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Hayseed Dixie - Ace of Spades cover

2007-04-04T23:55:00.000-04:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XFh6IU4ukjo

Frustration

2007-04-03T13:32:00.000-04:00

I am trying to get a draft of my ch.3 done for Friday. It's not working. I have writer's block, I am completely disorganised and I hate everything I have ever written or researched ever. Also, I'm completely brain-dead. I have .....ummmmm......nominal aphasia. Somebody please help me.

But what am I changeling into?

2007-03-28T01:46:00.000-04:00

Christian Science 101

2007-03-28T01:10:00.000-04:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uIwiPsgRrOs

In other news, I've been recruited to be on a tolerance committee - helping create a tolerance programme for public schools in Montreal. Yes, it is focused on religious tolerance. I'm an enigma amn't I?

harumph

2006-10-10T21:10:00.000-04:00

Boys suck. They're big poopyheads. That is all.

Sunday Bloody Sunday

2006-09-03T22:23:00.001-04:00

Oh My Lord. Fun-ny. Check out this video.

Who wants to play?

2006-09-03T22:23:00.000-04:00

In a recent post, I noted that I really don't understand religion. In that vien I offer the following post. I am not interested in attacking religious people, but religion itself. I would love it if any of my god-fearing blogmates out there wanted to respond, especially Raph - who has seen for himself what god can do.

"Tell a devout Christian ... that frozen yogurt can make a man invisible," Harris writes, "and he is likely to require as much evidence as anyone else, and to be persuaded only to the extent that you give it. Tell him that the book he keeps by his bed was written by [or about] an invisible deity who will punish him with fire for eternity if he fails to accept its every incredible claim about the universe, and he seems to require no evidence whatsoever." The end of Faith

Again, this is not an angry post. This is a genuine quest for understanding. Think of me as your friendly neighborhood alien, just dropped in from planet Xena, and not quite getting you humans.

help please

2006-08-30T20:07:00.000-04:00

does anyone know if it is possible for me to link files to a blog? and if so, how one goes about doing this?

Lego Venice

2006-08-06T17:23:00.000-04:00

If you can't get to venice like emilio did, you can build it yourself!
http://freshpics.blogspot.com/2006/04/amazing-lego-art-in-legoland.html

new theme - religion bothers me

2006-07-31T22:18:00.001-04:00

"I like your Christ. I do not like your Christians. They are so unlike your Christ."
Mahandas Ghandi

fill in the blank

2006-07-31T22:18:00.000-04:00

My mind is less full than it should be. I need to be emptying it rather than filling it. But it must needs be full(ish) first. Fill my mind with something interesting. Like the above. !

Oh ya

2006-06-19T15:11:00.000-04:00

So! Pictures! Here are some random ones....
A sculpture of merhorses in Dublin, crossing the Leffe.

My favourite of the potato famine sculptures. They were gorgeous.
Mmmmm. Bangers 'n mash. What? Oh! You have a dirty mind.
Our common room at the hostel in Dublin. Pool tables are so wee over there!
In Chinatown, London....
And here's me displaying sushi in London at the Tokyo Diner....Here's one of my man molesting the wench with the cart :) I have more, but I'm bored now! Cheerio.

Shocking.

2006-06-19T15:07:00.000-04:00

You scored as Samantha Jones. You're Samantha! Sexy, sleek and smooth, you never have trouble with men. You're strong personality draws people in until they never want to leave. You're a bold person who is not afraid to put themselves out in the world, and you'll do it anyway you can.

Miranda Hobbes

58%

Samantha Jones

58%

Charlotte York

50%

Carrie Bradshaw

46%

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I'm in DUBLIN!!!

2006-05-23T06:49:00.000-04:00

Yay! We did London, went to the markets, had tea with the queen, went out drinkin' and met a Brit named Moose, had bubble and squeak, went to Piccadilly, and Soho, And Chinatown where we had sushi and soba in the Tokyo Diner, and got on another plane (after missing our first bus because our tube train was held up because of a fire on the tracks! But it was ok) . phew! Off to catch me a leprechaun! (pictures will be posted post trip, I'm just not technologically advanced enough to do it on the road :) )

I'm Almost Gone!!

