Day off

Jeff and I are both off today, which is useful, as we have a long list of stuff we have to do before the party on the 31st.  I am SOOO looking forward to it…..  Enough of the fun people have rsvp’d that I am quite sure it will be awesome.

Yesterday was the Town Hall.  The brass fired stress balls into the audience while peppering us with questions about the corporate structure.  Yes, I wish I was making this up.  I heckled them non stop – they were not fazed at all.  Two fucking amazing announcements happened.  One, they communicated that we are moving, when, why, you know like EXPLAINING stuff to us and the second was that now and forever they are going to stop charging for parking.  I screamed, “BEST…. TOWN HALL…. EVAR!!!!!!!” while everybody else applauded in joy at the news.  Yeah, I guess these guys figured out that the single biggest irritant for all the workers was the having to pay for parking and they decided to s-can it.  They were very coy about the location of the new building so I batted my eyes at the IT guys and got to see pictures and layouts of the new place.  Obviously I’m not going to post where on my blog, I’m a dumbass, but only in so far as keeping my room clean and men are concerned, not spilling corporate beanage.  I got off two very good heckles, one of which had people inadvertently smiling at me for the rest of the day, and bounced back to my desk in a super cheery frame of mind.  I got all my work done and went to a massage, and now my glutes feel like I’ve been repeatedly hit with a rubber mallet, but ah, it was nice.  Then I made butter chicken and Jeff and I watched New In Town, another cute little Canadian movie, and I much enjoyed it.

Now I’m thinking of taking Jeff out for brekky and we can plot out our day…

Scrambled eggs

I made turkey snossage-egg-onion fry this morning for breakfast and judging by how much he ate, Jeff liked it.  Now, off to work.

I’ve been practicing – guitar at work and mandolin at home.  My callouses are starting to be a bit snaggy – not compatible with panty hose in any way.

Watched The Express last night.  Effective and sad; the football scenes were well shot and gave some feeling of those two lines of testosterone jazzed young men colliding with all verve.

Computation…. it is powerful.  And FUN.

The weekend’s over

Well, this was certainly a movie rich weekend.  Besides Inception and the inevitable True Blood episode, there was Growing Op and Numb, both hilarious Canadian films with American TV stars thrown in for extra visibility.  The notion of the guy who plays Hodges on CSI playing the paterfamilias of a marijuana farm in the suburbs is brain bending, and he delivers one of the best lines I’ve ever heard in a movie… no, really.  Ask Keith, he was there. Definitely worth seeing. both of them.  Both of them had F8CKING AMAZING soundtracks.  Seriously.

We got the mower back from the lawnmower place (unfixed, may they achieve decomposition in a quiet place) and Jeff mowed the lawn while I edged things and watered the peas and quinoa and whacked weeds.

This weekend we also managed to get Granny’s stamps to the dealer, so between the weed whacking and carrying all the boxes upstairs my back is unbelievably sore.

I read Plantinga’s Breviary of Sin, which Ontie Mary gave me last I was in Victoria.  Very Christian but brilliantly written and very quotable.

I’ve started taking my musical instruments to work so I can practice at lunch.  I am now practicing every day, and I have the callouses to prove it.

Lightning – the Diving Horse.

Friday night falldown goes mobile

Last night me and Jeff and Paul and Keith and ScaryClown went to the Peak for dinner and then to Inception at the Dolphin afterwards.  We could have gone to see the Blue Meenies at the John B Pub afterwards but it was 9:30 when we got out of the theatre and I was ready to go home.  I dropped ScaryClown off at Brentwood and headed home in the lovely cool dusk.

Inception is not a classic movie – by me – but it sure is visually stunning and challenging, and I enjoyed it immensely.

Cavalcade of Cheese (part III)

Patricia has moved in with her partner Damian and they invited me, Leeanne, Keith and some random dude who used to live in Australia over to their place to talk about Australia.  Because Keith is thinking of going there. It was loads of fun.

The folks have a beautiful apartment – a loft with nice views – and we had much amazing cheese and some lovely conversation.

Ziva continues to run well.  I asked Keith when I was driving him home if we could slow down the return journey and skip the highway – I went down Government Street with the Tunnel of Trees.

Yesterday I took my guitar in to work and practiced at lunch.  I got all the way through Ramboing x 3 and then did Don’t you Weep.

Hilariously unprintable

…. the contents of a phone call last night.  My personal life continues to be serene on the surface, at least.

In other news, I phoned Paul night before last and said, “We have to make an album.”  So last night instead of going to Jericho (Mike was working anyway) we practiced Ramboing, Ericka’s Song and Come Out.  The list of tunes we want to work on is much higher than twenty, and both of us are appalled at the prospect of securing rights, but, I guess we have to.  Fortunately for my stuff that’s something I don’t need to worry about.

FCC body checked.