My current fave Canadian political cartoon. Thank you, Patrick Lamontagne.
This is for mOm. Art and cancer.
I said to Paul IF YOU WANT ME TO COOK IT YOU MUST BUY IT. So there’s a fresh turkey in my fridge, and I now have Katie, Alex, Keith, Paul, Rob W, Mike M, possibly one other person from Mike’s work and I hope Tammy for Christmas Eve dinner. It’s a family plus orphans dinner!!!
Today I have to buy vegetables and hopefully I’ll remember the cranberry sauce. Also I need to lay on at least a couple of bottles of wine and some beer.
I’m seeing Tammy for lunch at Granville Island today. Hope it’s the Keg, I am dying for lobster.
If you like Downton Abbey, you must see the Christmas Text to Santa special, in which George Clooney appears. Happy sigh.
Andrew Wakefield, you are POND SCUM. Or, a carelessly formed biofilm of dubious utility.
Family drama is blergh. But I like watching it sometimes anyway. My reaction. (Sorta for Jeff, who’s doing a complete TNG rewatch). I’m talking other people’s families… I am doing okay.
Chocolate cake for breakfast, FOR REASONS.
Heavy sighs for all the dust I’m going to raise getting the living room ready, har har.
Sexism takedown. Funny military story.
Poop is Coming – to infinity and beyond. Ad astra per fecula!
Mindblowing investigation into how our nervous system could help with infectious disease diagnosis.
Alex will be at church with Katie, or so it was arranged and I piously hope will come to pass. I do coffee today so it’s even money whether or not I get to be upstairs for the homily portion. Sue is taking me in early and I’ll do an inventory and see if there’s enough of whatnot for coffee etc., then cross the street and pick it up. Happy daze. Should be a good homily though. Marilyn asked me to do another homily for January 4 – one of the worst attended days of the year – so I’m going to do what I can to boost the numbers. If you’re reading this, why not come to church that day!!??
THE GREAT YULETIDE COOKIEPALOOZA happens next Friday. It will turn into a filk. A messy messy housefilk, with crumbs and greasy thumbprints on the music. Yes, indeed. Thanks to Tom and Peggy for hosting. We will also have the AMERICAN CONTINGENT, being the uber crafty Jeri-Lynn and the suavely geeky Jeff. Who are just so awesome. Cindy and possibly others will attend also.
It’s raining. After yesterday’s glorious sun (which I got to walk around in, thanks to Paul not understanding that the Brighton Costco parking lot at 11 am is the worst fucking place in the known universe and how long precisely has he been living in Burnaby grumble grumble, but no harm done). I drove through the parking lot and then drove back to Planet Bachelor and walked home from there, accompanied by Keith who just felt like continuing the conversation, which was pleasant, and made the walk back go in an eyeblink. I needed the exercise. I really wanted to pick some stuff up at Costco because there’s some bread there I can’t find anywhere else plus cheap butter and you know, baking, but perhaps I can borrer the car. Apart from the walk and the abortive Costco trip I basically stayed in bed crying all day, but I’m feeling much better now. Tammy is coming in December! Conflikt 8 (I can scarcely credit it…) is coming! And I still haven’t registered or figured out how I am getting there. If I’m staying extra long I may need to like, bus it. Bleaaugh.
I love my mOm and pOp. mOm provided the correct stream of unfiltered bubbliness (occasionally going off mike to inform pOp of my responses) to assist with my bad case of the Marthambles – why, she’s better than a dose of Dr. Tufts finest elixir.
Still no cat. I suspect what has happened is that the daughter has flung herself on the ground and pleaded her mom not to let Autumn go and the mom has been too embarrassed to tell Jeff she’s changed her mind, but perhaps Jeff is right and it’s just taking longer than expected. Sometimes I think this culture is so indulgent to its children because these are the last good days and everybody’s trying to make them seem extra special.
I removed an incredible amount of hair surplus to requirements from Margot yesterday. She was not amused.
Day five of Vitamin D, Vitamin C, B6, probiotics and MSM. I am definitely feeling less achey, except for my hands, which is making me not want to play my Otto.
Jeff’s playing computer games on line with somebody, I assume Andrew – I can hear him talking to somebody on the headset. “I think we just combined to kill one of our own tanks!” is the latest.
With sadness, I have cancelled the piano lessons. He wasn’t listening to my course corrections and I’m not paying a man $35 bucks an hour to ignore me when I can have it for free any time I want on the internet.
