Monday, June 30, 2003
Oh QAF. How I miss the days when 'politics' meant that Brian signed Dr. David up for the King of Babylon dance competition (the rascal) and we didn't have to EVER watch Ted having sex. Come to think of it 90 some-odd% of Tedsex on QAF has involved crystal meth. Hmmm...
Better have a good season finale.
Better have a good season finale.
Sunday, June 29, 2003
Jess and I heard 'the gays' were having a parade, so we packed up baby Caleb and took ourselves to TO. After many adventures finding a place to park near a subway stop we got to the parade. Good times there, much music, drag queeny-ness, men with hot hot abs dancing up a storm etc...
The parade ended and we walked around, got food blah blah. Then it started to rain. Just a bit, so I held Caleb under the umbrella and Jess carried the stroller. Then it started to rain like a motherbitch. Buckets, I tell you! Jess was drenched, the stroller was drenched...this meant that I got to carry him all the way back to the car. Twenty pounds of sleepy kid can get mighty heavy. But a great day had by all (despite HAIL on the way home!) and everyone liked the cute rainbow hat I made Captain Deadweight (aka Drooly, Pinchy) because he was soooo cute. Now, I must sleep.
The parade ended and we walked around, got food blah blah. Then it started to rain. Just a bit, so I held Caleb under the umbrella and Jess carried the stroller. Then it started to rain like a motherbitch. Buckets, I tell you! Jess was drenched, the stroller was drenched...this meant that I got to carry him all the way back to the car. Twenty pounds of sleepy kid can get mighty heavy. But a great day had by all (despite HAIL on the way home!) and everyone liked the cute rainbow hat I made Captain Deadweight (aka Drooly, Pinchy) because he was soooo cute. Now, I must sleep.
Thursday, June 26, 2003
Reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix in a day and a bit has reintroduced me to the forgotten world of 'massive attack' reading. This consists of reading to the exclusion of almost all else and not really stopping until the book is done. I should not really engage in this until I've finished my thesis, but Anna Karenina is waiting so patiently on my bedstand....
I got an odd email from Isaac Luchini saying that I had sent him an email with the subject "re:Spice Girls Vocal Concert". This is very odd because: #1 Only Isaac seems to have received it. #2 I don't have an address book in that email b/c I'm afraid of viruses and #3 Isaac's email is not in the address book I do have.
To me, this is all quite strange. I don't think I have a virus. Does anyone know better?
To me, this is all quite strange. I don't think I have a virus. Does anyone know better?
Monday, June 23, 2003
Congrats to my aunts Judy and Brenda, who have been together for 30 years and are planning to get officially married August 2nd!
Saturday, June 21, 2003
Grimsby or Why I live in Waterloo
This afternoon I came home to the land of Grims with bro Steve. Steve and Dad get in their usual "get a job" tiff and Steve complains he shouldn't have come home, blah blah blah, then leaves to go to a doctor's appointment. He drops in at Grandma's place around three. Then he doesn't come home. Loser brother, still pissed off at dad has taken a bus back to Waterloo. Which my family does not discover until five and a half hours later! Needless to say, we were displeased and freaked out. So after this exciting, no family dinner, picturing Steve deciding to live on the street somewhere kind of evening, I decided to call up my friend Phoebe to get a movie.
Grimsby strikes again.
So Phoebe and I are walking down the street and this big transport truck has stopped at the edge of the main street with his four ways on. The driver shouts accross the road to ask us where Sobey's is (less than a block away) and we point and continue on our way. About four seconds down the road, the guy- big black toothgap trucker type- comes almost out of nowhere and starts talking to us. Creepy. He asks us how old we are. *Insert warning sirens here* then what we do around Grimsby. That should be obvious- nothing. That's all one does in Grimsby. Bear in mind that Phoebe is being her usual polite and friendly self while I am silently trying to decide if it will scare him away if I start speaking fake German really loudly and cackling like a witch. Then, after sharing personal details about his life (bills, lonely roads, failed educational attempts) he tells Phoebe she is very beautiful and can he have her number. She tells him she is engaged and we escape at a brisk clip. Scary, dark Grimsby.
We went back to her place and watched Adaptation. A fitting end to a Grimsby day.
This afternoon I came home to the land of Grims with bro Steve. Steve and Dad get in their usual "get a job" tiff and Steve complains he shouldn't have come home, blah blah blah, then leaves to go to a doctor's appointment. He drops in at Grandma's place around three. Then he doesn't come home. Loser brother, still pissed off at dad has taken a bus back to Waterloo. Which my family does not discover until five and a half hours later! Needless to say, we were displeased and freaked out. So after this exciting, no family dinner, picturing Steve deciding to live on the street somewhere kind of evening, I decided to call up my friend Phoebe to get a movie.
Grimsby strikes again.
