Alive.

Barely.

More next week.

Fedex

My package was signed for in North Bay. Thanks, Fedex!

OWN

I was here late last night, so I don't have much of an idea of what went on in the world yesterday after 1 p.m. EST. I usually take a look at the news first thing in the morning, so there's lots for me to look over.

Oprah laid off 30 people. Times are hard, I guess. I mean, poor Oprah. I'm kidding. Fuck her. I think Oprah's a narcissistic piece of crap for fighting tooth and nail to forget she was dirt fucking poor once upon a time. There is no way in hell she could not afford to pay those 30 people, at least for another year or so. She can give 50 audience members cars or sectionals or whatever the hell, but she can't salvage 30 people's livelihoods. That bitch is a stone cold phony and I don't get why legions of housewives hang on to her every word. They read every book she tells them to read, buys every goddamn toothbrush and throw she tells them to buy... honestly. HONESTLY.

I'm waiting for a package to get to North Bay. I've got a tab open to Fedex. I keep hitting refresh. OCD much?

I'm also working on two proposals now, literally going back and forth between two completely unrelated documents. As exhausting as this is, I honestly believe it's very good for my brain.

So I gotta go do this shit.

xo

Birthday Wishes

She doesn't come here (because having to listen to me at home is enough, I get it) but maybe someone will tell her.

Ahem.

Happy birthday to Stef, the jazziest, funniest, stubbornest, feistiest 15 year old I know. All of the crazy things you are will serve you really well in the future, Stef, just stay the course. I think that you're headed for a pretty enjoyable life, and I'm excited for you. I also love you an awful lot.

I will see you later, sugar. xo

L'Amour

It doesn't matter who wins or loses*, this is friggin' awesome.










*Okay. The Leafs should always lose. It matters.

This Weekend: London Calling

Got pierced again. Saw the 'Game of Thrones' exhibit at the TIFF Bell Lightbox (either I have been there before, or the inside of it looks pretty generic).

St. Patrick's Day was Saturday. Happy St. Pat's to those of you who are actually Irish.

Every loser who had nothing better to do was drunk by noon and puking in the street. Or they were on or near the Fanshawe College campus, proving that the English language really can't do without the word 'retard', for we could not succinctly describe the type of loser responsible for what went on in London this weekend. You're all morons, you deserve everything you get, I don't give a shit how bored you were, you're all pieces of shit. This is not what young people do to blow off steam. People who really are too stupid to live - who have miraculously coasted through their lives undeservedly unscathed - do this, when we all know that they should be punched every single day of their lives for being so, so stupid.

Do you think it's stretching it a bit, to say they should be punched? Word is that you can find a lot of footage online. I haven't searched it out, but it's probably there. I assume it is, and I hope it is. People are being identified. As with after the Vancouver riots, people will lose jobs and likely be kicked out of school because they just wanted to have a good time, bro. These things follow people around now, you see, because of YouTube and Facebook and Twitter and everybody's uncontrollable urge to share every second of their pathetic existences. It fucks with your life and embarrasses your families. This right here is the reason that cops carry billies and pepper spray. It is why our taxes are high.

So come here so I can punch your stupid face, Stupid.


Nothing happened on Sunday.

MTO

My best friend works for the government as a website designer / administrator / goddess type person. Here's an open letter to her:

Dear Bestie,

This made me sad. You couldn't pull some strings and redo this one, eh?

Love you,

S.

This Week

It's been all about proposals and almonds. Work and kids. That's where it's at, folks... :)

Pre-Weekend Things

Mini libraries in New York. We have a bookshelf here in our cafeteria that holds a surprising collection. I was sure it would be all environmental assessments and technical manuals. Hell, libraries in general are just fantastic, and this one in Norway is all sweet curves and window slats...

Um... okay! Go Dick!

Those are the happiest things I can find on the fly. Have a great weekend...

Ontario's Vision, Part 3: Order Results

I was at home on Monday the 5th, so I could pick up the mail right away.

Please hold...

Will post tomorrow with the results of my shopping experiment with ClearlyContacts.ca, I apologize for the delay.

I really need to figure out the PC situation at home...

Happy Birthday, Dr. Seuss!

By Me
~~~~~

When I was a kid

(I was, it's true)

I WAS a kid

Not a tree, 

Not a shoe...

I read about cats

in hats

and ham 

and eggs of odd colours

and Sam I Am!

I loved all the wockets 

and Horton and the WHOs!

And I was hypersuperly flummoxed

By Thing One and Thing Two!

Go here!

And go here!

Visit here!

Say hello!

Read to your kid, "Oh, The Places You'll Go!"

It's our dear Doctor's birthday

He's one hundred and eight

Or he would be 

Of course

If he were HERE 

on THIS DATE... 

We miss you!

Apologies, Dr. Seuss, and many thanks for everything...

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 

Wall Street Nuts

The 1%?

Ontario's Vision, Part 2: Now, We Wait.

After my initial post about the CBC and glasses, I chose a pair of frames at ClearlyContacts.ca.