laundry
  • Clean fridge and take out garbage
  • Make macaroons (more on this in a sec)
  • Find knitting project to take with me
Also, Karen's hosting a Fantasia* party tonight, which is what the macaroons are for. I also need to remember to bring the folding chairs for this, so we'll see.

*A Fantasia party is sort of like a Tupperwear party, except with "marital aids." My mother is reading this and thinking, "I don't want to know about this." What she doesn't know is that I'm getting her birthday present here.**

**She hopes I'm kidding. Heh heh heh.

Thursday, July 28, 2005

Reason #445,342 I'm a library geek

Lookie what I got today!

I'm officially a librarian geek now

July storms bring gorgeous sunsets

We had a brief thunderstorm, followed by heavy rain earlier this evening. I noticed the light was a funny colour, so I grabbed my camera and took some pictures.

Pink sunset

The light was really that pink.

More misty pink light

This one's a little fuzzy. But very pink.


And if I looked to my left, there was a huge, bright rainbow

A few minutes later, I heard a couple of people on a balcony below me making excited noises, so I went back outside and saw this.

More double rainbow

I'm not sure where this conversation is going, but...

Kris: have you heard of richard cheese
Rebecca: Wait... is that a joke? 'Cause I think I see where it's going...
Kris: LOL - no - he's a guy who takes pop songs and makes them lounge style - if you like parody style music you'll LOVE him
Rebecca: Oh wait! Yes, I have!
Rebecca: Sorry, I though you were going to tell me an inappropriate joke
Kris: LOL - there are no inappropriate jokes rebecca
Rebecca: I'm *so* blogging that!

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

An Open Letter to the Writers and Producers of Queer as Folk

Thank you.

Thank you for Monday's episode.

It's the first season I've been able to watch first-run episodes of the show because I only started watching it through reruns of season 4 last summer. I couldn't watch it Monday because Karen was camping, so I taped it and we watched it earlier this evening. I've been hearing teasers and veiled references to something awful happening, and I've been on pins and needles since.

Wow. Just... wow.

It was powerful. It was and wasn't what I expected. The Something Awful happened, but not to who I though. I admit - without naming names, I was relieved it didn't happen to one character I like, but was shocked it happened to another character of whom I've never been particularly fond. You ended it on a tragic note - you left two lives hanging in the balance, and left Karen and I hollering at the television, "YOU CAN'T END THE EPISODE NOW! Come back!"

The closing credits? Awesome. The director for this episode? Awesome. The acting? Awesome.

Thank you for not making me rant about how much I've really disliked this, the final season. I've been unhappy with some of the plotlines - predictable and familiar, and 99 times out of 100, I've been able to predict what certain characters will do next, right up to what they're going to say. After Monday? I honestly don't think I'll be able to do that any more. I'd already half-composed my angry response to what I thought was coming, but have had to discard it in favour of this grudgingly respectful, heartfelt response.

Your show is one of the very few in which I can honestly say I care about the characters as people. (The others would be Firefly, Farscape, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer - huh. I'm noticing a trend here...) I stick up for certain characters when they act like assholes, and I'm genuinely pleased when other characters overcome obstacles. Episode 2, season 2? I get misty every time I watch it (in fact, season 2 is my go-to when I'm having a bad week.) I will miss this group a great deal when they're gone.

A straight fangirl Up North

Monday, July 25, 2005

Putting up the drop cloths

I deleted the last post because it was lame. Lame lame lame. I thought it was funny, but... not so much in retrospect. I think you need to have spent a significant amount of time doing cataloguing to have been remotely amused.

Anyways. Excuse the mess for the next little while. I'm going to try something.



I finally followed through - I have a new template for my blog. Isn't it pretty? (And if you're thinking, "Yeah, pretty garish!" then you can subscribe to the RSS feed and not have to deal with the page itself, wiseacre!)

Anyways... hi! I'm pleased that I went ahead and finished this. And I'm sorry I couldn't wait another two weeks until my one year anniversary, but I'm not an exceptionally patient person, especially when I'm this excited about something.

