imagine the freedom....

you could be anyone on the great nameless, faceless internet….. A-N-Y one…..

instead of having this ridiculously identifiable blog - i could go out on a limb, hell, i could go into a completely different forest for that matter, and try on a completely new identity….

hmmm.

it would be like multi-personality-disorder, but different…  multi-blog-personality-disorder…. pfft…

nothing a few bottles of cab shiraz couldn’t fix. 

sunday night slow-down

… no no no - i said slow down, not hoe down……

hockey on the telly - and getting ready for the onslaught of work that is guaranteed to hit tomorrow… and all when i am finally getting my big problem (TM) fixed…… yup yup, tomorrow afternoon… new flooring to cover up my embarassment. 

 the boi is blocking the tv.  he’s about 11 inches from the screen in his goalie gear, trying to make what i am sure are very significant modifications to the padding around his knees…. all i know is that he better be done his redesigns in the next 20 minutes…  Desperate Housewives will prevail over philly and ottawa.

friday

…. 3 meetings before noon, not to mention an emergency call before 8 am… and the panick of not being on top of everything all at once….  but my furnace is fixed.  After a week of furnace nightmares with direct energy…. we finally have progress.  And heat. And a water heater that doesn’t crash (damn GUI OS) and need rebooting after every second shower…..

it’s damn near a perfect end to a ridiculous, head popping week…. and i look forward to 2 days of nothingness….

between helping Mr Furnace, i spent the better part of the afternoon getting caught up with admin tasks that i’ve been avoiding for the past month, and having one eye on the telly, with the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy

It’s funny, the references that are now commonplace… like the ultimate answer to the universe, and the pre-occupation for cheese…  now all make absolute sense…..  and i find it simply lovely.  Next, with the boi out again this evening, the next movie up is CRASH .

Zazzafooky liked it - perhaps I will as well. 

black and orange redux

…. we have all recovered.  the "black and orange" was a smashing success again this year…. yours truly was all glammed up with orange accessories courtesy of Sugar and Zen…. and a strappy black dress that’s hidden away until i was ready again for it… and hair that cher would have been proud of.

the mr.  was black and orange and black, and fended for himself admirably…  he does well at events… and he’s good at knowing the perfect time to leave the fete… to get home and recouperated for the next day…. it was a long next day - but we survived….

And it was hilarious.  Next year we will have to dance. Pffft. 

From the Hitchhiker - how many roads must a man walk down - 42.

Cheese Brain…. ;-) 

7:33 am

.. and i am standing in the tim hortons line.  Today is different.  It’s earlier, for one thing.  Today there is a homeless guy asking the people in the coffee line  for money.  He wanted to go to McDonalds. 

I don’t know why he wasn’t asking people in the McDonald’s line for money.

He didn’t get any change in the tim’s line.  There were whispers of calling for security.  The coffee dollies were tense.

The last person who was asked for change responded differently from the rest.  He swore.  In turn, the homeless guy became violent and hostile. Yelling of slavery. Racial words with little meaning, at 7:33 in the morning.  Before the first triple triple.

Tomorrow i will sleep in.

Perhaps Second Cup as well. 

when you open the floodgates...

… the sympatico folks come right on in ;-)

it’s oddly un-nerving that the week after i remove all my anti-sympatico bars and chains, they are beathing a path to my door. 

Refreshments - Banditos

So just how far down do you want to go
And we can talk it out over a cup of joe
And you can look deep into my eyes
Like I was a super-model

Uh huh

Well it’s you and me baby
No one else we can trust
We’ll say nuthin to no one
No how or we’ll bust
And never crack a smile or flinch or cry
For nobody

Uh huh

Well give your ID card to the border guard
Now your alias says you’re Captain Jon Luke Picard
Of the United Federation of Planets
Cause he won’t speak english anyway

Everybody knows that the world is full of stupid people
So meet me at the mission at midnight
We’ll divvy up there
Everybody knows that the world is full of stupid people
Well I got the pistol
So I’ll keep the pesos

Yeah and that seems fair

So put the sugar in the tank of the sheriff’s car
And slash the deputy’s tires
So they won’t get very far
When they finally get the word that there’s been a hold-up

Uh huh

And give your ID card to the border guard
Now your alias says you’re Captain Jon Luke Picard
Of the United Federation of Planets
Cause he won’t speak english anyway

Everybody knows that the world is full of stupid people
So meet me at the mission at midnight
We’ll divvy up there
And everybody knows that the world is full of stupid people
Well I got the pistol
So I’ll keep the pesos
Yeah that seems fair
That seems fair
And that seems fair
Well that seems fair

Well give your ID card to the border guard
Now your alias says you’re Captain Jon Luke Picard
Of the United Federation of Planets
Cause he won’t speak english anyway

Everybody knows that the world is full of stupid people
So meet me at the mission at midnight
We’ll divvy up there
And everybody knows that the world is full of stupid people
Well I got the pistol
So I’ll keep the pesos
Yeah that seems fair ….

