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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.

I just wrote five hundred words and backspaced over all of it.

Sigh.

Working on a migraine.  Little flashie rainbow lights.

 

 

Just got closer.

Had pho for lunch two days running.  yummmmmm!

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 all I got was this cool video.

Man, there are a lot of allergens in the air.

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!

I am crushing on Kristen Holden-Ried so hard right now I might as well be 11.  It is the combination of his lovely rumbly voice and the way he smiles at Bo that does it for me.  Axtually the other day I was thinking of my first media crush, and it was ‘the cute one’ from Alias Smith and Jones.  Since nobody reading this will remember that singularly unmemorable show (I’d probably find it unwatchable now) all I can do is say, “Hey, I am no more mature now than I was then!”  Mind you nothing I say will drown out Jeff’s comments on Ksenia Solo, who is so cute it’s quite unreal. But I’m not going to talk about it because it’s boring, and transitory.  It was Cillian Murphy last month.  Lost Girl is NOT a good show.  But it is a consistently entertaining show, and that’s what I want.

I don’t talk about my sex life, because my mother reads this.  Everybody, pause and be THANKFUL.

I don’t talk about work, even though right now I am bursting to.  (In brief – reorg.) There are two appropriate people to talk to about work.  Your boss, and a friend who lives in another town.

I don’t talk about my health stuff; if I did I’d never say anything else.  I’d also get advice, which, if you talk about your health, you are implying a solicitation for.  Uh, no.

I talk way too much about church anyway.  So, for a while, a respite.  I mean, who cares that I delivered a homily last week and that it went over very well?  Me and five other people.  The new homily is up for anyone who’d like to read it.

Still no wirelessforme at home.  Wireless works, but my laptop is saying, :hunh? waaa?:  Cable hookup downstairs works fine of course.

Watched Sita Sings the Blues with Paul, Keith and Kate last night and they all loved it.  Why the hell not, the animation is amazing, the soundtrack is boss, and the message particularly timely for daughter Katie, who after all has been in an abusive relationship for about a decade now.. … well it feels like a decade.  The kids agreed to come with me on Sunday, woot!  They are demanding as their fee a breakfast on the ferry, no problem.

To make you want to come to work.

I observed NO TRAFFIC but every truck in the lower mainland was attempting to bind its bumper to my tailpipe, like, ew, and then I observed DUCKLINGS on the duck pond, and then I observed that I have no network access, so the work I came in early to do, I can’t.  Sigh. So I’ll have to find something else to do.  There’s plenty of work, it’s just when you make up your mind to do something and you can’t, it’s a pain.

The Midnight Moving Company has taken over my brain again.  Watching Lost Girl has made me realize I’m still really fond of that idea, and I love all the characters (“Vampire Gypsy Musicians!” “Cute and v Accommodating Goth Chicks!” “Clinically Crazy ‘Born not Bitten’ Vampire Anorexic on a Thelemic Quest to Avenge His Sire/Mother!” “Mighty Human Warrior who is Allergic to Sunlight!” “Bemused Movie Crews, Nagging Night Nurses, Philosophical Ambulance Attendants, Suspicious Cops, Transsexual Street Hookers, Butt Stupid Drunken Hipsters!”

The service went really well.  Rozanne did a fabulous job as showrunner.  (mmmm, not very worshipful language but o well).

Here’s an amazing skyscape from New Zealand.

A good place to be from.

Hijacked ads, not safe for work.

Mike got the job.

I’m very anxious about Sunday.

Bisexual and venomous.  Safe for work.

Laughing is not an option, I don’t want to wake Jeff up.

Who knew you could hand rear a honey badger? It’s like having the world’s squirmiest toddler.

Fifteen HUNDRED people? The whole town will have PTSD. They would probably ban tolling bells for funerals if they had any church towers left.  Sue Sparlin was born there.

Salaam.  It’s worth it.

 

 

Wild tech.

The lazing and loafing went on pretty much continuously.