Settler words&music in S'ólh Téméxw, (leanpub.com/upsun) living where privilege meets precarity in MST country. she/her/they———– Novels: Midnite Moving Co., Upsun; Sweep Off Those Waves coming soon, Hair Sinister after that. —Restore All Indigenous Lands!
Paul and Katie BOTH dropped by for lunch and now Paul’s going to drive her to a friend’s place for some schmergurrl time. Katie got to see Jarmo, and Peter T, and reacquainted herself with Mike McG and my beloved bossy and few other folks.
Everybody is doing well. And Katie got her learners! She is taking her first drive into a wider world.
Tom and Peggy and I sang Hall of Remembrance through last night. Tom picked up his twelve string and I wuz doomed. I can no longer hear it without guitar. He is an evil, evil man.
When I’m facing situations
that I cannot handle
pain or grief or pain or moral qualm,
debility or scandal
Even though imaginary
he has got my back.
I refer my troubles to
the famous Colonel Jack
He’ll be quoting Homer
our well-armed bonny roamer
He’ll be quoting Homer
Cos that’s what Jack would do (D’oh!)
I’ll never have the Stargate step through Stargates
or a snake have snakes inside my head brain
My trials and tribulations
are exceedingly mundane
I can hear his voice inside me try a different tack
& he hopes that I’ll speed things up
impatient Colonel Jack
He’ll be making wisecracks
and making for the gunracks
He’ll be making wisecracks
Cos that’s what Jack would do (Crap!)
I’ll never plant C4 upon
a Goa’uld mothership
Or face down torture in Baal’s hands
with no more than a quip
Or wonder how Apophis can
once more give us the slip
But I can be like Jack in life
and fire when I shoot from the hip
He’ll shoot Replicators
and sing out “see ya later!”
He’ll shoot Replicators
Cos that’s what Jack would do (Sweet!)
I wouldn’t have the fortitude
to keep my hands off Carter
“Window of Opportunity”
should have been a two parter
When love and loyalty conflict
he taught me which to choose
Self respect is something that
you never want to lose
He will do the right thing
Even though it’s fright’ning
He will do the right thing
Cos that’s what Jack would do (Oy!)
http://www.conceptruin.com/
8.5 minutes of explosive, awesome animated glory.
2020 says …except it’s not there any more it’s here
So Paul dragged me out of the house for a walk yesterday (I wore my cloak, as it was the perfect weather for it) and while we were walking up Davies Dave the Plumber and his wife tried to run us down in his truck while we cowered in fear.
Uh, no, but I can imagine somebody watching thinking that. Dave, a devout Sikh and one of the best plumbers and pipefitters in the lower mainland, has a puckish sense of humour. We chatted for a bit and continued on with our walk, much amused by our ‘near miss’.
When Paul and I first got this house outfitted for a gas stove, Dave did the work. I came back from my first interview with (previous x 2 company) all bubbly and happy and then I got all sad face because when I asked how the work was coming on and both Paul and Dave with straight faces said “Terrible, it’s not working”, and then when I got testy they burst out laughing. They had not actually prearranged this little gag so you can see why Paul and Dave were two peas in a pod. I am thankful to know such good tradesmen, and I particularly thank him for the amazing work he did when the ‘spring’ happened in the back yard at the Augur Inn.
Paul’s on course for six weeks and has weekends off and no nights. I’m sure he’ll enjoy that.
Jeff is still feeling crappy but he took some small amount of food yesterday.
The idiot ex has quit harassing Katie.
Keith came in to the office on Friday and we played Forbidden Island with the D-man.
I made borscht for the Sasamat soup lunch this morning. It is FREAKING AWESOME, but I betcha I’m gonna be musical in the office tomorrow.
I have one more load of laundry to do and then all my laundry will be clean.
I told the Worship committee Easter will be my last homily for Beacon, as I am going to have a stressful 2012-13 year at church (I am taking on a much bigger role in terms of governance) and I need to reduce stressors big time. I think King Jesus is a great topic and I’m going to be going out with a ‘bang’ so to speak.
I have decided that I am going to write a book about customer service. mOm is going to help me with it.
I took food to Sue on Friday; her knee is ow-ie. I asked her how the hell she’s going to be in two plays between now and the middle of May and she laughed and said that the roles require her to be in bed for most of the shows. I thought this was a stupendous coincidence and congratulated her on what appeared to be prescience.
I have pulled so much fur off Margot in the last three days (she’s doing the spring shed) that she’s having existential angst as it appears to her I’ve pulled a Margot-equivalent of fur off her already and she doesn’t understand that she can still be here.
Well, it’s that time again. I’m doing the coffee in church today so I won’t be upstairs listening to the service. Tom’s friend is being memorialized this afternoon so no rehearsal for my new song to be performed in church, we’re hoping Monday night now.
If you don’t have a will please write it up now.
Let’s just say I haven’t been this concerned with a family member’s bowel movements since Katie was in onesies.
Keith is coming for lunch today.
Those two statements have nothing to do with each other.
PS. If you are over 40 and don’t have a will, f(kk you. Poor Tom lost another friend this past week and he died intestate. And now Tom is getting sucked into yet another emotio-legal friend dying intestate mess, with a side of ‘and he owned a business’.
Katie is fine…. thanks, but she has visited the police and detailed her current woes, with a witness in tow, and so hopefully the unhelpful behaviour will stop. I am very proud of her – she dealt with it as an adult, with no fanfare and no pissing and moaning.
