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Month: June 2011
Lord Stanley
Ya, the frikkin 7th game of the frikkin Stanley Cup will be here. In the end a lot of people will make a spectacular amount of money today, but I’ll be plugging along at my usual rate.
Worked til 7 last night trying to get things cleaned up. We shall see.
A very disturbing article about the correction
brief update and a scenario
I just wrote five hundred words and backspaced over all of it.
Sigh.
Working on a migraine. Little flashie rainbow lights.
a few comments
From treehugger to treemugger in 15 years. I was never allergic to cottonwoods until this year. Now my eyes are a punched out advertisement for Gummy Residue, my brain feels too large for my skull and my nose feels all wrong.
Does any Michael’s, anywhere, ever have enough fucking checkout staff? I never want to darken the door of that establishment ever again.
I saw agricultural workers wearing coolie hats today.
I finally saw a police speed trap that was set up in an appropriate place as far as public safety goes. That’s like 1 for 10.
Thank God the Canucks won, this town would be a nightmare otherwise. I still think they’re going to lose it in seven, but that’s because the officiating has sucked dog’s balls.
Ziva is a one eyed jack today. Paul noticed. I’m going to try to fix it myself.
It’s summer! The Headwater memorial awning is up.
I bought embroidery floss today for something to do when I’m watching TV.
Flexible, wearable electronics
Had pho for lunch two days running. yummmmmm!
A plaintive plea
Please, imaginary friends, get OUT OF MY HEAD. My most recent fanfic style scene has a water demon (Pegaiai, Peg for short) climbing out of a toilet to get close to the boy she fancies. Hot chicks climbing out of toilets is the opposite of sextyime. Especially when you’ve just finished using the toilet for one of its intended purposes.
Griff makes a great recovery though. He offers her a spare toothbrush and a shower. Griff, so’s you know, is a great big horndog.
Temperature sensitive
One of the many things I’ve noticed about work is that when the temperature is just right for most of the guys, most of the women are freezing. When it’s too cold for the MEN, then it’s a frickin meat locker. Somehow the HVAC is buggered up – to the point where the temperature as measured at a central wall is 3 degrees C different from a point less than 6 meters away.
There is a family of Canada Geese in the pond. I spotted six turtles swimming around yesterday. They came out to sun themselves in the late afternoon.
I went home around the regular time and cooked supper and watched another dreadful hockey game. Mike joined us for dinner and Keith visited briefly.
I am STILL feeling really icky, but I think I may have some idea what to do about it.
The first thing I have to do is sell Ziva. It means I’ll be visiting my folks less and be a lot less able to assist various family members with things they want to do, but I just can’t justify the harm to the planet, the expense, the reduction in the amount of exercise I get. My commute to work by bus is about half an hour now, with quite a bit of walking, which I need to do more of anyway. I just miss her already. But she’s an expensive habit and I need the money.
And in my WILDEST DREAMS I’ll be this kind of boss.
Sun goes kaboom
And all I got was this cool video.
Crashed out early
I was hoping a good night’s sleep would set me back up again, but I still feel lower than a mole’s basement. I can’t say lower than whaleshit any more because apparently that stuff floats. Oh science, how you wreck my poetic licence.
And so the work week begins
Man, there are a lot of allergens in the air.
We are family
I am crossposting this pic from my cousin’s blog because – okay, just because. I like the pic, and it says so much about their family without saying anything at all!
In Victoria mit kinder
The weather, thank goodness, is absolutely glorious; we had a lovely tour down the highway with the eponymous Sheryl Crow album blasting, and then the sumbitch quit…. I really like that album and it’s annoying to think I’ll have to replace it.
The kids and the folks are having a lovely discussion in the sun room so I thought I’d slip away and catch up on my blog.
Yup, still the same laundry list of shiz I can’t talk about.
So I’ll talk about something else.
With my own eyes I’ve seen a little naked girl, slowly walking along a path, holding a frog on the palm of each hand. “Look, mummy, they like me!”
With my own eyes I’ve seen a great blue heron fly over the car I was driving, and I watched it poop, and cover my windscreen with runny pale blue shit.
With my own eyes I have seen the classic UFO lenticular cloud. mOm can confirm; she was in the car with me. I saw it looking west from the Hamilton escarpment.
With my own eyes I’ve seen what it looks like to do the approach into Montréal, through thin scattered, at night, in an Airbus. (Wild, lemme tell you.)
With my own eyes and ears, I have seen a man play arpeggios on a flute to a common loon, which answered him.
With my own eyes, I have seen Keith’s name written into the ice up at Red Deer Lodge. (repeated freeze thaw cycles at the base of reeds cause the ‘writing’ effect’).
With my own eyes, I have seen a cat fall into a full bathtub and not get wet.
I’ve seen a lot of wonderful things in my time.
5th anniversary
Anybody care to guess what today is the 5th anniversary of? Herewith hint.
To the tune of The Flintstones
Back pain! You’ve got back pain!
Your nerves jumped you like a bunch of thugs!
Back pain! You’ve got back pain!
And your only question’s, Where’s the Drugs?
Maybe… you have blown your L4 disc!
Maybe….yoga would have halved the risk!
Back pain! You’ve got back pain!
You’re in fashion now, you’re all the rage!
Back pain! You’ve got back pain!
Welcome to your middle age!