more redhead lovin
From the file
The Kwik-E-Mart in Coquitlam.
On this day in 1930
Boycott Johnson and Johnson
Better….
One of the effects of Pride Day was a kink (very funny…) in my right shoulder from helping carry the banner. However, Mike has been here and after he doused me in grapeseed oil and worked on me for about half an hour, I felt much better and got up this morning with everything from my foot feeling less numb (unexpected bonus!) to much less pain elsewhere. He also brought my guitar back from Baumfest, which was almost two weeks ago.
We started the evening at Simba’s on Edmonds because Dosza Hut was closed for kitchen renos…. a drag as both of us had a major dosa jones…. but the meal at Simba’s, including Kenyan Tusker Beer, was a sensory delight in a very peaceful and humane setting… Best of all was being served by an Asian woman in a dashiki. Welcome to Vancouver, please check your tired old expectations at the door.
Someplace in Chinatown Mike scored a traditional chinese jacket with frog closings and traditional style pants – in fatigued jeans material. The overall effect is so “Serenity” that it has to be seen to be appreciated. Especially with that ‘red flag to a bull’ do-rag. And the long hair. Oh, and he’s clean shaven now, for those who care. He took a week off his unfulfilling in the extreme McJob and is relaxed.
Now that my resemblance to a human being has been improved so much, I think I’ll go to work and do something remunerative for my efforts.
I bought a camera (and two gigs of SD and other camera accoutrements and a cutting board and a proper paring knife) last night before Mike called. I had been on the verge of going home, feeling very lonely because the previously made plans to go into New West didn’t fly, and then…. a friend with a convertible shows up.
Listen up, girls
You know you are hopelessly screwed when….
the science tells you so.
I still think the last paragraph is the funniest. And it explains everything that went wrong between me and Paul….
More proof, if proof were needed, that Swedes are…. well….
Pee and Poo. No, really. Cute, cuddly, and gender neutral….
Tarot reading
Like a busybody, I asked The Italian Randomizer (one of my nicknames for the tarot deck) about the spiritual requirements of a friend.
In the Celtic Cross, and with the proviso that I don’t use a querent (picking a card for the person being asked about) or reverse cards, here was the layout:
Judgement
8 Wands
Justice
9 Swords
King Swords
Temperance
King Wands
9 Wands
King Pentacles
Wheel of Fortune
….I thought my eyes were going to bug out of my head. Three Kings? Four Major Arcana?? Nothing smaller than an eight? All of the cards well placed, and Judgement and Temperance (two spiritual, winged beings) standing side by side in the layout?
The gloss is – your fears are imaginary. With the full application of masculine energy, temperance and rationality, all will be well.
Too bad this person is too rational to tell.
On this day in 1974
sierpinski wuz here
oops
A car rests upside down against a wall and a handrail as pedestrians look on in central Moscow. Witnesses say the driver walked away from the accident unharmed.
o….m….g
(link removed for security reasons) What a greeting.
Scroll down to the video and watch it. Normally cats do NOT give returning owners this kind of rapturous welcome. And there are rather a LOT of cats in this video.
zombiewalk
August 25th, 3 pm, starts at the VAG.
Be there or look here later for pics!
Science pick up lines
– Oooh, your IQ is 145? I like ’em beautiful and dumb!
– By looking at you I can tell you’re 36-25-36 which, by the way, are all perfect squares.
– According to the second law of thermodynamics, you’re supposed to share your hotness with me.
– I wish I was your differential, because then I’d be touching all your curves.
– But enough about me, let’s talk about mu.
– What say we skip this nerd-fest and hit an all-night symposium on Euclidean Geometry?
(Stolen from Scienceblogging….)