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enough sleep
2005-01-31-- Posted by: allegra

Debuted the Tapioca song last night; very much enjoyed doing that. Wrote another song "Lifeline". When I emerge from the grip of my hormones I'll blog some more.

enough sleep
2005-01-31-- Posted by: allegra

Our DVD player is having a Buffyverse induced Near Death Experience. Must Get Cleaner.

enough sleep
2005-01-30-- Posted by: allegra

I'll keep this short as I am working on a migraine and the screen is yelling at me to go away. Yet more Buffy; we watched "Crush" and the five of us (John had just got back from "Night and Gay" with the VLGC) delighted in the dialogue, which is pretty funny. James Marsters is not much of an actor, but that doesn't prevent you from staring at him.

Paul and Keith and I vacuumed and carpet cleaned yesterday because the living room carpet was disGUSTing. Then the boys rearranged the furniture. As we have now given up on the notion that we are pretending we don't watch TV (and we still don't have cable) the chairs in the room now look at the TV, which is sitting in the fireplace (which doesn't work because we'd have to spend an awful lot of money to get it to code). I like the image of a tv sitting in a fireplace. Suits me, somehow.

One of the benefits of the furniture rearrangement is that the living room now has enough space for Keith to do kata in, which he is doing; Kira just skulked off in disgust as he is bounding about punching the air and Kira is not at all convinced this is safe.

Off to Kinko's or somesuch today to photocopy the Glorious Nosebleed.

Paul's off to work.

I should find some other domestic project to do before I take off; the living room is making me feel all cheerful.

Rob and LJ over for supper last night. Everybody is in really good shape and we had a fine time.

Don Ross
2005-01-29-- Posted by: allegra

Great concert, Tom L, Peggy, Tom U, Mike J and Agnes J in attendance. He did perform Michael, Michael, Michael and Berkeley Springs and a new waltz that had me practically crying, it's so pretty. He also sang one song in French and did a 'world premiere' of a new tune.

The concert was recorded for Radio Canada and the APTN, so the Vancouver audience (I really like Vancouver audiences) was even more well behaved than normal. I only heard one cell phone go off but it was one of those subdued rings and it was during patter, thank god, and the person carrying the phone was obviously mortified... did I mention my cell phone went off during a fellow comedian's spiel the other night? I was pretty choked, but she handled it very well.

I have a fairly full dance card today but Paul is wanting to top it up with a meal invite for somebody- he just hasn't figured out who he wants to feed. Hope they like pork chops, whoever they are.

I am not feeling that sociable at the moment but I imagine I'll perk up later. My right hip hurts so much it's hard for me to think about anything else right now. I walked down to Farm Town to get bacon with Paul thinking that would loosen things up but I'm not happy now.

I'm shipping off my French books to Brother James (sometime) and the darnedest thing happened. I got to thinking I should look at them and found a poem in the back of Teach Yourself French Grammar. After I fix it I'll post it.

Fair use doctrine
2005-01-29-- Posted by: allegra

Email fwded home from work....

All names redacted to protect the hoo hoo's.

Subject: If you change the word "You" to "Beer"...

Did I ever tell you Beer's my hero?

Beer's everything, everything I wish I could be.

Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle,

for Beer is the wind beneath my wings,

'cause Beer is the wind beneath my wings.


Oh, the wind beneath my wings.

Beer, beer, beer, beer is the wind beneath my wings.

Fly, fly, fly away. Beer lets me fly so high.

Oh, Beer, Beer, Beer, the wind beneath my wings.

Oh, Beer, Beer, Beer, the wind beneath my wings.

The temp said we should substitute "Weed" instead. Man, ya gotta love Vancouver.

not enough sleep
2005-01-28-- Posted by: allegra

Read for a really cool description of a train fire in Chicago. This whole article is a ringing endorsement of the notion that civilians CAN and SHOULD be prepared to deal with crises. From, one of the best "It's about our city" sites I have ever seen. It has cool stuff every single day. If we had a site about Vancouver that was structured like this, it would be even cooler.

low blog pressure
2005-01-28-- Posted by: allegra

my mom sez I really need to be more regular about posting... kay.

Had a massage at work today. I think it's really cool that they're doing that for us. Anyway, it's midnight. Another low energy class - but the comedy was wicked sharper, kind of interesting that way. Bought rye bread at Cobs Bakery on the Drive, Keith says it is very good.

Pic is of my teacher. He doesn't actually look like this very often. He has the most infectious snicker I think I've ever heard. He doesn't laugh out loud very often but the snicker is extremely effective.

Street person asked me for money for food, so I handed over a free bun I got at Cobs. She actually thanked me (well, she said she was hungry, and it was a fairly substantial thing, whole grain and full of dates.)

Katie's at Jana's and Paul hasn't come home from hanging around with Mike J - he said something about going for a beer after work. It is SO nice to live with a guy who does what he says. Mike J is such a positive uptempo kinda guy, it's great that they're holed up someplace comfy hangar flying, the way they always do when they get together.


Moose are
2005-01-28-- Posted by: allegra

attracted to water. I was going to say that this was a picture of the moose that bit my sister, but this would confuse the hell out of the people who don't know I don't have a sister and equally do not know that it is a Monty Python reference. This apparently is from 'someplace in Canada' which you will have to admit takes vagueness to a new realm. There are apparently other pictures of the moose standing in the kiddy pool before it decided to lie down. What is it with me and meese? Why do I love them so? It must be the rack.

enough sleep
2005-01-27-- Posted by: allegra

I guess I don't have too much to say on the world today. Paul doesn't want me to post any more pix of Katie as the world is full of stalkers and bad men. Okay. I guess when I have really cool pix of my daughter I'll just say so and people can email me for copies.

The Gorey epic is in my hands (well, not literally, or it would be hard to type) and it really is a wonderful thing.

Off to Comedy class tonight and Don Ross tomorrow. We have 6 tix reserved. Paul managed to trade the night off so he's going, thank goodness.... somebody has to pay for my beer.

I have rewritten The Tapioca song to tighten it up; I am SO looking forward to debuting it at the sing song on Sunday.

Did the Buffy obsession thing last night and watched the commentary version of the Restless episode (which for anyone who cares is the last episode of Season 4). I had really liked the episode when I saw it the first time but the commentary was like a revelation. Joss Whedon is one powerfully weird guy. Also read the synopses of the first Angel season and now understand why Angel was so very freaked out when he came back to Sunnydale after Buffy went to visit him in LA.

Thank you fellow Buffyverse denizens for your kind offers of loaning various seasons.

Not exactly as shown.
2005-01-26-- Posted by: allegra

(moderate calypso beat) If comfort food is what you crave

(mmmm tapioca)

Don't cook tapioca in the microwave

(nooo tapioca)

My husband said "You're crazy, I'm not eating that!" (no tapioca in the microwave)

"It could not be eaten by a starving rat!" (no tapioca in the microwave)

Tapioca, tapi-o-ca; no tapioca in the microwave x 2

Pulled it from the pot, it made a scary sound

(no tapioca in the microwave)

Bounced twice when I dropped it on the ground

(no tapioca in the microwave)

Tapioca, make you choke-a; no tapioca in the microwave x 2

Now double boilers may seem like a grandma thing

(no tapioca in the microwave)

Harder than waiting for the bell to ping

(no tapioca in the microwave)

I'll call NASA with a great big smile

(no tapioca in the microwave)

I've got a solution for those thermal tiles (no tapioca in the microwave)

Tapioca, tapi-o-ca; no tapioca in the microwave x 4

enough sleep
2005-01-26-- Posted by: allegra

Came home last night and Keith was perusing all the juggling links I had forwarded from Rob of Nine, who seems to be under the impression that I can learn how to juggle. Three balls, two hours. (But what do the men attached to them think?) I know that juggling is exceedingly good for your brain - all the studies say so - very integrative, don't you know - but these days my thought processes are a lot like a time lapse mpeg of a whacked beehive. I am not sure juggling is the right therapy.