A few notes:

  • If you're viewing this with a screen resolution of 800x600 and you're not my mother (because I already spoke to you), could you let me know if there's anything wrong with the columns? I know that 16.16% of visitors to my blog in the last week used that resolution, so there's more than one person using that resolution. (This also goes for the other resolutions. I tried testing it on my monitor with different resolutions, but feedback is always good.)

  • If you want to see the list of blogs I read on a somewhat regular basis (it's not a complete list, but these are some of my favourites), click on the [ + / - ] to expand the list. I added a few more (and only removed one or two of the newsier blogs) because I love you all - yes, you. You too. *Especially* you.

  • (If you're just finding this blog because I've linked to you and you're wondering, "...The hell?" Hi! A brief intro - I live in Northern Ontario, am a librarian-type, like to knit and read, and have taken up bellydancing and curling. The rest of the important stuff is in my profile - the link is over to the right.)

  • I'd like to thank the librarian and knitting bloggers who link to me, despite my apparent lack of librarianish and knitting content. I will say that, although I can't really go into what I do, I get to talk to librarians every day. And there will be more knitting stuff soon - I promise. Especially since I've finished Harry Potter and working on this.

  • While a pretty template doesn't mean the content is any good, I will promise to try to be amusing, witty, and thoughtful. If that fails, I'll post pictures of cats or something.

So, again, welcome!

Update the Second:

Comments are now working again. I could say that I was at a loss to explain why they weren't working, but, as usual, I geeked up. So... sorry, guys.

Update the Third:

Umm... I was so relieved I solved the comment thing and the template thing (that was earlier today - hopefully you missed it) that I forgot about the column thing. I guess I need to put on my Nancy "Hacker" Drew hat again. Sigh...

Sunday, July 24, 2005

She's coming undone, one cell at a time

The good news is that the new template is almost finished. I just need to test it out again, and it should be ready to put into play. It may require separating the CSS and the HTML, but I'll just leave as-is until all the wrinkles have been ironed out.

The bad news is that the two functioning brain cells I have left want to go to bed. I've been at this since 10:30am, and am a bit fried right now.

"And a ship with eight sails could come 'round the bend..."

The Gloria

Five years ago, I was living in Halifax, Nova Scotia, and was between my first and second years of grad school. It was an exciting summer - it started with having my gall bladder removed, winning a scholarship to go to the CLA conference in Edmonton, and having my family come visit me. It was also the summer the Tall Ships 2000 came to Halifax.

Tall Ships 2000 was a type of race, featuring tall ships from around the world. They started from London, England or Barcelona, Spain, sailed to Bermuda, then Boston, MA, Halifax, NS, and then to Amsterdam. They were in Halifax between July 19-July 24, and the city swelled to twice its size to accommodate the tourists. There was not a hotel room to be had in the city or surrounding area - I heard of people staying as far away as Moncton, which is about 5 hours from Halifax. It was a big party - wandering the streets, you would encounter sailors from exotic climes, wearing colourful and, in some cases, elaborate uniforms. One such encounter involved a group of sailors from the Captain Miranda, with their long daggers. (The CM became known for having the biggest parties - they sailed into harbor blasting South American music.)

I lived about three blocks from the harbor, and was able to walk down whenever I felt like it. I happened to run into my aunt and uncle down there on the Saturday, and spent the day and most of the evening doing the tourist thing with them. On Sunday, my grandparents and several aunts, uncles, and cousins went out on my cousin's boat to see the ships from the water. It was an absolute zoo - everyone with any type of watercraft was out there, from fishing boats, kayaks, and yachts, to jetskis and houseboats. On Monday, the day the ships were leaving, pretty much everyone in the city was given the day off* to go down and watch the Parade of Sails. I was lucky enough to get a spot near the CBC broadcast booth, and heard about the ships as they sailed past.

Well, that was five years ago today. To commemorate the event, I scanned some of the pictures I took that weekend (grand total: five rolls of film). The rest are available here.

