i WANT a camera.
i WANT a CAMERA.
I WANT A CAMERA!
after phoning meghan and feeling like a poor cousin ’cause i was looking for someone to do something with saturday night, i decided to go get a couple videos to watch. i settled for bounce and the virgin suicides.
bounce was good enough, considering its painful predictability. tyler phoned about three-quarters of the way through, the first thing he said being “intermission!” that was a nice break. i was starting to get frustrated that they hadn’t reached the emotional climax yet and it was already 80 minutes into the film.
i’m not sure i understood the virgin suicides. i enjoyed it in a lazy, summer’s drive through the country sort of way, but it left me feeling a little unsettled. i worry that there really are families like that and i’m very grateful mine is not one of them.
sunday was frustrating. i didn’t want to go out, but i felt restless inside. i cooked a little. i cleaned a little. i spent a little too much time online. i smoked way too much. i thought about going to indigo, having a latte and buying a book, but i would have felt too conspicuous. it was bad enough going out to return the videos and getting ice cream.
i woke up with a horrendous amount of neck pain. all i can say is thank god for tylenol.
in other news, i re-did my about page. check it out. it’s a little more informative, i think. not that anyone really cares. =)
i’m fighting the urge to go to the supermarket and buy a bag full of hagen-dazs, ben & jerry’s, skor bites, salsa flavoured pringles, real (not that diet kind) cream soda, chocolate covered almonds, frozen pizza, gummy bears, pilsbury chocolate-chocolate chip cookie dough, jelly bellys, apple turnovers, whipped cream in a can, hot chocolate, lays ripple chips and a bag of frozen french fries.
it wouldn’t be so bad if i didn’t have to go out sometime before eleven to take the videos back. someone lock me in, please.
ever since i unsubscribed to the linux user’s group mailing list, i’ve gotten basically no email other than spam. i never realized just how little personal email i got when my inbox had thirty new messages in it every day. i re-subscribed to the ‘a word a day’ mailing list, but i haven’t gotten a word since friday. i never thought to check if the listserver takes weekends off or not. it makes logging on an almost disappointing event. (nb: while typing this entry i received an email. it was spam. how appropriate.)
and, while i’m thinking of it, i absolutely cannot stand when people use “alls” as a word. you know… “alls i got to do is go down to the circle-k and buy a slushie.” ugh. it makes me cringe. literally. it’s all, not alls. don’t do it. it makes you sound white trash.
before you jump on me for using it in the title, please note the apostrophe and the intended usage. thank you. move along. there’s nothing to see here.
i woke at nine. nine?! on a saturday, for pete’s sake. i got online. then i putzed around. then i sorted through boxes of photos, letters, postcards and momentos. then i threw out a shitload of stuff. then i kind of wondered why i’m so hell-bent on uncluttering my life lately. then i had a shower. then i got dressed. then i did laundry. then i read some blogs. then i did dishes. then i made some food. then i ate some food. then i played some bingo online. then i did more dishes. then i cleaned my microwave. then i read some newsgroups. then i cleaned my livingroom. then i played some playstation. then i listened to some music. then i watched some hockey. then i checked some email. then i watched some movie on tv. then i realized i had done pretty much everything except grocery shop and i was still fucking bored so i blogged about how busy, yet unsatisfying my saturday has been.
i’m having such a great day! everyone is cheery and chatty and funny and goofing off a little and working a little. i had a sub for lunch. i’m playing cards tonight. i have new computer bits which make it run really well. it’s friday. it’s payday. i’m having a good, curly hair day. it’s my friend dan’s 30th birthday, and even thought i can’t get ahold of him, i’m just really thrilled i remembered and unfortunately woke his wife up calling this morning. i have a pocketful of loonies and toonies for laundry and cards respectively. thinking about paige makes me smile. i have onion breath and i don’t care. it’s grey and kinda rainy, but it’s still bright out. i get to play with meghan’s cats tonight. i’m blogging like a mad-woman. i got to actually talk to ide for the first time in what seems weeks. i’m feeling really good about jason and i being friends, c’est fini. spike & mike’s animation festival is this week and i want to try to drag meg & mark along. i got my income tax refund yesterday. goddess is extremely generous.
i haven’t been this happy in a while and i’m going to milk it for every cent i can.
i wish i could record my dreams and play them back later, when i’m awake, to either relive pleasant ones or try and work through fearful/upsetting ones. then you could also share them with your friends, bypassing the awkwardness of trying to verbalize the often confusing and surreal imagery to them. yeah. dream-dvd. someone invent that for me, will ya?
