Current mood: pained
I am so unwell right now. I ate so much bacon and sugar that my belly is angry. Really angry. It's bitch-slapping me from the inside. It was all because of the bacon Christmas party my friends planned, a good cause. I walked away with a Napoleon Dynamite illustration that Nathan drew and coloured (totally cool) and a coloured pyrex bowl.
Can I tell you how much I LOVE coloured pyrex?! I love it. I would marry it if it were emotionally available.
But my belly hurts and I don't have any ginger or anything fizzy, so I suffer in relative silence. Maybe it's time to drink some milk. Or tea. And I still have bacon in the fridge that I couldn't cook fast enough to take with. I'll probably forget in a day or so and have bacon & tomato sandwiches. Mmmm, that sounds good...
Currently watching:
The Sound of Music (40th Anniversary Edition)
Release date: 15 November, 2005
Saturday, December 17, 2005
Friday, December 16, 2005
like a sponge
Current mood: don't ask
My coworker gave me SpongeBob SquarePants Christmas decorations today and I LOVE them. We had a 15-minute conversation about past episodes we've seen and it was fairly indepth. I realised that I must like SBSP way more than I consciously know because I know more than is normal to know about him. It freaked me out a bit because, like, kids with soft skulls and low IQs like him.
I feel somewhat undead today, assuming the undead feel anything at all except the longing for brains. It seems like my body doesn't mind running on 6 hours sleep, but 5 hours... forget about it. It might have actually been less than 5 hours, but, at this point, it hardly matters. If I needed to operate heavy machinery I'm not sure I could do that with a clear conscience.
Do you know any good bacon recipes? I have to bring bacon to the Second Annual Bacon Christmas Party tomorrow and can't think of any creative ways to prepare bacon dishes. Ways that are tasty, I mean. And I already know about the almond/date/bacon one, so give me something new to work on. Thanks.
Currently reading:
Life's a Bitch: The Bitchy Bitch Chronicles
By Roberta Gregory
Release date: 31 July, 2005
My coworker gave me SpongeBob SquarePants Christmas decorations today and I LOVE them. We had a 15-minute conversation about past episodes we've seen and it was fairly indepth. I realised that I must like SBSP way more than I consciously know because I know more than is normal to know about him. It freaked me out a bit because, like, kids with soft skulls and low IQs like him.
I feel somewhat undead today, assuming the undead feel anything at all except the longing for brains. It seems like my body doesn't mind running on 6 hours sleep, but 5 hours... forget about it. It might have actually been less than 5 hours, but, at this point, it hardly matters. If I needed to operate heavy machinery I'm not sure I could do that with a clear conscience.
Do you know any good bacon recipes? I have to bring bacon to the Second Annual Bacon Christmas Party tomorrow and can't think of any creative ways to prepare bacon dishes. Ways that are tasty, I mean. And I already know about the almond/date/bacon one, so give me something new to work on. Thanks.
Currently reading:
Life's a Bitch: The Bitchy Bitch Chronicles
By Roberta Gregory
Release date: 31 July, 2005
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
how to be inappropriate
Current mood: offensive/offended
At work, all the departments send out Christmas cards, often related to the type of work they do. Most of them are dull black-and-white photocopies of some sort of lame clip art. These "cards" suck ass. My department hadn't put anything together so my co-worker was informally assigned the task of making something.
She was stumped so I gave her something I found on my friend's page. It was Christmasy, but when we put it together she wasn't sure if people would think it tasteless. It had OJ Simpson holding a Christmas ham with a selection of dinner items and a big grin on his face with the caption "Christmas fits me like a glove"... and put a note inside about us being tastefully entertaining. Everyone who saw it laughed like crazy. Some said they weren't sure all recipients would appreciate our humour. It was axed by our department head. I was sorta pissed because I was offended by the shitty cards we got and no one stopped those from being sent out. With no other choice and a slight grudge, I put something else together.
I found a photo of Jackie Chan fake-biting the pudgy cheek of a small child. The caption: "What are you eating this holiday season?" Lame, yes. Some could call it offensive, sure. But when you don't let me send out OJ this is the shit you get. For some reason this was still deemed offensive, but less so than the previous card. I expect someone is going to be offended regardless, but, really, what do they expect? We're degenerates.
Currently listening:
Christmas Album
By Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass
Release date: 18 October, 2005
At work, all the departments send out Christmas cards, often related to the type of work they do. Most of them are dull black-and-white photocopies of some sort of lame clip art. These "cards" suck ass. My department hadn't put anything together so my co-worker was informally assigned the task of making something.
She was stumped so I gave her something I found on my friend's page. It was Christmasy, but when we put it together she wasn't sure if people would think it tasteless. It had OJ Simpson holding a Christmas ham with a selection of dinner items and a big grin on his face with the caption "Christmas fits me like a glove"... and put a note inside about us being tastefully entertaining. Everyone who saw it laughed like crazy. Some said they weren't sure all recipients would appreciate our humour. It was axed by our department head. I was sorta pissed because I was offended by the shitty cards we got and no one stopped those from being sent out. With no other choice and a slight grudge, I put something else together.