I am typing with a grimace this morning, as I 'unnecessarily mutilated' my left index finger last night while slicing biscotti. (And I should learn how to juggle? Let me start with knives, or fire at very least). At least Paul will have biscotti to take in to his coworkers- that was the plan.

I suspect that the only thing wrong with me is hormones. I am at that weird twilight state where I am still a girl, but the testosterone is starting to kick in very hard and ugly from time to time; not that there's necessarily more of it, there's just less of the girl stuff. Perimenopause sucks a mop!!!! There, I said it.

More Buffy. We are now officially at the end of season 4. To deal with the fact that that kids raced on ahead I've now read all the synopses of the episodes up to the end of season 6.

I've only lost 5 pounds since my most recent foray into attempting to be healthier but all of my clothes fit better. I calibrated that hideous bathroom scale against the one at the pool and was pleased to discover that I had been unduly harsh on myself. No tattoo until I hit 155 pounds and stay there for a while. That's my reward, at least one tattoo. I know that once upon a time I weighed 132 pounds (oh, and you should HEAR Katie roar on the subject of how unfair it was that I was ever skinny, which is pretty funny) but I have studied all the health stuff, and the goal is to get myself thin enough that diabetes, stroke and heart attack are removed as being red alerts and stay plump enough that (this line deleted, and you can probably guess why).

Tori, a goddess among women, has agreed to sell me the Glorious Nosebleed, her visual meditation on Edward Gorey, for an undisclosed sum and valuable considerations. Sue and Elizabeth are smiling, wherever they are. They are the folks who got my family into Gorey in the first place.

Off to Mike's for a soak this evening; hope I find two minutes to work on my bits, I need another three for tomorrow night. "I see that the Vancouver cops have arrested a whole bunch of Hell's Angels. I hear jail is just like the clubhouse but the TV isn't as new. I mean, all the guys sitting around the TV are the same. The lawyers will argue that it was all a terrible mistake; how were they supposed to know they were bribing the wrong cops?"

"Valentine's Day is hard on married people. After twenty-five years it's hard to find a new way to say, "Thanks for helping with the mortgage. PS Did you take out the trash?"

I am getting campaigned on here, the kitties are demanding breakfast. Why don't you just evolve hands and leave me alone?

Very funny
2005-01-25-- Posted by: allegra

1. Tie balloons to car.

2. Drive like hell.

3. Watch people freak out.

sundry and various
2005-01-25-- Posted by: allegra

I hate my metabolism. I am the only person I know who can gain weight in her sleep. My husband says it's because I keep waking up in the fridge.

American companies are getting in trouble with their customers because they are outsourcing their customer service to India. The customers complain because they can't understand the people who are answering the phone. Can't they just explain that the call centres are in Canada, and they're all part time government employees?

Much Buffyverse last night. Things are humming right along. A coworker says when that's all done I have to see Firefly. I'm game. We've spent more quality family time since Christmas than we did the entire previous year. And no commercials; although it does make it interesting, the wrestling match for the remote when somebody wants to take a whiz or grab a bite or (as is actually more likely) the verdammt phone rings again. And again. And again.

We got a whole 6 hours of sleep last night. Without waking up. No biggee to you maybe, but it seems like we're finally coming out of the slough of insomnia. Pic is something random.

did somebody say coffee?
2005-01-25-- Posted by: allegra

Cute, hunh?

Kids watching Cowboy Bebop. Off to the Pool later. I am desperately trying to think of something funny to take to my comedy class. I am feeling about as funny right now as the proverbial rubber crutch.

The critter is a tarsier.

Okay, I am a freaking alarmist. I ask again... who's gonna head for the exit first? The pressures on the US dollar are immense.

enough sleep
2005-01-24-- Posted by: allegra

I'm taking a little break from blogging this am - more this evening.

the magic of karaoke
2005-01-23-- Posted by: allegra

Pic is another one of Katie. Can't get over how pretty she is; I have difficulty believing, these days, that I spawned her, but I do have a clear recollection of the event and the sequelae.

The planet sized coincidence that I referenced earlier, and could not talk about at the time, came to the Karaoke bar last night. I have now been in more interesting positions than the Kama Sutra, and usually without resorting to sex.

If anybody cares, I sang Norman Greenbaum's Spirit in the Sky and Talking Heads' cover version of Al Green's Take me to the River. I hit most of the notes. My performance, if such it can be called, of Spirit in the Sky was rendered doubly agonizing by the dj pulling the plug on the power halfway through the song so I had to do it all again. People insisted! It was very funny. Karaokus interruptus can be a good thing I suppose.

Paul performed very creditably on Billy Joel's You May be Right, (and he sure got a LOT of guys singing along with him) and then was horrified to learn that, due to the magic of Digital Signal Processing, he could have picked a different key. His lower lip protruded, trembling, for a moment, but he resolved to do better next time and has started compiling a list of songs he wants to do. I don't even know what key I'd pick if I could, since I don't read music. I just play guitar and invent songs and open my mouth and hope I don't sound too much like the congress of a banshee and a rock crusher.

Props to Sabrina, who sounded bleeping awesome doing Van Halen fer gosh sakes. Found out that New York New York would have gone over well.

Did you know that Karaoke was actually invented in Taiwan? I don't know whether to commend the occupants of that tiny hardworking island nation (screw the mainland, the Taiwanese ARE different) or commend them to the new subdivision going up in Hell.

One of my former coworkers, Neena, was there with a bunch of folks from Creo. Neena, not that you're likely to read this, but your hunktastic boyfriend has a superb butt.

We closed the bar. I want you to know that it's been at least 10 years since I closed a bar.

Mike sang Space Oddity and Tori sang Over the Rainbow and Angel by Sara McLaughlin. Note to self. Never do quiet tunes for Karaoke. It's not worth it. The raucous songs do better with the crowd.

And what, pray tell, was the golden maraschino on top of the evening? They had LIONS WINTER ALE on TAP. We ordered two pitchers, which between 4 people isn't much, and it was exactly the right amount for a good time and still be able to drive home. And what was the angel on the tree? We called Katie, whom we had dropped off at Janna's, and she wanted to come home, so we fetched her.

I have a tremendous headache today, but no spinal involvement, so it isn't a hangover. I get headaches when I scream, or sing loud. I did a LOT of screaming and singing loud last night.

Props to the guy from Creo who sang Oops I did it Again. We laughed until we cried. And to the guy who channeled Jim Morrison doing Love me Two Times, a simple ZOW will suffice.

enough sleep
2005-01-22-- Posted by: allegra

Katie has started taking black and white pix, example included. It is absolutely bucketing rain here and it will continue during the entire weekend. The ground is already saturated so I definitely don't want to be going anywhere today that involves experiencing the outdoors. This is a drag as I had actually hoped to go for a walk this weekend. I may settle for trekking down to the pool.

Riverbend posted again. There's no water where she is in Baghdad, but Allawi's henchmen have been handing out election flyers, which she promptly put in the bottom of a birdcage.

