No, literally.
While my efforts to contain the over-spray while painting the laptop case were successful, the mist created from the multitude of coats has left a fine, almost imperceptible layer of blue dust on everything in my room. It's only obvious when I run my finger across something... it comes away with a layer of shiny blue... yeesh! I also blew my nose this morning, and it was partially blue. ROFL. That'll learn me...
I've decided to call it a dMac, seeing as it's being completely custom encased by me. It aught to make the guys at the shop chuckle. So far, I have three of the case components finished, with three more to be clear coated. Then I have to polish them and get them all shiny and purdy-like. I haven't decided what I shall use for the nametag. I bought white lettering which was not the style I wanted, but was the only thing remotely close that I could find. I hate it. My trial with those letters is horrific and looks gaudy against the blue. I'l have to hit the shops again to see what I can find in a medium gray... nothing else really strikes me as working the way I want it to.
I spent the day visiting my uncle and his family, along with a friend of my cousin, who I drove out to spend the evening with said cousin. We played Tarabish for about 5 hours and ended the night with homemade spicy chicken pizza and a lovely Shiraz. Sadly, I ate too much and my cousin told me I had a bun in the oven. The new diet starts tomorrow. :(
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Saturday, February 24, 2007
growl!
I believed that the best way to get to know a woman was to go to bed with her...so pretty much everywhere I've lived I've had a real bad reputation. But it has gotten me a lot of interesting dates." - Dorothy Allison
A fun quote I found a while ago, it amused me. There's a bit more about her on wikipedia. She's quite an interesting lady.
What a long, crappy fucking week. Work was TEH SUK, culminating in a Friday that nearly had me jumping out the window of my office in frustration. I ran in so many circles, that at one point I lost track of where I was and had to think for five minutes to get back on track. That almost never happens. I can multi-task like a motherfucker, but there are limits. Grr! I finally made it to the end of that painful day and put the whole week behind me... a few hours later I was pissed off again, after sitting for nearly an hour waiting for someone to show up for coffee who forgot. To top it all off, one of the customers from the shop was in the coffee shop just as I walked in, so I spent 40 minutes speaking to her. Granted, she's nice enough, but I had just put a hellish work week behind me and it all came right back into my face... argh! Fuck was I one cranky motherfucker when I got home last night.
1) Salt.
2) Open wound.
3) Apply generously.
I was too pissed off to do anything... no watching TV, playing WoW, reading my book or working on my laptop. I decided sleep was a great [aka. only] option... Baileys, Crown Royal, painkillers and a sleeping pill knocked me out for 14 hours.
It did the trick, I've had a great day. I had running around to do and a bunch of things to pick up for the laptop, so when I got them I started working on it. I have the bottom case painted and ready for clear-coating. I have a few other things done, but I fucked up the top housing, so I'm glad I have spare parts. And I'm an hour of leveling away from level 40 and my paladin mount! WOOT! Not a bad day at all. :)
A fun quote I found a while ago, it amused me. There's a bit more about her on wikipedia. She's quite an interesting lady.
What a long, crappy fucking week. Work was TEH SUK, culminating in a Friday that nearly had me jumping out the window of my office in frustration. I ran in so many circles, that at one point I lost track of where I was and had to think for five minutes to get back on track. That almost never happens. I can multi-task like a motherfucker, but there are limits. Grr! I finally made it to the end of that painful day and put the whole week behind me... a few hours later I was pissed off again, after sitting for nearly an hour waiting for someone to show up for coffee who forgot. To top it all off, one of the customers from the shop was in the coffee shop just as I walked in, so I spent 40 minutes speaking to her. Granted, she's nice enough, but I had just put a hellish work week behind me and it all came right back into my face... argh! Fuck was I one cranky motherfucker when I got home last night.
1) Salt.
2) Open wound.
3) Apply generously.
I was too pissed off to do anything... no watching TV, playing WoW, reading my book or working on my laptop. I decided sleep was a great [aka. only] option... Baileys, Crown Royal, painkillers and a sleeping pill knocked me out for 14 hours.
It did the trick, I've had a great day. I had running around to do and a bunch of things to pick up for the laptop, so when I got them I started working on it. I have the bottom case painted and ready for clear-coating. I have a few other things done, but I fucked up the top housing, so I'm glad I have spare parts. And I'm an hour of leveling away from level 40 and my paladin mount! WOOT! Not a bad day at all. :)
Monday, February 19, 2007
ooh, that's gotta hurt...