*Technically, I didn't get the day off. I had a meeting at 9am which took about an hour. After that, I ran home, changed, and ran down to the harbor. After it was over, I ran home again, got changed back into work clothes, and ran back to work. Since I worked in an office by myself, no one was the wiser.

She who successfully answered these questions five--

(Ten bonus points to anyone who can tell me where the title comes from)

1. If you want to participate, leave a comment below saying "Interview me."
2. I will respond by asking you five questions - each person's will be different. I'll post the questions in the comments section of this post.
3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview others in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

Thus wrote Mike, of Miscellaneous, etc. And I volunteered. And here's what Mike, a complete stranger, asked of me:

1. If you suddenly had the capability to set the reading list for every high school graduate in the country, what books would you require?

Wow, that’s a good question. It’s also been the one holding up this whole thing.

I’ve been pondering it from several angles – do I go classical? Do I go Canadian? Do I go with teen-angst? Do I go with a theme? Or do I just go with what I did in high school – all Robert Heinlein all the time?

(I’m not interested in debating the work of the late great Grandmaster, since it’s been years since I’ve read anything of his. I will say that I learned a great deal about politics, civics, leadership, and personal responsibility from his work.)

In the end, this is what I’ve come up with:

Satisfying the CanLit and teen angst criteria comes Saints of Big Harbour by Lynn Coady. A young man in rural Cape Breton copes with family, first love, and becoming the target of a malicious gossip campaign.

And because I read it in grade 10 and remember liking it, The Apprenticeship of Duddy Kravitz by Mordechi Richler. I don’t know if it stands up to the test of time, but it fills the CanLit and Classical bills. Besides, I don’t think I could subject high school students to Margaret Atwood or Leonard Cohen and still live with myself. Save them for independent reading, guys – you’ll be so much more attractive to the opposite sex cooler if you read them on your own.

Now that I seem to be stuck in the CanLit rut, let’s throw in Green Grass, Running Water by Thomas King. It’s got humour, it’s got imagery, it’s got folklore. What more could a high school English teacher ask for? (Besides someone who wasn’t as snarky and well-read as me in grade 12, I mean.)

Shakespeare, Shakespeare. Where would we be without the bard, I ask you? Let’s not do Romeo and Juliet, which makes me roll my eyes and want to rant about teenagers and hormones. Or Hamlet, who’s whiney and self-centered. Instead, let’s make the kids read Othello, which is about friendship, loyalty and betrayal. And/or MacBeth, which was another favourite of mine. If we must do "Shakespeare on love", can we do Taming of the Shrew (despite its somewhat misogynistic message, but containing the great insult “Fie, fie, thou froward and unable worm!”) or Much Ado About Nothing, with the fabulous line, “I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me.”

Moving on…

Poetry – every high school student is required to be tortured by know something about poetry. I’m going to assign them Andrew Marvel, who’s “To His Coy Mistress” is still my favourite poem since learning it in grade 9, and Edna St. Vincent Millay, because she wrote:

“Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.”

I can’t think of a more appropriate sentiment which would appeal to lovestruck and heartbroken teenagers.

Finally, short stores. Because I’m not mean, I’m going to make them read Smoke and Mirrors by Neil Gaiman, which is a most excellent short story collection. But because I do have a cruel streak, I’ll make them write a three-page essay on the story “Nicholas was…” (If you don’t know why this is cruel, it’s about two paragraphs long. But hilarious/sad, depending on your take.)

2. On your way home from work, a tanker truck full of nuclear waste tips over and permanently alters your DNA -- what super powers do you wake up with the following morning, and what do you do with them?

I’d like the ability to get by without sleep. I find it cuts into my ability to get things done.

3. Who was the worst person you ever met?

We’ll call him Future Sociopath (FS) because I fear that writing or saying his name will invoke a Beetlejuice-like reaction – he’ll spontaneously appear before me. In elementary school, he was in the grade ahead of me. He didn’t beat kids up, but he would taunt them, call them names, and insult them in ways that hurt emotionally, and then get the other psedo-bullies to do the same. In a word, he was cruel. I haven’t seen him since high school, but if I were to see him crossing the street, I’d hit the gas pedal.

