K'vitsh

It's a new day

2006-09-17T11:02:00.000-06:00

I finally have a domain: Kvitsh.com.

I've transfered all my entried from here over there, so you won't need to visit here anymore.

Now, I just have to figure out how to fix my sidebar...

Drab Saturday

2006-09-16T12:42:00.000-06:00

I'm debating moving my blog here. Unless anyone can help me make it look like and have all the features of Wordpress Kubrick.

I have a CJSR meeting to attend this afternoon. I just wanna go back to bed.

Oh, dear god...

2006-09-16T01:25:00.000-06:00

Just got back from The Black Dahlia.

Do not pay to see this. Do not even get paid to see it. It was pure, unmitigated crap.

The writing was poor. They tried to replicate a film noir, but were utterly unable. The dialogue was unmemorable at best, laughable and forced at worst.

The plot was lame, convoluted, and barely had anything to do w/ the case. It revolved around a couple of detectives and the wench they both loved and the Dahlia case was barely, barely! a part of the movie. I don't freaking care about a couple of cops if I'm going to a Dahlia movie. However, if their story is at least slightly interesting, maybe I won't be hostile about it. It wasn't. The story about her murder is salacious, weird, and mysterious. Why would anyone feel they had to write a backstory that has nothing to do w/ her to fill two hours? My god, it was full of lies anyway, why not make them neato lies about her story?

The acting was god awful. It was chock-full of good actors, but they were all terrible. It was like a poncy college play where everyone was play acting what they thought people in the 40s were like. The whole thing rang false.

Even the camera work was at times ridiculous. Unsubtle close-ups. One scene had the point of view change from omniscient (as it had been all through the film), to what Josh Hartnett's character would see, complete w/ the other actors looking straight into the camera. It was jarring and stupid.

There were several typewriters, but it didn't help. Hartnett was okay, mostly. Mia Kirshner, who played Elizabeth Short, was great. She's also Canadian. So there.

I leave you w/ this little factoid: Woody Guthrie was a suspect.

So. Freaking. Close...

2006-09-14T20:48:00.000-06:00

I'm almost there.

Except.

I want it to look more like Afton's and the Femi-Nazi's. It's a touch cleaner. I like how their admin bits are at the bottom of each post, not at the top.

I want the header to be round. I want the sidebar to be grey and like theirs (except for the "<"s). I want the comments to be different colours.

I like how at the bottom of the page there's a "previous entries" thing that takes you back a few entries.

Help.

What? Shh! I'm trying to blog. I'll kill everyone later.

2006-09-14T06:53:00.000-06:00

Happy Hearing Voices Day!

2006-09-13T18:08:00.000-06:00

I'll be listening to the news for a large part of today, I expect. Already listened for several hours today while I filed.

I was pleased that the only person dead was the gunman, but it seems a woman has now died, as well.

People suck.

In the car ride to the train, me, the driver and Comet Girl were discussing it. Driver mentioned the shooting in 1989 (though she thought it happened in the 70s). CG said, "The one where the guy was shooting at people from a tower?" She had no idea what we were referring to. She thought we were talking about a school shooting that happened in the States in the 60s.

Christ.

Why would he blow your sunshine up my ass? - Circus Mel, expressing things as only she can

2006-09-12T20:53:00.000-06:00

Today's extra show.

My pre-show ritual of getting some Edo shrimp has now resulted in me being a regular. The girl knows what I want as soon as she sees me. It's such a comforting thing, being a regular.

I was doing okay today, but crashed at about 1.30/2 p.m. I was standing at the machine, scanning, when it just washed over me like a wave - exhaustion, the pointlessness of the work I do. It's like my body's rebelling against me - my neck and back started hurting again.

Bah. I'm sick of complaining about it. Starting tomorrow after work, I'm hitting the classifieds like Dean Martin hit the cocktail bar.

I thought I had other stuff to write about, but I can't remember.

Whoopee!

2006-09-12T06:50:00.000-06:00

An extra day of K'vitsh radio!

I'll be subbing for someone tonight on CJSR. So tune in at 6 p.m. MST and check it out!

Old people are annoying

2006-09-11T23:15:00.000-06:00

God, why won't that old person shut up?!?
I know, Jack. Try not to let it bother you.

And there were buckets of them at Some Like It Hot. But anyway.

It was fun. The delicious sly references to homosexuality, the jokes that are still fresh, the wiggling and giggling of Monroe.

My favorite part of the movie was Jack Lemmon, though. Very funny.

And then Circus Mel and I walked home in the rain.

Not your average sappy 9/11 post

2006-09-11T12:14:00.000-06:00

I was having a bit of a struggle last night, wondering what, if anything to post today, the fifth anniversary of the 9/11 attacks.

To be honest, though I was appalled and disturbed in principle, it didn't really affect me. I didn't lose anyone, I was safe in Canada. Should I write honestly about what I felt and experienced that day, even if it's not terribly touching or correct? Should I ignore it altogether? Ultimately, I decided to post anyway.

I was in bed when the first plane hit. My clock alarm, set to the local talk news station, came on and announced the first hit. I was still waking up when they announced the second plane hitting. Being half asleep, I thought, "Another plane hit? What a coincidence!". Then they said something about the Pentagon being hit, or maybe the Washington Monument (it was early and reports weren't totally accurate). I decided to get up.

I turned on CNN. I was living in Calgary at the time, in my second year of Journalism school. I skipped school and watched hours of t.v.

I phoned everyone I knew, adrenaline pumping.

I begged out of my evening shift at the theatre I worked at, and went around town interviewing people. At the Calgary airport, there were locals hanging around offering accomadations to anyone stranded. At the blood donor place I visited, there were lots of people donating.

Ultimately, it was kind of a fun day.

How horrible. Except, I'm not the only one who had thoughts like that. I've read of reporters who said what a good day it was for them. If you weren't nearby, in danger, or if no one you knew was in danger, it was terribly interesting.

Last week I read about how many victims remains have never been found. It reminded me of a Salon article from a few years ago. The editors asked people to send in their inappropriate 9/11 thoughts and memories. It was funny and horrific. Among the letters was from someone who worked in one of the towers, but was out for coffee or something when the planes hit. They hated their life, so took the opportunity. Their family thinks they're dead, while they've started a new life.

How many of us dream of that chance?* How many people are presumed dead from that day, but are actually living somewhere else, happier?

It's a good idea for a story.

*If I go missing in the next year, don't take this as evidence I've run off. I've been kidnapped. Probably by Scientologists. Find me!

I'm a good girl

2006-09-10T23:15:00.000-06:00

Today I did the following:

- uber-long walk
- laundry
- made lunches for the week
- tweaked my show blog
- went through some email
- put appointments on my zen wall calendar and Google calendar
- did dishes
- got stuff ready for breakfast tomorrow
- listened to Little Steven's Underground Garage

Now I'm going to read a trashy mag whilst I bathe and listen to old-timey radio. I'm up too late, but it's been a good day.

2006-09-10T17:12:00.000-06:00

I have a headache. Could be 'cause I only had a bowl of ice cream to eat today. But I'm not a doctor.

I've been getting a nutty amount of spam from the emails of various CJSR dj's addresses, including my own. It's pissing me off.

Mel's given me three thorough neck/back rubs this weekend. My neck's much better, but still sore. This kink is tenatious.

Mel and I watched The Magdalene Sisters last night. Combined w/ the documentary that inspired it (which is in the extras portion), it made for quite a depressing night.

Out of wedlock mothers, victims of rape, and even those considered too pretty ('cause they will eventually tempt a man to sin, don't you see?) were shipped off to homes run by nuns where they were made to clean laundry, a symbolic work detail, as they were there to wash their own sins away. Oh, and get beaten, raped by priests, and humiliated by nuns. Sometimes women got out, sometimes they stayed 'till they died.

