Warning: Weirdness and personal details contained within. Mostly weirdness. You've been warned.

Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Starting fads

Everyone needs one of these. EVERYONE.

(via Mimi Smartypants)

The times they are a-changing

I've signed up for voice lessons, a music theory class, and pottery, which all start within a couple weeks. And my man will be down for a couple days this weekend.

We'll see how things go...

With the babies and all

My roommate hosted a baby shower for her sister's munchkin last night. She's right, he's getting kind of ET-ish. He finally overtook his birth weight (turns out babies lose weight after being born. Lately I've learned all kinds of things I wished I never knew about babies and popping them out), but he's still got skinny limbs and is top-heavy. Babies are funny-looking. I'll never understand people who think babies are cute. No offense to anyone who does, I just don't understand them. If you think babies are cute, go change a few diapers. They're a lot cuter when they can wipe up after themselves.

We crammed about 15 people into our apartment. With food! And gifts! There was a lot of furniture rearranging and borrowing for the occasion. And K got lots of clothes for the baby, so it was all good. Plus we had a good gossip session about her various relatives. And my room got cleaned. Also stuffed full of the crap I keep shoving out into the living room, but oh well. I'm going to look like a gopher trying to empty out it's home after the grader goes by.

I've just proven how from-the-farm I am.

Sunday, August 28, 2005

comment spammers are jerks

I was all excited that I had a bunch of comments on my last post. Then I realized they were all from idiots linking to their own blogs, and not bothering to comment. Jackasses. I have now enabled word verification. It'll probably annoy me more than anyone else, since I'm my own biggest fan. I apologize profusely to me, and the rest of my fan club. Hi Gil!

Thursday, August 25, 2005

cyborg name

This is definitely me:

Transforming Handcrafted Entity Calibrated for Rational Infiltration, Thorough Troubleshooting and Efficient Repair

I'm a transformer!

(Thanks Gilly!)

la la la ass la

So I finally got the results back for the voice exam I took in June. 4-6 weeks for delivery my ass. Turns out they took off 5 marks. The reason in the comment section says "Check the syllabus carefully!" I'm not quite sure how they missed hearing about the new syllabus that they released at the beginning of the year. I did find it kind of odd at the time that the examiner didn't have a copy of the new syllabus, but I didn't think much of it. And she had to borrow it for a couple of the songs, since she didn't have a copy, so she obviously knew I was using it. Plus a couple of the songs were only available in the new syllabus. I'm definitely going to call them and/or write a rather scathing reply. Jerks.

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Thursday is poison day

It has been decreed. Thursday shall be the day we poison our enemies. The bugs shall die!

Our apartment recently acquired flour bugs. They didn't get into much of the food, but they're crawling around in the bathroom and kitchen looking for some. I pulled out the stove on the weekend but didn't really find much underneath, not even dust bunnies. I prefer bunnies to bugs. Remember that when you get me birthday and/or Christmas presents.

But now H has borrowed bug killing contact poison, so tomorrow is the day. If you don't hear from me on Friday, it's probably because she found out about my flour bug heritage.

Sunday, August 21, 2005

Just have to get this out of my system

For posterity, my grandma is not the most aggravating person to drive with. I discovered today that my older sister is.

On the way to a funeral this afternoon, as soon as my mom drove onto the road, she started harping about the speed, and how mom was driving, and how we should stop so A (my older sister) could drive. I kept snickering and cracking wise, partly because that's what I do and partly to keep from strangling her. Seriously, about once a minute, on average, she'd ask how fast we were going. My mom isn't the world's greatest driver, but she's not that bad. From recent experience I know that A is worse. And besides, SHUT THE HELL UP. Harping at the driver constantly is not the best way to point their attention to the road.

So I made a point of looking happy and calm throughout.

Friday, August 19, 2005

The weirdness bleeds over

I sort of watched Napolean Dynamite last night. Only sort of because it SUCKS ASS. So I wandered off fairly early, and just watched bits every once in a while. My days are funnier and more interesting than that movie. I'm glad I didn't pay money to see it.

