Month: January 2013

The non homily

I am doing a homily at church this morning – actually a minihom – which I won’t be posting to my blog.  I am unemployable enough as it is, currently, and since I’m not actually going to make a living as an activist, giving employers yet another reason not to hire me is not high on my list of things to do.

I’m going to make a living as a creative person yet.

All my telephone interviews have turned into nothing.

I am not sanguine about getting a job this week, but I am still sending out resumes every day and I’m working on my skillset by learning accounting software.

Housefilk success achievement unlocked

Mike, Rozo, Tom, Peggy, Cindy, Paul all came.  Jeff’s friend Rob kept Jeff company downstairs and as haz been said, BASS MAKES EVERYTHING BETTER.  BETTER I SAY!!

I stood up to antivaxxers today.  I will undoubtely be sorry.

Today I have no idea what I am going to do.  But I imagine parts will be productive, and other parts fun.

 

MY GOD Margot makes an incredibly loud slurping noise when she’s cleaning herself.

Eddie knows guests don’t put the seat down, so he made a beeline for his favourite water fountain last night.  He was mad when I busted him.

 

puttering

Housefilk at my place tonight, festivities commence at 6 pm or maybe even earlier. Mike and Rozo and Tom and Peggy and Cindy and Paul will be coming… Jeff is considering fleeing to the Robzone to avoid the noise.

Still haz a happy about me being the Interfilk Guest of Honor at GAfilk in 2014.  I have a year to prepare a set list… almost long enough eh wot?

On my list today:  reconcile October, enter November, reconcile November, enter December, reconcile December… and then the simple part of the bookkeeping for the year is done!!! w0ot!

Also, I am on tap to pick up Izzy’s luncheon.  I am sorry, widdle mousie, but your role in the great chain of being is already cast.

Have to make a deposit for the soup luncheon. Sigh.  It missed getting to the collection counters last week and it’s almost a hundred bucks so I can’t leave it lying around here.

Carrie has less than two weeks before she gets off Haida Gwaii for good. It’s too bad her ex is phoning her all the time and breaching his conditions, but that’s life I guess.

There are other little bits of news but that’s enough for me right now.  There’s a hungry snake waiting for me.

 

 

Katie has seen Sergeant Sees it Through

She liked it a lot.  Favourite bits… when everybody was sitting around waiting for the kids.  Also the part about the kids shooting in the street again to get into the club….  Jeff and I are still debating putting it on youtube, since I don’t think anybody’s going to run up to us and slap us regarding the copyright.  Even if they do, I have enough room to host it.

Off to Tamara’s for churchy business and it’s time to run Katie home.

I’m going to be playing fanfic bingo!

My only question to myself is whether this is in my own Midnite Moving Co Universe or in the Firefly verse or the Stargate verse.  Because I would like to keep it consistent.  I’m thinking row II  or column II.  au means alternate universe.

fuck or die rivals to lovers amnesia mind control au: neighbors
immortality / reincarnation telepathy / mindmeld secret twin / doppelganger au: daemons snowed in
au: cop / detective food porn FREE
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SPACE		 au: college / highschool au: hooker / porn / stripper
game night animal transformation de-aged bodyswap slavefic
au: fantasy genderswap kiss to save the day alpha / beta / omega au: were / vamp / supernatural

The Sargeant Sees It Through – achievement unlocked

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD.  The squee, the flailing choruses of muppetry meeping, oh lord lord lordy lord.

Even if my dad wasn’t in this, I would have loved it.  It is a testament to how awesome and really, really Caucasian Saskatoon was in the 50’s.  It’s an example of what a good cop looks like (Sargeant Nordstrum, hisself, and a profile that would make Liam Neeson skulk away).  It was a lovely dip into a completely different aesthetic.  Women (what few of them there are in this land of order and harmony) are wearing such delightful fitted frocks, and the boys are all wearing striped shirts.  The suits all look sort of shiny.

I could go on at length about my father’s appearance and demeanour in the film, but as he enjoys his modesty and is unhappy when some foolish or misguided person attempts to wrest it away from him, I will drop a curtain over that and review the technical excellences and cultural tropes which adorn this gem among sponsored films.  For of course it was an ammo manufacturer who supported the work of the club and the making of the movie.

In brief, me dad played a street tough’s associate who went from shooting out streetlights to taking minutes for a gun club and learning how to shoot properly under the supervision of a policeman.  In the meantime there are yummy period cars, perfect little square houses, an open rack of guns at the hardware store (owner just reaches back and hands the cop a gun – no locks, no nuttin honey), a simply amazing scene which looks for all the world like the cop is pulling a toddler on a tricycle over and then letting the kid off with a warning, the cop being shown as mostly walking from place to place although he does get in the cruiser too, the description of what steps he had to take to get a gun club for boys set up (it’s actually advertised as such – no gurlz), including getting the mayor on board, and buttering up the press, and getting freebies from the ammo company, and donations from local businessmen, and then like an idiot he leaves actually asking the boys if they will puhlease come out to the gun club to the very last.  Ooowiee.  Tension ensues.  (The music at this point is trying to beat itself into a state of enthusiasm, with mixed results).

And it all comes out nicely in the end.  Isn’t that lovely?  Oh, how I wish those days of yore, when so many complicated social situations had yet to arise, were still extant.

Sundry and various

Today, churchy stuff to do with bookkeeping.  I know that voluntarism is the root of civilization but GADZOOKS sometimes there seems to be a lot of it.