Watching the documentary, Sex in a Cold Climate, afterwards was almost more wrenching. They interviewed four women who'd escaped relatively young. The pain they expressed was wrenching to watch. Especially heartwrending was the life-long effects they suffered. One never married (which is fine in itself, of course, but the fact it was such a reaction to her treatment is awful), and two of them were repulsed by sex ever after. One, simply because she'd spent so many years being told it was evil, the other, because she'd been repeatedly raped by a priest. The last home in Ireland closed in 1996.

It happened in Ireland, in England, in the States, and there are currently Magdalene Homes in Asia and Africa.

I want to rant, but what's the point? Relgion sucks, patriarchy sucks. I'm so grateful to have been born to the family, in the country, and in the time I was. So grateful.

There was a really nice portable typewriter in a couple of scenes, though.

Went for a two hour, 15 minute walk w/ Mel today. It was a lovely and I was in such a good mood. Then - partly because Mel was k'vetching about her job, but mostly I don't know why - I got really grouchy and panicky. Anyway, it passed. Thank goodness. Then, I helped her prepare a dinner she's having w/ some friends.

Tomorrow we're going to the first movie in the Marilyn Monroe film festival from the Edmonton Film Society, Some Like It Hot. I hope to go to all of them.

Good enough

2006-09-09T17:08:00.000-06:00

I like this layout. Mostly - the page tabs at the top, the clean look, and the ability to put my own pics in the header.

Mel worked my neck well last night, but I need at least one more good rub. She'll hopefully do it tonight before/after we watch Phantom of the Paradise.

As I play on the computer, I'm singing along to some cds I brought home from the library today (right now? John Denver's Greatest Hits. Do you know they never found his head?). Because of my sore neck, I'm finding it hard to hit my lower range. Annoying.

Last night we watched The Royal Tenenbaums. God, we loved it. It's the second Wes Anderson film
that features a young kid who writes plays on a typewriter. I assume that's how he got started. Anyway, it's lovely and makes me want to bang on my typewriter this weekend.

For Devon

2006-09-09T11:31:00.000-06:00

Finally, a vessel good enough for the Kiss Army.

The Shaznat

2006-09-08T20:59:00.000-06:00

For the first time in a long time, I wasn't in a bad mood before the show. Yay.

Though, my neck still. fucking. hurts.

Now for movies and pizza with Mel. Hopefully she'll be able to rub out the kink.

Decent blogging

2006-09-06T18:49:00.000-06:00

One of the recent things that led someone here.

Fascinating. I wonder what was up w/ that - if someone was interested in really good, decent, no-messing-about-w/-filler porn, or if it was a really religious person who nonetheless needed to get their rocks off.

The mind boggles.

I'm a plaid child

2006-09-06T17:51:00.000-06:00

(this is an old entry I never got around to posting.)

Along w/ the SCTV dvds, I rented Dirty Love. I was depressed and wanted something stupid, and boy, did it pay off in spades.

I've always been a little fascinated by Jenny McCarthy. She's hot, but seems witty and is always willing to make an ass out of herself. I also thought for some reason that she was Canadian. I was wrong.

Anyway, I rented this 'cause I'd read an intriguing review of the commentary on The Onion's Commentary Tracks of the Damned.

I disagree w/ the writer of the review. I think McCarthy was in friggin' love w/ her dialogue (she was the script writer). She spent way too much time actually repeating it, over the actors. Christ, annoying on a stick.

Something more disturbing than the film itself was how McCarthy and ex-husband John Asher (the director) dissed her appearance throughout the whole thing. Her bad skin, her stomach sticking out in one scene (because she was standing w/ it sticking out on purpose!), her "man hands". It was irritating at best, horrid for a viewers self-esteem at worst. I found myself thinking, god, if she thinks she's that horrible, I must be heinous.

Not leaving well enough alone, I Googled McCarthy the next day. Imagine my surprise to find that she subscribes to the New Age Indigo Children philosophy. She writes of her and Asher's son being a Crystal child. She has a website for other wanky new-age moms. Check out the forum. I would never have thought she'd be into that.

But then, I thought she was Canadian.

Who likes nude hula-hooping? - Penn Jillette

2006-09-06T17:31:00.000-06:00

That has nothing to do w/ this entry, but it has a beauty all it's own, I believe.

I left my flat this morning and saw a hand-written note on the main door reading something about someone finding a camera. I looked in my bag, and what ho! - no camera.

I knocked, but as it was 7 a.m., didn't receive an answer. I left a bright pink sticky note under his door reading, "Does it have 'K'vitsh' scratched in the side? Then it's mine. I'll be home sometime between 4.30 and 5 p.m."

A cute uni-looking boy just returned it. He said he found it in the planter outside the front door. I presume it fell out of my cool army bag and someone put it there, as I don't remember putting my bag down there yesterday, though I sometimes do whilst I'm fishing something out (of the bag).

I'll blog more later.

Being and becoming every day

2006-09-05T21:10:00.000-06:00

One more quote from the Hitler's nephew's grandson story(which I highly recommend you read:

The astonishing trajectories of these personalities, and people very much like them, demonstrate for Brown the powerful message that "nothing is immutable. The meaning of my story, of my counterparts' stories, is that things can be changed: You can change your behavior, your location, your faith. Being and becoming is what we are doing every day."

I, I, I

2006-09-05T20:38:00.000-06:00

The positive side of me is getting stronger, the rational thoughts getting louder. But the urge to slash, to be petulant, to not be good and suck it up are still there - the negative side doesn't want to sleep yet.

Sometimes I wish I had a more private blog so I could be uninhibited in my venom. But, that's ultimately not a good idea. I've toyed w/ the idea before. Even if no one ever sees it, what good would it do me? None at all.

I know I'm loved.

I got lots of compliments on my Edinburgh pics today.

I got some lovely emails.

I have ice cream.

I'm alive.

Weak on content, strong on links

2006-09-05T19:03:00.000-06:00

It's official: I hate Germaine Greer. Not even two days after Steve Irwin died, she's written a scathing editorial about how his death was the animal world wreaking its revenge.

Greer, zealots like you are why anyone w/ a sense of reason hates PETA and, well, you.

Has anyone taken her seriously since the late 70s?

I remember reading one of her books when I was a teen. I was all excited to be reading a book by a famous feminist. Oh, the things I'd learn.

The only thing I remember is an anecdote she related where she was traveling in some foreign country. She was in a car w/ a man, maybe her guide or something, and he put his hand on her leg. The only thing she could manage to do was cry. I remember thinking, um, that's it? You're a grown woman and all you can do is whimper? I was never able to muster much respect for her after that, her subsequent appearance on Celebrity Big Brother REALLY not helping.

I also hate the world where, on the one hand, a leader suggesting that the inhabitants of his country learn the dominant language and treat their women well gets in trouble, but a Hasidic Jew praying quietly to himself has to lave an airplane because he's freaking out some of the other passengers (apparently).

Oh, that reminds me - here's an interesting article from Aish.com about Hitler's nephew's grandson:

Brown makes short shrift of my "Penance Movement" hypothesis -- that children of Nazis convert to Judaism as atonement -- maintaining that he converted for theological reasons, not out of penance for his parents' sins. "Maybe there are unconscious psychological reasons that drove me to Judaism," he allows, "but since I am a critical thinker and very cerebral, on a conscious level at least, I believe that I came to Judaism from a place of pure intellect." He does, however, concede this: "I believe that whoever is willing to take this step [conversion] must have a very deep identity crisis preceding the conversion itself. He's not able to return to the identity that he was born into. I understood that I was not happy in the place where I was born, and I made a decision to go to another place.