2006-05-17T13:58:00.000-04:00

Phew. All of my travel bookings have been made. I leave for London on Saturday, get there Sunday morning, stay overnight in Camden, get back to the airport for Monday evening, go to Dublin - where I'm staying in the very touristy Temple Bar area, which I will have to both see and escape-stay there fore two nights, get back to the airport and go to Manchester on Wednesday - intermittently go to the Manchester Phonology Meeting, where I give a talk on Saturday, and have fun, then go back to the airport on Saturday night to catch the overnight bus to Gatwick and come back home, get back to Mtl in the afternoon on Sunday. Phew.
Mini Pub Tour of the UK here we come!
I will post pics when I get back. I don't want to bring my laptop. But maybe I will. Undecided. Any thoughts?
Cheerio!

Two Faced Eval

2006-05-17T13:54:00.000-04:00

In keeping with the rest of us lingtastic folk, I got my yearly evaluation (although I missed my meeting, ooops!). Everything was good, except for one bizzare part. When evaluated for motivation I got both strong and cause for concern. ! ? I am eager to hear wtf I've done to merit that!

Packing Bites My Sweet Fanny

2006-04-26T23:30:00.000-04:00

Hey all,
Moving. Hunh. Look through stuff, throw two thirds of it out, pack the rest, tape up box, label box, wonder how I'm gonna get all the boxes labelled 'store at folk's house' to folks house, freak out, two days to go. The big moving day is Saturday. I think I'm getting a cold. Aaaaaaakkkkk! Calgon! Take me away! That said, I am mighty excited :) Inspirational moving comments welcome!

Update on the craziness that is my life

2006-04-10T14:11:00.000-04:00

1- Had a yummy dinner and a scrumptious time after Naoko's defence. Yay Naoko!
2- Moving in with my super man!
3-Having troubles finding a place! They keep falling through. There's one in the works right now, so cross your fingers for us and I just might invite you to our housewarming party :)
4- Going to Manchester again! Yay!
5- This time I'm bringing my man, and we're gonna go to Ireland!
6-It's easter bunny time! I love being the easter bunny. And Santa, and the tooth fairy, and the great pumpkin, and the monster in the closet.
7-My man went to a psychic last night, and she said that our hearts were welded together :)
8-She also said that he had past lives (warrior and monk), but I'm gonna believe in #7 anyway ;)
9-Monica is defending this Thursday! Yay Monica!
10-There's not really a #10, but I hate to end at 9.

My Boy is Hitler. Don't we make a good couple?

2006-04-06T20:01:00.000-04:00

What Famous Leader Are You?
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Don't tell Dubya.

2006-04-04T09:42:00.000-04:00

What Famous Leader Are You?
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Kiss My Freakin' Ring

2006-04-04T09:39:00.000-04:00

What Classic Movie Are You?
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New Toy!

2006-02-14T15:12:00.000-05:00

I just bought myself a new toy! Yay! It's an ION USB turntable. Now I can digitize all of my vinyl (and tapes) quickly and easily. I'll let you know if it was worth it, or if it will just look interesting on my shelf ;)

My Dresser is for sale

2006-01-16T18:15:00.000-05:00

If you want it, e-mail me - don't post here pretty please. I will not mail it to you ;) If you are getting here from the McGill classifieds, then you can e-mail me from there. If you just happened to come across my blog, and want to come pick it up on the plateau, then, and only then, should you ask me about it here. So there.

(not really my) payback

2006-01-16T10:59:00.000-05:00

My beautiful man and I were watching 'red eye' last night, and at the scene where buddy jumps out at girly (I don't think that's too much of a plot giveaway) said beautiful and eniterly manly man jumped about, oh, 5 feet in the air. Hee!!! He is always starling me and making me scream, and I have never been able to get him back properly, and now, even though it was not me who scared him, I feel I have gotten restitiution.

who knew?

2005-12-23T12:42:00.000-05:00

You scored as Bilabial. You give others lip.

Bilabial

83%

Implosive

58%

Click

42%

Fricative

42%

Low back vowel

33%

Alveolar

33%

Rhotic

25%

High Front Vowel

17%

Nasal

17%

Ejective

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BOWLING!!

2005-11-22T11:32:00.000-05:00

I went bowling with my new ball this weekend. First we had to go get her (and her boyfriend) drilled - which was done by a guy who does not look like your typical bowler, in a bowling shop full of posters of guys who do - and then we went for lunch at a funky lil' pizza place on St. Denis, and then we had a nap. But then!!! Then!!! We went out and played 11 games! I didn't beat my high score, but the first time my new ball rolled down that lane I got a strike!! The bowling gods are with me. MWAH Cletus!!!!!! You are the bestest.