A mental health professional working in Indonesia says that now that the immediate crisis is over - and they are STILL recovering 300 bodies a day in Aceh - the mental health crisis will be of such proportions as to beggar description. He expects the death toll to top 300,000 and gives full marks to the Indonesian government for everything they've done and how they've mobilized (although I imagine he HAD to say that if he wanted to keep working there).

Shout out to everybody who supported Paul and me with phone calls during the whole nasty are you or are you not laid off crap.

Hilarious story from work yesterday, wish I could post it. Let's just say it involves 'thinking out of the box'. Still wanna smack the landlord.

2005-01-22-- Posted by: allegra

Hit the road, Jack
2005-01-21-- Posted by: allegra

Modern Drunkard reports that Jack Daniels Old No. 7 has had the alcohol content reduced twice over the last several years, while the company maintains the fiction that they continue to manufacture it in accordance with tradition. I am now a signatory to the boycott. Some of the boycott comments are quite amusing.

You are also invited to read (on the same site) the disquisition on alcohol and Star Trek.

So that bottle of Jack which we are very slowly finishing off will definitely be our last. Keith will be horrified.

2005-01-21-- Posted by: allegra

He got to listen to me snore last night. Normally this wouldn't even deserve comment, but he enjoyed it EVEN MORE than usual since he had not had the opportunity in four nights, since he was working nights.

36 hours to Karaoke. I have never done that. I wanted to say I had done it once. Unlike some of the other things I have done once, I can actually talk about it in my blog. A full report on Sunday.

Must control urge to talk about work. I am very angry about something right now, but it has nothing to do with my job or my boss or my customers or my coworkers. I am very very very cheesed with the landlord, and anybody who works there knows EXACTLY why.

Here is one of the gags I wrote for my Comedy Class.

You know those two actors from Nip and Tuck, the plastic surgery show? Women are walking up to them and flashing their breasts at them - you know, wanting a professional opinion. They must be really happy they aren't playing proctologists. .....on the other hand, they're in talks to play gynecologists in their next show.

Much more Buffyverse. Got through the episode in which Buffy's roommate is a demon. One gets the intense suspicion that all of the Buffyverse is a perverse form of therapy for an incredibly miserable and grotesque educational experience. Works for me. I did not know how bad it was at the time.

I really wish I could repeat the funniest line I heard last night but I'm sure my colleague will be using it at the showcase at the Laughing Bean on February 11th and 18th, hint bloody hint.

Pic is from Burning Man, finally. Cam told me where the pics were elsewhere on the web. Credit Cam, obliviously.

I'd like to order a concrete toilet
2005-01-21-- Posted by: allegra

Hello, I'd like to order a concrete toilet.

Well, actually, no, it's not for me.

It's for my pet elephant.

No, seriously.

You see, I rescue elephants....

No, seriously. I rescue elephants, and I am getting really tired of cleaning up after them. Do you know how much elephants eat? Do you want to know? Well, I'll keep it simple, a lot.

That's right, and they poop a lot too. Eat a lot, poop a lot, that's the law of the universe. Now elephant poop is great stuff, in its place, but when you've got 20 elephants in one pen....

Yeah, it gets to be, like, pyramids o' poop everywhere. So we all brainstormed, and we figured if you can train an elephant to dance, and to paint, and to pick up an egg without breaking it, why the hell not get a little housetraining action going. So it doesn't need to be anything fancy, just --- well, STRONG. Elephants are not small, and it needs to be BIG...Sure, I'll hold. Hm Hm. That's funny, I've never heard Baby Got Back on hold before.

Yeah, I'm still here. Yeah. Yeah. Okay. So when Roy in Quotes quits laughing long enough to do some work, he'll call me back with a price? Awesome. You guys are great. Oh, and get me volume pricing, I think this is gonna catch on like wildfire at zoos.

Crunchy metal p*rn
2005-01-20-- Posted by: allegra Expensive automobiles in compromising positions, usually with structural members exposed. Definitely pull over from the fast lane of the internet highway and check this one out.

I squish your head
2005-01-20-- Posted by: allegra

baby animals
2005-01-20-- Posted by: allegra

Pangolins are frequently used as models for aliens. Maybe you don't think he's cute, but I do.

We are now double tracking Buffy and B5; it's rather eerie how Katie's bust up with the non-louse non-boyfriend mirrors Buffy's relationship with Angel.

The Blue Man show, which (I did not know this) is bankrolled by Clear Channel refuses to work with unions. This is causing fooferaw in Toronto, which ALSO had some union bs last night when the ramp rats (oh, exCUSE ME) the ground crew wildcatted. Toronto, doncha know, is where an enterprising (cept of course it WAS misuse of company property, public mischief and a damned funny event) employee cleaned the new and universally loathed time clock off the wall within hours of installation by creative use of forklift tines. So ANYWAY to get to the point, there has been labour unrest for a while in TO at AC and this particular wildcat was triggered by disciplinary action regarding clocking out early at the end of a shift. I'm not going to go into how I feel about all this except I think the people who wildcatted could have done something that didn't involve stranding people in Winnipeg airport, tabernac. Anybody who wants more details can collar Paul the next time they see him; he's having his moles in Toronto do a little digging.

Frank magazine is dead. I am heartbroken, but less than I would have been had they not had the good taste to go mammaries north at the end of my paid subscription.

I have to get off the computer now; Keith is yelling at me that he has to finish his meditation essay.

enough sleep
2005-01-19-- Posted by: allegra

The Oracle of Omaha, Warren Buffett, is alleged to have remarked that the US dollar can continue to do nothing but slide if the trade deficit and budget deficit continues to look so godawful. Check out also today; the debt drag on the dollar is assisted by energy costs, which are not triggering inflation (yet...) but are slowing global demand.

Americans are supposed to be pleased that the low dollar will mean more tourists. I don't think so. I think it would be foolish to think that more Europeans and Japanese will want to visit the US no matter how low the dollar sinks.

nice pic
2005-01-19-- Posted by: allegra

Mt. St Helens with attendant lenticular cloud. Just in case you hadn't understood before, I REALLY LIKE lenticular clouds. My mother will remember a remarkable trip along the escarpment, as we travelled from Toronto to London, during which we saw more lenticular clouds in one day than I have seen over the rest of my life, including one classic 'cigar' that looked like it was hanging from the sky, one classic 'UFO' INCLUDING porthole windows (we saw that one up on the escarpment proper), and some amazing 'Japanese character' clouds.

Journalism in Tenness
2005-01-19-- Posted by: allegra

This one's for you pOp. Have fun. This will undoubtedly have those nasty HTML crappies in it, but I'm in a hurry, as usual.

MEMPHIS, Tennessee (AP) -- Defense attorney Leslie Ballin called it the "jury pool from hell."

The group of prospective jurors was summoned to listen to a case of Tennessee trailer park violence.

Right after jury selection began last week, one man got up and left, announcing, I'm on morphine and I'm higher than a kite.

When the prosecutor asked if anyone had been convicted of a crime, a prospective juror said that he had been arrested and taken to a mental hospital after he almost shot his nephew. He said he was provoked because his nephew just would not come out from under the bed.

Another would-be juror said he had had alcohol problems and was arrested for soliciting sex from an undercover officer. 'I should have known something was up,' he said. 'She had all her teeth.'

Another prospect volunteered he probably should not be on the jury: 'In my neighborhood, everyone knows that if you get Mr. Ballin (as your lawyer), you're probably guilty.' He was not chosen.

The case involved a woman accused of hitting her brother's girlfriend in the face with a brick. Ballin's client was found not guilty.

