Halloween prep….

Tonight I bought some more Christmas card fixings (I plan on making my own this year), met with Dax and Paul; took pictures of a white 1963 Signet Valiant RAGTOP with skull detailing and push button tranny;  and went to Dax’ place to pick up more or less the last of Katie’s stuff; collected some more Halloween decorations and stuff to hand out (Jeff already got’um pumpkin) as well as clothing items cribbed from Katie’s collection of wigger/goth stuff (handcuff and dice earrings in black and silver); and left my phone in Paul’s car.  He and Keith brought it back to me.  I also scored a pair of purple nitrile cleaning gloves – sexxay.

I also picked up pictures that Will took of me when I was nineteen.  I will scan the best of them and post them…. amazing.

Despite all this excitement I feel so blah words can’t describe it, so I’m leaving the mess as is for the morning and going to bed.  Tomorrow, excitement of many kinds will be ours, as Halloween BOOOOOyah takes the neighbourhood by storm.

Sneaky sneaky

I continue to be extremely sneaky – my most recent foray into sneakiness was telling my mandolin teacher “Lady Miss Banjola is a GEEENIUS!  Heer, I be showink you…” and then I played Tune Away…..

Anne immediately said, “Forward me the link, there’s somebody I gotta play that for.”  Ha ha!  Then I played her the Tapioca song via Youtube.  My extremely low key plans for world domination through music continue unabated.  And I met her husband – I only found out last week that he sits in the car and waits for her during her teaching gigs, and I was torn between being appalled and thinking, “aw, sweet!” so I went out and said hi.  Then I had a brief lesson and Anne and I shot the breeze for a while (it’s okay, hubby has a book and he’s used to much longer waits, apparently).

I met Kevin, a friend of Jeff’s, last night, and watched the two of them play 2009 EA Hockey (which is amazing, by the way) and found out that housing prices in Kelowna are just as stupid as they are in Vancouver, at least for the time being. Beer and Switzerland Chicken was consumed.  Robot Chicken was watched. Jon Lajoie was watched.  The hi-res version of Presto! was watched (and, to my unsurprise, I saw things I hadn’t noticed before, including that the rabbit’s name is Alec Kazam). Kevin belongs to a band called Grooveyard but since he’s likely moving back to the island with his wife and progeny, I doubt that band will live much longer.

And I don’t know whether it’s true or not, but Robof9 led me to believe that he was going to try to find me a nice middle aged man.  It used to be Single, Straight and Solvent, but these days I’m goin’ for best two in three.  What can I say, Robof9 is a man who laughs in the face of the difficult, and by sheer force of brains contrives to elude the grip of the impossible.

Next up:


Wringing hands

One of the things I really don’t like about being far away from my friends, especially when they are in trouble, or troubled, or just plain flat out overwhelmed by events, is that I cannot hug them, make them tea, or tell them to their faces how wonderful they are….

For Tammy, I light a candle and hope that an intelligent, articulate man notices your strength, intelligence and love of life.  Sooner would be better.  And for once, please, Goddess bright, a guy who doesn’t shrivel into a little worm when you apply your brains and emotions to challenges!  Extra crispy wishes for knees to stay good through the France trip, although I’ll push you through the Louvre in a wheelchair if I have to.

For Carrie, I light a candle and hope that this parting turns into a new opportunity.  Damn, I had had such hopes for him….

For Deb, I light a candle and hope that my ‘advice’ is received as intended, and I sincerely hope that you get some surcease for the unrelenting amount of strain you’ve been under.  Hug Jim for me, hug Jenn for me, and pat Spence on the back; the menfolks have been awesome on this one.

Show off, show off, show off.

Best….. smackdown…..ever.

Now I show off my brother, Kelsey and Sean.

Next, Keith, me and Katie, and Keith and I are wearing the hats we JUST BOUGHT at Edie’s Hats.  I bought a hat from a hat company that’s been in business in England for 250 years; I nearly bought a hat handmade in Montreal but frankly the hat was too girly for me, because although I am girly about some things, my appearance isn’t one of them….

Can you guess where we are???? of course, we’re in the Granville Island Brewery, drinking Winter Ale and being very cheerful and convivial; the sun was blasting down like midsummer and I had a NEW HAT.

City of Lost Children

The movie doesn’t make a great deal of sense, and there’s about ten minutes during which not a lot happens, but I recommend it because:

It’s not a horror film, but the parts that are scary are shudder inducingly creepy; it’s not a comedy but I screamed with laughter three times – and I’ve seen comedies that didn’t made me smile, let alone rock with laughter;

The visuals are INCREDIBLE.  No, I mean it.  The movie is more than 10 years old and it KICKS THE ASS of many films currently being made, despite the improvements in technology.

Ron Perlman is AMAZING.

There are subtexts and concepts in it that would make it impossible to make now in the US;

Despite the slow bit, I was never bored, and it gave me all I demand of a movie and more.

It was made with taxpayer money (French taxpayers, but they got their money’s worth, believe me.)

It is THE BEST STEAMPUNK movie EVER MADE.  Did I mention the visuals?

Highly, highly recommended.