We're hunting witches
Today in the pocket of my blazer I found:A pack of matches from Kustom Kulture with four matches left.
My debit card that I thought I'd lost.
Three bobbi pins
A sticker with Bugs Bunny on it.
It poured on me all the way to the office this morning, but as I was waiting to cross the street at Broadway and Osborne I saw two worms hugging each other and it made me smile.
la joie de vivre
Coeur de pirate || Ensemble from Dare To Care Records on Vimeo.
It's chilly and sort of rainy and I'm stuffed with food from the amazing Fort Garry Mother's Day Buffet, to which I took my mom for Mother's Day.
Also, my aunt from Toronto, Grandma whom I love dearly, and Dad were there also.
I love my family's values about some things; we all feel that dressing up doesn't happen enough so we dressed our Sunday Best for the brunch. I wore a lovely black-and-white dress and my super-comfy cork wedge sandals and curled my hair. My mom looked stunning, I wish she dressed up more often.
I tidied Ty's living room of all the scraps of crafting foam we've been mutilating for weeks for the March of the Robots which was last night, pictures of which will be here shortly.
Oh man, and from the Wine Festival too; I'm so behind on posting.
I re-discovered SARK today.
When I was living in Hamilton my ex and I briefly stayed with his brother and girlfriend in Brantford, Ont. and Holly introduced me to these ridiculous and brightly-colored books that I instantly fell in love with.
I'm a big sucker for feel-good messages, what can I say?
SARK has a journal which you can check out here.
I'm going to go dance.
Halo
President Obama pokes fun of Jay Leo, Jersey Shore and others, and is generally fucking awesome.
Stop watching after about 15 mins or so, because that's when Leno starts speaking and it stops being funny at all.
Go Mr. President.
Get your sexy on
Last week Gord told me that he hadn't been able to set up his account for automatic withdrawl because he hadn't had his checkbook on him.
No worries, I dropped off a check for the full amount and spoke to someone from our rental agency and instructed them to only withdraw the check, not the pre-authorized amount.
I spoke to someone at the agency. It was all good. I thought nothing more of it.
... So here is how today went:
Got to work. Worked a bit.
Thought "I should check my bank balance" and found out I'm in the negative.
I shouldn't be in the negative.
Look, and guess what. Both payments were processed.
Fuck.
Call Rental Agency, bicker. Bicker more.
Fax over copy of bank statement showing that, yes, they both went through.
Leave work.
Wait for the one bus that goes to the agency, board the bus.
Spend forever getting there.
Meet with woman. Deal with woman.
Get check from snotty receptionist.
Miss bus.
Walk for 45 minutes back downtown because it's faster and more efficient than transit.
Go to the bank to cash the check.
Realize I don't have my bank card.
Fuck.
Go home. Can't find bank card.
Fuck.
Book it to the TD on Portage and Main.
Get new bank card.
Deposit cheque.
Buy groceries from The Bay.
Book it home.
Have internet installed by prompt, friendly, cute Shaw Cable employee.
Eat a bagel.
Rest my sore feet and exhausted mind.
And I still have more running around to do.
Can someone carry me, please?
No worries, I dropped off a check for the full amount and spoke to someone from our rental agency and instructed them to only withdraw the check, not the pre-authorized amount.
I spoke to someone at the agency. It was all good. I thought nothing more of it.
... So here is how today went:
Got to work. Worked a bit.
Thought "I should check my bank balance" and found out I'm in the negative.
I shouldn't be in the negative.
Look, and guess what. Both payments were processed.
Fuck.
Call Rental Agency, bicker. Bicker more.
Fax over copy of bank statement showing that, yes, they both went through.
Leave work.
Wait for the one bus that goes to the agency, board the bus.
Spend forever getting there.
Meet with woman. Deal with woman.
Get check from snotty receptionist.
Miss bus.
Walk for 45 minutes back downtown because it's faster and more efficient than transit.
Go to the bank to cash the check.
Realize I don't have my bank card.
Fuck.
Go home. Can't find bank card.
Fuck.
Book it to the TD on Portage and Main.
Get new bank card.
Deposit cheque.
Buy groceries from The Bay.
Book it home.
Have internet installed by prompt, friendly, cute Shaw Cable employee.
Eat a bagel.
Rest my sore feet and exhausted mind.
And I still have more running around to do.
Can someone carry me, please?
Feathers of an arrow
Every time I sit down my legs go whyyyyyyyAnd every time I walk around my legs go whyyyyyy
whyyyyyy are we moving why aren't you in a big bubble bath soaking us after such a physically challenging week of working and packing and working and packing and then running all over the place?
My reply is it's only Friday and half a work day is left and after that you need to carry me to Tavern United with co-wokers to bid farewell to the lovely Mariah and have pints and probably calimari and maybe a salad, we'll see.
The original plan was to sit on the rooftop patio but it's raining outside so the that isn't an option so we'll grab a booth somewhere and get served by cute girls.
I believe they wear plaid skirts there.
If there are I will take a picture for Tony in his honor.
