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It is the damnedest thing, but when I take the southbound version of my morning commute, I keep getting on the Surrey train, and as soon as I realize it I have to get off at Columbia and wait on a crowded platform.
It’s pouring rain and everybody looks like two/sevenths of the dwarves … Sleepy and Grumpy.
So many reasons to visit. Here’s another.
Mohsin gave me a ride to Production Station. I bought those yummy Grape Seed Oil Seaweed treats for me and ice cream for Jeff and STILL caught the train, the bus and then the other bus in such rapid succession that I was home at quarter to six. Yeah yeah yeah!
Keith and Paul came over and we watched some tube, including the new Castle which has wooottttt Michael Trucco as what looks to be an ongoing guest star. Also Esposito introduces Castle as ‘his other partner’ last night which was the most swoonderful piece of bromance I have ever seen yet on tv.
Very angry at my investment dude today, or I should say his company. Irked, irked, irked. Now I must make decisions and that is, uh, irksome.
Okay, time to go to work.
The farewell lunch was today. Rob has been a good work friend to me for 5 years, and I’ll miss him. His last day worked is later this week, but I thought I would mention it.
I didn’t take Margot to church – and I am mighty glad I didn’t as there were tons of dogs – and I dug some more in the garden, and did some more laundry, and in general had a not very anxious Sunday. Also watched January Man. It had some brilliant lines, but didn’t really gel as a movie, imho.
Tom and Peggy put together a housefilk last night, complete with little kids, blackberries and Brooke PLUS special guests from Washington state. I really like Jeff C and Jeri-Lynn and Jeri-Lynn’s cello adds that touch of class to any musical gathering. Was amused (and mentioned it to Paul) that Diane Loomer had done the choral arrangement for her sheet music for “Frobisher Bay” which is about getting on a whaler and not getting off it cause it gets stuck in Arctic ice. Diane Loomer is the genius what directs the Chor Leoni, of which I have spoken many times here on the blog. So it is all cunningly intertwingled, as it were.
Creede played Crossroads (how I love that man’s whiskers! His whiskers should have their own TV show!) and when he didn’t play the last verse (the one which mentions the banjo) there was a simultaneous sad face across the entire room, followed by a couple of people saying, Hey, what about the last verse, at the completion of which Paul burst out laughing because he’d never heard it before.
Brooke played Orion Swings, which is such an ominous tune, but so pretty. And there was a little bit of everything else, like all filks. Oh, and I debuted “Forty Million Light Years” minus the last five verses, which I still have to write.
I forgot how to tune a mandolin. It was like having an outbreak of Alzheimer’s in my head, or I could say something about how long it’s been since I cradled Mistress Aria in my arms. Yes, indeed, Tom finished the repairs just in time for the filk, and I don’t think I ever thanked him. Well, that’s just how I roll, diving into things and then figuring out the social niceties afterwards. Fortunately Tom knows me well enough not to take it personal.
There was a brief moment of WTF as I woke up this morning without being in my own bed (yes, I was at Planet Bachelor, where Keith woke me up with the blessed scent of coffee, moving right along now) and now it’s the mad scramble for church and hopefully deking home to fetch Margot and give Brother Jeff the instructions for getting her home.
Eyjafjallajökull. The eruption became more energetic while I was watching.
This weekend I would like to take my cat to church, but I just realized I’m staying after church for the celebration of life of Ralph (my FAVOURITE atheist) and that would mean she’d have to sit in the cage for a long time. Mmmm. Maybe I can get somebody to help me get her home.
So at least it’s in our time zone. Not that this is likely to make any difference to readers, but the blog was previously hosted on hardware in the UK.
Jeff seems to have done everything that needed doing. So far so good.
Saw Righteous Kill. Not great, but entertaining.
People were bugging me about not asking any questions at the quarterly town hall meeting at work yesterday. Hey, I’m still on probation, folks.
Jeff’s transitioning my hosting/ etc. for the site, for which I can’t thank him enough. To have a webmeister on site is a very big chunk o’ peace of mind for me.
In other news, one of the neighbourhood cats likes sitting under the back deck and bugging the crap out of Eddie. They got into a yowlfest the other night.
Coming up on five years of blogging. I lost the first three months so everything starts in August, but I really started in late April five years ago. We are also coming up on the 1st anniversary of John’s death.
I cried so much yesterday. Paul has tried and tried, and called and called, but it looks like the woman whose negligence caused John’s death will never be brought to trial. Please contact Paul directly if you want to do something to help. I feel very angry (not at Paul, at the hopelessly fucked up situation) – and guilty, and sad. Not a good combination for keeping on a straight head and getting through stuff.
For therapy I’m writing the woman a letter.
Church meeting tonight after supper. Pretty soon I’ll have my own car and won’t have to borrow Jeff’s.
Recommended, if a little grue-y in spots.
Tentacle porn Tarot deck. You bet your ass it’s not safe for work. The shizz you find on Facebook! Anyway, there’s just one card, but the descriptions are pretty awful. If I did a Tarot deck it would be updated for modern life, and there’d be an internet major arcana, and one of the suits would be grease (as in petrochemicals).
Tonight, laundry. Tomorrow night church meeting. And soon, soon, I will go to the opera for the first time in my life. Course I have to pay for the tickets first.
1/4 of Pink Floyd is coming to Vancouver on December 10 and I wanna go.
I stared at a tesseract for a long time last night. It is helping me come to terms with change.
If I sound a little odd…. it’s because…. I am! Bet you didn’t see that one coming. I’m just happy cause I thought I lost my cell phone, but Jeff found it in his car.
This movie has so many funny moments… who knew Gerard Butler was capable of being an action hero, buddy comedian, and red hot sexxay dancer? Anyway, recommended. You might need subtitles, sometimes the anglo dialects and idioms can be a bit much. Written and directed by (as Jeff refers to him) Mr. Madonna hisself, Guy Ritchie.
I lazed and loafed, but I also bought a car and got the paperwork together to get my domain registration sorted out. (Jeff is a fantastic webmaster, but I still have to prove to the registrar that I Yam Who I Yam, and Jeff balks at impersonation.) I also went for a walk at the Quay and down in Robert Burnaby Park, including visiting Dinosaur Rock. I made spare ribs and organic fingerling potatoes for dinner. Singing with the folks was just me and the founder of the group – I think we need burnabites because commuting 45 minutes for rehearsal (like the two women who jammed) is just rude. She’s going to put out another call for singers so if you are a female singer in Burnaby come on down. Anyway, we worked our way through Orphan Girl and Bird on a Wire and in general had a good time and yakked.
It was SO good to get out into the sun. Jeff came out on the walk with us yesterday and then he and Keith worked their way through the back catalogue of games. Every time I went downstairs they were playing something different.
I saw one of these in knife edge flight over Lake Ontario in the first month after I met Paul. So you know, it was a long time ago.
I saw this movie and loved it, I want to immediately see it again. RIP.
Saw the girls yesterday and agreed to buy Kat’s vehicle. I am the shallowest person on earth. Why else would I buy a purple car with a working sunroof? Anyway, the car already has a name. I am going to call her Ziva.
Update…. Seal eats octopus.
Well, it won’t be the first time the Pope had to cancel a visit because the locals were having a hairy.
So I present a recent column from Corey Mintz.
It is ludicrous that anybody in this country goes hungry.
