November 2007 – Page 5 – Allegra Sloman's blog

Tattoo you

My mother has a tattoo. Don’t worry, she didn’t have a Raging Granny fit and have Fred Astaire in a top hat engraved on her bosom; it’s the merest few dots for the siting of the radiation. My father has now had occasion to ask an uncaring universe why it is that he is now sleeping with a tattooed grandmother. Age spares us no indignity, as a great man once remarked. Continue reading Tattoo you

So much for supplements

Think food.

Weeds and Food

I have now watched all of the first season of Weeds, and frankly I loved it, especially the stoner brother in law. I further loved the notion that the lead could pop a cap in a rat’s ass in her own house without turning a hair, although rats do NOT die if you get them with a pellet gun; they just bleed furiously and vamoose. Folks, a little realzm, plz.
I am currently cooking a double batch of biscotti for the United Way bake sale at work, and I am also making (daa daa daa daaaaa!) the dreaded Tapioca. I am going to buy my tapioca pearls from Stuporstore in future, these larger ones take an age to cook. It’s pushing an hour now.

I am staring at my packing list with panic, fear and loathing. Why am I getting on an airplane? Why am I travelling so goddamned far? The weather is going to suck and I’ll probably get dengue fever.

Cry laughing

I know, I know, I didn’t think it was possible to find an internet video funnier than that incredible Dutch Kids Show. But the internet is a place where lurketh many funny things. Like This

cute cute cute

Did I mention cute?

Self referential & others….

Great jokes

Unbelievable Xray. Beautiful girl!

The bugs are biting.

Metal mouth

My teeth ache from trying to play a Jaw Harp. In other news, I now have a guitar strap and can stand while playing. I practised Lady of Komarr, which I wrote this time last year. I think the last time I played it was at the disastrous Orycon 06.

Quelle Journee

I really DID NOT want to go to church today, but I decided, since I had booked the car, that I might as well run the errands and go to church as planned (actually, I didn’t even want to leave the apartment – but I’ve realized that this way lies madness).

SO.

First I get the trip logs out of the two cars at SFU. Then I go to church and cough up my pledge (and a mighty big hairball it was, too, and I still owe for last year). Then I go to Long & McQuade out by the Port Mann, and it’s closed. Then I go to the liquor store on Lougheed that’s open on Sundays and learn (yeep yeep yeep) that Winter Ale is BACK. I will leave it in the fridge for my return from Santo Domingo. Then I realize there is a Tom Lee (OPEN) on Barnet and poke my head in and leave poorer but with lots more mando stuff and a thingy that will allow me to put a strap on my guitar… and I bought a strap, too.

Then off to West Broadway to pick up travel stuff for the trip (inflatable cushions for the long damned trip, packs to hide passports in, Spanish phrase book, Lonely Planet Dominican Republic), then I dropped the trip logs off at CAN at Granville and Hastings, then I went home along Hastings and realize that I still haven’t ordered daughter Katie’s other other other birthday present, which is the complete Strangers in Paradise. They had 2, so I picked it up, and order the other trades 1 through 6. Came home to find some asshat had parked in my spot and had to put the Prius underground. Grr. Anyway, twas a busy day of much expenditure.