More Birthday!!! Yes, now I'm bragging.

2005-11-08T15:18:00.000-05:00

So after my superfantabulous actual birthday, I was prepared to be content that I had had the best day ever, and just spin off into the void in absolute bliss, but I'm glad I didn't, cause then I would have missed my birthday weekend!
Friday night, dinner in the old port; wine, steak. yum.
Saturday!!!!!: loverly brunch at Bagels etc.. (where the staff know us, ask after our kids, and don't even look at us funny when we tell them that the kids aren't with us this week because we locked them in the basement). Beers at Else's (Where the best waitress in the world loves us (Shelley) and held our umbrella for us for weeks - labelled 'the Boreal couple'). Bowling!!!!! Where my perfect man gave me the most beautiful leopard-print bowling ball (inscription: 30, Beebop, XXXMM)!!!!!! I am so amazed and excited that I can hardly contain myself, and spent a good hour yesterday sitting on the couch with my ball. We still need to go get the holes drilled, and then I'm going to bowl the best game of my life!!! (I did bowl the best game of my life after I was given the ball, a 157 - go me!) Then! The Executive Suite at the Meridian Versailles! You cannot imagine the luxury, and you can't get onto the floor unless you have a room there. It was....I am speechless. Movies will never ever be the same after watching one in the jaccuzi. Ahhhhhh. And don't even ask what else we did there, 'cause I'm not tellin. But I did get the sweetest mixed cd, with the most beautiful sticker art. I lOVE my man. tons and tons....and tons. You should be jealous of me.
Sunday: Brunch, a new place, I forget the name. Tried to get our new bowling balls drilled, but the place wasn't open, so we went to Ikea and wandered about. Dinner with the Ex. and my most amazing little girl. The Ex. treated me to Indian food, and bought me a novel that is going to prevent me from doing work 'cause I'm so excited about it, and no, I won't tell you what it is, because I like to keep up the illusion that I don't read fluff. Then, back to my wonderful man, and watched 'house of wax' in bed - intending to laugh at Paris, but actually getting scared in the process.
Phew. And that is the short version. If I were to write about how much this weekend touched and amazed me it would be eight times as long, and there would be tears and mascara all over my computer.

Happy 30 to me!

2005-11-04T10:17:00.000-05:00

Oh my goodness. Do I ever have the most awesome man in the entire fucking universe or what? It was my b-day on Wed., and yes, I have been called old, and been welcomed to the 30-something club by multiple people, but what I want to tell you about here is how my rockin' day went.
So I wake up to the chirping of my alarm, and Michael-who never has to get up at 6:45-pops out of bed. Then I hear him and my wunderkind 'whispering' in the livingroom, so I wait impatiently half asleep in bed for whatever it is they are concocting.....
All of a sudden, I am showered with 30 balloons, streamers are thrown all over me, and cap guns are being shot off (my poor neighbors..hee hee). Then I am brought a birthday breakfast in bed - strawberries, grapes oranges, mangoes, and an english muffin with 'happy birthday' candles- and mimosas! Then I am led down a heart strewn hallway to my kiddios bedroom, where she gives me an awesome leg tattoo, and then back to bed, where Michael lugs in a large piece of furniture, draped in a coat, and unveils... his projection tv and playstation! He set it up so I could lie in bed and play all day. Then he took my baby to school for me, and came back! 'Cause he took the day off work to be with me :) And we spent the morning in bed, then went out for lunch with my kiddio after school, and then explored a neverending antique shop, and then did more shopping (where my darlin' girl bought me bath goodies, and I bought bathroom hardware .yay!). Then we came back home, planning to go back out to El Iguana for dinner (as Michael had e-mailed the McGill gang and told them to come join us), but I realised that none of them had gotten the e-mail (damn hotmail!) so we stayed in and vegged - which was awesome actually, as I'm still trying to recover from a horrible flu. And then I passed out while not really trying to stay awake for 'Shiaolin Monks vs. The Evil Dead'.
All in all, the best birthday day ever!!!!!

Turning 30 soon! Aaack.

