Category: Uncategorized

Moosekiss and weather

I had yet another wretched night of insomnia on Saturday night and was so messed up it rather upset my plans for the day.  I suspect that even if I’d been compos enough to go to work I would have thought twice given what the weather did yesterday, which was everything including blow really hard.  Instead I cooked a couple of meals and stayed in bed and slept for a good chunk of the day.

I’m feeling a lot better today.  Better enough to post this moose picture forwarded from Leo, provenance unknown. There’s another moose in there for good measure.

Fresh water

We watched the Planet Earth episode on Fresh Water.  I can’t recommend this series highly enough, especially in HD.

I had a couple of good days last week, but I’m all wobbly again.  Spring – work – the weather change.

Egg fried rice for dinner.

My new friend is off in Winnipeg visiting rellies.  We will get together upon his return.

I looked up the words liturgy and worship yesterday to see if they could be used in an atheist context, and guess what, they can!  An atheist liturgy is not only possible, it might even be desirable.

Some progress

I have written down another song.  I decided to pick something simple, and so it only took half an hour.  This one is called Staycation, and it’s about the joys of staying home.

Watched Wit last night.  Emma Thompson is a force of nature.  Yes it IS a downer, but such is death.

snow

After the glorious sunshine in Victoria yesterday, it was a sad shock to come home to whiteout conditions at Main and Marine.

It’s good to be home, nevertheless.

Last night I had the first dream I can remember in ages.  I dreamed I went to rent a fabulous apartment in Paris for 200 euros a month and I didn’t take it because there was a brothel across the street.  The prostitutes were sitting on the balcony displaying their wares in a most unpleasant way.

The thing that makes me happiest

I am now faced with packing for Victoria. IDONOTWANTTOCARRYMYPACKTOWORK.  And the mando.

Last night Tom U, Mike and Heather, and Keith and Jeff and I, had butter chicken and barbecued oysters and rum flambéd apples and garlic bread.  Food hit the plates sort of randomly.  Much beer was consumed. I love my friends and I had an awesome time.  What is with me and partying on weeknights lately???

My new friend phoned and told a hilarious story about the ferry line up.

The thing that makes me happiest is the big playground that is my mind.

food & a brief narrative on narrowly avoiding public mayhem

I cooked me and Jeff salmon fillets poached in coconut milk, with orange slices, pepper, salt and garlic, with a shake of dill, and fresh asparagus and a baked potato.  The leftover asparagus got tossed in with the leftover salmon flavored coconut milk, and then I added in the cooking water, and I’ll rizz the asparagus and coconut milk and then strain it and it will be SOUP.  Nothng wasted.  Tomorrow, many many vegetables, and some mango.

Some teenager is yelling in the alley.

Something really annoying happened to me this morning on the way in to work and it was 15 minutes before I could stop thinking of things I should have done to that motherless wastrel.  I thought of ripping his earplugs out of his ears, knocking his hat off his head, taking his picture, punching him, kneeing him in the groin, getting up in his face and saying Your ancestors would die of shame if dey saw you like dat, and… then I remember that the bus driver saw me interact with him and HONKED HER HORN AND GESTURED IN SOLIDARITY.  Even so, even despite that, “tell it, sister,” all I could think of was how badly I wanted to injure that guy.  All he did was drop his newspaper and refuse to pick it up and take it to the trash.  I ended up doing it for him.  Fuck!

Some teenager is yelling in the alley.

busy cooking

It was quite a weekend for cooking.  I made rum drops (cheap version of rum ball, and not super successful because I didn’t use powdered sugar), pork roast with the trimmings, massively unsuccessful pie crust, and apple filling for the pie crust.  I also made macaroni and cheese, and that was an unqualifiied success, and I also added sauce to the chick peas I cooked, so they are now officially yummy.

It is with some annoyance that I have made the determination that the skin goop I bought for forty dollars a tube always makes my skin break out, and the stuff I got for free from London Drugs, which has enough perfume in it to fell an ox, doesn’t.

Paul and Keith came over for dinner and we watched a really cool show about the four winged ancestor of birds.

How shall I rescue the pie crust?  I am at a loss.

I always did want to know how to wash my hair in space

And now I know.

A map of the grow ops in Toronto. The reason I’m posting this is because if you did the same map of Vancouver, you wouldn’t be able to read the street names.

I post this link as possibly being useful to my mother in generating pictures in collage format, you know, family history pictures.

I know we all have favourite charities, but this looks kinda useful.