Perhaps an inch of dense wet snow fell yesterday, and is still here.  Given that they weren’t much use in the car I’m glad I moved the crampons indoors where they will hopefully prevent my brother and I from skidding around the back deck like very bad acrobats.

There is nothing like having an appropriate midnight snack in the fridge.  I mooshed up the overcooked veg from Sunday’s roast beast dinner with the leftover cheese sauce and it was nommerly.

I really think at this point it’s time to change my ring tone to something less annoying than a fax squeal.  It went off in church on Sunday – the Leonard Cohen service, and how good it was, less the stupid phone going off.

Jeff and I had a Tom Hanks fest yesterday; we watched Joe vs. the Volcano and Cloud Atlas.  I have to say I loved both movies although obviously for different reasons.  I am definitely interested in reading the book of Cloud Atlas.

I have joined (hopefully) some form of trope bingo; I will be writing songs instead of stories though.

I have a job lead that I am working.  I would be so happy if I could be working before the stipend from being laid off runs out.

I’ve seen both of my kids within the last couple of days so that little bit of soul hunger has been satisfied.  They are thinking of tag teaming on a trip to Australia; I would love that and would even make with a subsidy.

Okay, time to make a list of all the things I want to do today, mostly so I can feel guilty when I ignore it….

Ingredaments acquired

Yesterday was a day of cleaning out my car, and the kitchen, acquiring ingredients for spicy soup, and feasting Tom at Tom and Peggy’s.  Poor guy has some kind of lungcrud and was muttering about whether a girdle would work for his rib pains from coughing so OF COURSE I told the family story about how when Grampa got kicked by a horse he repurposed Gramma’s girdle to ease his rib pain.  She even wrote a poem about it.  Good times!

I assisted in the making of cheese sauce and it was lovely to see Lady Miss B and her energetic lad; I’d been up late and Jeff was feeling distinctly poorly and so we ate our lovely roast beast and skedaddled early.  Paul and Keith were also in attendance.

I updated my resume and sent it off to the recruiter.  However I have not stopped sending out resumes, hopeful as I am this lead will pan out.

Ah, soup lunch.  It’s worth it all to see the happy congregants sucking back lovingly prepared food.  I guess I’ll always have that corner of momness in my brain.

Poor Carrie… she’s having a hell of a time moving off Haida Gwaii.  After saying they would, now the Ministry is saying not only won’t they move her she’s going to get any ‘profits’ she makes from the sale of her furniture that she scrimped and saved for deducted from her income.  She’s got disabilities that make packing and hauling a bit problematic.  And gosh, she’ll be making 10 cents on the dollar, if that, for the furniture seeing as how people are leaving Haida Gwaii in droves after the last two big earthquakes and the weeks of aftershocks which followed.  The west coast of Haida Gwaii could get a tsunami anytime.  Jeff and I feel for her and we have room for her for a month, but no room for her furniture even if by some miracle she gets to bring it with her.   And really, she wants to live in Victoria and Juliana has no room due to her tenants, and the parental units have no time or space for stuff or drama.  I looked at my friendslist here in town and I have no suggestions.  Anybody disciplined enough to not have junk overflowing every room is already renting space.  It’s awful to feel so helpless when friends are in need.  I’ve already told her that if she puts her stuff before her safety life may get very very uncomfortable.  I like to think I would not go running back into the house on fire to fetch Otto.  I am more important than my stuff! But I still feel bad, this is something I’d like to fix… if I had any spare cycles.  I’m also very very concerned about other stuff going on in her life which I don’t feel comfy about posting.

 

Everything’s up to date in Kansas City

Including using popular image sharing destination URL Pinterest for mugshots.  From the article.

Cops’ experimentation with Pinterest appears, like the service itself, to have grown up outside of the elite cities and high-profile departments like New York and Los Angeles. The Pinterest policing pioneers are lower-profile cities in the middle of the country, places like Kansas City, Mo.–whose police department appears to have been the first on Pinterest–and Pottstown, Penn (pop. 22,377), thirty miles outside Philadelphia.

 

Happy happy joy joy

Let’s see, what was so nice about yesterday?

I got called by a recruiter for a job.  That, friends, is a shot in the arm!  My updated resume has been fired off and he will get back to me by the end of next week, AOTBE.

Katie and Kyle fed me and Paul and Keith home made lasagna.  Jeff didn’t go cause he has to stay away from cheese, and it was cheesy.  Cheesy and DELISH.  I got to watch the grandsnake Izzy eat a live mouse.  He struck so hard at it he banged his noggin.

Katie gave me back my camera, which has some great pics on it so she tells me…. pics a G’ma might like to see.

The sun shone all day yesterday and looks fair to do the same thing today.

RIP Aaron Swartz.

And here’s a little diagram showing how agriculture leads to war.

Today I have cleaned out my car, which it desperately needed, and been to brekky care of Jeff (wherein we talked about a business idea we like and could do together, although likely not in the lower Mainland), and later I’m going to do some churchy stuff, including going out and getting ingredaments for Tom Ka Guy for SOUP LUNCH.  Because feeding people is important.  Must remember to google where the nearest T and T is, I have a tremendous craving to put fresh galangal in the soup this time.  O SO OM NOM NOMMABLE.

I should probably make a list, but my procrastination is pushing back on me.  Have fun it whispers….  NO DAMN YOU TIME TO FOLD LAUNDRY.  Or watch an episode of Galapagos….  back, back foul fiend Procrastineo!