Dhana and Steve's wedding

2006-09-04T21:24:00.000-06:00

Dhana and Steve's wedding
Originally uploaded by K'vitsh.

I'm so tired of being disappointed

2006-09-04T17:49:00.000-06:00

But it must be what I deserve. stupid, fat, ugly, useless cunt. I remember once hearing a family friend talking about how she met her new husband. She was a single mom, poor, depressed, etc. She'd prayed to god that if he didn't send her someone to love she'd kill herself. That week she met her husband. God must only answer the prayers of pretty girls.

Anyway, here are the photos from my trip to Edinburgh.

I finally found a pillow. Maybe my neck will stop hurting.

Ow

2006-09-03T20:16:00.000-06:00

My neck has hurt for the past three days. I think I slept on it wrong and the sore muscle doesn't seem to be relaxing. I think I'm going to buy one of those memory firm weird pillows at Zellers tomorrow.

I complain too much. I'm aware of this, yet I'm so unhappy the only alternative is to fake it, and I don't wanna.

Mel and I ~~are going to Little Miss Sunshine now~~ went. It was wonderful. Really weird and funny. Did wonders for cheering me up.

I didn't get the job I was hoping for. Discouraging.

America - fuck, ya!

2006-09-01T21:36:00.000-06:00

I was already in a foul mood for a variety of reasons as I stood in line at the grocery store this evening.

The man in line ahead of me nudged me and show me the headline in the Journal about Iran defying the UN's ultimatum regarding nuclear power.

Me: What?
Him: It's good to see somebody finally standing up to the U.S.
Me: Um, well, that's not exaclty the kind of action I wanna see as someone's stance.
Him: Why? India, Pakistan have nuclear weapons - why not Iran?
Me: Because the president talks about anihilating Israel?
Him: Pushah! Have you ever been there?
Me: No, but I read the news. He's insane. He tortures people.
Him: Well, I have (been there). That's the trouble w/ the Western world - you're brainwashed.
Me: Oh, what, he's a benevolent leader, then?
Him: The people voted him in.
Me: The voted in Hitler, too.*
Him and Me desend into rolled eyes and further pushahs.

It was very civil, but jesus. This is CANADA, not Iran. I ~~hate America as much as the next guy (kidding!)~~ have some problems w/ their foreign policies, but does he think I'm going to say, "Yeah! I love Ahmadinejad! I hope he blows up the whole world! That'll teach those damned Americans!"

*Okay, perhaps not. But I'm too tired to do a bunch of research.

Take off, eh?

2006-09-01T06:13:00.000-06:00

So I'm almost through my SCTV dvds. There's a skip in disc three, so I can't watch the John Candy tribute, which bites.

Something interesting I'm finding is that I'm really attracted to Rick Moranis and Dave Thomas.

It's been a bad week for sleep. I've been up late every night - my own fault. At least I have three days to sleep.

Dhana's wedding is tomorrow, too. Yay!

Help

2006-08-30T22:50:00.000-06:00

Still some tweaking to be done.

I want my Flickr badge to be right beside my blog title, but can't figure out how to get it there w/out messing up everything.

I sorta fixed the comments thing. But I want it to read "So and So on blah" instead of "So and so <$blogitemtitle$>. The link works, just doesn't read what I'd like it to. I want it to look like it does on Discardian.

Here's the code as it stands now:

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I'm in love

2006-08-28T23:57:00.000-06:00

Finally, my dreams have come true. A ready made blog template that has all the nifty things I've always wanted (new comments! Oh my god, finally!) and is tweakable.

Like I said, comments. I'm so happy about this. I know when there's new comments because I get an email, but, unless someone has me on their RSS feed, they generally don't know unless they keep checking the specific entry they care to follow. Now - new comments are in the sidebar. Hallelujah!

Also, this looks much neater. I love the collapsable sidebar categories. It looks less cluttered, yet I can still keep the Blogrolling feature. I also like that you can click on the title of each entry to get it's permalink/url. Cool.

I still have a lot of tweaking to do in order to make it look cool, but gosh, I'm pleased.

Whew

2006-08-28T22:37:00.000-06:00

Just finished cleaning my flat. Such a good feeling.

I feel better. I have good friends and a wonderful sister.

Thank you.

Still haven't heard about the job. Grrr.

I'm not going to let the fact that two men came up bother me

2006-08-28T20:59:00.000-06:00

This was fun. And disturbing. Should I be more insulted by Kurt Cobain or Jared Leto? Or the Olsen demon?

Lachele had one; I thought I'd try it w/ different pics to see how different the results turned out to be.

Anyway, I'd love to see your results. You can email it if you wanna be private.

Drops of joy aren't enough

2006-08-25T20:35:00.000-06:00

I'm so tired of being angry all the time.

I'm so tired of being lonely, craving what I don't think I'll ever get. Seeing others who are as deserving as me, if not less so, get it. What's wrong with me?

Anyway, who cares.

Here's the latest big shoe for those who missed it (thanks, Dylan!).

I've rented a whole schwack of SCTV dvds. That's another problem w/ being lonely - it leads me to spend money.

I'll leave you w/ a quote from an SCTV alumnus, Dave Thomas:

I hate reality t.v. because it allows network television to circumnavigate writing. Writing is good.

It's so much easier to capture choice quotes when you have a Moleskine

2006-08-24T17:21:00.000-06:00

For instance, on the train today a construction worker said, "Temping is a trap."

True 'dat.

I'd made the choice not to clean my flat 'till the weekend. Even though I want to follow Devon's suggestion of getting it clean Thursday nights so I have my weekends free, I am tired and don't wanna. I just want to upload Scotland photos and clean out my gmail. There was a note from my landlord waiting for me when I got home, however. He's coming in to the flat to check the fire and heat alarms. I'm thinking I should probably clean. Drat!

I've been listening to the Christian rock station a bit lately. There's some good stuff out there, actually. I really like the new Jars of Clay song, Dead Man Carry Me.

I've also been thinking of some of the cool songs I have on cassette, but am too lazy to dig them out. That's one of the reasons I'd love an Ipod. Easy. All in one small, easy to smash place. Of course, if I ever got one of those, I'd need a new computer. One capable of downloading songs without blowing up.

No word on the job yet. I'm starting to feel pessimistic. I shouldn't. Bad K'vitsh.

Meh

2006-08-24T07:05:00.000-06:00

I think I may be depressed.

You know how sometimes you think you're fine, but then you realize how you almost cry when you have to get up in the morning, and how once you get home from work all you do it sit on the internet (and also play Free Cell)?*

It sneaks up on you, sometimes, is what I'm saying.

* I have also been going on walks w/ Circus Mel, so I guess it's not that dire.

"I hope their avacados are fucking decent today." - Circus Mel

2006-08-23T21:04:00.000-06:00

We Hutchinson's take our shopping seriously, yo.

Before I forget, via Discardian, Made-Up Holidays. I'm going to celebrate some of those, for sure. Especially Letter-Writing Day. Maybe I'll amend it to Type A Letter Day. What holidays would you invent?

Still haven't heard about the job. It's starting to kill me. Just a little.

I got on Adler On Line again today. I'm thinking of making this a hobby.

"What do you do for fun, Heather?"

"I make cranky calls to right-wingish radio."

"Oh. I'm going to go over there now."