2005-01-19-- Posted by: allegra

Patrick Lawler contemplating a job change (see earlier pic).

enough sleep
2005-01-19-- Posted by: allegra

Came home last night and went straight to sleep, feeling rather out of sorts. Got up to let Paul feed me a small collation and then see him out the door. Felt disinclined to move, so ended up watching a couple of episodes of B5 (Carol sez, what's B5? Babylon 5, a sci fi episodic drama from some years back); it gave me the shivers, watching 'earth security' being used as a tool to crack down and arrest 'enemies' not of earth but various factions. Looked intensely like what's going on right now, in fact despite the incredibly cheesy cgi (C'est FROMIDABLE) it's eerily prescient in many ways.

Staggered off to bed and got up at 6 and did dishes.

My phone arrived. Katie wants to steal it, and I told her she could use it if she smartened up about some health related things. I am now the most evil heartless bitch on the planet, but soubriquets like that only count if dished out by people who aren't family members, so all I did was howl with laughter. I almost posted my new phone number; anyway, let me know if you want it via email and I'll send it along.

Read some more in the Skeptical Feminist. I can really see why her analysis provoked howls of outrage in the movement; however I can now proudly wear the colours of an egalitarian feminist and have put radical feminism aside as being impractical, at least until all those lesbians take the right to bear arms seriously. Once those gals get going the right will take flight. See you at the gun club, chaps! A civil society is an armed society and vicey voicey. I am going straight to hell but I am reliably informed that a LOT of my friends are going with me.

Sing if you're glad to be gay
2005-01-19-- Posted by: allegra

Tom Robinson, who wrote the wonderful gay pride anthem back in 1978, has updated it for 2004. I think I like the revised one better; his comment about the soi-disant Christians who picketed Matthew Shepherd's funeral is right on.

enough sleep
2005-01-18-- Posted by: allegra

Okay, I admit it! This blog is for my mother. I don't call her nearly enough, like maybe once a week, and this is how she finds out what's going on with me. Since I designed this blog with her in mind, I don't talk about work, because my mother prefers me employed; and I don't talk about my sex life because I can hear her grit her teeth 70 k away, and besides she raised me not to brag. And Brother James would send me a scalding email about how he's gone from 'wondering about me' to being actively sure I am completely nuts.

I write about what interests me and post pictures I think my mother will enjoy. More or less. She wasn't too keen on the cheese grater toilet paper, but I kissed and made up by sending her a link to an interactive Irish pig. Sounds cute, doesn't it? She liked it.

I've read that some people end up in trouble when their mothers read their blogs, but I think if you're cruising glory holes, planning the overthrow of the government, giving trip reports for ketamine, dissing your employer, or outing your uncle for child abuse, your mother finding out is the least of your worries. The internet is not forever, but it will definitely be hangin' around as long as the power grid holds up. I mean, look at me, I even stopped swearing on my blog. Got the kids to think about.

Katie insists that I take back my comment about the non bf being a louse. Tonstant mommie fwow up. (this is a Dorothy Parker reference. Read her biography, What fresh hell is this. And while you're at it read the Mae West bio A Life in Black and White).

enough sleep
2005-01-18-- Posted by: allegra

I did it again. I wrote a thousand words or so, and it all disappeared when I hit some key or other. Highlights: Keith saying "I saw the Day After Tomorrow the day before yesterday" causing me to have hysterics. Katie still MSNing with Non Boyfriend, and me having no further comment. Telling Tish that eventually hubby should be taking 1 gram vitamin C, 1 multi B 100, 50 micrograms at least of selenium, zinc but not at the same time as the vitamin C. Enjoying that LJ called me.

Dreamed that I crawled into what I thought was the truck of a friend to sleep and when I woke up I didn't recognize either of the people I'd spent the night with. Me being apologetic, and them placing some weird looking objects on the ground for me to pick up, which upon closer inspection resolved into five objects which it would be impolitic to more specifically describe. I remember being really startled about that. I mean, it would have been impolite to refuse, but it was really inconvenient to accept, because the second I picked them up, I started getting chased around by the youth group, who were trying to get me to drop them. Ineffectual attempts to hide them. Finally they chased me onto the roof of a really elderly building and I dropped one and they ran off with it.


enough sleep
2005-01-18-- Posted by: allegra

I know animal abuse is never funny, but like most bad haircuts, this grew back. The cat's expression sums it up.

enough sleep
2005-01-17-- Posted by: allegra

Paul still has a job. He went in last night and checked the seniority lists and he squeaked through.

Katie's complete and utter louse of a non-boyfriend dumped her via email last night. Katie is still siding with him, OF COURSE; claims that he is CONFUSED. Okay, he's a CONFUSED complete and utter louse. I'd go into more details but candour at this point will just get me widdle skull staved in.

Winter training IV
2005-01-16-- Posted by: allegra

Winter training III
2005-01-16-- Posted by: allegra

Winter training II
2005-01-16-- Posted by: allegra

Winter training I
2005-01-16-- Posted by: allegra

Yet another nail in the head story.
2005-01-16-- Posted by: allegra

23 year old Patrick Lawler walked around with this in his head for six days. The neurosurgeon said, you know, this is the second one we've seen like this, where a guy whacks himself with a nail gun and doesn't realize he's millimetres from death. Anyway, he is making a complete recovery. His symptoms included toothache and blurry vision.

Mr. Lawler, who works in construction, opines that he'll stick to hammers in future. I looked at the skull xray and just shook my head.

enough sleep
2005-01-15-- Posted by: allegra

This phrase book starts out innocently enough, and then deteriorates to the point where, if you ask where the cathedral is, you're actually looking for directions to a brothel. Very Monty Python, and if you understand any French, Spanish or German at all, laugh out loud funny. Or so I found it.

Man, there's a lot o crud on the inertnet.

enough sleep
2005-01-15-- Posted by: allegra

Janna, Morgan and Sam slept over again last night. At 4:20 am I got up and told them to knock it off, then I got up a half hour later and read the riot act again.

Keith's winter training is happening in 3.5 hours. Seeing as how it's literally the coldest day so far this year (house ambient dropped to 59 F overnight) and the wind is blowing, Paul is accompanying him so he has a warm car to retreat to in the event he can't handle the cold or the promised on site hot showers fail to materialize. I imagine the turnout will be extremely thin this year; it's so cold little kids would get hypothermia.

Hate to think what the house would have been like overnight before Dave and Paul insulated the roof. As it was it was pretty nippy in the biffy, if you know what I mean.

Paul's making pancakes, Katie has an eye appointment (she's claiming that her perfect vision isn't, anymore).

Keith applied at Anime Jyanai; we'll see if employment awaits.

Have no idee whether Paul was laid off effective the end of this month. There is, of course, a plan if he's not working in Vancouver any more but he won't know what is going on until he goes into work for midnights on Sunday. I only heard about it at lunch yesterday so I thought I'd give Paul a call, and believe me it was a rude shock to us both. One hundred and thirty people in maintenance were laid off just in Vancouver. You'll not blame me if I'm feeling a little sick today; it's just so tedious, being an adult and having to deal with this stuff without screaming or jabbering.

Keith is watching Last Exile, which I find disorienting and silly. Although it is visually stunning about 30 seconds in 1000. I'm picking up some Japanese, which is part of why Keith watches anime, of course.

Huygens has Landed 2
2005-01-15-- Posted by: allegra

Stuff like this makes me want to cry from happiness.

Quoted from the NASA/Cassini/Huygens site.