I'll speak slowly if you're on something, and faster if you're not
Wow it's Wednesday already where did the week go?Guess that's what happens when you switch either between Work Mode and Extreme Packing Mode; I've either been at the office or cooped up in my apartment packing up the ridiculous amount of boxes needed for The Move this weekend. Honestly, why do I have so much stuff? The only thing I can justify and be proud of are my five large boxes full of books that I will never, ever part with.
Good news is that tomorrow I go back to clean and then spend the night hanging out and relaxing before the moving extravaganza which will swiftly be followed by the Wine Festival. Should be an interesting weekend.
But enough about this coming weekend, let's rewind and visit last Saturday when I was graced by the presence of these two gentlemen and a couple bottles of wine before heading out to check out The Ghost Show at the opening of Freud's Bathhouse and Diner.Possibly the best name for a venue ever.
I'll just say flat-out that I adore this space; there isn't a lot of sitting (or standing) room as I believe capacity is 50 people, but it makes for a really nice intimate environment. I was also a fan of the "ghost-themed art" hanging/on the walls and the sexy-time pink lighting. I have a fetish for little spaces like these.
I'll just say flat-out that I adore this space; there isn't a lot of sitting (or standing) room as I believe capacity is 50 people, but it makes for a really nice intimate environment. I was also a fan of the "ghost-themed art" hanging/on the walls and the sexy-time pink lighting. I have a fetish for little spaces like these.We happened to walk in during musical performance that involved a guy occasionally strumming a guitar with some weird synth as background noise. Not exactly our style, so we all stuck around inside to check out what would follow but that turned out to be a really cool beat and a woman singing like Yoko Ono.
So we headed outside to mingle with the hipsters and take drunken pictures of the buildings instead.
So we headed outside to mingle with the hipsters and take drunken pictures of the buildings instead.The venue was definitely somewhere I would check out again. Iffy musical performances but you win some you lose some and I'm not even 100% sure who was playing so I can't point fingers at who was whom anyway. That being said, I have a feeling that a lot of weird-assed musicians will be playing there and I am extremely excited to check upcoming acts in the future; it's venues like these that you can find some real musical talent.
Eventually the music started to wind down and when the Hipster Conversation turned to how the City is potentially going to be paving over the cobblestone streets in the Exchange (outrage!) we decided that it was time for more beer and to head to Jabez's sweet-assed condo to wind the evening down.
Eventually the music started to wind down and when the Hipster Conversation turned to how the City is potentially going to be paving over the cobblestone streets in the Exchange (outrage!) we decided that it was time for more beer and to head to Jabez's sweet-assed condo to wind the evening down.All in all a very successful night.
I could go for more Saturdays like these.
Roll the dice
National Geographic is rolling out a new documentary series called "Extraordinary Animals in the Womb" that looks to be really interesting and informative.Aside from being about interesting animal fetuses images were captured is really cool, it's one of the first instances of 4-dimensional scanning. To get the images, producer Peter Chin used a 'combination of three-dimensional ultrasound scans, computer graphics and tiny cameras to capture the process from conception to birth of a number of animals including sharks, elephants, dolphins, dogs, and penguins'.
Since I have a fascination with all things gross and bodily (the podcast I am listening to was titled "Should We Save Umbilical Cord Blood?") this sounds like a really interesting series that I figured I'd share here with anyone else interested in animal babies and blood and birth. Oh, and penguins.
Check out the page for the Extraordinary Animals episodes here and the general page for the documentary series here.
Wasn't looking at your girlfriend, didn't touch your mustang
So tired today, spent all of last night packing up my apartment.And by that I mean... just my bedroom.
I never realized how much stuff I have.
It's gorgeous out today and I should be out in the park enjoying my lunch.
But I'll spend it here checking out Winnipeg Cat because I love inside jokes about the place I live.
And it's too much effort to go outside.
You're a really great person, you just don't know it yet
I wish that every time I said or did something awesome somehow this clip of Citizen Kane clapping determinedly would be shown.
Picture me always as a god, don't put me on a pedestal
Guys, life is stellar.The next time I start spending all my time stressing, one of you just slap me (verbally!) and remind me that everything works out in the end and I need to stop stressing.
Everything's working out, and spring is here.
In celebration of Spring and new things (and a bit of inspiration from Galadarling!), here's my Spring Mix, a bunch of new (and old!) 'tunes that have been making me dance and smile lately.
1. Cassette Kids - Spin (House Remix)
2. Jay Z - Dirt off Your Shoulder
3. Chris Komus & Alex Ridley - Chick Magnet
4. Kid Beyond - Wandering Star
5. We Have Band - Love, What You Doing?
6. Cake - Going the Distance
7. Kanyé West - The New Workout Plan
8. Broken Bells - Vaporize
9. The Von Bondies - C'mon C'mon
10. Vampire Weekend - Cousins
11. Deastro - The Shaded Forests
12. The Stereophonics - Superman
13. Pulp - Common People
14. Beck - Cellphone's Dead
15. Franz Ferdinand - Ulysses
Obviously if you guys have any musical suggestions to make, I'd love to hear them! I'm always up for new 'tunes.