I wasn't as inflamed as when I called to bash Mother Teresa, but it was still neat. Some reporter wrote a column about his Israeli neighbor here in Canada and how his neighbor is constantly abusing him via anti-semetic epithets. The man and his family are moving because there's nothing they can do. I asked, well, can't the guy press harassment charges? I guess the mean guy makes sure he only says it to the guy, so it's his word against the other guys'. (I just read that paragraph over. My, isn't it uclear and poorly written. But I'm not changing it. Why? To quote Ms. Federline, can you handle my truth? Also? I'm lazy.)

I can't believe it's so easy to get through. If I had my own office, I'd call every week.

Gosh, what else is new? I have a wedding to go to in a week and a bit.

My flat is dirty, but I don't wanna clean it.

I have at least 200 more Edinburgh pictures to upload, tweak, and put on Flickr.

The 2006 Fundrive is coming up next month. Get your pocketbooks ready. I have fun stuff planned.

One of my old friends (whom I don't speak to anymore) is getting divorced.

It's only 9.30 p.m., but it feels much later 'cause it's getting dark sooner.

My hair's growing. Still nice and short and pixie-like, though. Lord, this is boring even me.

I'll write more later. I'll try to make it meaty.

Snurf

2006-08-22T19:42:00.000-06:00

I'm very tired. Had a headache today, too. But, Mel and I went for a walk and I feel much better.

Still slogging my way through the legion of Edinburgh pics. Some are already on Flickr, not that anyone but Alan's commented!!!

I had a job interview on Monday that I feel very good about. Here's hoping.

How are you? What have you been up to?

Gigglex4

2006-08-19T16:25:00.000-06:00

I've never seen anything that creeped me out and makes my womb tingle at the same time.

Gah!

2006-08-19T12:07:00.000-06:00

I can't find the remote control for my stereo and it's driving me mad!!!

I blame Circus Mel.

***

I found it! It was on the floor, underneath the heating register. I still blame Circus Mel, as it was under the register beneath my window, and she was cleaning my windows.

Just call me Sherlock.

People are screwy

2006-08-18T21:19:00.000-06:00

This JonBonet Ramsey thing just keeps getting weirder. I hope it turns out they have the guy - it'll be such a relief for the family. Who the heck knows anymore? I think it'll be easier to get it straightened out once they get him to the States.

In related creepy news, I seem to be third or so when you type JonBonet thingies into Google. Why I'm so high on its search engine is a mystery to me.

There's a really cool lightening storm going on right now.

Good news: being grouchy makes you smarter. I knew I was on the right track.

I also seem to be on the right track as far as craving time alone.

I have an interview for a job on Monday. It's an infinately better job, as far as pay and location. But I'm struggling w/ insecurity in regards to being able to do the actual job. We'll see what happens, I guess. I'm having too many days at my current job where it's a real struggle to not just walk out for good.

Tired. Still have tons of photos to sort through.

Went out for onion rings, strawberry lemonade, and Zoom (oh god, the crap) w/ Mr. Vidushi. He picked up the negs/discs/contact sheets for the film I took of their wedding. Man, some of them look sweet! I can't wait to put them on Flickr.

I knew it!

2006-08-16T18:12:00.000-06:00

I always believed JonBonet Ramsey's family were innocent of her murder.

Ewww - he lived in Conyers. I was in Conyers.

May I ask who's calling, please?

2006-08-16T17:31:00.000-06:00

You know, I have the best telephone etiquette of anyone I've ever heard.

Maybe I should just accept fate and be a secretary.

Via Lachele's secret blog

2006-08-15T06:17:00.000-06:00

50 things you can do to keep sexual freedom alive.

Random quote of the day

2006-08-14T22:21:00.000-06:00

Anything beats writing.

- John McPhee, in the journal Creative Nonfiction, 1996

Check 'em out!

2006-08-13T20:33:00.000-06:00

Have finally gotten permission to release all of Vidushi's wedding photos (basically). Enjoy. I've put them in New Releases, and I recommend you look through them all, as I can't guarantee they're in newest at the top order.

Heck, while you're at it, why not check out the original wedding photos set?

Now, to download the Edinburgh pics.

Ughsjldsajklsdfajkl

2006-08-12T18:20:00.000-06:00

Dear god. I am still so tired. I don't know how I dragged myself through yesterday.

Cousin Jan and I went to Ikea where she bought stuff and I made fun of her small head. Then I took a nap for a teeny, tiny little while. Then she and her family took me out for supper at Earls.

I felt better today. Went to bed at eight o'clock last night, got up at six a.m. Had a really nice bus ride home. Mel met me at the Greyhound station. We watched a little bit of the Carribean Days parade, then went to the Folk Festival for a wee bit. We're going back tonight for Feist, Bruce Cockburn, and David Gray. Tomorrow I wanna see the Blind Boys of Alabama, James Keelaghan, Mary Coughlan, and most of all, Iris DeMent.

But I'm so tired. I need a day of sleep and solitude before I go back to the brain drain of the chicken shack.

Dammit, I wish I'd insisted Mel sell my (folk festival - ed.) ticket.

***

Also caught Ricky Skaggs set, which was awesome.

Now it's personal

2006-08-11T07:51:00.000-06:00

Well, I'm back in Canada. Not without some drama, though.

First, stayed up 'till 2.30 a.m. chatting up a hostel mate from Australia about politics, life, love, etc. Then, got up at 4.30 a.m. Walked to the bus station at 5 a.m. which made me a little nervous, but it was pretty w/ the sun coming up.

On the shuttle to Glasgow, heard on the BBC that there was some kind of terrorist plot that had just been foiled, and there would be no hand bags allowed on board. I was worried 'cause my MEC bag was already full to bursting.

Once at the airport, the line after I checked in but before I went through security snaked all the way through an entire floor of the airport. Once at security, we had to take off our shoes, and get patted down (yes! The most action I had for my whole trip!), then couldn't take on board water, magazines, books, earphones, walkmans, cell phones, nothing fun. I feel incredibly blessed I was allowed to take my lip balm aboard.

I saw a couple policemen walking through the airport with AK47s (or something that looked like what these guys had) . That was pretty cool.

Now I'm at my cousin Jan's house (her son Sam says "I bet Scotland's pretty cool". I asked him what he wanted to say to the world. So there.). It's raining. Yay!

I was so tired on the plane ride that I almost cried watching Curious George. He was so cute and sad when the Man in the Yellow Hat abandoned him!

Anyway, soon I'll be home and will start work on my 500 plus pictures.

Be well.

Now you tell me

2006-08-09T07:22:00.000-06:00

The UK is populated by hordes of "overweight, alco-pop-swilling, sex-and-celebrity-obsessed television addicts," according to the travel book Rough Guide to England. I recommend, therefore, that you avoid
traveling to that part of the world if you're a sensitive person who's
susceptible to taking on the attitudes of the people around you. The
astrological omens suggest that you should take stringent measures to exorcise any impulses you might have to indulge in excessive consumption of bad food, numbing intoxicants, superficial sex, dumbed-down entertainment, and mindless gossip about famous lightweights. For that matter, you should be ruthless in sealing yourself off from influences that tend to bring out the worst and the mediocre parts of you.

Suckers!

2006-08-08T02:49:00.000-06:00

Last night there were two new hostelers in my room - a couple. Late into the night, the man started snoring. Techincally, he'd begun snoring hours earlier. But it was the odd burst of phlegm, which frigtened me, as I thought it was a monster.

Hours later, his snoring had found it's feet and became steady and constant. He woke me up, as well as all the other girls in the room. Fortunately, I have earplugs (due to the meticulous and loving care of Circus Mel). So, I continued to sleep while the other girls either laid awake cursing him, or dreampt about his snoring.

Bwaa haa ha!

I should eat breakfast.

I have two days left. I want to go to the zen place here, and walk along some watery place Mel recommended.

Two more days...

