rumour has it

I was told that I should tell some drunken Gilly stories. Sadly, there weren't any really specific ones. Two drinks and he was pretty drunk. He got all huggy, and I laughed at him. It was all good.

And tomorrow is BATB, there should be some good stories from that.

I forgot to mention

The best part of the Avril Lavigne concert was that I got the word "AL" stamped on my hand.

Angry girl rock

I'm back from the Avril Lavigne excursion. It was loud but good. I have to remember to take ear plugs next time I go to a concert. It was a crowd of little kids with their moms. It was kind of like going to the circus, but with more beer. It was kind of handy for those of us who are vertically challenged though, because I could actually see over them.

Gods is Avril ever tiny. She's about the size of a small 12-year old. I don't know where she keeps all that voice. Maybe in her hair.

The opening band was a guy named Butch Walker, who I'd never heard of. I'm not exactly up with the popular music scene though. He was pretty good. His best song was the Kelly Clarkson song he sang. His stuff was okay but not very distinctive.

Avril Lavigne's best stuff was definitely the acoustic part. Since her voice is the important part of the band, it was kind of nice to actually be able to hear it. She can actually sing.

The latest in reality shows

Tommy Lee Goes to College.

I see no good coming from this.

on crack - or almost

I'm sick again! The infection has come back to haunt me. It's also haunting my little sister, who's had it for a month or so. She looks (and also feels) like she's been run over by a herd of maurading cattle. Of course, she also may have been stepped on. She was covered with sand at the camp she's working at, so she isn't sure. Personally, from prior experience, I'd say it's the death infection taking its toll. It felt like I'd been kicked in the chest for about a week. This time I decided not to get to that stage, so I'm on yet more antibiotics. At this rate I'll be personally responsible for the immunity of all viruses to drugs.

stop the ringing

I am the sort of proud owner of a new cell phone. I'm not all that proud because, against my better judgement (yes, I do have some), I went with the monthly payment plan. I've just calculated what it will cost me, and not only will it be the single most expensive piece of electronics I own, it'll also be worth more than the rest of them combined.

Isn't technology amazing?

Sleeeeeeeep

Any job where you have to work through the afternoon should come with mandatory pillows.

I'll be doing a happy dance if you need me

I love when people take holidays, which means they won't be around for a while.

All gone

I got a haircut this morning, if you couldn't tell from the new picture. Hey, it looks like I have hair! I just got a trim, so it's not that different. But the chick straightened my hair. The entire reason I get my hair cut is to get rid of split ends, so it mildly irks me when hairdressers helpfully pre-wreck my hair. Much as I want to go bald, it's not in my 5-year plan. All in all it was a pretty good experience though, she didn't take off five times what I asked, which is a small miracle in itself.

Hey look, I still have hair!

Doin' the Do

I went out to the farm this weekend. They were in the area that got a freakish plough wind late last week, so Saturday was mostly spent picking up branches and having a nap. My parents had a "do" on Sunday, invited a bunch of friends and neighbours. It was pretty good, except for the abysmal weather. I've never been a fan of cold rainy wind.

One of the neighbour kids reminded me why I never want to have any. Not that he was terrible, but he didn't stop moving or talking the entire time. My niece and nephew are really good advertisements for the joys of having kids, so they're bad influences. They're cute and smart and fairly well-behaved. Boy is my sister-in-law going to get a surprise if/when the rest of us procreate. That'll teach her to raise her kids right.

Do you recall what was the deal

I declare today as Rhyming Comment Day. Happy Rhyming Comment Day! The deal is that all comments have to rhyme. And if they don't I will curse your soul and steal your firstborn child. Deal? Deal.

So much spam, so little time

Sometimes spam is so disappointing. I had such high hopes for the one titled "The cure for your marriage blues!" I was hoping it would be the hot lonely housewives stuff my roommate gets, but it was just viagra links. I have more faith in "hot love items directly from manufactor!"

So I have this urge to write

But not much to say. I'm feeling a lot better. Three cheers for antibiotics.

Oh yeah, I read a really good book, Deafening by Frances Itani. Amazing descriptions of the horrors of war. Makes me realize anew how lucky I am, living in a peaceful country.

Is my face red

So, that problem with my links? I fixed it. Turns out I'm kind of an idiot. Backslashes? Yeah, they don't work so well. Forward slashes are the way to go.

So you can, you know, click on things now.

on being sick

I had an epiphany the other day, while having my third shower of the day. I realized that being sick is a lot like being old. I'm tired and grumpy, my eyes are dimming, my hearing is going, my voice is going, I have trouble sleeping, I wheeze and cough a lot, and I can't walk straight because my equilibrium is off. Oh wait, that last one is for drunk, not old. Close enough.

on drugs

This sexy raspy voice thing? Turns out I have infection of the lungs and throat and ears and eyes and sinuses. So if you want a sexy raspy voice, and the chance to ooze nuclear green goo from various facial orifices, give me a call at 1-800-AmyInMisery. Offer ends soon.

Which reminds me

I know a guy who used to work taking orders for penis and breast enlargement products.

It must be really weird to be asked if you think that would make a good gift.

Did I tell you?

I don't think I told you about the possessed microwave. So I was at this barbecue on the weekend. Which I really did post about. No, I did. Jerks. Shut up.

And the hosts had a possessed microwave. It was one of those spanky microwaves with a sensor, that tells you when your food is ready. Which is weird and scary by itself. So J put a plate of bacon in, so it would be ready to start up later, and the mocrowave decided to start cooking it. And it didn't pull the fancy little trick of saying the bacon was done. It decided to be snarky and keep cooking it, and cooking it, and cooking it. Till the plate broke.

I'm scared.

Happy Birthday boys

I'm looking forward to BATB:

I am officially a bitter old man

I did post the other day, before I changed the picture. I even checked it out after posting it, and it appeared. A long post, about Canada day and other amusing stories, that I will never be able to replicate because I have since killed the brain cells where those things resided.

Blogger is now my enemy. I will get my revenge. (insert maniacal laughter here)