questions

Okay, now that Jeff’s watched the last of the True Bloods for this season, I can ask the following questions of an uncaring universe.

What the hell is Sookie going to do when she meets Jessica (world’s most annoying teenaged vampire and made by Bill)?

What the hell is Bill going to do when Sookie finds out about Jessica (he already said sorry, but Sookie didn’t know what for…)?

Is that Lafayette’s corpse or unconscious body?  If his corpse, is it possible that he might be made and now be a vampire?  Who killed him if he’s dead?

If it isn’t Lafayette, is that Tara’s mum’s body and we’ve been faked out?  I doubt it because the writers pretty much play fair with the audience.

What kind of magickal creature is Maryann, where does she know Sam Merlotte from, why isn’t he warning Tara?  If she’s not a shifter, is she some kind of Celtic minor deity?  The pig is amazing, by the way.

Why the hell did Sam clean out his safe?  Where’s he going with the money, and why?  What other properties does he own in Bon Temps, and why? 

Anybody else find it kinda creepy that Sookie turned Bill over to face the daylight and Sam had to haul him inside (after getting his ribs kicked in!) so Bill didn’t fry?  We know that Sam’s a dog and therefore a loyal kinda guy, but this is taking self-sacrifice to interesting extremes.

WHO DID BILL FEED ON?

What the hell is Jason Stackhouse doing in a church? Nothing good can come of this.

What plot twists is Terry Bellefleur being saved for?  He becomes increasingly important over the last two episodes, and has the single best line. “I don’t listen to politics anymore, I get a seizure.”

Is Detective Bellefleur going to smarten up?

Is Tara being hypnotized by Maryann?  Is Eggs an aspect of Maryann?  He sure talks like her!

Is Maryann more than one person at the same time? 

Was the pie eating dude not one of the greatest bit characters in the show so far? 

Is Mr. Skarsgard not awesome? I like Pam too, she’s SO matter of fact.

Was Amy a skanky and sociopathic ho or just a self-indulgent hippie chick?  We’ll never know, but that final scene was incredibly shot.

Was the guy who plays Jason deliberately cast because he looks like a hot young version of George W. Bush?  The resemblence is pretty funny…

Anybody else notice the one point in the show when the guy who plays Bill completely lost his accent?

Back to work

I only have three days of work and then another 4 days off. I will probably have forgotten how to turn my PC on this morning it’s been so long since I looked at one.

The cats (or cat) peed and pooed on my clothing and bedding in Jeff’s absence, but all is forgiven; Gizmo grabbed my hand with both paws the other day to convey it to his head in the international cat sign language of PET ME YOU THUMBED FOOL!  (THUMBED being two syllables, natch).  Also Eddie did the same thing he did the last time he was talking to Jeff on the phone, which is to nuzzle the phone and start purring.

It was so slushy yesterday, it was like being trapped in a tasteefreeze machine that had run out of food colouring, except, well, iccky brown.

Sarah Palin, can you see Russia from your house?

Polar Bear, Polar Bear, Go Away.

Dreams & food & rellies

I have a cloth cap to keep the snow offa me
I have a cloth cap to keep the snow offa me

I stopped writing about my dreams in my blog because I read it was one of the worst and most self indulgent things you can write about.  So when I tell you that last night I dreamed that my laptop caught fire, filk went mainstream (songbooks in chain bookstores?) and I met a True Blood cast member getting a humanitarian award for bloodrelated research, be assured it was an amazing experience.

Snow has turned to drizzle.

Biscotti – quite good biscotti – has been made.  Today I’ll make and freeze turkey à la king.

The back deck appears intact.

My distaste for alcohol continues.

The carrot salad Paul sent me home with in the magic bag of leftovers is so good I got up and had it for a midnight snack.  This is while there was Brie in the fridge, mind you, just to give you some basis for comparison.

Speaking of leftovers I think I’ll nuke up the leftover sweet potato with Brie on top.  I’m so suggestible.

Holy cow

Tony the landpeer just came over and told me to stay the hell off the back porch – the posts and the roof are buckling under the weight of the wet snow and he’s afraid I’ll get caught out there.  Now I’m wondering if I should move the bikes off the back deck but there’s no place to put them.  Also, what about the barbecue?

Urk.

bwa ha ha…. more snow

The Dalai Jarmo looked at the forecasts a week ago and calmly said, “They are wrong.  It will stay cold until the 28th”.  So I am not surprised by this….

From Envrionment Canada

5 to 15 cm of snow can be expected today.

This is a warning that significant snowfall is expected or occurring in these regions. Monitor weather conditions..Listen for updated statements.

A frontal system approaching the coast will bring strong winds and a mixed bag of precipitation today through Saturday. Strong winds up to 90 km/h ahead of the warm front will prevail over the coastal sections of the central coast through this evening. Heavy snow has already been observed on the north coast although it will change to rain near noon. As the front moves southward snow is spreading to the Inner South coast. 5 to 10 cm of snow can be expected for metro Vancouver, the Fraser Valley, Sunshine Coast and East Vancouver Island. Snow will change to rain this evening as the warm front nears. Rain will become heavy tonight through Saturday for the Fraser Valley with up to 60 mm of rain expected. Snow will persist over Howe Sound tonight giving with near 15 cm accumulation before changing to rain Saturday morning. Over inland sections of Vancouver Island snow will change over to freezing rain this evening and finally to rain overnight as temperatures rise.

Christmas day in the morning

I’d like to wish everybody a very merry Christmas; may the food be yummy, the company welcome (or you be welcome wherever you go) and the gifts tasteful and appropriate (if, unlike my family, you haven’t entirely given up on gift giving).