My most recent painting is an unmitigated disaster. I am going to paint over it. I got the colours right but the design has much suckage – I think I’ll paint over it as a zombie heart.
Now to make a chocolate cake for church and figure out what I am going to wear. And I have to remember to take a tape measure, for I mean to measure some crania, I do, I do, for future hatmaking endeavours. Hats and spats. Cravats with cats. Fingerless gloves and pleather utility belts. I have to figure out how to make a living, and since there seems to be an inexhaustible interest in the steampunk aesthetic, I shall pursue that hobby for a while.
I read this book – which turns out to have been almost entirely ghostwritten – dozens of times as a kid growing up. I can recite dozens of jokes from it.
I didn’t like the elder Hope, but the Bob Hope of the Road movies was a funny, funny guy. Here’s an article about that.
Yay! I got almost a decent night’s sleep.
The ongoing crisis looms a little closer to North Americans. Sell your Airline stock. I’ve asked Paul to retire. Or to consider it if and when we get an Ebola sufferer coming through town via YVR.
Katie is having a rough go, poor lassie, not getting enough sleep.
Turkey soup is bubblin’ away.
Jeff’s at work and going to bring home treats. I am going to curl up with Thomas Piketty.
This is to describe the rhodopsin visuals. There are two tricky things about the painting. One is that I used fabric paint, and the other is that the centre colour, this sickly orangey yellow, has both copper and glow in the dark paint in it. Hopefully it will look very odd if you come upon it in the middle of the night. I decided to leave the teal parentheses out, as they would actually be very hard to render on top of this lumpy paint, and I already like the effect.
Once there was a man who when his girlfriend was moving out had to wait another week because the elevator broke.
Then the truck broke down.
SRSLY. WTF. For a while there we thought maybe this move wouldn’t happen, but after about 6 hours the truck magically appeared.
Anyway, Mike and I had already run away to the Paddlewheeler Pub during Fraser Fest and people watched and ate snax and drank beer. We went back to his place and met up with the ex and it was reasonably civilized (I left the room).
I have absolutely no tolerance for fun anymore, I came home and collapsed. Now it’s three in the morning and I’m awake. Heavy sigh.
Don’t expect much out of me in the next little while. I’m axtually gonna read Piketty’s Capital in the 21st C because apparently you’re nobody until you do. It’s a doorstop.
A lovely time filking yestreen at Tom and Peggy’s, Cindy also in attendance. I got to sing soprano for most of the evening, which is fine if I’m not singing loud.
I hope everybody has a happy pride day! or not.
I light a candle for pOp, and he knows why. You have a visit from Jeff to look forward to, and once he’s back I’ll come out and see you.
Got a call back from an employer NOT A FRICKIN AGENCY. I have to wait another week.
Saw, and loved, Edge of Tomorrow (stupid name, good movie though; it’s Starship Troopers meets Groundhog Day.)
Jeff and I have been permanently ruined by A Pervert’s Guide to Ideology. Mr. Nosepuller told us to pay attention to the recreation of the couple, and now it’s in every single thing we watch.
Made wordcount yesterday and practiced.
I very much enjoyed this cartoon. SFW.
This is the best novel I’ve read since the 40 rules of Love, and it’s a really really different book. I am finding it enthralling reading. (Except for the typos, and there were a couple of doozies). Historical characters – snared in conflicting loyalties and pushed to the snapping point time and time again, broken on the wheel of tyranny -command attention from every page. Superlative. His prose has the effortful grace of a bird of prey taking off. He calls Hitler ‘the sleepwalker’. Yesterday I watched a documentary on the death of Stalin for more background.
Hymn sing yesterday at Tom and Peggy’s was wonderful, and I took a cilantro salad based on the one Sandra taught me. (oh god, the food she fed me…. it was amazing, stellar, eye popping, wonderful). Two bunches cilantro wash the hell out of them pick them over and chop. One rinsed can kidney beans, make em yourself if you can. A cup of walnuts, broken up. Rather more garlic than you would think necessary, minced. Lemon juice all together maybe three tablespoons. No salt, no pepper. I’m also going to try this with parsley.
Jeff and Katie went to Wreck Beach yesterday. I would have gone, but I put out my knee somehow and every time I go up and downstairs my eyebrows bob up and down and I puff and blow in a most elderly way.
I read mOm what I wrote in Madawaska and she laughed in all the right parts. Now on to more serious bits. It can’t all be waltzes and comedy.
Also, I started saying Sing It Sister on my facebook, and now about half a dozen people have adopted this. heee I am a very influential person, but it’s hard to tell sometimes.