This is one of the first raw images returned by the European Space Agency's Huygens probe during its successful descent to Titan. It was taken from an altitude of 16.2 kilometers (about 10 miles) with a resolution of approximately 40 meters (about 131 feet) per pixel. It apparently shows short, stubby drainage channels leading to a shoreline.

Huygens has landed
2005-01-14-- Posted by: allegra

I am thrilled to report that the probe landed successfully on Titan, and that the data have started to come in. I will post what pix I can when they become available.

In the meantime, visit for some extremely cool pix of prehistoric rock carvings in Northumberland. I have wanted to get a tattoo similar to the cup and ring / and / or spiral patterns shown here for many many years. I never do because the guy I sleep with gets snarly at the idee of my messing up my pink and white corpus with nasty blotchy ink. However, I am announcing publicly that if my weight ever dips below 155 pounds again, I'm gettin' a tat to reward myself. Maybe two or three. I still want a black rose (anarchy symbol) and a great blue heron (my totem animal) and a scorpion (my astro symbol). I've lost three pounds since New Years. Many thanks to my mother for getting me off my ass about dieting again.

Brother James sold me a phone. He told that wasn't why he was calling, but that boy was born to sell things....and I've been wanting a cell phone for ages, since Katie permaborrowed mine. I kin hardly wait til it arrives!!!

Brother Jerome is an uncle - he has a nephew. He sent me a pic, but I'm not posting anything until the healthy mite (8 lbs 2 oz) has a name.

enough sleep
2005-01-14-- Posted by: allegra

Yeah, whatever.

Beautiful sunshine and butt freezin' cold.

enough sleep
2005-01-14-- Posted by: allegra

Must go crash. Very low energy class tonight, so David got us all up and 'working the crowd'. It didn't help that some tone deaf duckwit was in the club underneath the office; I've never been in a situation when ersatz marimbae were so freaking loud that they raised dust and vibrated the fillings in my teeth.

More later.

enough sleep
2005-01-13-- Posted by: allegra

Not much to report. Have to write down my five new bits. Too bad they aren't funny!

enough sleep
2005-01-13-- Posted by: allegra

I'm very happy, and I needn't go into why. My peeps are all here. Didn't do my homework. Sigh. Didn't get my hat back from Mike's, either, though I don't need an excuse to go over there.

John sez the post offices in both Italy and Israel suck, and the Saudi post office is much more efficient. Paul finished his day four and is relaxing in a chair. For once his day four was showing a little slack.

Katie says SHE didn't get enough sleep. Janna and her bf Morgan slept over. Then Katie didn't go to school because A) she didn't sleep enough cause she was up to all hours, beeg surpize b) her bed freaking collapsed in the middle of the night, which you'll have to admit is inconsistent with restful sleep (and I woke up with the muffled thud and then listened to the bed slats get stuck back down therlumpa therlump therlumpa therlumpa therlumpa and then the sound stopped and I heard subdued cursing which I thought at the time was Katie and turned out to be Janna, and then the therlumping started again) and c) she actually was sick and slept most of the day.

Because I am a complete suckyfaced moron, (Look! A Suckyfaced Moron! Mind you they don't look as good out of their breeding plumage) I dodged into the Sears Outlet and dowsed for children's clothing. It took longer to check out, guh witness, than it did to select one pair of pants which fit Keith perfectly and of which he approved, and a blue blouse and Buffyesque black pullover pimped out with lacing and black ribbon for Katie, who yoinked the black top out of my hand with a laugh when I said that if she didn't like it, I'd take it. As freaking if. Dang! And it would look good on me too, 'most as good as the camo stretch pants which she is either wearing or washing these days. There's no point me trying to dress young. If it isn't effective Katie won't touch it and if it is she yoinks it. As it is my children are happy with me.

Then three episodes (may I be struck with Jovian lightning) of B5 (2nd season). I think the guy who plays Londo should be strung from something, and the special effects bring into play the astonishing French advertising loan word "Fromidable!" which gives you that chemical, chimerical, cheesy tang. When John and I see something really big and really cheesy, we sometimes tandem bellow "C'est frrrrrrromidable!" The Fromidable is actually on the French speaking label of the generic form of that wizarding spreadable cheese I don't want to mention by name.

My heart is full of the love of my coworkers. They are all wonderful people. There's nothing fromidable about them.

Crap! Doesn't this bleeding phone ever stop ringing! As Dorothy Parker (may her soul find an ashtray soon) frequently remarked, "What fresh hell is this!?"

enough sleep
2005-01-12-- Posted by: allegra

A friend of Elly's and his wife went to Thailand a few months ago and they haven't been heard from since Christmas.

I was really sad to hear about that because her description of him made him sound really cool, and she saw him just before they left. We must love one another or die.

Have to mention that the last time I went to Mike's, Tori pulled out a work of art that she had to do for school. Normally I don't think of school work as art, but this was one of the strangest and most beautiful things I've ever seen, and I found myself asking the question of the Ultimate Philistine - how much money would it take to part you from this, because it is without a doubt one of the most lovely things I've ever seen. It's done in the style of Edward Gorey, on transparent paper, mostly in black ink but with occasional splashes of colour. Mom, if you saw it, you'd be asking the same question. It's just amazing. Because the paper is transparent, you can see through about 4 layers of art, and each page is designed in such a fashion that it tells a story, with foreshadowing. People who can think visually just thrill me, because normally I only think in words.

I work on my spatial from time to time and I've gotten much better at estimating what will fit where (useful in cooking and containerizing groceries) but I watch Paul pack a truck and just want to curl up into a fetal ball.

Writing class was cancelled last night. I wrote a passionate two page essay on why my heart has a rock tied to it, and then of course couldn't read it to anybody. On the upside, I heard the new King Cobb Steelie album see pic and MUST HAVE IT; it would be the ultimate background music for my style of writing. One of the guys from Oysterhead has a new album out and it's pretty good too, although I don't think I'll buy it. And I dickered with a bartender for a price reduction on my beer and he gave it to me. Weather going downtown on the bus just sucked, we were twenty minutes getting down Burnaby Mountain.

Hair today
2005-01-11-- Posted by: allegra

Hair today
2005-01-11-- Posted by: allegra

A picture is worth a thousand words. Thanks, Brooke. Brooke is very pleasant and intelligent, neither of which attribute is particularly well limned in this pic. Nor am I entirely sure what the signal is. I will have to ask her hubby, when next we meet.

It's picture day at work. One of our colleagues is ill, so we're going to take a picture of our Lunch Bunch and put it in a nice frame and send it to her as a very late Christmas present.

enough sleep
2005-01-11-- Posted by: allegra

DON ROSS IS COMING. Be there or be square, or possibly an oblate spheroid. Friday, January 28th 8 pm St James Hall, Tix $20, Info 604-736-3022, Two time champ of the US National Fingerstyle Guitar competition, first Canadian ever. His intelligent, accessible and impassioned playing is like a drop spilled from the cup of the gods.

Read a bunch of first person accounts of the tsunami last night. Talked to David yesterday about how it seems to be diverting attention from what's happening with homeless and marginalized people in Canada, and I owned as how I don't think it's an either or situation. Nobody expects a tsunami; I don't think anybody deserves one. However, he did get me thinking bout where my priorities are in terms of social justice and welfare, and I guess currently it's the nasty trifecta of drugs, alcohol and mental illness as components to homelessness. I also remember telling David that homelessness is, as of yet, still very much a man's issue. Did anybody hear that the first Iraq veterans have turned up in homeless shelters? I don't see Bush talking about that much, he's too busy trying to gut Social Security.