2006-08-07T11:39:00.000-06:00

Overall, it's been good. But I'm really, really looking forward to coming home.

I'm tired, my clothes need to be washed, I feel even less attractive than usual, I'm poor, and I'm tired of ALWAYS being around people. I look forward to being alone, sleeping alone (erm...?), being able to walk down the street and twirl my arms about if I wish w/out knocking over at least 17 people.

And I dearly miss my show. I can't wait to hear what Devon and Steve accomplished whilst I was away.

I'll miss the accents, the different people, the architecture, the history, the not being at work.

I fly back Thursday morning. I'll spend two days in Calgary w/ family, then two days of the Edmonton Folk Festival, then, sigh, back to work.

I think tonight I'm going to nightmare about Fringe performers, avalanches of pamphlets of shows you don't wanna see, actors shrieking in unpleasant voices, with an insatiable hunger for affirmation and attention.

P.S. - I've actually typed this at 6.45 p.m., UK time.

Bitching

2006-08-04T03:59:00.000-06:00

I hate where I work. Hate them all.

I knew I'd have to take unpaid leave for this holiday. Boy, they're sure prompt when it comes to not paying their employees. My pay today was only $200 and some.

Before I left, my boss gave me some song and dance about how the stat holiday that occurs when I'm gone doesn't count - it's not a holiday for me, but a day of work for which I'm not getting paid, and also, that this two weeks will affect my next year's holiday. I asked, why, since I'm taking this unpaid? What difference does it make? She said a bunch of crap I didn't get because I'm not evil and don't speak managerese. Fucking hate offices, and this one in particular.

I had a dream last night that I was working in the newsroom of the Daily Herald-Tribune in my home town. Grrr.

Greetings, ya wee bonnie lads and lassies...erm. Yes.

2006-08-03T02:31:00.000-06:00

Hey, everybody! I wasn't going to update 'till I got back from Scotland, but, well, I don't want to lose readers by having a two-week gap, now do I?

It's been interesting. I'll summarize:

- never travel w/out your MEC shoes. Crocs may seem great, but on wet cobblestone streets they're like walking on sheets of ice (dangerously slippery) .

- travelling is better when you're rich .

- sometimes you'll get itchy. Don't panic. It could just be stress or the detergent the hostel uses .

- if Heather can get used to hostel living, you likely can, too. It's usually pretty quiet. If, on your second night, you're the only girl in a room of six men, just act natural. They can smell fear.

- Haggis is yummy. As are deep-fried Mars bars.

- some restaurants here have backpacker's menus which are half as cheap as the regular. Ask for them .

- everyone (well, lots of people, according to Circus Mel) freak out when traveling. You'll be bored, lonely, anticlimactic, and feel you're not doing the things you should. Just relax. It's your trip. Do whatever the hell you want and don't freakin' worry about it (still working on this one) .

I'm having fun, but can't wait to be home.

Webcam at my hostel

2006-07-27T07:45:00.000-06:00

I'll try to sneak in front of it here and there.

Actually, maybe visit the hostel's site to make sure it uploads regularly.

Heather's going to Europe!

2006-07-25T18:12:00.000-06:00

Mel couldn't get rid of her ticket, so she and Devon decided I should go. Mel figured I'd say no, as did I, but then I thought, why the hell not? They presented a good case.

So, I'm leaving for Glasgow Thursday morning, returning Friday, August 11th. Maybe. My flight back lands in Calgary, where I have family, so I'm kinda playing that by ear.

The only bad thing is the job. I'm going, and that's that. But, I have no more vacation time, so I'm not sure if they're going to fire me or make me take it w/out pay or what. Oh, well. I'll heal my wounds w/ the balm of BEING IN F-ING SCOTLAND!

Anyway, I'll keep in touch via blog and email.

Yeeeee!

CALGARY-GLASGOW-CALGARY TICKET AVAIL

2006-07-25T11:17:00.000-06:00

Anyone wanna go to divine scotland for $1130 return? it's a really good deal with zoom but due to a renching(sp?) broken heart I myself can't go.

The flight leaves calgary 27th of july and returns august 10th. There are places to stay everywhere there or in Edinburgh which is a $2 bus ride from Glasgow and this is during the festival which is amazing.

All one has to do is a name and info change on the ticket , pay me and you are off. But this was all last minute so it has to be damned quick.

for more important intricacies email medadie@gmail.com thanks,

Dear Rich Person Who Reads K'vitsh but never gives back

2006-07-24T17:13:00.000-06:00

You've enjoyed me for a couple of years now. You get a thrill living vicariously through me. What must it be like to be poor and hirsute? What's it like to have both Grave's Disease AND thyroid cancer? How narcisstic and yet beguiling can one Canadian wench get? Well, I've helped you live your dream from a safe distance. Isn't it time you gave a little something back?

There's a reporting job open in a small town outside of Edmonton. I wouldn't have to move. No moving means no moving expenses. No moving means a nice small town paper w/out giving up the big city thrills. No move means no giving up my show.

Alas, I have no car. And more importantly, no way of getting a car in the forseeable future. But you, you rich son of a bitch, you can help. You know you wanna.

(Heather apologizes for such a shameless and blatant plug disguised as a "clever" blog entry while still keeping it up in the hopes that some crazy rich person might actually buy her a car.)

Meh

2006-07-24T06:53:00.000-06:00

Couldn't sleep last night 'cause of the heat. Was up 'till 3 a.m., at least.

This morning it's raining a bit - but it doesn't feel any cooler.

Someone from Europe offered to buy my broken bra for 300 Euro.

Say it with me: No.Wire.Hangers.EVER!

2006-07-23T17:35:00.000-06:00

It's stupid hot again. This sucks. It's not going to let up for another week, either.

As I mentioned on my show, I indeed got a slight twitch in my eye by Friday afternoon from stress. I found it amusing, actually. I'm not sure this week's going to be any better - I don't really feel any better. I don't know, maybe a bit. But Mel's leaving Thursday morning, so I'm expecting a big crash.

Spent yesterday walking around w/ Mel, Devon, and D's friend Maggie from Toronto. I only bought one thing, a $2 Labyrinth pin for my bag. Love that movie.

On Friday, after the show, Mel and I went over to D's to watch Mommie Dearest. It was interesting. I was looking forward to it as a campy good time, and it was, but a few people present found it more upsetting than anything else. I had the brilliant idea that people should do it up Rocky Horror style, throwing coat hangers at the screen and such. I guess I'm not the only clever one.

Anyway, I did a bit of Googling about Joan and Christina Crawford. I'm not sure what to think. There were apparently witnesses to the abuse, yet lots of people (including Crawford's two other children) deny any abuse. And Christina's behaviour and talk in the past twenty years makes me wonder. Though people deal w/ things in different ways, it's odd that she doesn't love her mother at all, and attends campy screenings of Mommie Dearest where people scream out lines from the movie, mimicking her torment. But, I guess she wasn't actually in the screening, just out in the lobby signing books. I'd find it odd to take pictures w/ a Crawford female impersonator, though. But, whatever helps you heal, I suppose.

I need to take up drinking. I mean, like seriously commit myself to it.

2006-07-21T06:34:00.000-06:00

I am so tired. I went to bed at a semi-decent time and I still feel like death. A sign of the depression, no doubt.

Thanks to everyone who wrote/called. It means a lot. I feel better, sorta. I don't know. I need time to rest and regroup.

Devon's boyfriend took me out for a cajun supper last night, along w/ a friend of Devon's from Toronto. My god, was it nice. Really good food, really good conversation, and it's always beyond good to meet someone new who's smart and funny and cool.

I've decided against the stress leave, at least for the time being. I'm hoping a nice weekend where I can sleep will help.