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

day full of weirdness

As I was leaving work, I heard someone screaming and swearing as I was getting in my car. I couldn't really see who it was, but then I noticed a couple in their car stopped on the street. The reason I noticed (usually I don't notice things like that because work isn't in the most affluent area, and it's in my best interest not to notice things unless I'm carrying a heavy stick) is that the swearing seemed to be directed at me. And I'm pretty sure I haven't made any weird random enemies lately. Not on purpose, anyways. So I continued to get in my car and start it. The car on the street turned around, rather jerkily and with about an 8-point turn, and then they sat in the middle of the street screaming some more. This time I wasn't as worried, the guy was screaming at the chick in his passenger seat. They drove by, and stopped behind me, so I pulled out and turned down the alley. And the guy started swearing at me again and shaking his fist. It was rather bizarre. This was during the day, which made it even stranger. I don't know about this going out to my car by myself. If these people are going to be around when I'm leaving from the evening shift, I may want to get a bodyguard. Or a big stick.

Tonight my roommate and I went to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Was there really something so terrible about the original story that they couldn't stick to it? I was offended by the remake. It offended my entire being. If it hadn't had a couple amusing spots it would have been a complete waste of time. The best part of the movie was when Johnny Depp ran into the elevator door. And that makes me sad. The movie has so much more potential. I guess there's always the original.

Monday, August 15, 2005

miracles do happen

I actually remembered to look for a picture of me with short hair. It's longer than when I got myself super-sheared, but it's still fairly short.

That's my nephew on top of me. You'll notice he's sticking his finger in his ear. I'm just glad it's not in his nose. Or my nose.

So what's the verdict - chop off, or leave like it is?

Sunday, August 14, 2005

I think I need a tetanus

I was out at the farm today. At first I was told I'd be combining peas, but I ended up babysitting while my sister-in-law combined. I'm okay with that. I'd rather corrupt kids than break several thousands of dollars of machinery.

I was leaving after supper and the kids wanted hugs. I offered tickling, but my nephew said, "No, just hugging." My niece chimed in, "And biting!" I thought she was just kidding, but the bloody tooth mark on my leg says otherwise.

Friday, August 12, 2005

Speaking of which...

My older sister and I are not much alike. I made a comment once about eating kittens. She thought it was disturbing. I don't get it.


Donald Trump has a blog. This is frightening.

(via Monkey Disaster)

Thursday, August 11, 2005

the random command of the day

I think everyone should draw a pig. Right now. Do it...

(via Monocerdo)

boy is my face red

I just biked to work, so my face is a lovely shade of I'm-not-in-shape.

Also I completely forgot to look for a picture of me with ultra-short hair this weekend. You'll all have to wait in suspense for next weekend. Or sometime next month, or several years from now, when I finally remember. I really need to stop storing all my crap at the farm, it's kind of hard to find things and remember to bring them back. Mostly the remembering.

Thursday, August 04, 2005

nothing but a dreamer

It always weirds me out when I dream about everyday things. The other day I had a dream that I met Kyle and he was telling me about his new job at Sasktel. Makes me wonder if it actually happened and I just don't remember the incident very well. Which could happen quite easily, since I'm generally in a daze or busy or off in my own little world.

So when I ask you if something happened that really didn't, or if I ask you if something happened and it really did, just make stuff up to screw with me. That's what I think I'm trying to say here.

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

the verdict is in

I think the most satisfying part of last weekend was hearing Scott rant about a mutual acquaintance. I've never before seen someone go from happy to snarling and furious with just the mention of a single name.

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

Stop the music

Incidentally, that happy dance that I was doing about the vacation thing? It stopped today. Serenity now.

For or against

I'm thinking of cutting my hair off so that there's only about 1.5 inches all over. Discuss.

Monday, August 01, 2005

aaaaaaaaand I'm back

BATB was great. I smelled like lake weeds and campfire when I got back this morning. My shoulders are red because I didn't use sunscreen, even though I keep telling other people to use it. I need more sleep and lots of liquids. I have to work today.

Oh, also I had marshmallow shooters for the first time. Roast marshmallow, remove center, fill with alcohol - preferably something that goes well with sweet, I hear the sourpuss didn't go over too well - and eat.

You can tell already that my brain died just a little over the weekend. I blame the beer.