When you're a US military lawyer
2005-01-10-- Posted by: allegra

You don't have to worry about credibility. It stands to reason we'll have cheerleaders in Guantanamo soon.

I'm having a tough time with this one....

Hair today
2005-01-10-- Posted by: allegra

Brother James in Ottawa responds, with no trace of irony, sarcasm or derision, "My hair stands straight up."

enough sleep
2005-01-10-- Posted by: allegra

Paul worked his first afternoon shift in about ten years yesterday. Katie and I went to see Brad Bird's first movie the Iron Giant, and I was very favourably impressed, if only because the script was orders of magnitude better than animation scripts usually are. Sure wish the last ninety seconds of the movie didn't COMPLETELY ruin things for me. Spoiler! but I'm sorry, if you hug a nuke, you don't get to reassemble yourself afterwards and if there were, by chance, anything left over, it would be hotter than Chernobyl and it would NOT be given to a small child. Then I came home and was subjected to second season of Ghost in the Shell Standalone Complex and then Last Exiles and then Keith flung on a Fistful of Dollars, so it was a pretty media oriented day. I had never seen Fistful of Dollars. The movie is great when Clint is on screen and verbs the galactic moose the rest of the time.

I sleep way better when I take my vitamins, so I am glad I'm back on that regimen.

Keith wants to register for Japanese; it's like he keeps expecting me to do it for him, so I had to straighten him out on that.

If hair is a sexual signalling device, what does yours say about you?

From the museum of computer art
2005-01-10-- Posted by: allegra

one thing and another
2005-01-09-- Posted by: allegra - you will find this link informative and educational. The whole Alligator in the Sewers story takes on a new complexion when you pull a 400 pound alligator out a waterway in downtown Miami. You have to wonder how many homeless people it ate before they caught it. This link will probably disappear sometime soon so go have a look.

George's memorial service was absolutely wonderful, and it feels really strange to know that somebody at Beacon congregation fought against the Anschluss and had to flee Austria way back when. We sang Die Gedanken Sind Frei - which is a Unitarian hymn, by the way. I think it was on a Limelighters album which my folks had - I remember being so pleased and startled the first time we sang it in church. The German speaking guys all used to stand at the back of the church and sing it in the original German while trying to drown the rest of us out. Happy memory.

My heart leapt up when I realized that my Monkees album still exists, and then my heart crashed when the ******** turntable drive belt which I JUST BOUGHT turns out to be suboptimal in performance. Take wow the wow last wow train wow to wow Clarksburg wow indeed.

There is one song on Encore, the new Eminem album, which I cannot get out of my head, but I think that's the general idea. Seeing as how some of the lyrics run, "Every time I think about you, I puke" I'm almost inclined to try running the Barney song in my head as a substitute. On the other hand, Katie could not believe, when she played it for me and John, that we actually liked it. Maybe like is the wrong word. Maybe, identified with. After all, there are a lot of people in this world that I should be trying to feel compassionate for, but they just wanna make me hurl. I am a dead loss as an enlightened human being, but I'm okay with that.

Today I am going to do my homework and prep for my next writing class. And do laundry. The Neverending Story.

Got an interesting book from my folks' place called the Skeptical Feminist. It was worth picking up just for the title.

Also reading a novel, the Navigator of New York. It starts slow but I'm finding it really compelling reading.

Paul does his first evening shift today, so he won't actually be here for supper, which is roast pork. I am thinking of inviting the non bf for supper, and if he doesn't want to come, somebody else, but I'm wracking my brains who else I can invite over without having to clean anything. I mean, except the kitchen and the bathroom, you don't want people to be scared to use the john, or concerned about ptomaine and giardia and e. coli and salmonella and suchlike.

Don't I just sound like Susie Housekeeping.

Now the kids are working their way through Babylon 5 and Paul said, (this comment deleted)(plaintive) "I prefer Buffy." Yes dear, but we ran out of Buffy. This line deleted because nobody wants to hear about our shopping trip last night, although I suppose it could be comedy material.

Katie says School sucks the fun out of everything. She doesn't know how lucky she is. Keith is reading Dana Stabelow, John's running sound at church, and the yard is a peaceful winter wonderland - apparently the white stuff is going to hang around for at least a week. May you enjoy a Sunday of recounting your mixed blessings. Pic is random.

Cooking tip
2005-01-09-- Posted by: allegra

I will share this with you because I love you all, and do not want you to go where I went.

Under no circumstances cook tapioca in a microwave.

I am now eating my way through it as a penance and a reminder never to do THAT again.

enough sleep
2005-01-08-- Posted by: allegra

Experienced another classic Mike Moment last night. He'd brought out a water glass and a small snifter of cognac; the snifter was inside the glass. I was following him out to the hot tub (two inches of snow on the path) and he skidded, fell on his ass/back, and sproinged back up in the air in a fashion that left me gaping. I was the only witness; Tori had popped back inside for shoes and Paul and Keith joined us a couple of minutes later.

All those years of Kung Fu! He did not spill a drop, was uninjured, except for his dignity, and what really amazed me was how fast he recovered. I've taken bad falls without dropping what I was carrying so that part didn't astound me. However, when I fall I generally lie there for a while going hunh? and don't LEVITATE back into bipedalism. It didn't look real! It was like a movie!!! (See earlier comments by Lexi (who's moving this weekend) about how she hates it when people say "It was like a movie". But that's the frame of reference. Really what it was like was a guy with a shipload of Martial Arts training, but I'm still shaking my head this morning. Mike said, upon getting up, in an oh so sophisticated tone, Well, at least I still know how to fall.

So we sat in the tub for a good while - Keith bailed early to go in and read Japanese books Tori had; the rest of the time we did the Buffy and Angel spoiler game, and described our favourite scenes so far. I am thinking the role reversal in I Only Have Eyes for You was my fave long scene so far; the Judge saying "What's that do?" was the funniest one liner; and my favourite facial expression is Seth Green looking quizzical.

If you don't read Dunnett, skip this paragraph. Dunnett fans will of course wonder where the hell my head has been for the last ten years, as there is an intense amount of Buffy/Lymond/Niccolo cross over in terms of fandom, and now all the times people have moaned that James Marsters could do Lymond if he wasn't so bleeding tall (Lymond is not tiny, but he ain't immense, either, not like Niccolo, who's bloody massive) actually make sense to me. Personally the only person I've ever seen on screen that makes any sense to me as Lymond is a very young Peter O'Toole; except OF COURSE that Peter O'Toole is too tall for the role as well. I have never seen, and possibly never will see, an actor who can do Niccolo. He's big, and ugly from some angles and impossibly gorgeous from others, and is physically graceful, and has a beautiful singing voice (as in, better than the professionals) and for a variety of reasons, not the least of which being that he really really likes women, he's dead sexy. I think that the biggest reason that there is Buffy / Dunnettfandom crossover is because the quality of the friendships in the Dunnett/Whedon oeuvre is a major part of their appeal (and the love interests OF COURSE - think Buffy and Angel's tragic love, or Jerrott and Marthe's starcrossed, bizarre marriage, or Tobie and Clemence's completely stage managed courtship and marriage, or Phemie and Anselme's 'it seemed like a good idea at the time' relationship after his first wife dies.) Phillippa's sacrifice for Lymond (no spoilers on this one, brrr) is a major achievement in fiction. If I read you off 'what happened' you'd go, "Oh, she was just frikkin nuts, eh?" but Dunnett writes it so the whole horrible slide into martyrdom makes sense; at that point in the books (like an inch from the end of it all) you are as passionately in love with Lymond as she is, even if you know that he's one of the biggest jerks in history. But sexy. And hardworking. And self-disciplined. And meaner than a junk yard dog. My kinda guy.