Listen to my show tonight.

Blah, blah, depressed, blah, blah...

2006-07-19T16:55:00.000-06:00

I kept waking up last night.

I had trouble settling in, then every time I'd start to drift off, I'd jolt awake in a panic, scared of I don't know what. Or maybe it's more accurate to say I'm not sure which of my many terrors in particular I was waking up with.

My fears of death seem to be increasing. I'm sure it's tied in with Mel's leaving again, my recent trip to the Cross Cancer, and being so completely fucking unhappy. But that's just a guess.

It's worst at night, not surprisingly.

I've made an appointment w/ my gp. She's offered before, but I think this time I'm going to take her up on her offer of a letter requesting stress leave. I don't know if I'll have the guts to try for it, though. I was feeling that it might be a good idea earlier today when I kept crying at my desk, but now I'm leaning in the other direction.

And now I've just sent Mel away and feel like utter shite.

Anyway, I'm off to the store to get supplies, then I'll prepare my egg dish for tomorrow's work potluck, then I'm going to bed.

Tuesday odds and sods

2006-07-18T06:11:00.000-06:00

There was a thunderstorm warning last night. There was a bit of rain and one roll of thunder. How disappointing.

I was adjusting my lamp last night (I'd dropped it and the base had come loose) and mildly electrocuted myself. I felt my body vibrate before I dropped it. It was very exciting.

I meditated for the first time in many months last night and it felt really good.

Today's my interview for a job at the university. Wish me luck. Or don't. It's all good.

Time is finite

2006-07-17T18:01:00.000-06:00

An excellent post on today's Discardian, which I'll just post here:

Playing more, playing better, and what to do about chores

Only so many hours in the day so what is one to do to make the best of those hours when not in the grip of work or sleep? Like most Discardian change, it doesn't have to happen all at once. There are two habits to build up when faced with a choice or opportunity:

1. Continually opt for that which will most avoid hassles and unpleasantness in the long-term.
2. Continually enhance that which must be done with the extras or surroundings that make things more comfortable and/or enjoyable.

A simple example would be when you walk into the kitchen and are faced with a sink full of dirty dishes from the last few days, recognize that putting off washing them yet further will make your house smell nasty and they'll certainly be more unpleasant to deal with. Take care of them now, but first, perhaps you should open a window to get a nice breeze in the room, maybe put on some music you like, or pour a nice beverage to sip as the dish water heats up. Now, glance at the clock and then do the dishes without looking at it again. As you do the dishes figure out what you do like about this task; maybe the splashing in the water, or the warmth, or the transformation of foul to fine & clean. The best sinks have a window so you can see what the outside world has to report as you go about your work. When you're done, look again at the clock.

It doesn't take that long to do most chores, many of them less than 20 minutes. You can blow 20 minutes without even thinking about it watching tv, playing video games, reading, surfing the web (*cough*)...

So, there's the first part of this tip: a lot of things which you've got to do don't really take that much out of your day and needn't be put off.

The next important part is to notice that there may be optional things which do take a lot of your time and yet provide minimal reward or enjoyment (it is at this point when I turn and look pointedly at the television and the computer). Don't channel surf or link hop just because you want something but you haven't figured out what it is. Your time is finite. It matters how you spend it. Certainly you can consciously decide that what you really want to do is flip around getting mental stimulation and enjoy it whole-heartedly. I'm betting, though, that everyone has chunks of time spent on autopilot - and not autopilot in the useful "my mind is happily wandering while I vacuum" sense, but in the sense of failing to select that which will reward us somehow.

Don't live the life of having to make the time pass. Find the things that please you and do them instead of things that provide you nothing. Fans of C.S. Lewis' work The Screwtape Letters are here encouraged to go re-read letter 13 which includes this bit of admonition from a senior devil to a junior tempter:
But you were trying to damn your patient by the World, that is by palming off vanity, bustle, irony, and expensive tedium as pleasures. How can you have failed to see that a real pleasure was the last thing you ought to have let him meet? Didn't you foresee that it would just kill by contrast all the trumpery which you have been so laboriously teaching him to value? And that the sort of pleasure which the book and the walk gave him was the most dangerous of all? That it would peel off from his sensibility the kind of crust you have been forming on it, and make him feel that he was coming home, recovering himself?
Do what you love whenever you can. Even if the busy-ness of life only gives you a few minutes - my sympathies to you new parents out there - make good use of it and read a chapter of a book, futz around with that guitar, plant a few bulbs in the garden (or just look through the bulb catalog & think about what you'd get!), whatever feeds your soul.

When you have to do something you wouldn't otherwise choose to do for pleasure or growth - the dishes for example - find the parts of the experience which can give you some kind of payoff and supplement it if you can with something you would choose, like music you really enjoy.

That's the second part of the tip: be where you are, doing what you're doing and enjoying it as much as you can.

My dinner with Melanie

2006-07-16T17:19:00.000-06:00

Drinks w/ Mel
Originally uploaded by K'vitsh.

Actually, it was just drinks and dessert. But anyway, I think she looks lovely here.

I have a headache and an upset stomach today. Not sure why. Maybe I've eaten too much candied ginger.

I finally have a couple of interviews lined up. Thank god. I was getting paranoid.

Mel's boyfriend's application to visit Canada was denied, so she's going to be leaving for Europe in a couple of weeks, if not next week. Who knows for how long. I am not pleased.

My friend V has moved to Lethbridge. I miss her.

I have a lot to do, various errands and organizing my life things, but have no desire to do anything.

I have a new celebrity crush.

Grrr...the sacrifices I make

2006-07-16T16:01:00.000-06:00

I hate myspace, and not a little bit.

That being said, there are a couple of sites on there that I wanted to be connected w/, so, here.

A birthday song for Devon

2006-07-16T14:50:00.000-06:00

Oh boy!

2006-07-15T10:41:00.000-06:00

The NFB has made several of their animated shorts available for free viewing. I recommend The Big Snit ("It's time for Sawing for Teens!").

Thanks, Boing Boing.

Yay

2006-07-14T22:36:00.000-06:00

My photos of a double bass, on the Valentine Wolfe site. God, I have to finish my interviews!!!

The gods are blind. No, wait...

2006-07-14T20:27:00.000-06:00

Today was good. In a much better mood. The show was fun. Love that everyone who calls is male. Yet...

A guy called, and explained how he'd found my Flickr site by Googling the show. Guess he found/could find this site, too.

I've never really been terribly private. I figure, why not make my neuroses and fears and triumphs public? Why be ashamed? But sometimes I wonder when this whole thing is going to bite me in the ass.

And, though it's hard to believe, I do censor myself on here. Sometimes I wanna bitch about someone or something, but can't because said person may read it.

Maybe I should've kept my real name off of here. Even thought it's not on there now, the memory of it will be forever linked on the internet. Too late now. God, and then there's the dolphin-porn I made in college...

Also, I quite like Paris Hilton's new song. I'm not sure how to reconcile this w/, well, everything I stand for.

Oooh - one of my friends sent me pictures of her brood (finally!). My womb hurts.

Oh, yeah (thanks, Devon)

2006-07-14T06:22:00.000-06:00

'What will your obituary say?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Redemption

2006-07-13T21:17:00.000-06:00

I got suicidaly depressed today. But a few things saved me: dinner w/ Mel, a concerned phone call from Helly (which I sadly missed, see above), a neat fortune in my cookie, and a snippet from Deadwood, spoken by my favorite character, the wonderfully written and portrayed Al Swearingon -

...Mr. Bullock raises the camp up and I hope he'll reside with us and improve our general fucking atmosphere for a good long fucking time, even with all the personal complications and fucking disasters that we all have - and where running away solves absolutely fucking nothing.