4. There can be only one, while the other will be swept from the earth: Dogs or cats?

Ack! I’m a cat person, but I know there are good dogs out there! If I say dogs, can they be swept onto their own little planetoid, where there are fire hydrants and parks and ponds for them to play in?

5. What is one thing to love about living in Canada? What is one thing to hate about it?

The best thing is our diversity – we can accommodate a second official language, people from all walks of life and cultures, lifestyles, and differences of opinion. Yes – it’s a cliché, but we seem to make it work. Also, Kids in the Hall, Rick Mercer and Cirque du Soleil – we’re a funny, weird people.

The thing I hate about Canada is our geography. We’re so spread out and concentrated into a few areas, that it’s tough to get a grasp on how big this country really is. I was recently blown away when someone told me it took them three days to drive from Dryden, Ontario (which is in the very west of the province) to Ottawa, Ontario (which is in the very east of the province). It takes a week to drive from Vancouver to Halifax, and there aren’t that many major cities on the way, not like in some other countries.

Maybe I don’t hate the geography, I just hate that it takes me by surprise sometime.

Friday, July 22, 2005

"So, you heard that too?" "Yeah, but what was it?"

I'd link to the previous posts where I started this, but I'm too lazy this morning.

Actually, I've been lazy in general lately. I blame the heat - I don't operate at maximum speed when the weather goes above a certain temperature, like, say 20 degrees Celsius.

Which, is to say, that my posts have lacked a certain cohesion and/or coherence lately - or at least, they do to me. I've been operating under the certainly muddled* philosophy that any post is better than none at all, no matter how bad it is (or at least, how bad I think it is).

Part of it is knowing in the back of my mind that I have to get "caught up" and I'm falling further and further behind. Every time I sit down at my computer, I end up getting distracted and maybe not writing about certain things, or being half-assed about it.

So, in an effort to motivate/remind myself what I still need to share with everyone, here's what will be coming up in the next few days or so:
  • I have another of those interview-meme things to respond to. The questions are actually pretty good, and the reason I still haven't taken the time to answer them properly is because I have too much to say. Self-editing will be happening soon.
  • My trip to North Bay and Timmins, complete with photos of some of the wacky road signs. And - good news - I actually found something I liked in Timmins this time.
  • Actual honest-to-goodness knitting content! I dyed some more yarn, and need help identifying some mystery yarn I got in Listowell last December.
  • Minor annoyances, like my recent trials and tribulations with PayPal when I tried to upgrade my Flickr account, or how irritating it is that every time I open my iTunes lately, it always defaults to the American store.
  • Reflecting fondly on the Tall Ships, which were in Halifax five years ago this weekend.
I can't promise I'll get around to everything this weekend, but at least I have a plan.

*Did you see the recent "Daily Show" when Jon Stewart mispronounced "muggle" as "mooglie"? It was pretty hilarious - you could hear people in the audience hollering "MUGGLE!" Anyways...

Thursday, July 21, 2005

Anniversaries and birthdays

First, congrats to The 'Rents, who celebrated their 35th wedding anniversary on Monday. They met at a hockey dance (seriously - how Canadian is that?) and the rest was history. I can't tell you much about the wedding, since I didn't come along for another six years. At my sister's wedding, it just so happened that everyone in the original wedding party (except the flower girl) was in attendance, so we got to update their wedding pictures.

Secondly, happy 3rd anniversary to Denise and Mike - they met at university in first year. The first time we met Mike, he was racing towards the back door because he was certain the dogs next door were going to jump the fence and eat him. The wedding was one of the best I've ever been to - the last song the DJ played was Led Zeplin's "Stairway to Heaven", which provided many of the remaining guests with flashbacks to high school.

Finally, happy 18th birthday to my cousin Rachael. Her birthday is the same day as my parent's anniversary. I remember we were at my cousin's wedding (July 17th 18th** is a popular day in our family*) when we found out she was hatched born. Now, she sings in the choir, is in the theater group at her high school, and plays hockey, field hockey, and is a squash champ. And is an all-around good kid.

Update 7/22: Happy Birthday Rufus!