I found a photo of Jackie Chan fake-biting the pudgy cheek of a small child. The caption: "What are you eating this holiday season?" Lame, yes. Some could call it offensive, sure. But when you don't let me send out OJ this is the shit you get. For some reason this was still deemed offensive, but less so than the previous card. I expect someone is going to be offended regardless, but, really, what do they expect? We're degenerates.
Currently listening:
Christmas Album
By Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass
Release date: 18 October, 2005
Sunday, December 11, 2005
weak willed
Current mood: pain in the necky
I gave in to my urges and bought eggnog. And I only feel slighty guilty about this. I discovered the best way to drink it: fill the glass between a third and a half of the way up and then add some milk to thin it out, but leave a little space for butter ripple schnapps. I know, I know, schnapps is what high school kids and severe alchoholics drink, but in this instance.... so yummy!
Last night I went to a couple of parties. The first was OK, but people weren't very mingley and I'm far too shy to just go up to people and start chatting, so I held my friends' baby a lot. Had a rum and eggnog and wished for the above recipe instead. The second party was much better and I fraternized tolerably. It was meant to be practice to socialize with more ease. Not sure if that was accomplished, but at least I managed to talk to people I don't really know. It was a co-worker's party, so I sorta knew who people were, but had never talked to. But I did make plans to go for high tea with a couple of girls, so it was a good night.
Currently listening:
Rocket to Russia
By The Ramones
Release date: 19 June, 2001
I gave in to my urges and bought eggnog. And I only feel slighty guilty about this. I discovered the best way to drink it: fill the glass between a third and a half of the way up and then add some milk to thin it out, but leave a little space for butter ripple schnapps. I know, I know, schnapps is what high school kids and severe alchoholics drink, but in this instance.... so yummy!
Last night I went to a couple of parties. The first was OK, but people weren't very mingley and I'm far too shy to just go up to people and start chatting, so I held my friends' baby a lot. Had a rum and eggnog and wished for the above recipe instead. The second party was much better and I fraternized tolerably. It was meant to be practice to socialize with more ease. Not sure if that was accomplished, but at least I managed to talk to people I don't really know. It was a co-worker's party, so I sorta knew who people were, but had never talked to. But I did make plans to go for high tea with a couple of girls, so it was a good night.
Currently listening:
Rocket to Russia
By The Ramones
Release date: 19 June, 2001
Saturday, December 10, 2005
natsukashii
Current mood: dumbheadish
Ima "The New Music" o mite iru. Sugoku omoshiroi. Minna san wa "Nippon wa subarashii desu yo" o hanashimasu. Demo minna san wa chotto baka desu. Death From Above wa kakkoii demo Broken Social Scene to Metric to Stars wa kankoukyaku o rashiku mieru. "Nihonjin wa kibishii desu. Karuchaa-shokku ga arunai yo." Bakajin. Demo watashi wa sugoku natsukashii. Shittobukai desu.
Nihongo o wasuremashita. Gomen.
I was supposed to go on a tour of the Pantages Theatre this afternoon and accidentally wrote down 150 W. Hastings instead of 150 E. Hastings. Crap. It's not like they have tours everyday, or ever. I'm concerned that now I'll never see it because they're going to tear the shit out of it and the original features will be gone. It's the last original Pantages Theatre in North America. Dumb eyes, looking at stuff wrong.
On a cheerier note, my new Polaroid JobPro 2 arrived today. It's a sweet yellow. Lomo will be the death of me, one way or another. They've practically stolen all my extra money with their toy cameras over the last few years. And the new ReadyMade came, too!
Currently listening:
Tone Soul Evolution
By The Apples In Stereo
Release date: 10 February, 1998
Ima "The New Music" o mite iru. Sugoku omoshiroi. Minna san wa "Nippon wa subarashii desu yo" o hanashimasu. Demo minna san wa chotto baka desu. Death From Above wa kakkoii demo Broken Social Scene to Metric to Stars wa kankoukyaku o rashiku mieru. "Nihonjin wa kibishii desu. Karuchaa-shokku ga arunai yo." Bakajin. Demo watashi wa sugoku natsukashii. Shittobukai desu.
Nihongo o wasuremashita. Gomen.
I was supposed to go on a tour of the Pantages Theatre this afternoon and accidentally wrote down 150 W. Hastings instead of 150 E. Hastings. Crap. It's not like they have tours everyday, or ever. I'm concerned that now I'll never see it because they're going to tear the shit out of it and the original features will be gone. It's the last original Pantages Theatre in North America. Dumb eyes, looking at stuff wrong.
On a cheerier note, my new Polaroid JobPro 2 arrived today. It's a sweet yellow. Lomo will be the death of me, one way or another. They've practically stolen all my extra money with their toy cameras over the last few years. And the new ReadyMade came, too!