I went to see Pan's Labyrinth tonight. What a fun movie. Not for the faint of heart (there's some rather bloody war scenes...) but it's a wonderful faery tale. I wouldn't say anything else about it, except I wish more movies were made like it.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
My voyeurometer just went up.
Most folks have a voyeuristic side. Mine is is pretty strong, I love to watch...
...lots of things, not anything in particular. ;p
Anyway, I was erroneously give a movie file that I was not supposed to see. It was an "I miss you" type movie sent to this guy from his boyfriend. I didn't know what it was, so I opened it and started watching... and since I'm human, my voyeuristic tendencies decided I would watch the whole thing. It was the guy's boyfriend dancing half naked to some hot club music, wishing he was there with him. He was quite good looking, so it wasn't hard to keep my attention. Needless to say, it was a good chuckle for me and a bonus that dancing semi-nekkid guy was a) a good dancer b) hot and c) semi-nekkid.
And now I've seen something in someone's life that was secret and private and should never have ended up being viewed by me. How delightfully stimulating. I feel like I should go for a smoke or something... I guess I'll settle for the "or something". Meow.
...lots of things, not anything in particular. ;p
Anyway, I was erroneously give a movie file that I was not supposed to see. It was an "I miss you" type movie sent to this guy from his boyfriend. I didn't know what it was, so I opened it and started watching... and since I'm human, my voyeuristic tendencies decided I would watch the whole thing. It was the guy's boyfriend dancing half naked to some hot club music, wishing he was there with him. He was quite good looking, so it wasn't hard to keep my attention. Needless to say, it was a good chuckle for me and a bonus that dancing semi-nekkid guy was a) a good dancer b) hot and c) semi-nekkid.
And now I've seen something in someone's life that was secret and private and should never have ended up being viewed by me. How delightfully stimulating. I feel like I should go for a smoke or something... I guess I'll settle for the "or something". Meow.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
what a fantastic dream I had!
One look at love and you may see
It weaves a web over mystery,
All ravelled threads can rend apart
For hope has a place in the lover's heart.
Hope has a place in a lover's heart.
Whispering world, a sigh of sighs,
The ebb and the flow of the ocean tides.
One breath, one word may end or may start
A hope in a place of the lover's heart.
Hope has a place in a lover's heart.
Look to love you may dream,
And if it should leave then give it wings.
But if such a love is meant to be;
Hope is home, and the heart is free
Under the heavens we journey far,
On roads of life we're the wanderers,
So let love rise, so let love depart,
Let hope have a place in the lover's heart.
Hope has a place in a lover's heart.
Look to love and you may dream,
And if it should leave then give it wings.
But if such a love is meant to be;
Hope is home, and the heart is free.
Hope is home, and the heart is free.
- Hope Has A Place, Enya
It weaves a web over mystery,
All ravelled threads can rend apart
For hope has a place in the lover's heart.
Hope has a place in a lover's heart.
Whispering world, a sigh of sighs,
The ebb and the flow of the ocean tides.
One breath, one word may end or may start
A hope in a place of the lover's heart.
Hope has a place in a lover's heart.
Look to love you may dream,
And if it should leave then give it wings.
But if such a love is meant to be;
Hope is home, and the heart is free
Under the heavens we journey far,
On roads of life we're the wanderers,
So let love rise, so let love depart,
Let hope have a place in the lover's heart.
Hope has a place in a lover's heart.
Look to love and you may dream,
And if it should leave then give it wings.
But if such a love is meant to be;
Hope is home, and the heart is free.
Hope is home, and the heart is free.
- Hope Has A Place, Enya
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
memories are golden...
We'll always have...
- the tree by the duck pond.
- the hill by the skating rink.
- the stairs behind the schoolhouse.
- the trees by the brook.
- the Dominion bicycle accident.
- the high school dance bleachers.
- the evergreen with our names.
- the pink lipstick.
- the sunrises in the Mustang.
- the dance floor of le Palm.
- the late night busride through Montreal.
- the corny jokes at Mickey D's.
- the hot sweaty day by the beach.
- the french maid and the biker.
- the Stardust Picnic.
- the night on the couch at NRG.
- the sunset from those godawful Brunswick towers.
- the rehearsal party.
- the greek salad.
- the handclasp at the play.
- the nap on the orange couch with the kittens.
- the house by the lake.
- the evening walk through the park.