Happy Birthday Rufus!
*August 24th and 25th are also popular days - my mother, my Grandma, my aunt, and my mother's cousin all have birthdays on those two days.
** Hi! I'm a dork who can't read a calendar!

My definition of fun

Almost a month and a half ago, Jamie tagged me for a meme. I wanted to participate, but was so busy and stressed, I didn't get a chance to even think about it until the other day.

Ironically, the meme was to highlight five things you love to do to relieve stress, or just enjoy doing.

  • Staying up until the wee hours of Sunday morning, listening to CBC Radio 3 (which is just Radio 2 with louder music), and puttering around on the computer or reading. There's something appealing about staying up way past your bedtime, past closing time at the bar around the corner, doing something fun;
  • Driving around with the windows down, blaring something unexpected. It amuses me to no end to pull up next to some gangsta-thug-wannabe blasting rap, and crank the classical music (or Scissor Sisters or Rufus Wainwright or Tom Waits - y'know, the unusual);
  • Spending the entire day reading, like I did on my birthday. A few good books, no distractions, and a pot of tea are paradise after a tough couple of weeks;
  • Dinner parties that last all night, where everyone is having fun just hanging out, eating, listening to music, and laughing. Funny stories are a must, and experimental cocktails are optional.
  • Sometimes - maybe once every few months - I spend the day in the kitchen baking and cooking. It doesn't strike very often, and the weather must be cool enough that I can leave the windows open and the apartment doesn't get overheated. I usually end up giving away at least some of what I produce, but I also freeze a good portion of it.
Now, I'm supposed to tag five other people, but I'm just going to leave open for you to do.

You found me by searching for the oddest things

Normally, I'm not forthcoming on how people have found my blog, mostly because it's not all that exciting. The usual way people stumble across it is:
  • Searching for yarn and/or patterns
  • Searching for other people with the same last name as me (although, Mike Larocque seems to be a popular search - hello to everyone who gets here by searching for him, but I'm not related to him. Sorry.)
  • Searching for book reviews, or book club questions
  • Comments I've left on other blogs, or links from other blogs
However, this is the second or third week in a row that I've had someone find my blog by searching for some variation of "Ri ck Me rc er" and "To ro nto Pr id e" - do you think I know something you don't? Sorry guys - nope.

Someone also found me by searching for "she's the sweetheart of six other guys on Monday", which... I don't know what that means, but it sounds like a Tom Waits lyric. (But, apparently, is a song by the Happiness Boys, according to The Victor Orthophonic Page. I have no idea who they are, but I'm going to guess that they're a squeaky clean boy band from the 1930's, who were torn apart by internal strife.)

I'll leave the kind of strife up to your imaginations - I need to go have breakfast.

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

It takes a special kind of stupid...

... to jab yourself under your thumbnail with a hook while undoing your bra. And it's not like there was anyone there to rush taking it off for. It just slipped.

It happened Monday night and it still hurts like hell.

(Update: I should mention that I finished Harry Potter last night, and FExW and I and Robin and I have all discussed and disected it. Final verdict: meh. I liked book 5 better.)

Friday, July 15, 2005

Computer woes

I'm at the library posting this because I finally got off my lazy tush and brought my computer somewhere to be repaired. The power supply fan is making a hell of a noise when it starts up, and was starting to bother me. Parts of the computer are original, which would make them over four and a half years old now - the power supply, the motherboard, some of the RAM, and the video and sound cards. (The hard drive, DVD-ROM, CD burner and the other RAM chip/card/thingy are all less than two years old.)

And I just remembered that I forgot to mention to the person who will be repairing my computer that the hard drive felt unusually hot to the touch, and there was a funny smell (but that could have been from outside.) Maybe I should call them back.

(And the thing about the library computer is that I'm using a French keyboard. It's not all that much different - the keys are still in the "qwerty" position, but I can't find certain puncuation keys. Or, I should say, I couldn't find them until I stopped looking for them and just hit whatever key is where I normally would find them. It seems to have worked.)

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

Time off

So, I have today and the next two days off, then it's the weekend. What's a girl to do with all that time?