So Phoebe and I are walking down the street and this big transport truck has stopped at the edge of the main street with his four ways on. The driver shouts accross the road to ask us where Sobey's is (less than a block away) and we point and continue on our way. About four seconds down the road, the guy- big black toothgap trucker type- comes almost out of nowhere and starts talking to us. Creepy. He asks us how old we are. *Insert warning sirens here* then what we do around Grimsby. That should be obvious- nothing. That's all one does in Grimsby. Bear in mind that Phoebe is being her usual polite and friendly self while I am silently trying to decide if it will scare him away if I start speaking fake German really loudly and cackling like a witch. Then, after sharing personal details about his life (bills, lonely roads, failed educational attempts) he tells Phoebe she is very beautiful and can he have her number. She tells him she is engaged and we escape at a brisk clip. Scary, dark Grimsby.
We went back to her place and watched Adaptation. A fitting end to a Grimsby day.
Friday, June 20, 2003
Tip of the day:
If you don't want to have crazy dreams, don't watch the movie The Pianist right before going to bed. Not the most restful kind of happy dreams...
If you don't want to have crazy dreams, don't watch the movie The Pianist right before going to bed. Not the most restful kind of happy dreams...
Thursday, June 19, 2003
Looking for something on the internet and saw a picture of some random people at some dinner event. Their names? Jack Ryder, David Dancer, Katie Christ and Billy Bean. Do normal people have names like this? Who are these people?
Wednesday, June 18, 2003
Hey, it came back!
My picture seems to have disappeared. odd. very odd.
My dad thinks I should become a driving advertisement- www.getpaidtodrive.com I think he forgot the part where I drive a rusty old TOPAZ and really really don't want to become a corporate whore. I won't even wear slogan T-shirts. Maybe he should cover his precious, shiny Volvo in PizzaPizza stickers....
Tuesday, June 17, 2003
Oh, the future.
Step 1: Work and make money to pay for university. (the debt from, that is...)
Step 2: Figure out where to do more school. (in order to accumulate new, exciting debt...uh...knowledge)
Possible schools: 1. Vancouver Film School Cool, insano one year program. Cost: also insane. Benefits: Over in a year. In Vancouver.
2. Humber Film and Television Production Cool, more leisurely 3 year program. Cost: way cheeper. Unbenefits: Takes THREE MORE YEARS. In Southern Ontario.
Well, See You In the Future!
(my ultimate goal is to be old and exactly like Doc)
Step 1: Work and make money to pay for university. (the debt from, that is...)
Step 2: Figure out where to do more school. (in order to accumulate new, exciting debt...uh...knowledge)
Possible schools: 1. Vancouver Film School Cool, insano one year program. Cost: also insane. Benefits: Over in a year. In Vancouver.
2. Humber Film and Television Production Cool, more leisurely 3 year program. Cost: way cheeper. Unbenefits: Takes THREE MORE YEARS. In Southern Ontario.
Well, See You In the Future!
(my ultimate goal is to be old and exactly like Doc)
Friday, June 13, 2003
From the Globe and Mail review of "Dumb and Dumberer" by Liam Lacey:
If, for some demented reason (like your job), you're obliged to see this movie and stay to the end, please be warned. You may leave the theatre feeling as though someone has put a bucket on your head and hammered it with a bat for a few hours.
This is actually the film's one successful gag.
* rating: 0
If, for some demented reason (like your job), you're obliged to see this movie and stay to the end, please be warned. You may leave the theatre feeling as though someone has put a bucket on your head and hammered it with a bat for a few hours.
This is actually the film's one successful gag.
* rating: 0
Thursday, June 12, 2003
Rain makes my brain foggy and stupid. Maybe I should go outside and walk somewhere. If I wasn't so lamely unproductive I'd be finished my stupid thesis by now!
Tuesday, June 10, 2003
Last night I had a dream that I was a cheerleader and we had to wear our ugly uniforms all the time.
Saturday, June 07, 2003
Back from 'the Island'. Had a fantastic time with Vermont border guards, Ani Ani Ani in the car, sea kayaking, lobster boiling, Jenn's obsession with music videos and the Atlantic superstore, Celeste as open-mic night goddess, fixing Charlotte's boss' computers, biking around Cavendish, nearly vomiting from all the 'Anne' propoganda, eating ice cream, playing on the beach, visiting bronwyn in Quebec, getting lost a bunch trying to find a hotel in Montreal, hangin' with our friend Cory at the Harvey's in St. John, visiting Celeste's imaginary friends in Kingston, spending time notskinny dipping in the freezing cold Atlantic at night in the rain, driving over Confederation bridge at 1 am to crazy techno music, and more! So fun. I will be back soon, Maritimes!
Sunday, June 01, 2003
Summer project (as well as reading all fiction at WPL in reverse alphabetical order):
Watch every episode of Buffy in chronological order with Jen.
Progress: Season 1 Episode 5
Yes, we are big losers. We also rule.
Watch every episode of Buffy in chronological order with Jen.
Progress: Season 1 Episode 5
Yes, we are big losers. We also rule.