Some wonderful memories of the most romantic moment I shared with a few of the really special people I have had relationships with. In my memories, every person has one special moment that shines more than the others, like a beacon of romanticism in a fog of history... I rarely forget anything, I never forget the important things. I remember every important moment in my life right back to age 4. The stuff in between is like fluffernutter... fluffy and gooey and fills the gaps, but it holds it all together... memories surface from that conglomeration randomly, but the core of my being is spun on the important memories that swirl around my axis. These are my romantic memories, and they are golden.
So, Happy Valentine's Day!
Every year I wish people a big Happy Valentine's Day, because it is a day to celebrate love. Ignore the cynics that call it a Hallmark Holiday... Love is such a wonderful thing, it deserves to be celebrated. Just because capitalists found a way to make a few extra dollars, one shouldn't discount the origins of the whole celebration. I could quote a whole bunch of things from the internet on the origins, but I'm over-tired and just in a totally mushy romanticy mood tonight, so do your own homework. :)
May Love find you and caress you and wrap you deeply in her silk shrouded arms, until there is nothing but you and her and a shining golden world of beauty.
- the tree by the duck pond.
- the hill by the skating rink.
- the stairs behind the schoolhouse.
- the trees by the brook.
- the Dominion bicycle accident.
- the high school dance bleachers.
- the evergreen with our names.
- the pink lipstick.
- the sunrises in the Mustang.
- the dance floor of le Palm.
- the late night busride through Montreal.
- the corny jokes at Mickey D's.
- the hot sweaty day by the beach.
- the french maid and the biker.
- the Stardust Picnic.
- the night on the couch at NRG.
- the sunset from those godawful Brunswick towers.
- the rehearsal party.
- the greek salad.
- the handclasp at the play.
- the nap on the orange couch with the kittens.
- the house by the lake.
- the evening walk through the park.
Some wonderful memories of the most romantic moment I shared with a few of the really special people I have had relationships with. In my memories, every person has one special moment that shines more than the others, like a beacon of romanticism in a fog of history... I rarely forget anything, I never forget the important things. I remember every important moment in my life right back to age 4. The stuff in between is like fluffernutter... fluffy and gooey and fills the gaps, but it holds it all together... memories surface from that conglomeration randomly, but the core of my being is spun on the important memories that swirl around my axis. These are my romantic memories, and they are golden.
So, Happy Valentine's Day!
Every year I wish people a big Happy Valentine's Day, because it is a day to celebrate love. Ignore the cynics that call it a Hallmark Holiday... Love is such a wonderful thing, it deserves to be celebrated. Just because capitalists found a way to make a few extra dollars, one shouldn't discount the origins of the whole celebration. I could quote a whole bunch of things from the internet on the origins, but I'm over-tired and just in a totally mushy romanticy mood tonight, so do your own homework. :)
May Love find you and caress you and wrap you deeply in her silk shrouded arms, until there is nothing but you and her and a shining golden world of beauty.
Monday, February 12, 2007
the wind is bloody cold today...
To the wake of a family friend I go, in a little under an hour... my least favorite thing to do, wakes and funerals. In traditional Irish wake, celebration of life is the focal point. I never have trouble doing that, but because I'm a big softie, I find I'm always on the verge of bursting into tears... I'm almost always able to maintain a placid countenance, but inside I'm bawling like a two year old with tummy cramps. This particular wake is for the grandfather of a girl I grew up with... her parents being friends of my parents, I got to know him fairly well as a child. I have some fond memories of my friend, her parents and her grandfather when our family went to visit them at their bungalow. He was a very talented fiddle player, and I can see him clearly playing many a song at parties in their cabin. Good times, I say... good times. So off I go to see my friend and her family and her grandfather for the last time. I take with me happy memories to hold my smile in place and to meet them in their time of grief, as we all know that at times in our life, we stand in the same position. Friends, family and loved ones, nothing else really matters.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
"BIXBY SAYS...REEEEEEEEELAX!!!!!!!!"
It's Bixby and me,
we live in a tree,
and for miles around,
there's so much to see.
There's plenty to do,
and *mutter mutter mutter*
so come on along,
with Bixby and me.
Classic kids TV from the 80s... sadly, I can't find anything about it on the net. I'll have to delve deeper.