2005-10-27T20:52:00.000-04:00

So of course I did something silly, like giving myself bangs. Nice one me. Now I have to go to the hairdresser's to get them fixed, 'cause they're a little ragged. I was going for a Betty Page look, but I skipped hairdressing school, so it didn't quite work. The only problem is, I was supposed to call my hairdresser (well, my gorgeous kiddio's hairdress actually, but I digress.............) with the number of a cheap mover I know, and I totally forgot. She had been moving stuff on the metro, poor girl. I'm so bad. Now I'm afraid she will scalp me. Oh, what's an ageing lady to do!?

All Hail the Flying Spaghetti Monster

2005-08-05T00:33:00.000-04:00

Well, now that alternatives to the theory of evolution are being added to school curricula in the states, we must all be sure that the truth is given full exposure. (Thanks Spleen for the links!)
Click here and hear hear! to get the full gospel.

My name is Syngirl, and I am a smoker

2005-07-28T22:08:00.000-04:00

Ahhh, cigarette. You taste so good with my beer.
Oh, I know you are blackening my lungs,
but you do it so nicely, my dear.
Oh, cigarette. You give me something to do when I'm walking,
And if someone attacks me,
I can stick you in their eye.
Imagine cigarette! You could save my life.
Mmmmm, cigarette. You help me think.
Imangine how horrible all of my papers would be.
I need you by my side to distract me from other distractions.
Like making lasagna, and dancing to Prince's 'Nicky'.
I love you cigarette.

This guy doesn't want me to smoke you in my car.
Screw him. And his wee PC dog too.

My kid gets bobbed

2005-07-14T00:01:00.000-04:00

Well Phew. I was worried. I took my wee girl to the hairdresser's today to get her gorgeous hair all chopped off. She decided she 'wasn't a long hair person anymore'. So we got this wicked-fun hairdresser (Leah, at Espace Haircraft, on Milton), and the girl went right up and asked for a chin length bob with longer pieces at the front. Both Leah and I were afraid that she would end up looking like a poofball-head (she has very thick hair, for those of you who are not aware). BUT, she looks awesome, and even older than she did before. My kid is the coolest.
Then we came home, had some potato and chickpea curry (my girl has lost meat-eating recently, as well as her hair), and then went to see Spain's contribution to the annual fireworks competition. It was beautiful.
Now, I go to bed.

Summer Eating, Winter Eating

2005-06-08T15:26:00.000-04:00

Ugggh. I feel horribly full. More full than I should be after a sandwich and soup. I think the problem is that I am still in winter eating mode, and my body has switched to summer mode. I cannot eat in the heat. I need to become a fruit-only-eater for the rest of the warm season. When it's cold, I think I need the extra energy to keep myself warm, but now that I'm warm my body is saying 'no! I need no more energy. Eat less syngirl. And sit on your ass or you will overheat' So I will take its advice. I'm afraid if I don't I will just gain lotsa poundage. And that's no kinda good.

Cacterrific

2005-06-05T16:31:00.000-04:00

I just bought a cactus. Well, not just. Yesterday. It's still alive. Cross your fingers for it. I have a black thumb.

you almost never heard from me again!

