Settler words&music in S'ólh Téméxw, (leanpub.com/upsun) living where privilege meets precarity in MST country. she/her/they———– Novels: Midnite Moving Co., Upsun; Sweep Off Those Waves coming soon, Hair Sinister after that. —Restore All Indigenous Lands!
SO I went to Maria’s restaurant on Denman last night with two coworkers and did NOTHING except talk about work. The food was fabulous, the service was a little…. I dunno. She kinda flung stuff on the table in a remarkably inelegant fashion.
Now it’s time to go to work and talk about…. the restaurant? Life is so recursive, and passing odd. Thanks for the link Lady Miss B ’cause it was very funny.
And this article shows, in part, why.
While we’re at it, Mr. Coding Horror Man rocks too.
Katie said to me on Monday, “There was something in your fridge I couldn’t identify.”
I said, “Was it green?”
“Yeah. I think it used to be a vegetable.”
“It was a cucumber – the beginning of October.”
Hysterical laughter.
I am trying to practice thankfulness. Today’s thank…. Hot shower. Oh, oh, the beauty of a hot shower.
I was so blissed out that I didn’t even notice when Katie lay on the floor and started taking pictures. Then I did notice her and screamed.
There were quite a few goofy and out of focus pix but this is the best of the lot to my way of thinking.
I stayed up late watching a movie and singing and playing last night, and now all I can think about is sleep… so after I take back the movie I think I’m going to curl up and crash.
The weather reports for Vancouver entirely suck. They said it was going to be plus six and rainy, but I guess being situated on this damned big hill makes nonsense of such prognostications.
There is a HOWLER of a typo in this webpage.
Check after ‘If u need….”
and Katie had cleaned my apartment. Now she’s sleeping in again, and I’m about to head for work.
My back feels SO much better today. I told Mike to buy me a massage table just like that and I’ll give him the money later. It’s really well designed, holds 500 pounds and is comfy as all get out.
Mike, may he be praised and adored, has brought over a massage table. Katie took pictures of my face ‘anging through the ‘ole. She is still here, wonderfully enough, and we’re noshing on leftover pizza and fried rice I just made and there are two pieces of dynamite sushi left.
Sorry, must go – my country needs me.
Kopper and I saw it on Saturday. Freaked the hell out of me… watching a long remaindered aircraft, which your father hunted Russian subs in, flying around Vancouver is right up there on the weirdity scale. UPDATE
Oh, it was an Aurora. Okay, nothing to see here.
There’s another FOUR INCHES on the ground up here. You can barely see across the street. Tanya from work just called me on my cell to tell me it’s slippery as hell so I gotta burn ass out of here to work – she says nobody is even answering on switchboard, which sucks at 7:30 am.
but this is too good to pass up. A nine year old reviews the GOP debate.
The reason I think it’s really a kid is because I know nine year olds this smart.
Linda Quibell led a luminous cast in this triumphant all-woman performance. Everything about the production was clean & fine. I will be savouring the textures of this play for a long time to come.
Debbie forwarded this. It’s long, but sensational. You could video animals for a thousand years and never get footage like this.