Okay, back to real life, where two inches of snow fell last night and Paul is doing sound for a memorial service today and the kids are still asleep and there's a massive flea invasion and I found out that I can't actually loan Rob of Nine the Michael Moschen DVD because Keith took it into school for another juggler. Some noises were made yesterday at lunch about the idea that a juggling club could be started at work. I'd join, but I am kinaesthetically challenged (the left side of my body is notoriously snobbish about cooperating with the dominant and right side) and now that I'm in two separate writers' groups I think I'd be somewhat pressed for time.

Peggy is plugging away at transcribing my hymn "Not Afraid to Believe" and says it's a challenge. I don't read music - another of my many lapses in good taste and judgement, not to mention energy. I am grateful she's spending some time on it. I was hoping once she gets it transcribed to have the privilege of listening to Tori try to sight read it; that would be great if it happens.

Katie went through the family photo albums last night, and started describing how she wanted to go through them with the Non BF. I want to type his name SO BADLY, mostly because it's great having somebody in my life whose name is weirder than mine. And he is cute. Katie has finally brought somebody home that I can stand looking at. You will understand it all when the Cone of Silence flies back up into the ceiling.

Note to Jeff: Blasted through Eleanor Rigby right after Christmas and enjoyed it, but Coupland mismatched the character and the way she talks; since he does it consistently it's easy to deal with. Really, it's a Harlequin romance with Buffyverse sized coincidences, but I enjoyed it. Adam's Curse by Ryan Sykes is proving to be a bit harder slog. I'm going to have to find the Eurekalert reference to the Y Chromosome stuff that challenges some of what Sykes has to say. However he says one thing at the beginning of the book which made me want to buss him soundly, and it goes like this, from Page 4.

"On a very practical note, sex and the reasons for it are fundamental to this book, and I use the word in several different contexts. Sometimes it refers to reproduction, sometimes to gender and sometimes to intercourse. I adopt this general usage to avoid, among other things, the angst of defining *exactly* what I mean by gender and to sidestop such literary absurdities as describing the shedding of pollen as any sort of intercourse. I hope the context will make my meaning clear."

When I write my masterpiece on the Trader's Peace I think I'll post that over my desk.

The Trader's Peace is a concept I have about the reconciliation of the long running battle between men and women which is based on an extreme shift in how relationships between men and women are viewed and transacted (with appropriate and concurrent rules for lesbian, gay, trans, intersex, neuter and asexual people). I've been thinking about it my entire adult life and I keep reading books that help refine my conceptions about it. Maybe instead of a book I should just do a manifesto. Manifestos are shorter, and you don't need bloody footnotes. Just what I need, another project. Hit delete, delete, hit delete, delete.

Well that's a whole bunch of verbiage, and for what? Catch y'all later.

enough sleep
2005-01-07-- Posted by: allegra

too much stuff happening. More blogulation later.

laugh much?
2005-01-07-- Posted by: allegra

Came back from my first comedy writing class in four or five years, impressed as hell with David Granirer, who is smoother than triple filtered cream these days in terms of delivery. Wowie Zowie.

Delighted to see Julie's cheerful phiz in the mix, made for two familiar faces in the room and my god, the talent. To be respectful to the other comics I won't go quoting all their amazing stuff. There's one woman in the room who is orders of magnitude funnier than the rest of us, but very generous and fun to be round.

Gotta go, I need to pay attention to the new Eminem album.

I don't make this stuff up
2005-01-06-- Posted by: allegra

http: // /cheese/

You will have to delete the spaces to get the link. Cheese racing is now an official sport, as well as being proof of the existence of the Prince of Lies. Hopefully the Apocalypse will happen before the sport goes Olympic.

too cute
2005-01-06-- Posted by: allegra

Owen, a one year-old baby Hippotamus gets close to his adopted mother, a giant male Aldabran tortoise at Kenya's Haller Park, January 6, 2004. The 120-year old giant tortoise living in the Kenyan sanctuary has become inseparable from the baby hippo rescued by game wardens, sanctuary officials said on Thursday. (Peter Greste/Reuters)

aw naw, snaw
2005-01-06-- Posted by: allegra

I mentioned to Paul that nasty white cold flakes of water were going to precipitate out of the atmosphere last night. He moved the car into the garage, and now that I have a chance to survey my domain, I'm glad he took the implicit advice. There's an even centimeter all over everything.

Watched a PG movie with my family last night. Had to go to bed to recover from the shock. Mind you, it's always funny watching a teenage girl react to her first Steve McQueen movie. I said "Isn't he the hottest thing ever?" and she had no difficulty agreeing. So I told her that he made a lot of bad movies, but he made some good ones too and she should check them out... starting with Bullitt. When I was little my dad put together a goodies reel of all his favourite crap on GET THIS Beta.... that's how old I am!!! and it included, among other things, Stan Freberg's turn on The Monkees (ha ha, that's how old I am! I OWNED a Monkees album but sold it when I left TO for Montreal and it's too bad because I've had the overwhelming urge to listen to "This Just Doesn't Seem to Be My Day" in the last few days) and the chase scene from Bullitt, and I can't remember what all else right now but it was fun. If I ever put together a goodies reel, it would be interesting. Hm. Just what I need, another project. Hit delete, delete, hit delete, delete... Anyway, we watched the Great Escape. Read the liner notes and was startled to discover that three, count em three, members of the cast actually HAD been in POW camps, which accounted for the non-hollywoodesqueness of the set dec, among other things.

Must remember to thank Bree for the Buffy links. Seeing a picture of Anthony Stewart Head done up like Frankenfurter made it all worthwhile. The transcripts are proving useful, as well. Skipped forward to the sixth season because I HAD to read the lyrics for the 'musical episode'. Keith and I were in hysterics - can't wait to acquire the rest of the oeuvre.

Listening to Katie hum the theme to The Great Escape, I said, if you ever want to make a certain kind of grownup laugh, hum that when you're trying to get away from something. Paul's making me oatmeal, driving me in, and otherwise making life wonderful. Hm. Actually, the oatmeal's ready, time to fly.

enough sleep
2005-01-05-- Posted by: allegra

Laugh out loud funny:

A hilarious compendium of cockups and weasel words.

enough sleep
2005-01-05-- Posted by: allegra

Almost didna blog. Bulgarian man with .914 alcohol reading. Cops didn't believe and made him blow 5 times. I still don't believe, but it sounds like he was pretty drunk.

Ran into Shawn coming out of SFU bus loop. He had bad news but it turned into okay news and then actually quite hopeful news. Wish I could be more specific but I don't have permission to talk about it. Then I got off one stop over and ran into Rob W. at the Lougheed town centre. Just walked into his arms and gave him a big new years hug. Then Ashley and Katie literally ran into me. I scolded Ashley. Then I got off the bus with Katie at Peggy's place and watched Tom fight with various physical objects so I could record something, but it didn't work out so we went to LA Sushi *BEST SUSHI IN TOWN* and got enough sushi to feed us and the non bf. The non bf came over and was extremely cool to hang out with and then Peggy came over and we recorded the song on my ancient Sony, but using Tom's mikes, and then she left and the Non BF left and then we watched the Zeppo episode of Buffy and went to bed.