2005-06-02T21:23:00.000-04:00

This title is appropriate for two reasons. First of all, the obvious one, is that I have been lax in my blogging duties, and depriving you all of the marvelous minutae that are, collectively, my life. But now I am back. I was preparing for a conference, and teaching, and momming, and trying to have some fun on the side, and well, you know.
The second reason is scary. I went to Manchester (England, not the dinky American one) for that conference I just mentioned, and had loads of fun. (nope, not the scary part yet). I must say, phonology conferences are, in my limited experience, quite superior socially to other conferences. Anyway, I ate Indian food on the Indian mile, searched drunkenly for a pool game that was never found, danced 'til closing at a little 80's punkish bar, wen't to a Jazz bar where Glyne (who some of you know) was treated like a king. Those of you who know him should ask me about it. I was full of awe. Then got dragged to a horrible Greek bar, escaped with my sanity to the relative quiet of a hotel bar with some people from Tromso, and went to bed. In there, Glyne and I gave a talk. We rocked the house. But you already knew that ;).
Ok, ok, you want to be scared. I wake up Sunday morning. I pack etc... and check out. It is 10:00. My flight leaves at 12:30. I go to a bank machine to get out cash for a cab to the airport. denied. What? I say. (to myself, I am on a street corner and am not quite so batty yet as to talk to myself). Ok. so I go to another bank machine, and another and another and another ....... Then I start to worry. See, I only have 5 pounds in my pocket. Not nearly enough to get to the airport. So I go back to the hotel. I say what can I do? And they say go to Mark's and Spencer's - they have a money place and you can get money there. But I can't you see, I discover, as I am one of those people with horrible credit and no credit card. So damn. (cue violins) Me. Tears in my eyes, contemplating a night sleeping in an alley in Manchester. Getting mugged (or worse, as I have no cash), falling in with the transients, begging for change, become the battiest street person around. Peeing in alleys (yes, I saw someone do this on my trip. not a person who needed to - a young lady, nice clothes- but I guess she needed to go. You can ask me about this too, if you desire) and generally spiraling into the great unknown. You would all say, hey! Where's syngirl? And no one would know. And when I died I would cross the ocean again, like I wouldn't have been able to do in life, and I would haunt the linguistics department. Wait, no. I would haunt somewhere much more cool. But I digress.
Anyhow, so there's this thing called a train, it goes on tracks, and it goes to the airport for under 3 pounds. (Syngirl is a spaz at travelling, and did not know this) So I get to the train station, get on a train, get to the airport, go to the wrong terminal, laugh histerically - yes, hysteria setting in now - find the USair desk and say I need to check in. They look at me like I'm insane. (I am, it's 12:10). And they tell me I can't. I tell them I can, they better get me on that plane. So they call ahead, and whisk me through the metal detectors, and I get to the plane aroung 2 thirds of the way through boarding.
I then collapse in my seat and wait for my head to explode.
So there you go. You're lucky to have me back.

A beautiful Ad

2005-04-20T21:33:00.000-04:00

You'll never look at a mouse the same way again. Other double entendre ads most welcome.

Which half is it?

2005-04-20T20:52:00.000-04:00

You Are 50% Normal
(Somewhat Normal)

While some of your behavior is quite normal...
Other things you do are downright strange
You've got a little of your freak going on
But you mostly keep your weirdness to yourself

It is supposed to say "you are 50% normal (somewhat normal)" above the picture - which I like, by the way (the picture) - hence the post title. I don't know why it doesn't. but hey, there you go. Oh wait. It actually does say that, but it's really really small. hmmmmmm. mmmmmm. mmmmmm. well.

How Normal Are You?

hee hee. we must all do this.

2005-04-20T20:45:00.000-04:00

http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&u=/nm/odd_gibberish_dc

non-cocktail

2005-04-18T10:03:00.000-04:00

I just drank a drink. It was called 'cranberry cocktail'. Upon reading the ingredients, I noted that it contained water, sugar, cranberry juice, natural flavour and vitamin C. I ask this.... is this a cocktail? Am I wrong to expect more than one kind of juice in a cocktail? Or does a mixture of juice with water and sugar constitute a cocktail? I think not, but hey, those marketing people probably know more than me. In other news, I think I have a urinary tract infection. All cranberry-filled donations welcome. Uggggh.

Repo Man

2005-04-15T11:29:00.000-04:00

Ooooooh. I am so glad I read the notice left in my mailbox for miss Felicity Crew. I believe she lived at my house at some point, and she hass been recieving notices to pick something up at the post office for a while now. I have been ignoring them, as I am not her. Anyway, there was another in my mailbox the other day, and I just left it there. I finally got around to taking it out of my mailbox and took a quick glance at it on my way to the garbage can. And I saw 'the next visit we will bring a locksmith.'. And I thought, 'the fuck you will!'. Turns out miss Felicity owes someone about $700, and they were coming to collect her stuff. Except that wait! I don't owe these people anything, and they sure as hell can't have my stuff! So I called them, and worked things out. No repo man for me. Just imagine if I hadn't read it. Imagine coming home to your stuff gone, and a note saying 'hey! We took your stuff.'. I would have thought...'damn those robbers! But hey, at least they left a note.'.

Groggy from the Grog

2005-04-14T13:34:00.000-04:00

Whew. I have to teach in half an hour, and I'm still kinda hungoverish from last night. Thanks to all of you wonderful peeps who came out celebrating with me! The thing is, is this. Senhor told me something last night that I found incredibly interesting about himself, and I threatened to tease him about it here in blogland. But as of this morning, I have no idea what that thing was. So Senhor, you are lucky. Unless one of our TH-mates was less innebriated than I, and wants to re-enlighten this poor drunkard? I'll owe you, whoever you may be, although I'm not optimistic that anyone there was less drunk than me, I am optimistic that someone has a better memory. Now, where is my whiteboard marker? Oh, there you are.