As much as we all like gifts, we declared a mutual non-aggression pact.  Gift giving can turn into a real mess of dashed expectations and expensive mistakes; I guess I associate Christmas with the a five pointed star that consists of food, friends, family, fellowship and films.  Because you got all this free time and you don’t want to talk to each other, so it’s time to watch a movie.

A very Merry Christmas to my cherished progenitors, nautilus3 and Loki.  They are not experiencing the best of health at the moment, but instead of complaining the worst they will say is that it is ‘tiresome’.  I hope to be like them someday.

Happy Christmas to my brother Jeff; we’ve been living together 8 months now and we’ve had our ups and downs but 2009 is looking mighty fine.  Kitties miss you! Eddie had a howlathon at 5:30 this morning that sounded like a cross between an aria and a lament for the dead.  I think they also miss going outside.  Merry Christmas to Eddie and Gizmo.  I’d give them catnip but Eddie’s already a bit rangy.  Merry Christmas to Jeff’s friend Pat in Victoria.

A very Merry Christmas to my Unca Dave. I can’t imagine what’s it’s like to be getting cancer treatments over Christmas and I hope I never find out.   I haven’t had a single cigarette since I found out he was ill with cancer.  I do look forward to hearing his stories again live as well as having them written down; nautilus3 has recorded some so we can all enjoy them.  And I wish my pOp would let me re-post his stories from the Air Force, they are so funny and so well written that he owes it to the world.

I’d like to see Unca Barry’s stories too, that man is among the best raconteurs ever.  I won’t wish him a Merry Christmas though – he is Baha’i after all.  Instead I will wish him peace and joy, and that the riches of contentment continue to bless him and Ontie Jackie.

The rest of the Victoria contingent springs to mind; all the folks at Pondside, including Dr. Filk (now in Alberta), Shauna, Katherine, Ontie Mary, Granny, and the folks at her retirement home who feed her and look after her so very well.  Season’s Greetings also to cousin John.  Alex, Rob, Darcy, Curtis and babbies: a safe, warm and cuddly holiday to you all!

Blessings of the season to Lois, Bobby, Jesse, Kaitlyn (sp?) and the rest of the Alberta contingent of cousins and rellies.  Season’s Bleatings to Ruth, John, Lindsay, Jessica and Kaileagh (sp?).  Now I know why my mother does the genealogy thing, it’s so she has a reference for how to spell people’s names.

Reason’s Greetings to my beloved coworkers; Tanya, Cris, Andy and Patricia; my lunch buddies Peter A, LTGW, Robof9, ScaryClown, Francis, John A.; my ‘from the dawn of time’ coworkers Ngoc, Mohammad, Jarmo, Mike B, Eugene, Jim E., Sarah, Harry, Ian, Rob B., Michel, Lindsay, Peter T.; all the techs who put up with my constant stream of whiny emails; Sandy P., Mike McG, Steve and Yvonne, all the folks in the cafeteria with a special shout out to Zari, a hug for Kyi and a quick grope for Chris; largesse and neckrubs for the IT folks.

A big hug for Paul, Keith and Kate, whom I will see later today. A wave to Suzanne and Daxus, even if Daxus is being exceedingly boneheaded these days, and the less said about that the better.

A heartfelt plea for another year of domestic peace and many thanks for the blessings of neighbourliness to Jacquie and Jason, the best neighbours we could have ever wished for (she says as she works her way through Jacquie’s baking, and thank god I had biscotti in exchange). How do, to the landpeers Tony and Lisa, and their family.

Merry Christmas to Tammy and her biomom Janet.

For Lady Miss B, and her excellent spouse Joe, Many Happy Reorientations, lumberjack smoothies, etc.

For my Chewish friends, Chappy Chanukah!  That would be Elly and Bonnie.  Season’s Greetings to their spouses as well.

Glen and Maggie, Jim and Jan, MERRY CHRISTMAS.  I think of times we did the Christmas gathering stuff with you and get all nostalgic.  Oh, and G&M thank you for the single nicest Christmas card I got this year.

Although special mention must be made of Brother Jim’s card.  He sent me a pen and a really cool card.  Please check out his Alternate Energy Calculator, blogrolled herewith.

A happy clap of joy for all my Livejournal buddies (u_must_b_joking, in case you care).  I just want to testify that your continuing trials and triumphs are more fun than a day at the beach, more engrossing than a Dunnett novel, and the sad bits make me cry really hard, and the scary bits are really really scary.  Best of all are the times you say EXACTLY what I’m thinking, but BETTER, TERSER AND FUNNIER.  You folks can WRITE!!!!  Yee haw.  And a special thanks to Jon Singer, who is going to lase moldy pumpkin pie.  Yes, you read that right.  And he’s identical in appearance to Rincewind; Terry Pratchett himself said so.

A poke to my Facebook buddies.

A tweet to my Twitter buddies (allegras, in case you care).

Merry Christmas to everybody on the casts of CSI, NCIS, and True Blood!

If I missed you for greetings, I sorry.  I tried to think of just about everybody.

God rest ye merry, ye following gentlemen and ladies:  Mr. Music, Cindy, Dave JD, Chipper, Tamara, Anne, Jerome and Shannon, Kopper & entourage, Tom & Peggy and retinue, Deb and menagerie, Cousin Gerald & fambly; the bus drivers of the lower mainland, and all the ships at sea.  And if God and the Flying Spaghetti Monster don’t do it for you, just substitute ‘the laws of physics’.  They always seem to work for me.