Author: Allegra

Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.

New song

It literally came into my mind – bouncing 70’s style pop music – all in one go, less than 5 minutes.

You sent me a pic
of your dick
and I don’t wanna see it
You wanna be my friend
with Warner Bros at the end
and I don’t wanna be it
The picture that you sent
that’s really kinda bent
it isn’t even of you
You wanna pay my rent
every last cent
and then you say “i luv u”
I know that you’re showing me
all kinds of affection
but maybe you could leaven it
with just some self-reflection….

You sent me a pic, sent me a pic, sent me a pic
repeat to fade

Let us now praise obscure women

Long time followers of this blog will understand that I think that Lois is the Goddess Come Among Us (my mOm is of much the same opinion) and Lois did nothing but burnish her reputation as she conveyed me and Katie and Alex to church.  Pre-teen boys and other grandmas looked at him with happiness, and apart from wailing during the diaper change (which is standard) we had a lovely time at church.

I have some pictures but I’m still processing / messing with them. Preen.

I am very happy right now.

 

Shot my mouth off on twitter this morning – bottom to top.

  1. 3s4 seconds ago

    …as false rape accusations, but that’s a margin of error I’m prepared to live with, how ’bout you?

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  2. 27s28 seconds ago

    So I feel quite comfortable with accusing trolls who say that of being rapists. I’ll only be right about the same percentage of time….

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  3. 1m1 minute ago

    So every time a troll says a woman is too ugly to rape, he’s saying that given the opportunity and a victim, he’d be only too happy to rape.

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  4. 2m2 minutes ago

    If you flip that statement, the troll is saying, I HAVE seen women that I wanted to rape, but she’s not one.

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  5. 3m3 minutes ago

    Let’s work through the logic. says she’s been raped. A troll says: Have you seen her? That’s impossible!

Weird clouds this morning

IMAG0711_1Random Hallowe’en notes:

Bought $28 worth of candy, got rid of all of it.  Most of the kids costumes were store-bought, but one made a Mardi Gras like impression.  No pic… but she said she was a peacock fairy, and yes, that is what she was.

NO MUSIC.  But lots of convo with Lois, and I even dragged the coffee maker upstairs from its place of banishment in the basement.

Birds are too shell shocked to sing this morning.

Score!  One of the kids recognized my mask as being from Assassin’s Creed.

Score! Keith came over and he announced that pufferfish are back in stock.  I loves my boy.

Score! Chili was a massive success, and as it proceeds through the colons of my loved ones, it will move from success to success.

Score! Paul brought apple pie from the Mexican bakery in the Quay. And Lion Winter Ale, duh.

Score! Wrote a filk to Robin in the Rain.

Riding in the rain
I don’t mind the weather
I have got a 12 volt heater
underneath my leathers
dodging all the bicycles and trucks and cars
weaving ’round the drunks as they come out of bars
Riding in the rain
I don’t mind the weather
even when it’s getting dark
I am a commuter in a first person shooter
but I have a place to park! (with apologies to Raffi).

Now I must write.  It’s NaNoWriMo, kittens!

Laundry list

Spoke to Sandy, and how good to hear from her.  She has a strapping German lad as a volunteer now.

Spoke to Lois; she and Paul will visit folks in these here parts for a while and then Friday we’ll have a get together here which will feature MUSIC.  Lovely home made music, yippee!  Jeff please copy.  Don’t know if Katie, Daxus and the GLD will be here, but I will invite them formally and see.

Did laundry, which is good because I was plumb out of towels.

The sun came out! it was most delightful while it lasted.

I think I’m going to nuke a bowl of that beef stew.

An annoying day

Cleaning shit off the cat.  Other jangly annoyances.  Then Sue appeared out of nowhere and performed marvellousy in assisting in logistics for returning the rental car.  Honestly, it was like she dropped out of the sky. All she was doing was returning the cloak I loaned her (came back as I lent it, I’ll add.)

I got some lovely foodstuffs at the Costco and there was a beef stew in the crockpot as of 5:30 this am so there should be food in about an hour. It really hurts my hands to peel vegetables.  I am feeling a bit weird about that.  Dishes are washed and put away, the laundry is on, life proceeds.

Mike called the other night.  He has a rather bleak three weeks in front of him, travelling on business.  I don’t know how good a job I did of cheering him up, describing Alex’ tremendous gas (I am not exaggerating by much to say that he rattled the windows in the fOlks’ sunroom) and otherwise burbling; he described Rhonda’s memorial service in such a fashion that I had many reasons to have wanted to go and one really big showstopper reason not to.  Apparently Konrad was there too; I haven’t seen him since that MEGA AWESOME EPIC miniature camping trip some 7 or 8 years ago.

I should go move the laundry; the wretched clothes don’t wash themselves.  Although if I take the long view, someday they will.

 

 

Jian Ghomeshi

Whatever publicity accrues to Mr. Ghomeshi’s departure from the CBC, there is a strong likelihood that his employment contract contained a morals clause.

He was expensive. He was not beloved of the Harper Government. There will be people willing to testify in court that he doesn’t toe the BDSM party line about ongoing consent. (Under oath or no…)

He should quit this pre-emptive rehabilitation he’s paying fountains of cash for. He’ll make more money than Croesus as an impresario – after he recovers from his father’s death. He’ll definitely have better phone security.

My two coppers.

 

By the way I’m really pissed off about this because my CBC interviewer in the novel is based on him (genderswapped). PISS ME OFF.  Grr.

 

Here’s a chaser.  A technically and emotionally superior guitarist.  

No pictures

I have memories, but no pictures of Alexander meeting his great-grandparents, his great great auntie, his cousins and various other family members.

He was a complete trooper, but at 4 pm he pretty much lost it and cried continuously.  Poor Katie; he had never cried that much before.  All he wants is his mom.

Anyway, I think this is pretty much how Alex viewed his late afternoon yesterday.  NOT SAFE FOR WORK.

The first section is in the mail to the editor today.

Madeleine Albright HOSES Conan O’Brien.

Mercury in retrograde

Has absolutely no effect on my life.  I understand that.  In the last three days, two famous (in my circle) cats have died, including the one I wrote Kittens at Midnight for (RIP Fand, cross that Rainbow Bridge knowing you were much loved, however briefly) and George, the 23 year old therapy cat Catherine inherited from her mother (who didn’t learn he was a therapy cat until he was over 20 and learned a completely new routine, including being transported by transit in a box to and from, getting out and saying hi to all the dying cancer patients, getting back in and going home and then eating practically anything Catherine cooked, which list grew to be so long and so humorous it could be its own children’s book). Tom S. lost his car keys so he couldn’t go to OVFF. Alexander has a cold so bad he can’t travel and be the secret guest at Auntie Mary’s Eightieth Birthday Bash. The awning blew itself to ratshit, Ottawa was locked down while Harper cowered in a closet (as would I, candidly and without prejudice), a switch in the network verklemmt itself, my shoulder has been aching worse than at any point since I broke it and I feel like I’m limping along though life on the mitochondrial equivalent of impulse power. The only good thing about the last 4 days has been the Harry Potter 8 movie rewatch.

All of which has precisely nothing to do with mythical beings or actual planets.

But if I ever see that bastard Mercury, I’m gonna give him one sharp punch in the snoot.