Currently listening:
Tone Soul Evolution
By The Apples In Stereo
Release date: 10 February, 1998
Tuesday, December 6, 2005
richmond is the closest thing to hell within driving distance
Current mood: regretful, yet pleased like a Catholic school girl
After work my friend generously took me to Costco on his way to Ikea. I really, really had to stop myself from buying more than my list of necessary things, which included Japanese oranges and a bag of bacon (that's a whole other story. The fact that you can buy actual bacon in a resealable bag... *shudder*). I bypassed the attractive cheese displays. I avoided the chocolate piles. I didn't go down any of the aisles. I even tried to not like the free samples. But then... then my friend had to cut through the DVD area and point out that they have Clone Wars: Vol. 2, and it was on my brother's wish list for Christmas. Aurgh!
I mean, I've already bought him two from his list, but when am I going to find this one again? That's the problem: I plan ahead too much. So, I can either be a super awesome (har har) sister and give him three times as much for Christmas, like I do every year, or I can stockpile them and give them successively through the next few gift-giving seasons. I will be surprised if he doesn't just give my mom $20 to put his name on what she got for me. He's thoughtful that way. But I know what he's like, and this really isn't about my brother.
It's about the evilness that lurks everywhere in Richmond.
We went to Ikea. It was horrible. I kept whispering under my breath, "I hate Ikea," while I touched lamps that I didn't need and sat on couches I have no room for. Yet I couldn't stop wanting them. I had to talk my friend out of a runner for his floor. A runner! Do straight men actually buy floor runners?! So, after not needing anything, I bought a monkey for my friends' kid, hangers for my closet overhaul, and a new shower curtain with rings to replace the creepy one that has barely been protecting the room from the evil water droplets that cleverly, though surprisingly, manage to get through plastic with more frequency than a polymer of any sort should allow. It's just lucky that my home is getting smaller with each passing day or I would have bought a new desk and an enormous bed that wouldn't fit in my bedroom.
And gas was 86.4 cents. It must be hell there.
Currently listening:
Push Kings
By Push Kings
Release date: 20 October, 1998
After work my friend generously took me to Costco on his way to Ikea. I really, really had to stop myself from buying more than my list of necessary things, which included Japanese oranges and a bag of bacon (that's a whole other story. The fact that you can buy actual bacon in a resealable bag... *shudder*). I bypassed the attractive cheese displays. I avoided the chocolate piles. I didn't go down any of the aisles. I even tried to not like the free samples. But then... then my friend had to cut through the DVD area and point out that they have Clone Wars: Vol. 2, and it was on my brother's wish list for Christmas. Aurgh!
I mean, I've already bought him two from his list, but when am I going to find this one again? That's the problem: I plan ahead too much. So, I can either be a super awesome (har har) sister and give him three times as much for Christmas, like I do every year, or I can stockpile them and give them successively through the next few gift-giving seasons. I will be surprised if he doesn't just give my mom $20 to put his name on what she got for me. He's thoughtful that way. But I know what he's like, and this really isn't about my brother.
It's about the evilness that lurks everywhere in Richmond.
We went to Ikea. It was horrible. I kept whispering under my breath, "I hate Ikea," while I touched lamps that I didn't need and sat on couches I have no room for. Yet I couldn't stop wanting them. I had to talk my friend out of a runner for his floor. A runner! Do straight men actually buy floor runners?! So, after not needing anything, I bought a monkey for my friends' kid, hangers for my closet overhaul, and a new shower curtain with rings to replace the creepy one that has barely been protecting the room from the evil water droplets that cleverly, though surprisingly, manage to get through plastic with more frequency than a polymer of any sort should allow. It's just lucky that my home is getting smaller with each passing day or I would have bought a new desk and an enormous bed that wouldn't fit in my bedroom.
And gas was 86.4 cents. It must be hell there.
Currently listening:
Push Kings
By Push Kings
Release date: 20 October, 1998
Saturday, December 3, 2005
addictions are hard
Current mood: shaky
A couple weeks ago I had some eggnog at my friends' house. It was so delicious and creamy and it brought back all the old feelings of needing, wanting. I've been avoiding the grocery store because it calls to me, even if I don't go near the refrigerated units. It taunts me. How am I going to live on pasta and cans of corn for the next three weeks?
And the dumb grocery store near my house has sent me a 10% off card for the month, so I could get litres and litres of eggnog at a discount if I would just give in.
I must be strong. I must not buy eggnog.
Off to the grocery store. I think we all know I'm coming home with eggnog. Or maybe I'll just switch the addiction to chocolate milk. Mmmm.... chocolate milk....
Currently listening:
Chocolate & Cheese
By Ween
Release date: 27 September, 1994
A couple weeks ago I had some eggnog at my friends' house. It was so delicious and creamy and it brought back all the old feelings of needing, wanting. I've been avoiding the grocery store because it calls to me, even if I don't go near the refrigerated units. It taunts me. How am I going to live on pasta and cans of corn for the next three weeks?
And the dumb grocery store near my house has sent me a 10% off card for the month, so I could get litres and litres of eggnog at a discount if I would just give in.
I must be strong. I must not buy eggnog.
Off to the grocery store. I think we all know I'm coming home with eggnog. Or maybe I'll just switch the addiction to chocolate milk. Mmmm.... chocolate milk....
Currently listening:
Chocolate & Cheese
By Ween
Release date: 27 September, 1994
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