Tuesday, November 30, 2004
Mom's Cancer
Reading this comic strip is a worthwhile 20 or so minutes. It was interesting and heartfelt and I could really relate. Link from popculturejunkmail.
Reading this comic strip is a worthwhile 20 or so minutes. It was interesting and heartfelt and I could really relate. Link from popculturejunkmail.
Monday, November 29, 2004
Who Spilled Ketchup On The Kajagoogoo Album?
Ben Rayner is boring. Everyone knows that some 80's songs are still absolute gems. So what? I don't need him to tell me what song was always great and which album has endured or even "needs revisiting" or whatever he says. This guy is a fuckwit. There is no excuse for STILL OWNING A BOX OF TAPES, and for EVER owning a BOOTSAUCE record.
Ben Rayner is boring. Everyone knows that some 80's songs are still absolute gems. So what? I don't need him to tell me what song was always great and which album has endured or even "needs revisiting" or whatever he says. This guy is a fuckwit. There is no excuse for STILL OWNING A BOX OF TAPES, and for EVER owning a BOOTSAUCE record.
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
... And We're Petting Unicorns!
Had a delightful lunch with Buck today at Dynasty, previously referred to on one of my other blogs as "die nasty" though it's not at all bad. It was wonderful to gossip and catch up and just so cool. It really lifted my spirits.
Had a delightful lunch with Buck today at Dynasty, previously referred to on one of my other blogs as "die nasty" though it's not at all bad. It was wonderful to gossip and catch up and just so cool. It really lifted my spirits.
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
Wondering What Happened to Xeney
I have a couple of blog / journal thingys I check and read almost every business day (I avoid the computer on weekends). This short-lived blog Jerbet has left me puzzled. It's this chick in Sacramento who I've been reading on and off for years. Her diary has had many different forms and spin-offs. She wrote about a bad family breakdown / incident with her sister that was fascinating. She's a lawyer who decided to do an MA in English Lit (cuckoo). She's into gardening and outdoorsy stuff. Cleaning her house made her stressed. She kept acquiring dogs. She and her husband sleep in different bedrooms because they like their own space. Then apparently some guy wrecked it all for her but I can't be bothered to do the sleuthing to figure out how or why. By "wrecked it all" I mean somehow through harassment or stalking (I'm guessing) made her decide to stop updating. I emailed her to ask what happened but she didn't respond. I'm sure that it's out there on some forum but I don't have the time / patience, as I said. Well, she's quit before and come back. I just hate losing a good link.
I have a couple of blog / journal thingys I check and read almost every business day (I avoid the computer on weekends). This short-lived blog Jerbet has left me puzzled. It's this chick in Sacramento who I've been reading on and off for years. Her diary has had many different forms and spin-offs. She wrote about a bad family breakdown / incident with her sister that was fascinating. She's a lawyer who decided to do an MA in English Lit (cuckoo). She's into gardening and outdoorsy stuff. Cleaning her house made her stressed. She kept acquiring dogs. She and her husband sleep in different bedrooms because they like their own space. Then apparently some guy wrecked it all for her but I can't be bothered to do the sleuthing to figure out how or why. By "wrecked it all" I mean somehow through harassment or stalking (I'm guessing) made her decide to stop updating. I emailed her to ask what happened but she didn't respond. I'm sure that it's out there on some forum but I don't have the time / patience, as I said. Well, she's quit before and come back. I just hate losing a good link.
Monday, November 22, 2004
What The Animals Said This Past Weekend
Jazz: Why don't you assholes turn on the fucking heat ya cheap bastards. I'm tired of having to sleep in your crotch to get some warmth. I'm 8 years old and I deserve better treatment. I should be enjoying my middle age but instead you bring home a fucking dog you insensitive twats. Me and my boyfriend wanna book but you never open the freaking doors do ya? Even I can smell the cat piss in here and WHAT'S WITH THOSE FUCKING MOTHBALLS? Sweet Jesus.
Dr. Zaius: I remember when I could lick my own balls. Those were the days. Some have referred to me as a pinhead but I feel a better description would be a free-moving flop doll. When the dog walks by I think "I'd like to get with that" but she isn't sending me any signals, so I don't take it further. Has anyone seen Snake-o lately?
Ghillie: I've been secretly peeing on the floor for about a year. I frequently have dried poo stuck to my bum but I don't care. I hate the cleaning lady.
Jazz: Why don't you assholes turn on the fucking heat ya cheap bastards. I'm tired of having to sleep in your crotch to get some warmth. I'm 8 years old and I deserve better treatment. I should be enjoying my middle age but instead you bring home a fucking dog you insensitive twats. Me and my boyfriend wanna book but you never open the freaking doors do ya? Even I can smell the cat piss in here and WHAT'S WITH THOSE FUCKING MOTHBALLS? Sweet Jesus.
