Just for fun – I shall take a few questions


  1. Transylvania – I think – I didn’t finish it. I didn’t get into video games until the visuals and music were better.
  2. Probably Alexios
  3. Don’t know
  4. Plants vs Zombies side quests
  5. Probably one of them ditzy broads in Borderlands who cain’t stop killing things or running her mouth.
  6. Probably the dragon in Dead Souls, Jesus did I get bored with watching brO fight it.
  7. brO and his favourite weapon in an FPS
  8. Skyrim, I ain’t even played or watched it and I know parts off by heart although that’s all Mike’s fault
  9. shrug, no notion

Ooh, now I’m thinking about a drinking game for Time Team.

  1. Drink at least a sip of alcohol when they do.
  2. Do a shot when Phil says ‘Ooh Ah’ or ‘Oh Ah’ or says ‘crucial’, ‘stone the crows’ or ‘crikey’.
  3. Do a shot when Tony flaps his arms while running.
  4. Take a sip when a woman archaeologist wears whatever the hell she wants without worrying about the camera.
  5. Take a shot every time you see the Mick doll.
  6. Take a sip when Carenza says ‘there’
  7. Take a sip when someone asks to come down in the trench.
  8. Take a shot when they go up in the helicopter.
  9. Take a shot when the re-enactors show up.
  10. Take a shot every time you see a dog or a cat.
  11. Take a sip when Tony makes a snide remark indicating that he thinks rich people are a bit much.
  12. Take a shot when one of Victor’s pictures is given to the village or the homeowner in the end.
  13. Take a shot every time Robin reads something in Latin.
  14. Take a shot every time they need dendrochronology.
  15. Take a shot if they gather the whole village together at the end.
  16. Take two shots every time the geophys is spectacularly wrong and it turns out to be geology.
  17. Take a shot when it rains.
  18. Take a shot the first time the archeologists go into someplace underground
  19. Take a shot every time you realize that the English really dig the whole colonizing and being colonized thing.
  20. Take a shot every time dowsing works.


Call an ambulance and go to hospital. You have alcohol poisoning.

Not a perfect birthday

for Jeff, but parts of it were excellent, and the shakes were REALLY GOOD. Burger Heaven knows how to do that.

Today is a laundry kind of day.

The Hugo awards ceremony COMPLETELY AND TOTES shit the bed. During the award presentations the white men mispronounced everyone’s names and reminisced about the old days, when nobody had to do shit for women and negroes. Disgraceful. The awards themselves mostly went to the good and great but mispronouncing Mur Lafferty’s name AND Fiyah Magazine’s name? wtf you soggy old assholes and GRR Martin was the worst of the fucking lot.

Seanan McGuire’s thread on how to run an award ceremony on twitter this morning was fucking awesome. She laid it out, all the shit the dinosaurs pulled.

snaks all day

Today is Jeff’s birthday, and he’s getting IHOP for brekky and a custom milkshake for an after dinner treat and SNAKS Aw DAE as I intend to take him to save-on to buy cheesies immediately after brekky, and maybe pocky and other noms.

We went to the new weed store in New West – the one on Ewen. I don’t tell adults how to behave but seeing two Black women without masks in there made my blood run cold. One of the packages we were sold was stoner proof. If Jeff and I had thought to make an unboxing video we could retire, because that shit was funny.

Buster, after days of not wanting to train, was a hundred percent the last couple of days ‘YES I WILL TRAIN, BRING HITHER THE SNAKS AND I SHALL JUMP AND LEAP ETC’ so I guess when determining Buster’s mental state that’s something I should include, if he’s a bit off colour.

We’ve had the AC cranked as hard as it will go, and opened the doors as little as possible, so it’s quite pleasant in the house even in the hottest part of the day.

a woman of colour in science

I read this letter and it’s heartbreaking and ENRAGING.

Good day yesterday; I feel a lot calmer. I still get a giggle every time I think of Keith’s tandem jump video.

Wrote a couple hundred words of fanfic yesterday. I’m turning one of the tropes of conventional heteronormative romance “I’m saving it for my husband” on its head for this outing.

The things I’m doing most these days are going for walks with Paul, restraining the desire to eat in a restaurant like a civilized human being, and laying around feeling sorry for myself. Also, practicing an instrumental opening for “Gelis and Nicholas”. I mean I’m spending almost an hour a day on it, and it’s not that great but getting better; Tammy said she wanted a copy.

drippy day

I didn’t get to see Comet NEOWISE although I looked to westward at sunset. I imagine it was too close to the horizon.

I had a long phone conversation with Keith yesterday that left me pretty messed up and here’s where it gets weird; Katie got the message on the wind at around 2:30 that I was feeling bad and she came straight here from work and yup, I was messed up. I cried for about half an hour after she got here, which everyone knows I don’t do (had a headache for the rest of the day, how delightful) but anyway I got a very solid emotional shot in the arm from Katie who was helpful without being overwhelming. Anyway the crying is not the only drippy part; it was a jeezly hot day in Burnaby yesterday, we had to turn the air conditioner on and even so I spent a lot of yesterday sweating.

With respect to Keith, it’s all stuff shaking out of the fact that I wasn’t a perfect parent. I could complain in public about it all but it would be special pleading and weak sauce and kinda rude to Keith, so no.


Katie has a week off from being a fulltime caregiving parent because Alex and his pops are going camping. I hope Alex has a lovely time, although how he’s going to cope with a week away from Minecraft I have no idea.

I TALKED TO MIKE ON SKYPE LAST NIGHT and it was lovely. He figured out how to get skype to run through a digital camera which is weird.

Not much writing. I feel stagnant and brackish.

Poem July 18 2020 “Winners”

The eavesdrip of his wrath is death,
and daily death, and unlike the last, best
holocaust, it flails like laundry under
global scrutiny.

Where science and civics are firm friends,
survivability blooms; then dies in a bucket
by arrogance and greed and sloth
seen as shadows on a screen
eating the burning bones of the end of the world.

Into my housebound day, a short walk.
I’m wearing a mask, because I’m
Human contact doesn’t happen.
The gap is observed.
We make two circuits of the local schoolyard
and sit it in the shade.
I nag him.
I don’t fully grasp the semblably saurian
reflex of it, a chicken pecking,
even I can see it, and I do it anyway.

This crisis won’t be dead until we are
and we won’t die as winners.

Family visit

Katie, sans Alex as he is with his father, is in Victoria with the grands. Paul is out of quarantine which effectively was the kids telling him he couldn’t live with them for fourteen days if he was going to the US for visits. He’s doing quite well, we went for a socially distant walk yesterday; I’m not wearing shields any more, I’m back to face masks.

After weeks of people wearing masks, Paul and I were the only people walking around in the 12th Avenue School park wearing face protection yesterday.

Bill Nye

Oh Jeff, I heard people banging metal super hard on the roof of the Catholic High School while we were walking around yesterday… maybe they’re fixing the THEM! ant noise coming from the roof of the school.

IT’S A STRIDULATING SOUND OF GREAT EAR PENETRATION so we’ll be glad when they fix it.

Statue of a Selkie from the Faroe Islands

another quiet day

Still really enjoying Time Team. Nice visit with Katie yesterday. She wants to visit the grands this week and I want to see them so bad I could shrivel but I really do not want to injure them nigh unto deeeeth so I think I’ll just ask for pictures.

Paul fell in his hotel room and had to go to hospital. He’s fine, we went for a socially distant walk yesterday.