Unpacking

Unpacked 1 kitchen box, hung up some clothes and then back to BGs3 and Ds1.

Keith was here.  I texted Paul to let him know he was here overnight.

My life is a long list of people who won’t pick up their phones. This won’t last, I’m just peevish.
Recently learned that the ‘professional’ painters left an open can of pain thinner at their place of work, which happens to be Kopper’s house, thank you very much, thus nearly killing the fume-sensitive occupants.  Bad word connoting bad manners and stupidity.

Cooked halibut, tater tots and corn last night, with crunchy veggies on the side.  Mind you, Jeff had to say something like, “Wanna order in?” before I got off my butt and started doing like Ah promised.  I am now officially a BG fan but I want to kill Baltar and slap the Colonel around some too.  At least I have a fighting chance of understanding the BG filk now!

Got home in exactly 55 minutes last night.  This is not the transit time – this is the time it takes me to walk up to the bus stop, wait for the bus, get to the Skytrain, transfer, get on another bus, and walk through my back door. This is half an hour faster than it used to take me to get home to 2nd St.  I am not displeased.
Seems like some boys at work shaved head over Easter.  Fanboy (a guy in my department) showed up with an extreme load of stubble, RobofNine took it down to his dome, practically.  All that shiny pink skin, disturbing somehow.

The move still isn’t done….

But I have some more stuff from the old place and it’s much improved.  More unpacking tonight – last night I was so exhausted all I could do was rewatch Zulu and a couple of episodes of BGs3.

Blecch. Back to work.  I miss my mates but there’s (aw, shaddap) something on my desk that’s a lot like a brown object you find by mistake in the park.

Loonie Awards

The Loonie Awards were a smashing success; there were no draggy bits and when you think they took 8 non-actors and built a show around them – they did a phenomenal job.

Now off to get my bedding and a few more things from the old place – I have a vehicle until 5 pm today and I ought to go off and collect it.  More later, of course.

I guess I can assume that most of you have seen Obama’s speech on race

I am not going to say anything except I enjoyed it, I was moved by it, and I thought he was definitely showing more grit and more spine than most American politicians since the end of WWII.  If you haven’t seen it, it’s easy enough to find on Youtube.  Ooo, and I’m up over 400 views for the Tapioca song now.

Riverbend

This is Juan Cole’s response to my email to him about Riverbend.

Alas, I haven’t heard from her since she and her family moved to Damascus.  The Syrian secret police are not kind to blogging, so I presume that that is why she fell silent– plus she has no first hand Iraqi information.

cheers  Juan

More happy Easter

Deb sent this and I cannot resist posting it.

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I dunno what kind of dyes they used but it’s certainly striking.

Yes, I have kind of fallen off the face of the earth of late. Let me see if I can make it up. As it turns out, it’s just as well the Luddite and I didn’t get together; he is feeling poorly and while I would love to quote the email he sent me I am not sure we all equally appreciate the humour of mild stomach flu. The Loonie Awards Show I am volunteering for is going fabulously well; hopefully I will be able to see it tonight as I was minding the door last night. Doug and Elly, the cast and the volunteers have all done an amazing job, and it’s always fun to go to the St James Hall.

The unpacking goes well. I know it seems sometimes that I have carted an unholy amount of paper junk with me over the last 30 years, but sometimes I find stuff that makes me smile. I hadn’t seen the promo for Puzzle Factory, one of Elly’s theatre projects in Toronto, for at least ten years, and the day I am helping her it turns up out of the great dusty pile. I volunteered and performed in that too, and god help us all, my performance is recorded somewhere on VHS.

I am sitting at the desk my grandfather studied at when he was upgrading his education and working for the Saskatoon waterworks. It’s a very pleasant feeling, and it’s a really nice desk. I’m glad Jeff hung on to it for me. I have promised him that he’ll never have to move my bureau again. Paul and I bought it from a second hand store in Toronto – it was solid wood junk then and it’s junk now. But it’s capacious and holds my folding clothes so I should just stfu. I can more or less fit everything except my books in my room. I don’t have an unreasonable amount of clothing but I do have too much for the closet. More dejunking? More dejunking.