Dr. Zaius: I remember when I could lick my own balls. Those were the days. Some have referred to me as a pinhead but I feel a better description would be a free-moving flop doll. When the dog walks by I think "I'd like to get with that" but she isn't sending me any signals, so I don't take it further. Has anyone seen Snake-o lately?
Ghillie: I've been secretly peeing on the floor for about a year. I frequently have dried poo stuck to my bum but I don't care. I hate the cleaning lady.
Not Just For Trains
The tracks by my house are busy -- commuters trains in the am and pm; Regional trains throughout the day; Freight trains throughout the night. I like how they rumble by. Too soon I stopped noticing them. They sort of give the dog pause as she runs in the park beside the embankment.
This morning at 6:30am I heard something coming up the tracks that was definitely NOT a train. I looked up the embankment and saw a guy on a handcar pumping away, going northeast. He wore a hardhat with a headlight on it. The handcar had front and rear lights too. Then at about 7:20am I saw a modified truck on the tracks going southwest.
It reminded me of a documentary I saw late one night on TVO when I could not sleep. It's called Train on the Brain, by Alison Murray. It's about this chick who hobos across Canada/US examining how young hobos be hobos. It was compelling, and made me wide awake.
The tracks by my house are busy -- commuters trains in the am and pm; Regional trains throughout the day; Freight trains throughout the night. I like how they rumble by. Too soon I stopped noticing them. They sort of give the dog pause as she runs in the park beside the embankment.
This morning at 6:30am I heard something coming up the tracks that was definitely NOT a train. I looked up the embankment and saw a guy on a handcar pumping away, going northeast. He wore a hardhat with a headlight on it. The handcar had front and rear lights too. Then at about 7:20am I saw a modified truck on the tracks going southwest.
It reminded me of a documentary I saw late one night on TVO when I could not sleep. It's called Train on the Brain, by Alison Murray. It's about this chick who hobos across Canada/US examining how young hobos be hobos. It was compelling, and made me wide awake.
Thursday, November 18, 2004
Mothra Relieves Himself In My House
We've had a severe moth problem at home for a year. Nick's expensive sweaters are full of holes. We decided to just lay on the mothballs and now it stinks like old people. People at work look at me funny because I smell of a different generation.
And at home when it's not smelling of mothballs it smells of poo and pee. The cats poo a prodigious amount. And their pee stinks. No amount of changing the litter, buying expensive new-fangled litters, cleaning and air-freshening can change the catty smell at home.
Then there's the dog. She sometimes goes through phases of pooping exclusively in the backyard and not on walks. Then a couple of times a week I go around and pick 'em all up. Except that sometimes Nick goes outside in his slippers in the evenings and has a cigar. Then he inevitably steps in messy rained-on dog poos. And then I have to clean his slippers, the carpets, his pant cuffs. And we have broadloom everywhere.
Everywhere I look: poo. Everything I smell: pee and mothballs.
My sister-in-law rated the smell at my house as "Cat pee: 4 (definitely there but not urine-soaked); Mothballs: 10".
We've had a severe moth problem at home for a year. Nick's expensive sweaters are full of holes. We decided to just lay on the mothballs and now it stinks like old people. People at work look at me funny because I smell of a different generation.
And at home when it's not smelling of mothballs it smells of poo and pee. The cats poo a prodigious amount. And their pee stinks. No amount of changing the litter, buying expensive new-fangled litters, cleaning and air-freshening can change the catty smell at home.
Then there's the dog. She sometimes goes through phases of pooping exclusively in the backyard and not on walks. Then a couple of times a week I go around and pick 'em all up. Except that sometimes Nick goes outside in his slippers in the evenings and has a cigar. Then he inevitably steps in messy rained-on dog poos. And then I have to clean his slippers, the carpets, his pant cuffs. And we have broadloom everywhere.
Everywhere I look: poo. Everything I smell: pee and mothballs.
My sister-in-law rated the smell at my house as "Cat pee: 4 (definitely there but not urine-soaked); Mothballs: 10".
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
The Good Old Days Of gaycelebrities.com Before It Was A Porn Site
This site was MADE for me. Reminds me of that 90210 recap site circa 1994, one of the very first, published by that Daniel Drennen guy.
This site was MADE for me. Reminds me of that 90210 recap site circa 1994, one of the very first, published by that Daniel Drennen guy.
More Burgerpower
This is hilarious. "Kobayashi has proven he's not the Lance Armstrong of competitive eating, but that Lance Armstrong is the Kobayashi of cycling," Oh, and Lance Armstrong cheats. You can't convince me otherwise. Cheater cheater cheater cheater starfucker.
This is hilarious. "Kobayashi has proven he's not the Lance Armstrong of competitive eating, but that Lance Armstrong is the Kobayashi of cycling," Oh, and Lance Armstrong cheats. You can't convince me otherwise. Cheater cheater cheater cheater starfucker.