“yes, please. i’d love one of those.”
i really love the look of the bra i’m wearing today. it’s all white and satiny and smooth, with pretty 1940’s wide straps. the problem is it squishes my dugs, making them look smaller than they already are and the underwire pokes uncomfortably under my arms.
why can’t they make a comfortable bra which is also pretty?
so, on the way home from work last night i stopped at london drugs and hmm’d & haw’d over the modems, mice, microphones and monitors (must have been an m-day). i wasn’t once interrupted by a sales person, even though there were at least 15 various staff members in that very tiny department. i finally bit the bullet and picked a 3com usr performance pro modem off the shelf and went to the check out.
i got it home, ordered a pizza for dinner and set about to install yet another piece of hardware. i won’t bore you with the details, but for about twenty minutes i thought i was never going to get the computer to boot up again. ever. but a little jiggling and wiggling and everything was hunky-dory.
i now get well over 5 k/sec in my downloads! what that means, in practical terms, is that a 3-4mb mp3 takes about 10-15 minutes to download instead of 45-50 minutes. yeah. i’m screaming now.
i was half tempted to buy a webcam while i was there, but stopped myself before i went completely insane. next purchase will probably be a bigger hard drive so i can scrap one of my old ones to make room for a burner or dvd player. now with the dual head video card i can play dvds on my tv!
*sigh* i’m such a geek.
dammit, the blogger template contest is only open to fucking americans! goddamn that irks me!
why? uh, duh. gee, could it be that i have a TEMPLATES page and i think that MAYBE one of them might actually WIN something? naw. couldn’t be that.
silly canadian, cool contests are for yanks. only.
you need flash installed and a sound card to really appreciate: Hyakugojyuuichi!
having never experienced it personally, i’m curious to know if it’s really all that everyone makes of it. and i’m not talking l’oreal or miss clairol, either.
so, share with the group: is make up sex really so great?
thanks to the dink, i found this site for a logo design contest. after reading about the theme, qualifications and the $10,000 (USD) prize money, i decided to think on it for a little bit.
the problem i’ve run into is that i think i have a bloody good idea for the logo, but i have absolutely no artistic talent to take it from my brain onto a piece of paper or computer screen and it is completely frustrating! i think i could collaborate rather well with someone on it, but i don’t know anyone here who’s an artist. this really sucks. i could use even half of that money.
that’s basically the jist of my dream last night. i was with a bunch of other contestants trying to finish the obstacles set out for us. oprah winfrey was our host/leader. that was the creepiest part.
we’d get split up into teams: one fighting super-ants which would eat you alive if they caught you; another climbing red clay cliffs, the object being to dig yourself an escape route with a very soft silver spoon; and yet another getting the cushy assignment of figuring out why there was smoke an a spooky, abandoned machine shop (a generator overheated, but there was no threat of it spreading to anywhere else — but the movement of machinery in the sub-floor was freaking me out a little).
somehow i was involved in all three challenges. what’s fair about that?
janeane’s vodka & cigarette diet. [thanks jodi]
but i nearly burned down my apartment building last night.
i was out on my balcony last night having a smoke while i waited for win98 to install. when the phone rang, i put the lit cigarette on a stair while i went inside to answer the phone. it fell off the stair, onto the balcony, and down into a crack between the slats.
“shit!”
this is when i started to panic. the major contributing factor to my ensuing hysteria was the presence of a lot of dry, tinder-like, pine needles and other tree debris which i was sure was immediately going to catch and cause my entire building to burn down while i stood there gawking.
running inside, dodging my ill-placed futon, i filled the nearest available container with water. i ran outside, again dodging furniture, and poured it in the general area the cigarette would have landed, that being a total guess as i couldn’t see between to anything underneath.
“shit — there’s smoke!” i thought.
i went back for more water. i poured it. i went get yet more water. then, as i’m pouring the water, i would have sworn i could see even more smoke. ugh. until i realized i was pouring hot water and the air temperature was just cool enough to make it steam. it was about this time i started to relax a little. i made two more trips (this time with cold water) just to make absolutely sure everything was thoroughly doused.
of course, whenever i looked at that section of the porch, i could have sworn i saw smoke.
the real kicker was that the phone call that started it all was from a fucking telemarketer!
having no one to scratch your back.
*rubbing up against a door jam*
so, it’s election time in british columbia. the candidates have littered every available greenspace with their name and party affilation. everywhere you go “vote for joe bloe!” bleh. i think it should be illegal to put political advertising on public property. landowners should have every right to put whateverthehell they want on their lawns, but defacing public parks & meridians. it’s shameful.
that’s not my point. my point is that the leader of the party trying to oust the party who’s been in government for the last, um, ten years or so is complaining because the opponent ran a “negative” television ad. why is he complaining? don’t all politicians run negative advertising? well, the twist is that reportedly these two gentlemen promised not to run any negative ads during the campaign.
that’s really nice. very big of them. personally, i hate election time in the states because of all the crappy negative advertising which wafts up here thanks to our reliance on american broadcasting. so, i actually appreciate that they swore not to sink to that level (forgetting entirely that i turn the channel as soon as i see one of their ugly mugs on the screen).
what makes me laugh is mr. campbell is upset because he actually *believed* what another politician said. that just goes to show he shouldn’t be in charge. never believe what comes out of a politician’s mouth. that’s just common sense.