What I've accomplished so far:
  • Sleeping in an extra 45 minutes (so I woke up at 6:45 instead of 6)
  • Getting up, showering
  • Dropping off my rent cheque
  • Breakfast
  • TV (including watching Better Off Dead and decided I'd have been better off doing something else. It's not my favourite John Cusack movie.)
  • Talking to my mother

Usually when I have time off, I know *exactly* what I want to do with every minute, and I schedule the hell out of it, and love it. This time? Not so much. I want to read and watch videos and knit and play with the template of the blog* and not sweat too much.

Sounds like a plan.

(Update: Okay, here's what I have on the new template so far. It's not pretty by any means, but I'm quite please how it's going, considering I'm basically self-taught when it comes to CSS, and playing with the code is mostly a process of trial and error.)

*Yeah, I've been threatening to do this since, what? November? This time, I think I really mean it!

Monday, July 11, 2005

#1 Fan

It's humid and hazy up here again. And there's no end in sight, which is unpleasant. Fortunately, my parents brought me the fan which used to be in my bedroom window during the summer. It's hinged, so it can flatten out and be propped in the window, or it can be folded and used as a regular floor fan. The front grate has angled slats, and it's supposed to rotate, but it doesn't anymore.

The point is that I set it up yesterday while I napped on the futon, and ever since then I've been dragging it from room to room, outlet to outlet. It's not much, but it's better than nothing.

(And spare a good thought for anyone who has to wear coveralls and steel-toed boots in this weather. Like construction workers or road crews. Like my dad, who's a welder. It's this time of year I worry about his health more than any other time.)

Sunday, July 10, 2005

Where did the weekend go?

This weekend flew by, and it was a good one. My sister and her husband arrived shortly before 11pm, and we had some mac and cheese, did some catching up, and went to bed.

Saturday morning, Denise and I went to the market, and she got some yarn and I got some strawberries, a lavender plant, and a eucalyptus plant. Denise and Mr. Denise then went with the rest of the group (who were staying with friends' parents) to Science North. I elected not to go, since I've already been, but I met them at Deluxe Hamburgers ("home of the original golden arch") for lunch. I was convinced to go with them to the Big Nickel and Dynamic Earth, but no one was interested in going on the tour either; instead, we went back to the friend's place to go swimming in the lake. His parents have a beautiful house, and we all had a great time.

Being new to the whole night life in town, my sister wanted to reenact a true "Sudbury Saturday Night," so went with the group to The Townhouse, which is sort of a well-known dive here (I tried to convince the group to go to The Ledo, which makes other dives look classy by comparison). Denise and Lisa ended up coming back here early (I had already gone to bed at this point) and when I got up this morning, I found the two of them crashed on the futon, knitting books and yarn everywhere.

After coffee and sorting out who did what and where everyone ended up last night, the group got cleaned up and packed, and we went out for breakfast. From there, the group headed home. So, I'm left with:
A sunburn (neck and shoulders)
A watermelon I forgot to cut up
A few strawberries
Some pictures of us having fun at the lake
Neatly wound balls of yarn (thanks to Denise bringing her ball winder)
Some dyed yarn (I did that while waiting for them to get here)
Good memories.

Happily, I have time off this week. It's one of two extra long weekends I have off this summer.

Friday, July 08, 2005

Greetings from the Land of the Excessively Overcaffinated

HI! How are YOU!

caffeine I have consumed today:
1 thermos very strong dark roast coffee
1 medium Tim Horton's coffee
1 can Diet Coke
1 pot espresso (pending)

Last night, I sat down in front of the computer and had trouble dragging myself away to do anything remotely resembling housework. Tonight? Can't sit still for 0.00345734 seconds. Woo!

Things that are currently bouncing around my brain:

1. My sister and her gang are arriving sometime around midnight. That's partly why I'm caffinating myself - so I don't fall asleep before then.

2. "Mantastic" is a fun word to say. It's one of my favourite non-legitimate words in the English language.

