I would just like to re-affirm my strong belief that Peggy is a queen among women.
I got hold of Jan; she’ll be the first person I see in TO, and then over to Catherine’s place, where I will definitely play with drums until I’m really happy (she enumerated her percussion instruments until I was a very curious girl) and then to the Nataraj to eat with Sandy and Dowker, and then crashing at Catherine’s. Then on to Tammy’s, and uh, whatever awaits me there, which is probably singing and playing and at least the prospect of a hot tub (hey, I can dream). Then, ya, hanging out and watching really bad girly movies, oh joy at the prospect. Like, I may watch Pride and Prejudice aGAIN, it being the best girly movie of all frikkin time. Then at LEAST 12 hours sleep, and damned be the soul that stands between me and sleep in that most desperate hour. Oh, and before I go to sleep, enough fluids to keep me hydrated for 12 hours of sleep. This is not always an easy balance to strike when you don’t want to have to get up to whiz. I wonder if anybody has ever done scientific studies on this. In my mind, I have just become a public benefactor, navigating rivers never before studied, which will shift into desert in the blink of an eye. I would like some scientist to invent a TABLE which would show me, on the basis of my bladder, age, sex, weight, and any other relevent genes, how much water I should drink before I go to sleep each night. But that’s just me raving about a world which will never be.
I distributed Valentines at work today. It was more fun than swimming, but less fun than sex. At least I got to be upright, the one position which doesn’t actively hurt these days. Oh yeah, I said, I wouldn’t complain about my back. On to the next improbability. Katie is nowhere in evidence. She slept here last night and has since moved along. I don’t phone her these days. If she has a problem either the police will call or she will. This allows me to sleep in a timely fashion. It sounds callous to the point of bloodlessness, but I’m okay with that.
I have discovered how to arrange two hot water bottles in such a fashion as to provide a reasonable heat-source facsimile of a healthy human male. I am sure I am not the only person who has ever figured this out. I remember seeing a comic about that when I was a kid.
My parents had R Crumb comics. Dr. Filk has Harold Hedd comics (which are like da GIVIN’ER Canuckistani BOMB). I very much enjoyed Art Spiegelman’s Maus; had a major major stopover at Terry Moore’s Strangers in Paradise, and now I’m a Neil Gaiman fan. But to mention Gaiman without mentioning Michael Zulli, who limned the archetypal Death and Delirium, that would be wrong. And there are SO many other amazing illustrators for Sandman, but I’m partial to Zulli. Something about the way he does hair.
Anyway, the world is looking like a whole heap of fun right now.
Cousin Gerald has a log in now. Me Happy.
In his greatness, he has discovered that the pic of the backyards with the skating rink is in Sylvan Lake, Alberta. Yeehaw!!!! I still think it’s one of the best pieces of Canadiana I’ve ever seen. …. and here’s the permalink
I am almost but not quite overcome by the excitement of my upcoming trip.
Still haven’t got hold of everybody. This VOIP line is messed up, or nobody in Toronto has an answering machine, or I don’t have the correct numbers. Or possibly there’s another explanation, but it’s odd, for sure. Guess I’ll just have to sit in Tammy’s hot tub the whole time, woe is me!!! with a side of snickering.
I am almost, but not quite finished this year’s batch of Valentines. I am hoping to curry them (courier them???) over to my cow-irkers at the sales & CS meeting, so they can take them to my US cow-irkers later. The meeting which, once again, I was not invited to attend…. and every year it’s the same thing. I get all pretend pouty ’cause I wasn’t invited, and then afterwards the participants describe their boredom, frustration and lack of pumped upness in Cecil B. DeMille scale terms. So really it’s good. And I’m still thrashing my way through a nasty project at work, so it’ll be nice and peaceful while I finish up preparatory to my trip.