Category: Writing

ain’t hilarious.  They turned up at Planet Bachelor, which is grisly, mostly because the landlords are being dipstacks, but now the boiz r  not going to Nita and Mike’s wedding and they say I can go, but I  haven’t planned for it (I need a lot of mental preparation) and I’m not happy about being given the choice. Which just shows I’m a little teetery on the totter these days.

Made a very nice spaghetti with chicken the other night, plus some more ice tea, plus trimmed Buster’s claws.

He has excellent claw control 99% of the time but jumped up on me this morning and popped his claws languidly into my thigh. I leaped up with him under my arm, conveyed him to the bog, trimmed him and then he ambled out into the kitchen for his treat.  I’ve never met a cat who was so crazy and so chill at the same time.  Love me some Buster.

God I want The Expanse to come back SO BAD. Mr. Robot is back, but I’m going walking with Paul in Oakalla, so I’m thinking it will be after that.

So I’m not getting it. It’s apparently gamifying government access to private records, and there’s quite enough of that shit going around right now without me adding to the pile.

It’s really weird seeing people congregate around an area for no other reason that imaginary beings are supposed to be there and you get points for communing with them. No… wait… that’s church.  Frak, I can’t keep track. It was weird seeing all those people milling around the World’s Biggest Tin Soldier. FOR POKEMON.

Really nice walk with Paul yesterday at the Quay.  Finally got a pulled pork sandwich from Reup BBQ after being driven insane by the smell. I make just as tasty at home (okay so not rilly authentic) so I’m thinking PORK ROAST, or just cheating and getting the Western Family packaged pull pork, which is perfectly acceptable nosh. Off to the butchers for same.  Maybe pork chomps for schnitzel. Why am I thinking about dinner at 4:50 in the morning???

 

Also incredibly brief. At the end Lorraine took us all up to the roof of Hastings Racecourse and we got an amazing view of the Burrard Inlet. There were horse races too and bunches of people I only ever met on social media who turn out to be just as marvelous and funny and lively IRL.

Mike called just as I was packing up so it was bad action movies and pizza at his place.  Paul just called (he’s so chipper these days with his new eyeballs it’s almost scary!) and we’re going to go for a walk.  I’m thinking the Quay but he may have other ideas.

Except I’m going to the dogs. The Wiener Dog Races.

I can’t FRIKKIN believe it, according to the translink trip planner I have to take a bus across the Ironworkers’ Memorial bridge and then come back to Hastings to get there. Ludicrous.  I don’t do bridges if I can help it.

One of the cacti Jeff brought back from Victoria is so happy it’s about to bloom.  Yay!

Can’t sleep, clowns will eat me.

Everybody Keith invited bailed, but Keith, Jeff, Paul and I had a lovely time watching Ant-Man and we drank most of that Dageraad Amber Ale, which was tasty.  I prepped a lot of veggies, but such is life; the lads took most of it so it won’t rot in the fridge.

Made tea; there’s lots of iced tea in the fridge but I feel like hot tea in the morning.

Going to the weiner dog races tomorrow.  What’s the point of living in Vancouver if you don’t take advantage of its many amenities I always say.

 

“Two centuries ago, a former European colony decided to catch up with Europe. It succeeded so well that the United States of America became a monster, in which the taints, the sickness and the inhumanity of Europe have grown to appalling dimensions”
Frantz Fanon

Going shooting with the boys later.

Jeff took me to brekkie at Coming Home and we watched in horror as the fire inspector came in and started the process of shutting the restaurant down.  God.

Made chocolate chip cookies.  They are damned good.

Now I’m going to head downstairs and watch the rest of the UEFA game, Germany France.

 

He brought me an apple turnover. Life is good!

 

UPDATE: we’re hosting his 30th birthday on Friday. WOOT.

Apparently when you show Alex a picture of me that’s what he says.  I get a name, me happy.

I think the BLM:TO activists did the right thing, and I don’t give a shit, I said, and I repeat, I do not give a shit whether this puts the TPS in a rough position with respect to Pride TO or any other group.  The police have the legal monopoly on the use of force and they have done quite enough to abuse the honour this century so far.