That made me cry. It hit me right where it should've, right when I needed it.

Puff, puff, puff...

2006-07-11T19:56:00.000-06:00

You know what makes my heart ache most when I view this? Besides watching Uri Geller get exposed for the fraud that he is, of course. The fact that talk show hosts don't smoke on air anymore.

Sigh.

Being present is hard work

2006-07-11T13:15:00.000-06:00

Had my appoinment today. It was a CT scan. I got a bit of radioactive iodine injected. When they do, certain bits of you get warm. It was a relatively short appointment, for which I'm grateful. I even handled the injection pretty well.

I hate going to the Cross Cancer, though. If I'm not worried about myself, I hate seeing others suffering, or at least appearing to suffer.

It's a beautiful day today - sunny, breezy, warm but not Africa-hot. But I wasn't able to enjoy it as much as I wanted. I was/am a bit stressed. Vaguely anxious. I've got a few things on my mind - the appointment, missing/hating work, worrying about Mel and her love problems, cleaning my house, then thinking, what's the point, I'm just going to have to clean it again. Sigh. I just need to relax, keep cleaning, don't worry.

Blah. I'm drinking limonade and it's too sweet. Supper tonight's been canceled. More time to play w/ my new bookcase.

Mother spammers!

2006-07-11T10:10:00.000-06:00

Anyone else having a problem w/ spam? I thought the word verification was supposed to keep it out. I wonder why they're starting to break through. I've had two in two days. Bastards.

Second day off. Today, a CT scan. Later tonight I'm having supper w/ Mr. Vidushi.

My bookcase is up, thank goodness for Mel's help! I'll post pics later.

Lovely weather

2006-07-10T16:20:00.000-06:00

It's raining. Hard, w/ thunder. This pleases me.

I took today off (cough, cough!), and have tomorrow off for a doctor's appointment. I needed to have the extra day.

I'm cleaning my apartment, one of the reasons I needed another day. The weekend was too busy. Besides, I have no desire to go to work.

I have new candle holders, a new basket (both orange), a new bookshelf (green). I want to make my living space pleasing again.

I like my new blog look, too. Kitshy and orange.

Someday...

2006-07-10T12:30:00.000-06:00

This is the chapel where Penn Jillette got married. Which theme to you think suits me best?

Saturday, part deux

2006-07-08T18:05:00.000-06:00

What a nice day it's been so far.

Went scooting around w/ Mel. Paid my late fees at the library, checked out the Street Performer's Festival, bought a couple of books, bought some Holey Shoes (which I LOVE!). We're skipping Pirates tonight, just watching Beyond the Valley of the Dolls and Bubba Ho-Tep.

The weekend has begun

2006-07-08T12:23:00.000-06:00

I think I'm feeling better about the job not working out. Didn't take long, really. Still sucks, but I'm not actively glum.

Had a belated Gel God Day supper w/ Devon last night. Rented a few vids. Nothing really worth mentioning, except Beyond from the Valley of the Dolls, which I've yet to watch but am quite excited about.

This weekend Mel and I are going to a movie, and maybe a rock show, but I haven't decided yet. Tomorrow we're going to Ikea. Mel wants bamboo curtains and I need a bookshelf. I'm excited.

Right now I'm listening to Radio Darvish, a streaming audio that plays traditional Persian music. I really like it.

What are you doing this weekend?

I must shower.

When the President Talks to God

2006-07-06T17:33:00.000-06:00

Wow. I've never heard of Bright Eyes, but I'm certainly going to check him out now. I'm stunned this was on Leno.

From God is for Suckers!:

Bukra fil mishmish, the phrase he uses at the end, is an Arabic expression that translates as “tomorrow there will be apricots,” or “when apricot season comes” — meaning, among other things, “tomorrow it’ll be better.”
It can also be used sardonically, as in “I’ll believe it when I see it,” and “don’t hold your breath.”

Sniff!

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

The opportunity I wrote about? The one on which I placed all my hopes and dreams? Well, it didn't work out.

I am sad.

Kill me quickly

2006-07-06T01:48:00.000-06:00

Did I mention I hate this heat?

'Cause I do.

It's quarter to 2 o'clock in the morning and I feel almost sweaty. Gah. To quote Afton, I think I've died and gone to hell.

Devon can't see this site. Anyone else having trouble? She was viewing it on a Mac.

Lovely

2006-07-05T17:44:00.000-06:00

A wondeful little piece of video. Please watch. I'm ecstatic to find out Oz is an atheist!

Drip

2006-07-05T06:59:00.000-06:00

One should not be sweating at 6.50 a.m. unless one is having sex, which I most certainly am not.

- K'vitsh, still hating the weather

Grrr!

2006-07-05T06:46:00.000-06:00

If anyone knows how I can change my header, I'd appreciate it. I wanna be able to put pictures in there, and change to font of "K'vitsh" to papryus.

There's supposed to be help here, but I'm not savvy enough to wrap my head 'round it.

Even more pictures!

2006-07-04T20:12:00.000-06:00

I've been given permission by a couple more people to make pictures public, so feast your eyes on these.

I said feast!

2006-07-03T14:22:00.000-06:00

It's too hot to sleep. I hate this weather. I'm still tired and cranky. I'm broke. Mel's lonely and needs to be around me all the time when I just wanan be alone. My place is a sty, but I have no desire to do anything abou it.

Blah.

So I lied

2006-07-02T12:10:00.000-06:00

I am now, officially, done uploading wedding pics.

I'm now going to sleep for forty days.

Closer

2006-07-01T11:34:00.000-06:00

I've now posted all the wedding photos I can for now. Until I get permission from others, that's all you'll see for now.

For those Flickr contacts who used to be friends, you are no more. Only because I have to make some of the photos private for the time being. No hard feelings?

I'm also broke. Kinda relieved, actually. Now I have to stay home and accomplish stuff.

My brain is melting

2006-06-30T22:13:00.000-06:00

What a week. Very tired.

I've loaded some more pictures. I feel it will never end.

Now I'm listening to french CBC. Nothing quite like a french cover of Lou Reed's Take A Walk On The Wild Side to make you think it's time for bed before you start hallucinating.

One more day before I sleep

2006-06-30T06:46:00.000-06:00

I went to bed at a reasonable hour last night, about 9.30 or so. I'd spent the previous four or so hours playing w/ wedding pictures and im'ing Alan about American politics. I was settled in, dozing off if not already in a light sleep when the phone rang. No message. I checked the number and it was from B.C. I suspect it was one of my friends.

Fuck, that pissed me off. Don't call so fucking late on a school night! I'm an old woman who needs her sleep! Now I'm exhausted for the fifth or sixth day in a row. I'm turning the damn ringer off and leaving it off forever! Mel and Devon be damned!

I had a really annoying day at work yesterday. Blah. So need to be gone. Applied for the job. Now am anxious. I want it so much.

Tomorrow's Canada Day. I haven't programmed my show at all. I'll just grab some Canadian cds on my way out the door. God, I'm glad it's a long weekend.

Hmmm

2006-06-29T08:53:00.000-06:00

I had a dream last night that I stopped at a vendor, a la Coney Island, and was about to buy two Buddha Pez dispensers.

What does this mean?

My brain is cooking inside my skull

2006-06-27T17:20:00.000-06:00

My boss gave me one of his wife's old bikes (she never uses it). I rode it home.

It's 31 degrees celcius (feels like 35 according to The Weather Network). I didn't think I was gonna make it, but I did.

Actually, I knew I would, I just wasn't sure how bad I'd feel. It wasn't too bad, really, especially considering I was wearing sneakers, jeans, and a black t-shirt.