A St. Joe's Kind of Day
Whenever I take the Bay St. bus to and from meetings downtown I always see loads of St. Joe's girls on the bus or just walking by. Yesterday I saw my former principal, a nun, get on the bus at Queen St. and off the bus at Wellesley. She must still live in the residence above the school. At the same time I saw Jane G. walking down Bay St. in a business suit. Jane looked miles different than when she was repeating parts of Grade 13 in 1986-87; The nun looked exactly the same, except a little dustier.
Whenever I take the Bay St. bus to and from meetings downtown I always see loads of St. Joe's girls on the bus or just walking by. Yesterday I saw my former principal, a nun, get on the bus at Queen St. and off the bus at Wellesley. She must still live in the residence above the school. At the same time I saw Jane G. walking down Bay St. in a business suit. Jane looked miles different than when she was repeating parts of Grade 13 in 1986-87; The nun looked exactly the same, except a little dustier.
Monday, November 15, 2004
Talk Cinema and Untold Scandal
I saw this movie yesterday. It is the same story as Les Liaisons Dangereuses / Dangerous Liaisons / Valmont but set in 18th century Korea.
Even though I purposefully skipped a rugby party the night before so as not to get totally shittered and miss the event (due to hung-overedness) I was still tired and crankypants at the theatre, arriving around 9am. I forgot to park for free at Manulife. I did however partake of the Starbucks-catered breakfast.
As with the two films I've already seen based on this story, it was beautifully shot and perfectly cast with lovely costumes and sets. For me it's hard to tell how the acting is because of the subtitles, but it seemed pretty good. It was a little sexier than the other movies. And the ending was far more dramatic and cruel.
As like last month's show, I just left after the movie, not caring to join the discussion or listen to what anyone else thought.
I saw this movie yesterday. It is the same story as Les Liaisons Dangereuses / Dangerous Liaisons / Valmont but set in 18th century Korea.
Even though I purposefully skipped a rugby party the night before so as not to get totally shittered and miss the event (due to hung-overedness) I was still tired and crankypants at the theatre, arriving around 9am. I forgot to park for free at Manulife. I did however partake of the Starbucks-catered breakfast.
As with the two films I've already seen based on this story, it was beautifully shot and perfectly cast with lovely costumes and sets. For me it's hard to tell how the acting is because of the subtitles, but it seemed pretty good. It was a little sexier than the other movies. And the ending was far more dramatic and cruel.
As like last month's show, I just left after the movie, not caring to join the discussion or listen to what anyone else thought.
I Can't Stop
I can't get over being annoyed at my friend. I keep nicely blowing her off. I think a confrontation disguised as a wine-fueled chat is in my future. I just don't care if we're not friends. But she keeps calling and I keep returning her calls.
I can't get over being annoyed at my friend. I keep nicely blowing her off. I think a confrontation disguised as a wine-fueled chat is in my future. I just don't care if we're not friends. But she keeps calling and I keep returning her calls.
Friday, November 12, 2004
6's and 7's
I'm still all mixed up about how I feel towards my friend. We've spoken several times since I decided to break up (but not tell her...), and we've even gotten together once for a hike. I think I don't break it off completely for the sake of the dogs! It's kind of hard to freeze her out completely, but very easy just to not call. Then I feel bad for not calling... but not bad enough to have a talk with her about it.
I still feel like I'm dead tired of being her therapist. I feel myself zoning out when she tells me every little thing happening in her life. She talks about herself almost all of the time and I talk about myself almost none of the time. That's an unbalanced friendship. The thing is, I don't WANT to talk about myself. I don't want to share my feelings. I feel ooky at the thought of sharing my feelings with her. Ookiness mixed with fear.
In the past few weeks since she's been more-or-less out of my life I've felt pretty good. Like, one less thing to deal with. One less thing to take care of. I've felt relief because I haven't had to listen to her or think about her.
I'm still all mixed up about how I feel towards my friend. We've spoken several times since I decided to break up (but not tell her...), and we've even gotten together once for a hike. I think I don't break it off completely for the sake of the dogs! It's kind of hard to freeze her out completely, but very easy just to not call. Then I feel bad for not calling... but not bad enough to have a talk with her about it.
I still feel like I'm dead tired of being her therapist. I feel myself zoning out when she tells me every little thing happening in her life. She talks about herself almost all of the time and I talk about myself almost none of the time. That's an unbalanced friendship. The thing is, I don't WANT to talk about myself. I don't want to share my feelings. I feel ooky at the thought of sharing my feelings with her. Ookiness mixed with fear.
In the past few weeks since she's been more-or-less out of my life I've felt pretty good. Like, one less thing to deal with. One less thing to take care of. I've felt relief because I haven't had to listen to her or think about her.