I am pool queen

2005-04-12T15:04:00.001-04:00

Last night, my boy and I were out playing pool. We were doing quite well, and started betting on the games (no I will not tell you what we were betting for ;) ). My boy won both games that we bet on, but while were finishing the last of our beers he said'if you can get that ball in, you win', referring to the leftover ball of mine on the table (see above). He obviously did not realize that I am the pool queen, and thought there was no way I would get it. But I did! Top corner pocket baby! I love winning.

2005-04-12T15:04:00.000-04:00

last night's leftover ball

Nerves?

2005-04-12T10:09:00.000-04:00

Why am I nervvy? I am defending my Eval. #2 in an hour. I am completely unprepared. I have been working on this paper for a year or so, and therefore you would think that I don't need to prepare. But this last term has been so crazy that I have not really thought about it much, and have forgotten most of the papers I read during my research phase. crap. well, wish me luck 'n shit.
Oh, but in other good news, I'm going to Manchester next month, for the Manchester Phonology Meeting. Over the pond and far away.....yay!

The Updatedness

2005-03-29T11:01:00.000-05:00

Well, it's been a while since I wrote here...so here's a list of what I've done...
(1) went to science fair - hundreds of kids yelling about projects, volcanoes exploding, lights flashing, glitter everywhere. One kid did snot. I did not read it.
(2) had the stomach flu. Bleckh. That's all I have to say.
(3) hung out with my sweet boy's kiddios all weekend. did easter egg hunt, drew monsters, got a soaker in the park, watched spongebob squarepants - which, for those of you out there who don't know me, and probably for some that do- means I actually really like these kids.
(4) watched I heart huckabees, and troy. Huckabees rocks, Troy was good too - evidenced by the fact that I actually made it through the 3 hour long thang.
(5) finished my second evaluation paper. Date of defence? Friday. Yes. April fool's day. Wish me luck.

copy that

2005-03-20T21:37:00.000-05:00

I copy senhor. 10 things I have done that you (most probably) have not....

1. Had two people pull a child out from within me with a suction cup.
2. Carried my pitbull around with me in a toque when I went shopping.
3. Won a three foot high black cat in a colouring contest.
4. Been followed for blocks in London by a man apologising for calling me
american.
5. Had a mohawk so tall I couldn't reach the tip of it.
6. Went to work with a hole in the crotch of my pants, while wearing no
underwear, at a day camp (it was accidental).
7. Almost got abandoned overnight on a small island while on acid.
8. Talked to the police, at my door, while wearing very large boots, and a
cheerleading shirt, and pigtails, while on acid, and couldn't remember my
name.
9. Had a band in which I performed a screaming thrash punk version of
'luca'
10. Eaten meal worm hummus.

Dispersion

2005-03-20T20:56:00.000-05:00

My kid is the best. We just sang a song. It went like this....'science fair, science fair, science fair, science fair.........'. She has science fair tomorrow. She thinks it is very cool. Hee Hee. She is doing it on dispersion (getting all of those pesky colours to come out of white light, with prisms). She even has a little piece showing why the light has to hit the prism at an angle, using a car and some grass as an analogy. What a little rock 'n roll scholar.

My New Bed

2005-03-20T20:48:00.000-05:00

Oh my goodness. Note to self. Do not try to build large heavy furniture by yourself.
Here's what happened....My mommy and Daddy sent me some moolah to buy a bed. Yay! A bed! I lost my bed in the division of goods when I moved, and have been sleeping on a matress on the floor, so I was very excited, and went out and spent the whole wad on a nice bed. It was very heavy, and big - me and the boy had to break out the roof racks, and I had to move my seat up so far that I was scrunched uncomfortably against the dashboard - but we made it and got the durn thing up the stairs to my pad.
Then we didn't put it together, 'cause we were feeling lazy and tired.
And then, a couple of days later, I decided I would do it myself.
Well. I got all the pieces together, and then tried to lift the first side into the brackets on the headboard and the footboard. The headboard, which weighs about a ton, fell over on the side piece......and snapped it in half.
Sniff....cry.
So I left it there for a few more days, and then said, fuck it, I'll call the store, and see if they'll give me a new one, even though this is all my damn fault. And They Did!!!! They are ordering me new parts! Holy Cow. Go buy stuff at Fly. The people are really nice, and if you're a klutz, they will love you anyway. Yay! Well, back to the floor for me until the new parts come in......