I'm going to give the bike to Mel. Her's was stolen, then she wiped out on mine, injuring her knee. I told her to just leave it on the street somewhere. I told her she's got another knee, so why lug around a bum one?

Now, I'm listening to a bit of Mediaeval Baebes and having water and corn chips before my last library training shift at CKUA.

For those who inquired about the job I'm applying for, I'll email you.

Still tired

2006-06-27T06:51:00.000-06:00

I had a nightmare about my show. Haven't had one of those in many moons.

Still quite tired. Glad there's a long weekend coming up.

I've posted a few photos from the wedding trip. More to follow.

What I learned from the trip: I have a lot to learn. I don't mean this in a self-deprecating way. I took lots of great shots. But, I still have a lot to learn. And more equipment to buy. I'd really like to be someone's assistant.

There's a job I'm applying for that is the answer to many of my wishes. Please send some good vibes my way.

aughaaaa

2006-06-25T20:22:00.000-06:00

I'm so. very. tired.

It feels like I've been gone for a week.

Three-day Indian wedding. Very little sleep. Five hundred plus memory card almost full, 17 rolls of film.

I would've loved to have posted some for you tonight, but my batteries have died.

Off to bed, my lovelies.

See ya later!

2006-06-22T22:18:00.000-06:00

Tomorrow I fly off to Vancouver. I have ~~four~~ three packs of film, five rolls each, plus my wee digital which holds 500 pictures. Let's hope it'll do.

I have a pixie haircut and have dyed said cut dark red. You'll have to wait 'till after I return to see.

Who wants to go to this w/ me and Mel on Sunday night?

One more day

2006-06-22T06:48:00.000-06:00

Tired and irritated again. Stayed up late 'cause I was at the Buck 65 concert. I wanna say it was worth it, but I'm really fucking tired and irritated.

Buck's amazingly innovative and cool. I've never seen him live before, so I'm glad I took the opportunity. But, god, if I don't get enough sleep, I really, really hate it.

Of course, it doesn't help that my upstairs neighbor is banging on the floor because my music's too loud. Even after I turned it way down. Cunt. This is the same person who drops heavy things on the floor all the fucking time.

Sorry.

The wedding festivities start tomorrow. Yay.

Happy morning!

2006-06-19T06:10:00.000-06:00

Dear god, the best commercial ever. Thanks, Boing Boing.

Gosh

2006-06-18T15:21:00.000-06:00

I love Married to the Sea

I can't listen to my madrigals and it's making me mad

2006-06-18T12:08:00.000-06:00

I called dad today for father's day. I'll have to send him his Sarah Harmer cd and American candies after V's wedding because I simply won't have time 'till then.

I told him not to worry about getting me a new camera. I wanted it for V's wedding, but it didn't sound like I was going to get it by then, so I figured, why bother right now? I was thinking about it and decided I still need so much - a car, studio lights, a proper printer. I don't want to feel responsible for getting something going right now. I'll still work on it, I just don't want the camera right now. Well, yes I do, but I don't want him to buy it for me.

I am buying a new stereo, however. Mine is so old it won't even play cds anymore. I saw one at London Drugs for $150 that has tape, radio, cd, and a turntable.

I'm so very tired. Have been all week. I really want to get lots of sleep before the wedding. I'm making supper tonight for Laurie and Mel. Hopefully they won't be here too late.

Had tea and strawberry shortcake w/ Mugo yesterday. She's going back to England soon. I'm kinda sad I don't do the community buddhist thing anymore, but I don't know that it's for me right now. I'm still getting lots out of Buddhism, that's the important thing.

Then, went w/ Mel, Laurie, Vidushi, and Sean to Nacho Libre. Funny. My favorite was the sneak baptism.

This week:

Today - shoes and new top and groceries and hopefully new stereo w/ Mel, take test roll w/ my film slr (I haven't used it in two years), make supper
Monday - work (which should be interesting. Email me for details), free Matt Dusk concert
Tuesday - work, CKUA from 6-9
Wednesday - work, CJSR agm
Thursday - work, haircut, pack
Friday - flight to Vancouver, 10 a.m.

I before E except after kapow!

2006-06-15T21:50:00.000-06:00

Just came from X-Men: The Last Stand, and enjoyed it thoroughly. I've read a couple of reviews that mention the way the movie ends rules out any sequel. Um, what? It so doesn't. God, I hate it when reviewers make stupid mistakes like that.

If you haven't seen it yet, make sure you stay in the theatre until the credits are completely finished rolling. Trust me.

Seeing it reminded me of how when I was young and watching a lot of Wonder Woman, I created a superhero identity for myself. My power? Perfect grammar. I'm not sure how exactly that would have been of any use, but I imagine now it could have gone a little something like this:

Evil Comet Girl: Ha ha! You tried to destroy Professor Trailer Trash and I, but you will not succeed! I can destroy you with a -

Grammar Girl: Professor Trailer Trash and me.

ECG: What?

GG: Professor Trailer Trash and me. If you take the other person out of the sentence, it would be "You tried to destroy me", so, it follows that it would be "Professor Trailer Trash and me".

ECG: Who cares? Jesus. I seen you try this on Impregnator, but it won't work on me.

GG: I saw.

ECG: (twitching) What?!?

GG: You always say, "I seen this, I seen that". It's saw. If you were to say, "I have seen this", fine, but it's not "I seen that".

ECG: (head explodes)

GG: (flicking gore off my tweed-lycra jumpsuit) Another job well-done.

My newest free will horoscope

2006-06-14T15:48:00.000-06:00

Before you can do something you must first be something," wrote Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe. That's advice we can all profit from. Most of us have been guilty of trying to skips steps in reaching our goals, hoping to pull off feats we have not yet developed sufficient strength of character to master. For example, there's no way I could have been a good writer at age 19, since I had so little life experience to draw on, hadn't learned how to cultivate my perceptiveness, and didn't have the discipline to sit down and write every day. In the coming week, Taurus, think about whether there's a dream you cherish but have not yet earned the right to achieve. Then decide what you'll have to do to become more worthy.

Urgh

2006-06-14T06:36:00.000-06:00

So what the h is wrong w/ Blogger? Is it just my computer or what? It won't load on Mozilla, it finally did in Netscape, but took foreva!

My friend Laurie's in town. It's week two of not getting enough sleep. I need to be in bed by 9 o'clock, ideally, but it's just not happening lately. Very tired this morning. Having L here won't help, though it's fun visiting and stuff. Maybe I'll take tonight off.

I'm kicking ass at CKUA. I'm volunteering to work in the library and I'm pretty fast at stuff so far. Hopefully this'll get me closer to getting a show there, though I swear, I'm doing it for it's own sake. Truly.

What's the deal w/ myspace? God, I hate it. That being said, here's CJSR's myspace page. I'm suddenly tempted to make a myspace page for Liza's Pills. Stay tuned.

Saw a band on the weekend. Gosh, what fun. Didn't wanna go out at all, but Devon talked me into it. Ends up it was in a wee little community hall. Filled w/ sweet emo teenagers. And sweat. At one point, a young, tall, handsome, drunk teen started talking to us all. The history of his family, his name, social class.

How do you like the new layout?

I have to get ready for work now. Damn.

Well. I guess 20% is better than nothing...

2006-06-11T17:12:00.000-06:00

It all adds up... we feel 20% certain that you are...

A Woman!

Compared to others...

79% more male than you — 5% like you — 16% more female than you

How do we know? Well, deep down, your gender affects everything about you, from your favorite number to your views on Canada. Many women who took the test think and act just like you, as you can see from the graph above.

Statistically speaking, you are a woman—whether you know it or not.

How about you?