Tonight I’m going to go home and COLLAPSE. I am so tired, and the constant changes in the weather do not help.
So it’s about wolf urine. The best review is the serious one, buried in with everything else.
Puddled last night with Tom, Peggy, Paul and Katie. Feel MUCH better today in body, although my schnorker is still rather congested.
Got irksome news from Katie. Since people I really don’t like read this blog I’ll leave it at that except to say that she has it under control and she’s taking it as seriously as it needs to be taken.
Keith has interesting developments in his personal life of which I can say no more.
My personal developments consist of telling guys who want to have sex with me without reference to anything resembling a relationship to come the fuck out as poly and work on their goddamn communication skills. But nicer than that, I’m occasionally capable of compassion.
2020 says how badly I wanted to out this dude but I dint
A total stranger watched me drop my phone and returned it to me via the restaurant I dropped it outside. Paul fetched it for me. How can I think I live someplace uncivilized under those circumstances?
I have to sell Ziva. She’s going on Craigslist as soon as I get my ass home tonight.
I have been asked to use a new piece of software at work, but the instant I tried to log in, I found a problem.
The password is password.
Ayuh, the WURST PASSWORD IN ANGLISH!
I can’t change the password. I advised my contact.
I’ve been told the software company responsible for this affrrrrront to the 21st century has been advised …. shouldn’t they just be taken out, lightly whipped and then dismissed? Perhaps not. Okay, how about mocked and then dismissed….
It occurred to me that I actually have enough material that I could do a complete filk album. That was a weird feeling, considering that I didn’t CONSCIOUSLY start writing filk until 6 years ago.
2020 says I now have material for three to four albums
I just read on about.com (in a column about “The Worst Car You Ever Owned”) “Owning this car was like being married to A Supermodel with a Cocaine Problem.”
The latest round of repairs to Ziva appears to have more or less fixed the running rough on start up issue, and the rad had to be replaced because it was leaking and we have indoor outdoor cats. This will stop rad fluid from getting into the head gaskets. Thus the amusement about the above noted comment.
Margot’s blookhy eye is MUCH better, the pus is less, the redness almost entirely absent, although she yowls like a serval when I grab her to put the eyegoop from the vet in her eye. I need to trim her whiskers again, as they curl back into her eye and I think that’s what caused this last ailment.
I am coughing, sneezing, wheezing and I feel like I’ve broken a rib. Everybody in the house has been sick with a cold; feline and primate cheerfully shedding virus all over each other.
Music 2night with Cindy, possibly Paul too, who knows. I think I’ll stick with playing, because all that comes out when I actually sing is a hideous croaking noise.
Sunday I go corrupt the minds of our youth. Yes, I am participating in youth RE and talking about “My Life So Far.”
I also CANNOT STOP THE SIGNAL
In ¾ time
The stated goal of SGC is acquiring alien tech
For which we risk our hearts and minds
Not just our pretty necks
Woolsey and Kinsey on the earth
The Gou’ald in space to vex
But I know it’s true, and I know you do too
What’s going to happen next
In polka time
Creeping down a hallway x2
Creeping down a hallway, a P90 in my arms
Did you bring enough grenades (yes sir)
Did you bring enough C4 (indeed)
Blowing shit up real good always helps esprit de corps
Creeping down a hallway x2
Creeping down a hallway, a P90 in my arms
My name is Daniel Jackson I dig artifacts from dirt
My heart is soft, my head is not, I help the lost and hurt
My love life isn’t much these days, it’s mostly with Death I flirt
My newfound badass’ry fights Goa’uld asshatt’ry and so I stay alert
When I’m
Creeping down a hallway x2
Creeping down a hallway, a P90 in my arms
Jack did you bring more grenades, Sam did you bring more C4?
Teal’c blow up that mothership and make Apophis roar!
Creeping down a hallway x2
Creeping down a hallway, a P90 in my arms.
My name is Sheppard, look at all the troubles that I’ve got
I woke the Wraith and now my days are quite intense and fraught
Rodney saves my bacon though, his timing sure hits the spot
But I know it’s true and I know you do too, how we advance the plot
Creeping down a hallway x2
Creeping down a hallway, a P90 in my arms
Did you bring enough grenades, did you bring enough C4?
Don’t turn off the gravity, the ceiling’s now the floor!
Creeping down a hallway x2
Creeping down a hallway, a P90 in my arms
If violence is not the answer why bring Greer along?
He needs his CO (badly) to determine right from wrong
All he wants is guns to shoot and heads to beat like a gong
He wants to turn Rush into colourful mush, but he is holding strong
Creeping down a hallway x2
Creeping down a hallway, a P90 in my arms
Are you really there at all? Are you really who you say?
Pencil necks and aliens keep getting in my way!
Creeping down a hallway x2
Creeping down a hallway, a P90 in my arms
Katie and I got to gab for about three hours last night, and it was AWESOME. She’s really a remarkable person; when she talks about the elders in the care facility she works at her voice is full of such joy and tenderness and humour that it just gives me the shivers.
She’s finally gotten her hours back, as her nemesis quit or was fired, we’re not sure, and so she’s looking forward to getting her own apartment. And not. We talked about that for a good long while.
http://www.uni-mainz.de/eng/15114.php <—- article on training to manage tinnitus.