Not that anybody cares
2005-01-04-- Posted by: allegra

I type without a net. I have tried typing these things out - yeah it's TYPING not WRITING what's it to ya - into a proper text editor but when I transfer it back it's full of those freaking html hiccups that are so gross I'd rather have an honest typo than one of those monstrosities. So if you see a typo that I didn't catch, it's not because I'm too ignorant to spell check, it's because I'm in too much of a hurry to mess around, most of the time. I am not proud of myself, but I am not making any excuses.

Buffy continues to erode the non-necrotic portion of my cerebellum. I'm getting VERY non watching of the fights, mostly because the shift into the cartoon universe where getting snapped against a concrete wall doesn't cause depressed fractures, followed by coma and death, is getting really tiresome. I'm much more into the investigating and smooching. I mean, I want to investigate and smooch, I do NOT want to be snapped like the end of a whip into a mausoleum wall.

Note to the woman who promised me a phone call in November and has been known to read this blog. (Lowers voice to whisper.) I'm still waiting.

I am very happy to be heading back to work. A quarter sized chunk of my heart has been ripped out of my body and staked underneath my desk, so I must needs return due to - well, you know about why, I need not explain.

Because people have been fired all over the world for what they said in blogs, I am only going to say nice, or possibly weird and uninterpretable things, about work. So just forget about the heart and the staking. It's all bogus, anyway. And if I said work is very frequently an even more entertaining and educational place than the Buffyverse, nobody, including most of the people who work there, would believe me.

Which reminds me of a story from Sunday's supper table. Bree said that a guy who applied for a job at a certain company got googled, apparently that's S.O.P. now, in which case I'm hopelessly boned for ever getting another job, and said candidate turned out to have a weblog ON WHICH HE HISSED AND HE DISSED about the interview process. Next, please! If only weeding out the morons were always this easy, sigh.

Pic is something random.

enough sleep
2005-01-03-- Posted by: allegra

Pic is from a car show in Japan; anime comes to life! I had to rub my eyes.

Had a wonderful time singing and playing at Tom and Peggy's last night. Paul cooked ginger chicken on Friday so the spicing had a chance to spread out a bit; it was really yummy; there were also chocolate macaroons, although if you don't like coconut that won't thrill you too much.

And ice cream. Butter pecan.

Considering that she picked up a banjo scant months ago, Brooke is really playing well; and she TUNES it, which is great. She also performed the stellar public service of tuning one of Tom's 12 strings. I grabbed the Larrivee and played standing up for a change; I should probably give up this singing and playing sitting down stuff. More calories required if you're standing.

Katie is still recovering from spending 36 hours with her non bf. If I even hint at asking, so what's going on with this young man? she claws and spits; p'raps I'll drop the subject for a while.

Paul had a horrible nightmare last night. Sure woke ME up; I'd describe it but it's too creepy.

Back to work, school, etc for the mass of us tomorrow. John is back tonight, which reminds me. I have to go downstairs and feed Pokey. I am actually looking forward to going back to work, strange as it may sound. I don't think the kids are looking forward to going back to school. Keith has a project to finish; I should remind him about it before he gets too far into the Buffyverse, because of course we're still mired in season three.

What is with the right wing Yank pundits? I just exited; there's an interesting trace on a standard right wing meme. Americans give much to tsunami relief, what about those oil rich Muslim countries giving generously to the relief effort in Indonesia? Then when you do the math, OF COURSE, per capita, places like Kuwait are giving more per person than the US. It's crazymaking. But once it gets repeated, it is TRUE.

Keith is practicing katakana. He still wants to learn Japanese.

2005-01-02-- Posted by: allegra

It occurred to me that you might not have figured out HOW I got the weird piece of metal. You take tin solder and melt it in a spoon over coals in a fireplace and then dump the melted metal into a bucket of water. The variation in the shapes is unbelievable from person to person; Jarmo's was the most amazing mother goddess figure I have ever seen. The children present got long streamers, and John got a scythe.... which I have to admit freaked the hell out of me.

enough sleep
2005-01-02-- Posted by: allegra

Not much to report. Katie finally came home last night but I have no idea when. Still hard at work on the world building. Could NOT easily sleep last night. My characters were eating lunch in my head and I couldn't get them to shut up, especially once the new hire started talking. And two more characters strolled up and sat down, and Rick started talking about how this isn't a job interview, it's an audition. It's completely freaky, and it's more like being possessed than anything else I can imagine. I can see them, I can hear them and they are going places I didn't know about previously. I knew the building was wired, but it's insane how much more complicated it is now that I'm actually world building and having to describe all the Millennium Falcon style 'special modifications' have been done to the building, much to the landlord's continuing horror. Oh, do I hate the landlord. I hate him with a passion that is purple and everlasting.

"If audiences in general are underestimated, kids really get the patronizing treatment. Two things are often forgotten about kids. One: They have no taste. They will watch just about anything. This is normal and healthy. Taste comes later. Two: They are not stupid! Kids are born intelligent, and there's no good reason to make dumbed-down entertainment for them." *Craig Good, Pixar.

I think I'm going to do a Buffy goodies reel, nothing but interactions between Buffy and Angel. I mean, if it wasn't for Buffy I would be in this jam.

Comedy class on Thursday. I am so stoked. Printed out all my routines and of course edited on the way by.

Pic is Marilyn Manson as a child.

A clean slate
2005-01-01-- Posted by: allegra

..... you will see a cluster of stuff that Jarmo says means money. He interpreted it to mean that if I could catch the wave, sort of 'get my groove on' I would have a happy year, and he says there's money in there. I always discount that part. It was way important to me to get some sign I'm staying here and interesting that unlike last year, this year it's all about me.

Pic is me, this morning. The disturbing lack of focus is to limn my extreme disappointment that my errant son is returning today and chose to give me the gladsome news that he will be sitting in his underwear watching anime no more... (at 10:30 in the morning when I got in at 3:29. I'm not actually sad to see him back and of course Jeff must be doing cartwheels to have him out of the house... I jest, they seem to get along really well. Jeff is in many respects the perfect uncle. ) The halo effect is because it's a self portrait and you're seeing the shadows of my arms.

Watched Festival Express with the folks last night but never made it out to the hot tub. Got to see what Mike gave Tori for Christmas, oo la la as they say. Tori is alas in NFLD, but phoned right at midnight to say hi, so Mike's first question is What are You doing up?

Hope everybody had a safe and happy New Years. Katie of course is invisible, but I baited the trap at 8:30 last night to tell her more Buffy was coming. I anticipate her arrival around 3 pm this afternoon.

Paul's at work.

John is off to the Island so I'm on Pokester patrol. I really should go downstairs and fondle him. He's not a bad cat, just enormous, noisy, destructive and really really cute.

A clean slate
2005-01-01-- Posted by: allegra

The Finns practice a form of divination on New Years Eve which is very interesting. The last one I did (at Big Purple, when Mike was still living there) I interpreted to show the four of us, being Paul and the kids, standing all together in the prow of a boat, which obviously I took to be a hopeful sign that we would all be together during the year. This year, well, now I have a digital camera, so you can get a glimpse of the beauty, complexity and oddness of this stannomancy.

I'll do the divination part later, take a look.

From a link on ThatColoredFellasweblog
2005-01-01-- Posted by: allegra

. . .irony is a form of utterance that postulates a double audience, consisting of one party that hearing shall hear and shall not understand, and another party that, when more is meant than meets the ear, is aware, both of that "more" and of the outsider's incomprehension. . ."

-- h. w. fowler, linguist, and author of modern english usage (1968)

Getting 'nuff irony these dayz?

simulation - one last post
2005-01-01-- Posted by: allegra