Tabhair dom an rud céanna mar atá ag an fhear ar an urlar!

2005-03-17T16:43:00.000-05:00

In keeping with the hard to decipher post titles, I give you the above. In the spirit of Bubbles, this title is a contest. Tell me the language, and give me a translation, and I will give you a prize!
Happy, St. Patty's day! I need curry fries and beer. I am going to an Irish pub, with my Irish (heratige-wise, therefore sans accent) boy. I have some Irish in me - I am a British Isles mutt, but for today I will be all Irish.
Except, hey, St. Patty was a meanie. What's he got against snakes anyway? And yes, I know that it's not really snakes, but I stand behind my statement anyway.

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2005-03-10T08:44:00.000-05:00

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Public Service Announcement

2005-03-08T10:30:00.000-05:00

Go to Adbusters, buy one of these. Oh what fun you could have!
Time to fight back. For TV-Turnoff 2005 -- April 25 to May 1 -- we've teamed up with the good folks at TV-B-Gone, makers of a pint-size remote control that shuts off any television, anywhere. You're in an airport, classroom, bank or bar and want to silence the idiot box? No problemo.
Now I just have to tackle the insurmountable task of physically separating my boy from the TV for a week. Can she do it? Well, most likely not.

Speaking of Meat...

2005-03-06T21:42:00.000-05:00

My boy is coming over soon. (dirty minds may interject here). He is bringing me sausage. (and again). I have a huge love on for spicy sausage lately. Yummmm. I can't wait.

In other news, my students at UQAM are on strike. I didn't even know this was possible. But apparenty, there are things in this world that I am not aware of. who knew? Oh! There's another one. I really have to get up on the things I don't know. So there you have it students. Go! Strike! Fight the man! I'm all for them. Bursary cuts and increasing fees are worthy foes. So perhaps I will teach on thursday, perhaps not. I love this up in the air kind of life.

Ewww! I just ate a bunny.

2005-03-04T13:35:00.000-05:00

So, my folks just drove up for lunch, and to bring my sweet girl back from march break madness with the grandfolks, and we went to this little Portuguese restaurant across the street from my house, which my landlords own (Chez Dorval) and my mom and I split a rabbit. I've never had rabbit before. I couldn't eat much. I feel sick. Poor bunny.

He's Combing His Hair! Drink!

2005-03-04T11:35:00.000-05:00

Well. Guitar Wolf certainly rocks. Rock 'n Roll Mothafucka! We watched the Guitar Wolf zombie movie 'Wild Zero' before the show, and despite being awesome in and of itself (zombies, punk rockers, arms dealers, and a lovely transvestite lover for the leading man) it also has a drinking game! Explosions, "rock 'n roll", hair combing.....all amazing reasons to drink, and boy, do these this happen all of the time in this classic movie. I was tipsy when we left. Then we got there. Oh, wait a sec, we said, they're not here. Oh, the venue has changed! So up the street some more we went to see our zombie killin' heros. Johnny Carcinogen and I spent a good amount of time in the pit, where he protected me gallantly from the masses (ok, not masses, it was a small place). TG pulled a go-go dancer atop a chair, and C-Bizz got her groove on in the fringe of the crowd. Altogether an awesome time. A must see band for all you rockers out there.

Kotaro is Syrian

2005-03-03T11:42:00.000-05:00

I came across this bit of trivia today. Any thoughts TG?

Every hamster in the U.S. today comes from a single litter captured in Syria in 1930.

2005-03-02T10:09:00.000-05:00

Here is the Japanese sensation, Guitar Wolf. You want to be them.

Japanese Punk Rock...Rock 'n Roll!!!!!!

2005-03-02T09:58:00.000-05:00

So tonight I get my introduction to Japanese Punk Rock. Guitar Wolf is in the city, rockin' out in a Japanese way. I'm going with c-bizz (who used to listen to them and laugh with an ex.), TG ("I downloaded some of their songs, and listend to them in English. I couldn't understand what they were saying. So I listened to them in Japanese. I still couldn't understand what they are saying"), and my boy Johnny Carcinogen, who was the inspiring force in this outing of outings. We will watch the Guitar Wolf movie 'Wild Zero' before we go, and TG can tell us if the subtitiles are representing actually what the boys are saying. It promises to be a super duper evening. I will let you know how it went. And you will wish that you had been there.