3. I'm having trouble remembering to type the letter "n".

4. I'm a little hyper tonight, but I was surprisingly mellow in the grocery store.

5. While standing in line in the grocery store, I was reading an article in Glamour about how to tell if a man is good in bed, and one of the ways is if he's shorter than you (I don't know either. I had a "WTF?" moment myself). Anyways, they said to think of it as "man concentrate". I say, in the spirit of #2, why not call it "mancentrate"?

6. I'll probably go back and delete #5 later on.

7. On my list of things to do at work this week, I got 7 of 11 items done. Yay me! I only have two days next week to finish the rest.

8. I should go clean my bathroom. It's not that bad since I already did it last weekend, but still.
9. Today is my 11 month blogaversary.

10. And Blogger has finally fixed whatever was wrong that had left the total number of posts I've made at 77 - as of this post, I'm at 261.

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

"We've got a hostage situation in the corner office!"

It's the days where you pack a healthy lunch that you crave the bad things the most.

Salad, leftover chicken and red peppers for on the salad, carrot sticks, yoghurt, apple, and a bottle of water. Most of which were gone by 11:30am. At which point I felt like standing up and yelling, "Just give me a bag of chips and a Snickers bar and no one will get hurt!"

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

Mark this date on your calendar

I have been told on repeated occasions by many different people, most of whom have never met each other, that you are most likely to meet Mr. Right in the grocery store when you are at your worst - either sick or coming home from your workout or just generally wearing your grubbiest clothing. So, every time I go to the grocery store in one of those three states, I can't help but think that maybe, just maybe, this will be the morning/afternoon/evening that the magic will happen.

Today, I've officially decided that the above theory is a load of crap, and I will no longer try to catch the eye of the cute guy in the produce section or down the dairy aisle. It isn't working, and it hasn't worked since people started telling about this back in 1999. I. Give. Up.

This isn't to say that I'm going to start wearing kitten heels and short skirts to get a litre of milk or a loaf of bread. Just that I'm going to stop worrying about which sweater - the green velour hoodie or my hooded sweatshirt from my undergrad alma mater - looks better with the sweatpants and worn-out sandals I'm wearing.

Flying solo again

Well, The 'Rents are well on their way home now, and I'm still sitting here, trying to muster the enthusiasm to do something productive. I took yesterday off so I could go shopping with my mother (final haul: new accent pillows for my futon, and pillows for sleeping with), and today off so I wouldn't have to try and hustle them out the door at 8am, like I did last year. Instead, we had a leisurely breakfast while my mother and I argued over the crossword puzzle for a while. ("What's 68 down?" "I don't know - I'm still on 23 across." "I think it's 'epic'" "That doesn't work with 34 down, though." "No, but it fits." "But then 42 across is wrong!" "Who cares? It fits!")

And now, I'm all on my own again, with the annoying whine of my computer to keep me company.

This is only temporary, mind you. Denise called Sunday night after she and her hubby got back from Chicago to tell me that she and Lisa and the husbands are coming to Sudbury on Friday night, and could they crash at my place? So, I guess this means another few days of trying not to make a big mess and trying to plan meals for a few days. It's not going to be as hard as when the 'Rents came, since I haven't been away for a week and running low on everyday staples, as well as things like flour and oatmeal and paper towels. I'm very much looking forward to it!

And I'll also be able to bug Mr. Denise and see if he knows what the annoying whining noise coming out of my computer is. I have a few days off next week, and will be able to take it into Future Shop and have them look at it.

Friday, July 01, 2005

Oh Canada!

Husky flag

Happy Canada Day, y'all!

Today was mostly spent down at the arena, celebrating the multicultural nature of our fair country. All the different cultural groups had food booths set up - the Serbians had the best desserts, but the Ukrainians and the Polish booths had the longest lines (for perogies). The Afro-Canadian society had the most colourful costumes, as did the Koreans. I sampled some of the cookies at the Serbian booth, and had Korean dumplings and a spicy Indian somosa.

Now, I'm going to forage for food (hey! it's late!) and hit the sack. The fireworks, which I could sort of see from my balcony, are over now. It was a good day, overall.