Can you cry under water?

… just another of those imponderables that seem to be plagueing me of late…..

Once you’re in heaven, do you get stuck wearing the clothes you
were buried in for eternity???

chickadee weekend.....

…. and last night was the first night ever that i went out, and let dad have a "gurls night in" with the chickadees.

Bizarro evening. Enough said.  And when I got home, i kissed the chicks goodnight, made a jelly sammy and also hit the hay.  Morning came fast.   

my wednesday night

no - i was *not* watching LOST:

Well.
I screamed.
I cried.
I swore like a sailor.
I found pliers.
I found duct tape.
I am better.
 

i'm beat.

even my eyelashes are tired.

duuude!!!

i’m not ready.

well - of course i am - but i have a boatload of things to do in the next 2 days - and it’s not funny!!!  :-)  Oh me and my overly ambitious self.  For Shame.

And it ‘s raining today - so no car wash for me. 

4 day weeks....

… sometimes are just a little too short for my taste….. not enough time, too much stress stuff… and all of a sudden it’s friday again!  In a perfect world, this would, of course, be ideal.  In my world… there are weeks that i wish would go on for 11 days or more….

Likely it has something to do with lots of started projects, and not enough time to finish them.

:-) 

g'morning you!

yes, i saw your leetle digital footprints…. :-)  that is sooo cute :-) 

leetle lost batthis is the real leetle bat…. he’s in another spot again… looks like he’s had a rough go of it.

 

and this is the back yard - with LOADS of dew… wet toes on both gurl and dog this morning…..

Chevy looking….
Chevy - posing at the top of the stairs this morning…. she saw someone far down the walk, right after i took this picture, and she ran to him, thinking it was you, someone she recognized :-)

 ooops - you aren’t supposed to see my "paint cart…. 

survivor or victim?

this morning, walking the smapp, we came upon a little baby bat, stuck like glue to the outside staircase at home… we gave it a wide berth, and continued on, hoping that it would find it within itself to get to a better place to nap away the day.

this aft, in full, super cooker sun, it was still there, upside down, eyes tightly shut… we gave it a wide berth, and continued on, wondering how on earth it could be surviving, and what is making it stick to the wall.

tonight, now 2 hours past sunset, it’s still there… we are still giving it a wide berth, but now i wonder - what would happen if i gave it a little poke, like with a spatula, or something longer, like a broom?

it’s not a vampire bat - everyone knows vampires turn to dust in sunlight :-)

i think it’s a "little brown bat"

 

countdown!

tommy lee jones...

i think it started in grade 12, my obsession with TLJ.  an odd interest for an 18 year old girl,if there ever was one… but there’s something about him….  his seriousness, his bizarre sense of humour… something.

regardles, i’ve cultivated this "hobby for the past 15 odd years. and tonight, to keep the flame alive i watched man of the house.  one should never see tommy lee with a mud mask or cucumbers on his eyes.  sweet jesus, they showed cheerleaders plucking his earhair… is nothing sacred any more?it was sacriledge.

this is the real tommy:

…Was the studio’s original (and preferred) choice to play Snake Plisken in John Carpenter’s Escape from New York Kurt Russell, who ultimately got the part, because of his previous work. (1981). The studio was reluctant to cast

that being said, i still have a smile on my face.  tommy can do that. 

amazing finds

woogle.com

ohmigod - if i hadn’t played with it for 20 minutes (when i should have been walking the dog), i would have never believed it.

early bedtimes...

make for early wakings… especially when the other body in the bed refuses to be quiet for any period of time…. and so - here i be on an early saturday morning…. it’s still quiet and peaceful, but that will only last until the chickadees swoop in later, looking for fun and attention and entertainment.  alas, they will swoop out 24 hour later, eaving a mess of droppings and stray feathers. :-)

and then i am all on my own for 2 weeks.  i am teetering between being giddy with delight and morose with loneliness…. we shall see.  teetering and tottering is what life’s all about. 

walking the smapp this morning was surreal - everything was diffused with gold light and whisps of fog.  the waterfront is peaceful at 7 am on a saturday, of that there is no doubt…. the only path i crossed was that of an early morning photographer… and he and i both continued on our way.