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Yesterday I discovered that the search function on Allegra’s blog is broken.  I did some research and I’ve tried a few possible fixes, but so far no solution.  If there are any WordPress experts out there, your assistance would be appreciated.

I am getting so sick of this

Taser news

You know what REALLY FREAKING CHOKES ME???  That commentators are saying “Oh better hit with a taser than a gun!”

When a cop pulls a gun, there are consequences.  When a cop pulls a taser, which has a small but non-zero chance of constituting ‘the final deadly force you will ever feel, chump!’ it seems there are no consequences at all.

You know what else singes me?  That the Taser company is SUING medical examiners who say that a taser contributed to the death of a citizen.  Give me a break!!!

Ow

Overdoing it just seems to be my style – 1.5 hours on a bike yesterday and my bum is providing me with much feedback this morning. The vaccination points don’t hurt, but my arms hurt from hauling groceries. I deked into Brentwood Mall, supposedly for beer and veggies and there was no spinach. This completely put my dinner plans into disarray (as Jeff can no doubt attest – I’m not even going to post what I ‘cooked’ for dinner last night but will say it was heavily augmented with rice pudding, ice cream and strawberries) and I was so discombobulated that I started wandering around the mall looking for somebody else to take my money, although I did pick up fresh fruit as part of my ongoing efforts to provide pleasing nourishment to myself and Jeff.
Cobb’s didn’t work out. Usually it’s a great place to spend money, but some jackass cut in front of me in the lineup. I went to the other bank I use and changed my address; I drifted upstairs and got robot socks and pink skull socks for a buck each (v. nice socks) along with a more nondescript pair of blue socks and three t-shirts all for less than $15; I went to Sears to see if my sore butt could find new pants and believe it or not, I emerged with cords and jeans which fit me for $50 (& you should have seen me sitting and squatting and doing truncated high kicks in the dressing room – it would have been a top ranked video on youtube I’m sure, either under the title Middle Aged Woman has Spazz Attack or Woman dislodging small mammal from pants). Then I bought beer. My carrying capacity at that point having been reached, I went to the bus and the driver scowled at me when I tried to pull out my bus pass when he was trying to pull out of the bus loop. “I KNOW you have a bus pass,” he said.

Then home and a couple of Deadwood episodes and early to bed. I am going to be finding a lot of reasons to stand up today.

Healthy day

I cycled from here to Vancouver General and ALMOST all the way back – I was only about ten blocks from home and realized I just didn’t have it, so I also learned (thanks to a really snarly driver) how to get the bike on and off the rack at the front of the bus.  Such a lecture your poor correspondent received!

Now I am about to jump on the bus again to go to RCH for my other appointment, and then home.  Where I hope to just collapse.

While I was waiting at the clinic, the Luddite called with the best route home. He had guessed when I’d be sitting waiting and planned how to get home with the minimum of hills.  I didn’t do it of course, being contrary, but it was ever so sweet of him.

perfectly normal pork chops

The meal last night was yummy – the pork chops were precisely at that place where doneness and juiciness intersect.  I learned a little more of the new barbecue’s ways so that I will not be helpless when it comes to searing meat.

The Luddite was here and was entertaining.  His take on reality is so skewed that I find myself cracking up repeatedly.  We traded backrubs while Mayday! was on.  Jeff cracked up himself when he learned that one definitive way to shut me up is to work on my feet.  You never know when a piece of information like that could save your life, or your sanity at very least.
I like the Mayday! show, except when I think about travelling to France on a jet aircraft…
The stove has been fixed.  The stove elements now work in perfect congress.
Rogers is still dicking around with the phone service.  I’d give details, but I’ll let Jeff provide them if he feels like it. The phone works, but the billing is like a nightmare from the consumerist.com website.

My pay issue at work has been resolved.  That was annoying, but like most things it was easier to fix when I stopped being mad.  My raise wasn’t added effective 1st April like it was supposed to be – the explanation was apologetic and the action plan acceptable.
I am off to collect some more hepatitis shots and get a mammogram.  I’m going to ride my bicycle to the place I’m collecting my shots and then take the transit home, and then leave for my appointment at RCH.  Now that the weather is better I’m going to try to get some exercise any day it isn’t pouring rain.  I’m thinking of my last mammogram – almost 15 years ago now – in Montreal, when I got to listen to a boundlessly cheerful tech say, “Ne respirez PAS de TOUT!”  “RESpirEZ!” about a hundred times.  Then I went to listen to the results from an urbane Francophone doctor, who tapped the films in front of him and said, with equal cheerfulness, “Zat is a perfec’ly normal breast!”   Hmf.  There is nothing perfectly normal about me…. but those are words I sure want to hear again.

Jericho

Jericho Beach Folk was loads of fun.  Cameron Latimer was really good, but his dobro player and upright bassist were superlative.  No names for them unfortunately, but there can’t be TOO many dobro players hereabouts who are dead ringers for Joss Whedon.

Luddite comes by this evening.  He has been fighting with raspberries and apparently winning.  This is good, cause his raspberry bushes are very large and he’s been tending them for over a decade.  In fact, one of the first things he told me was that he was a very big raspberry fan, which I found entirely charming.

Oooo

You ever get the feeling that you MUST learn what the lyrics are?

I have had the worst 7777ing case of “mondegreen” for the last 6 weeks or so.  The playlist on my MP3 player currently includes the B52’s Love Shack.  Towards the end Cindy yells ….. something.  Honestly, I knew it wasn’t Tanned and Rested, but that’s the only thing my auditory skills could make of the syllables.  It’s actually Tinned roof, rusted.  Now how the hell was I s’posed to figure that out?

Keith here for supper, to pick up the coffee maker and AGAIN forget his taxes (something he’d stop doing if he ever read this blog and learned the manner in which his uncle was mercilessly mocking all but his split screen geekery) and of course I haven’t done mine, so I can hardly lampoon anybody.

The low ebb continues.

The downstairs neighbours’ dog jumped on me.  Basically if the dog sees me it jumps on me.  There’s nothing mean or threatening about it, Meadow’s an adorable dog, just really really poorly trained.

Spaghetti and meat sauce for dinner.  Crudites on the side.

I hear crying from the basement.  Now yelling.  Certain areas of the downstairs resonate more than others.

It’s hard to practice.  I’m going to give the guitar a whirl and see if it stayed in tune.