According to Chanda Hsu Prescod-Weinstein:

I wish people were this upset about the stop and card programs. Or the databases of Black people that police are maintaining. Or Toronto police killing Black men. Or the fact that half of Black children in Montreal live in poverty. Or the fact that half of Black Toronto’s youth may not graduate high school. Or the fact that the Prime Minister talked during the election about “cultural problems” and “their music.”

Don’t take the side of the oppressor, it’s like trying to block the sun.

Off to do family oriented things later today which will not make it onto the blog, but all is well, and all will be well.

Glad they got two goals in the second half, though.  I think France really wants to win the UEFA tournament, and I also think if they face the Germans it’ll be volcanic.

Wales got through, and good for them.

Made lemon curd again.  It’s even more sour than the last time.

Burns Bog is on fire.  It’s one of the lower Mainland’s ecological jewels but with climate warming it may just burn out. A transmission tower is already down; no revisions to air quality have been made but it’s already making apartment dwellers pull the fire alarm miles from the fire, so I’m sure you can work it out.  Let’s hope it rains and rains hard.

 

I’m going to check my temperature. I’m weak as a kitten, slept most of yesterday, could not eat anything, feel entirely crappy since all of my bones ache.  As is usual when I’m subpar my night was filled with wacky dreams and scary crap.

My back hurts so much I’m practically weeping as I type this.  Off to the painkillers.

I don’t have a temp and I have one other symptom.  No idea what is going on, but I’m probably going off tomatoes and eggs for a while.

Using fabric from mOm and fibrefill that I think also came from her I made two pillows today, one for the long suffering butts of Beacon (Christ those chairs are hard) and one for Mike for his birthday.  Since he doesn’t read my blog, he don’t know nothing about it. The one for Beacon is a brilliant gold, black and peacock, and much more stuffed and smaller in dimensions, and the one for Mike is tiedye, mostly purple, and understuffed, it’s sort of a combo beach pillow and meditation cushion.

 

Paul’s second surgery went great; he skipped the Ativan and so experienced more discomfort and less jolliness than usual (n of 1.)

Actually did some editing yesterday while I was waiting for him.

Today I have his car while he waits to get the eyepatch off so I’m going to do a Major Garbage Run and get rid of as much trash that’s lying around the yard as I can in one go, plus putting down more dirt on the front beds and if I’m feeling really ambitious more weedwhacking in the front yard, which candidly looks like a playground for dirt bikers and chafer beetles.

Margot and Buster are getting along really well, it’s cute to watch them interact.

Still haven’t done anything about video from Tuesday, hope to get to it today.

Brekky out, lunch provided by Jeff and supper at Katie’s.

For whatever reason, Katie’s s/o didn’t join us for the meal, although he was there, watching TV very loudly, and then he left which makes the Mennonite part of my bones all sadface because sharing meals is the primate thing.  However Young Sir was in fabulous shape although he refuses to call me GiGi anymore.  I am now Zaza, and I told him most solemnly that he could call me anything as long as it’s consistent.  He is using lots more words, just not consistently, which is making his mama somewhat anxious.  He’ll be fine.

This time Katie booted us out; Alex was ready to party all night long but Young Sir needed a bath and a story and bed.  Keith joked “So he’s going to Bed, Bath and Beyond,” which I found quite comical.

Fixed the bug curtain for the back curtain by the simple expedient of sewing pennies into the bottom; I found a use for pennies!

Brekky at IHOP, where I wish I had some of those atheist business cards lying around so I could circle Matt 6:5 for the dudes loudly thanking heavenly Father for their sodding breakfast.  As well thank the woman who brought it to them, I wonder if they’ll leave a tract instead of a tip? Such behaviour is apparently tiresomely common across the US.

Dinner tonight at Katie’s.

The cacti are all set up in the kitchen window now.  I cleaned the window ledge out before I went to the Island, and now it feels prescient since we actually had enough room for them all, just barely, in what is the only decent window for the purpose in the house (we may move some into the south facing window in the living room, but we have to ensure that the cats can’t knock them over first.

I knocked over my manuscript for book II.  I’m thinking of saying fuck it, since none of the pages are in order any more, and editing it in random chunks. I tried to take some advice about editing this morning and just ended up feeling worse; it didn’t help and I can’t imagine who it would help who wasn’t already loco.

As expected I’m stiff as a fricking board this morning.  I always hurt worse the second day.