Don't get me this movie for Christmas

2005-02-28T09:28:00.000-05:00

So I had a wonderfully relaxing weekend. Slept as much as I wanted, watched some movies. Kicked some ass at Mortal Combat and pool (although not nearly so much ass as it would take for my wonderful boy to not want to play with me anymore - there was some definite ass kicking on his part too, most notably Friday night). I watched two movies - Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, with Jim Carrey - who I generally hate with a hate one can only have for Jim Carrey - which was absolutely gorgeously wonderful. And Napolean Dynamite, with nobody in it, which was so horrible it is actually a lie that I watched two movies, as I left the room to read a fluffy fantasy novel halfway through. My boy stayed and watched it - it was reccommended by his brother who actually gave this movie to his girlfriend for christmas. Note to Mikey: don't get me this movie for Christmas. Back to Jim Carrey, I see the tides turning. This is the second good Jim Carrey movie I have seen lately, the other being Lemony Snickett's... which was orgasmically good as well. Hmmm. What a bizzare world.
And, completely off the movie topic, what is up with people who can't parallel park? We drove around for twenty minutes this morning looking for parking, and there were oh so many of you out there who parked at least three feet away from the cars on either side of you, so that there were multiple mini-parking spaces that only a scooter could fit into. Come on people, bunch up, the car next to you does not have cooties.

you said it NoFX

2005-02-25T15:11:00.000-05:00

Can't you see how easy it becomes?
procrastinate, we're professionals
get things done, you can't, too busy
having fun we're professionals
professional crastination it's a way
of life if you've fot lots of time
put if off cause tomorrow sounds
much better than today
always late, not sometimes, occasionally
consistently, we're professionals
professional crastination we're living
in a procrasti-nation
why can't we ever be on time?
professional crastination it's a way
of life if you've got lots of time
professional crastination we're living
in a procrasti-nation
professional crastination

2005-02-25T14:50:00.000-05:00

For completness of animal-family sake. Here is my other cat Lusta. She doesn't like you either.

Thoughts on Flirting

2005-02-25T14:40:00.000-05:00

So, I was at the office today, and my friend Alan and I were talking about flirts. Flirts are defined by Alan as those people who will flirt with everyone in a group, who will touch your arm and cozy up to you, even though they don't want you. Flirts are not those people who give you a smoldering look from across the room - they actually want you. I condended that the former were teases, not flirts, but there you go. The male conclusion in this conversation was that flirts are those people who don't actually like sex, but want you to think they do. Lesson: Don't date a flirt, 'cause you won't be gettin' any.

2005-02-25T09:59:00.000-05:00

The Pizza Guy poster. You can discover more fun and interesting Pizza guy data at our web site, although the trailer link doesn't quite function as of yet, and you have to talk to me before I'll tell you where it is. Yes, that's my real name under there. I cannot let you see it. That sort of knowledge could be detrimental in the wrong hands. I could lose all of my powers. The world would be doomed.

I want to see my name in lights

2005-02-25T09:40:00.000-05:00

For those of you who don't know, a few years back I was involved in the making of a move called 'the pizza guy'. Well. Production has taken many years, and I estimate around 6 inches of hair growth on my part, but it is finally going to see the light of day. It will be part of a short film festival in Kingston, ON in the last week of March. If you are in Kingston, you will go see it.

2005-02-24T22:21:00.000-05:00

Sweet Sweetness

ET phone home

2005-02-24T22:13:00.000-05:00

Hello Cruel World. I just watched ET. Ever notice how absolutely horrible the 80's were, fashion-wise? No of course you didn't. You're oblivious to the world around you.
In other news, my cat, Cruella, just got fixed. Hopefully the incessant meuling of kitty heat will never plague my home again. She's otherwise a very cute cat. See above. Oh, it looks like she doesn't like you.

Smokes and Procrastination -2

2005-02-24T17:03:00.001-05:00

Oh yeah. And I'm chain smoking. Fuck it. We're all gonna die.

Smokes and Procrastination

2005-02-24T17:03:00.000-05:00

Well. I've succumbed to the mania. I have a blog. I'm really procrastinating from writing a paper. Must.....write.....now. May you know pain like I know pain.