My vacation is working, I'm no longer wound up after a January of running in circles. I have a cousin visiting from Vancouver who I haven't seen in six years. We went with mom and a few friends to the Savoy for the Three Pianos... an encore performance of their tour from two years ago. I have seen it, but it was still great fun. We finished the evening off watching the Vancouver game with dad and my great uncle. Today is all about food and relaxing. I just stuffed myself with roasty goodness and I'm going to veg for a bit. Greg is home from Calgary so we're going to grab a movie and coffee to catch up. Tomorrow is visiting Sherri and Shane and if I can catch Gayle's attention I should be able to meet up with her... then possibly dinner and cocktails at my brother's place. Tuesday, I take ownership of the car, so I'm going to my uncle's for a visit and dinner with Marc. Aside from that, I'm going to relax with my book. Well deserved, I do say so myself.
Happiness is the simple things in life.
we live in a tree,
and for miles around,
there's so much to see.
There's plenty to do,
and *mutter mutter mutter*
so come on along,
with Bixby and me.
Classic kids TV from the 80s... sadly, I can't find anything about it on the net. I'll have to delve deeper.
My vacation is working, I'm no longer wound up after a January of running in circles. I have a cousin visiting from Vancouver who I haven't seen in six years. We went with mom and a few friends to the Savoy for the Three Pianos... an encore performance of their tour from two years ago. I have seen it, but it was still great fun. We finished the evening off watching the Vancouver game with dad and my great uncle. Today is all about food and relaxing. I just stuffed myself with roasty goodness and I'm going to veg for a bit. Greg is home from Calgary so we're going to grab a movie and coffee to catch up. Tomorrow is visiting Sherri and Shane and if I can catch Gayle's attention I should be able to meet up with her... then possibly dinner and cocktails at my brother's place. Tuesday, I take ownership of the car, so I'm going to my uncle's for a visit and dinner with Marc. Aside from that, I'm going to relax with my book. Well deserved, I do say so myself.
Happiness is the simple things in life.
Friday, February 09, 2007
"Troy! Give her back those scissors, this instant!"
In grade primary I learned about sharing. I was never good at sharing with kids when I was very very young. I learned what it really meant by example, in watching the people close to me; seeing what friendship and generosity and kindness and compassion were all about. I've gotten much better over the years at being generous with material things; I like my things and I lust for material possessions, but I don't mind sharing them. Not so with myself. I've always been very greedy with myself. I don't like giving any of me away. It's difficult to draw a line showing exactly what I mean, but I see it every so often and decide quite often not to cross it. It's really difficult when I trip over it. I guess that everyone needs to stumble now and then, otherwise you never learn to walk.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
"oh gods, where's my iPod when I need it?!?"
Overheard on the bus:
"Hi mom, it's Ben. I was hoping you could bring your scissors. I think I could use a haircut. I'm really looking forward to your visit, I'll see you soon."
He really did need a haircut.
"Hi mom, it's Ben. I was hoping you could bring your scissors. I think I could use a haircut. I'm really looking forward to your visit, I'll see you soon."
He really did need a haircut.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
"If lost or stolen, call Allison Hunt"
Love ridden, I’ve looked at you
With the focus I gave to my birthday candles
I’ve wished on the lidded blue flames
Under your brow
And baby, I wished for you
Nobody sees when you are lying in your bed
And I wanna crawl in with you
But I cry instead
I want your warmth, but it will only make
Me colder when it's over
So I can’t tonight, baby
No, not ‘baby’ anymore - if I need you
I’ll just use your simple name
Only kisses on the cheek from now on
And in a little while, we’ll only have to wave
My hand won’t hold you down no more
The path is clear to follow through
I stood too long in the way of the door
And now I’m giving up on you...
No, not ‘baby’ anymore - if I need you
I’ll just use your simple name
Only kisses on the cheek from now on
And in a little while, we’ll only have to wave
- Fiona Apple
With the focus I gave to my birthday candles
I’ve wished on the lidded blue flames
Under your brow
And baby, I wished for you
Nobody sees when you are lying in your bed
And I wanna crawl in with you
But I cry instead
I want your warmth, but it will only make
Me colder when it's over
So I can’t tonight, baby
No, not ‘baby’ anymore - if I need you
I’ll just use your simple name
Only kisses on the cheek from now on
And in a little while, we’ll only have to wave
My hand won’t hold you down no more
The path is clear to follow through
I stood too long in the way of the door
And now I’m giving up on you...
No, not ‘baby’ anymore - if I need you
I’ll just use your simple name
Only kisses on the cheek from now on
And in a little while, we’ll only have to wave
- Fiona Apple
Saturday, February 03, 2007
Say what?
Q: What do you get when you cross a deconstructionist with a mafia hitman?
A: An offer you can't understand.
A: An offer you can't understand.
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