so the past little while has been a complete heather-byron fest. friday and saturday hangouts. We played earth hour scrabble on saturday. Byron said we couldn't open the fridge because the light would turn on, but I wasn't willing to wait half an hour for a fresh beer so he held the little light lever down while I grabbed the brews. Sunday there was finally a break from a flat grey sky, so Byron and I sat in the inner harbour sketching. street benches: not just for retired folk and the homeless! Just as we sat down a biker went flying off of his bike right in front of us. It totally ruined the story Byron was in the middle of telling.
knowing my loving of office organization products they showed up on saturday with this awesome gift for me:
The picture doesn't quite do it justice but it is fake wood grain tin. love it! And it still had the original files in it! I just love classic 50s-60s fonts. The ink on my thumb is from yet another leaky pen.
and yesterday they stopped by with the most amazing bouquet of flowers (dad dead for 4 years as of yesterday)
I just love flowers
Then we ate perogies and watched the Dumb and Dumber dvd (6 minutes of deleted scenes, oh my!). just lovely
One time the church around the corner from us (back in the Walmer Palace days) was doing a free screening of the Passion of Christ. I was apprehensive, because well, it was a church and I imagined they wouldn't be too different from a sleazy guy buying some fancy dinner to guilt a chick into sex. except, instead of sex, they'd want my soul. On the other hand, free is free. yeah I'd take candy from a stranger. So Becky and I went and sure enough at the end they gave a big loooong talk about finding god. they had clearly perfected the art of making it difficult/impossible to leave in the middle of one of their 'talks'. then they asked us to close our eyes and put up our hands if we were ready TODAY, RIGHT NOW to accept the lord jesus christ as our personal lord and saviour. I guess no one did, because he kept emphasizing that it was anonymous, no one was looking.accept him blah blah. It was like he was waiting us out until we relented to jesus just so he get on with it already. i guess a few people finally saw the light. we opened our eyes. then he asked those who put up their hand to please come to the front. a couple people walked to the stage. Then dude called out the 4 or 5 people who put up their hands but didnt come to the front! he singled these poor people out, and made them come up to the stage and publicly accept 'jesus christ as their personal lord and saviour'!
I can't remember for sure, but I probably gaffawed loudly at that point, and that guffaw probably taught that dude a valuable lesson about the wrongness of his actions, and he probably knew never to pull that shit again.
maybe it's the music (the tough alliance. 2007/08 staple) or maybe it's the double gin with a splash of tonic I just downed, but I feel like I lost a part of me when I left Toronto. nostalgia's a bitch
ps. sorry sorry hed for being late tonight
Gin and Fresca tastes like toilet bowl cleaner
Gin and tomato juice is worse
I figure that every Beakman fan must automatically sort of hate Bill Nye, and yeah google image search told me that beakmanVSnye shtick's been done. the joke pretty much doesn't go beyond that, so nothing worth linking. I bet it's been a Family Guy joke. Klosterman should write an essay on this. I wonder if he google alerted his name. and all the misspelled versions, oh and how often he is searched. modern times.
New font game to play! Deep Font Challenge
possibly even more fun than this font game
unrelated: there was a letter to the editor in the local paper from a woman who said that life is too dull and sad these days and during times of death, or birth or marriage etc... instead of donating money to charities we should go back to the classic tradition of giving flowers, so that we may have a brighter day in these tough times. That she felt strongly enough to write a letter to the editor is what really got me.
Well i do say! two references to the newspaper in a week. Its almost as if printed media is still relevant or something! kidding. but seriously, how much front page coverage on the national curling championships do we really need.
oh the curling championships. They went on for ages! it was held in Victoria. Again. You'd think thousands of retirees- gaggles of permed women, matching couples- would make a real impact on the town, but actually things pretty much looked the same.
-best not to eat cabbage and broccoli soup before a stretching class.
-go to a fitness class. find the skinniest girl there. She will leave sometime during the cool down/stretch. true 9 times out of ten. also, you'll probably find her on a cardio machine on your way out.
-in a clean up of the worlds oceans, cigarette butts are the biggest contributor to debris! woah! For most of the world, number 2 (hehe) is plastic bags; for canada, it is food containers. I read this in a real life newspaper, so not going to link.
-someones facebook status today said something about not understanding the ridiculousness of twitter. He insulted twitter. using the fb status tool. the irony is burning a hole through my brain. after further thought, i am downgrading the irony level, but only a bit.
I'm currently trying to decide whether to have a pudding or a beer. The Beer is Winter Ale from Granville Island Brewery. Best beer find of the season. hints of vanilla. ok, totally going for a beer and a joint. b and j. bj. ha. is that funny? not it is not.
Also, I never did make that top 5 music list for 2008. much too much. but according to last.fm, my top played track for the last 12 months is l'hiver vous va si bien (zdar a bass day remix) by Tacteel. can't find t on the internet for your listening pleasure. ah well.
"Wingdings has a history of controversy. In 1992, only days after the release of Windows 3.1, it was discovered that the character sequence "NYC" in Wingdings was rendered as a skull and crossbones symbol, Star of David, and thumbs up gesture (NYC). This could be interpreted as a message of approval of killing Jews, especially those from New York City. Microsoft strongly denied this was intentional, and insisted that the final arrangement of the glyphs in the font was largely random. (The character sequence "NYC" in the later-released Webdings font, in turn, is rendered as eye, heart, and city skyline, which could be interpreted as "I Love New York City". Microsoft has stated that this is intentional.)"
-Wingdings wiki page
i remember when snow used to make me feel all excited fluttery in my stomach.
Toronto changed that. and yes talking about how I hate toronto winters is one of my favorite topics.
this actually looks pretty great:
I wonder what these do:
So Sarin is in town (she is living in New Zealand and working for a radio station these days). Our old high school drama teacher offered her tickets to the yearly school musical and she made me her plus one. They were doing Little Shop of Horrors- same one we were both in way back in grade 12. Sarin played Mushnick- the ornery, jewish-eque shop owner. Originally he was a guy, but sarin played the role as a yente. I played the piano. I'm sure its just a coincidence that I thought Little Shop of Horrors: The New Class was better in every way except for Sarin's part and the piano playing.
but woah man was it weird to walk the halls of that place. I certainly don't miss it in the least, but it sorta made me feel old in a bad way. Gone are the years of knowing anyone who still goes there- but we did sit beside my old social studies teacher. I thought about what loud mouth I was; of the time he made me walk around the outside of the school a few times to burn off some energy (not the only teacher to do that. where did it all come from?!?)... as we talked I kept feeling like I should apologize to him. But it seemed a little feeble and in the end I just couldn't do it.
oh the creepy dad with the stout cross eyed wife was there too. his kids finished high school years ago.
by Gary Shteyngart
on dressing like one:
"You want to dress down. Sometimes I see dudes in jackets. I think that's trying too hard. You want to look like you spent some money but look distressed, basically. Stuff that's a little not right. You want to match the unhappiness of our time. Everything I wear is somewhat ugly. Plaid is now in for writers. The male writer should probably shop at Odin in New York, on Lafayette, or Opening Ceremony. There's a wonderful jacket I just bought there that looks exactly like a garbage bag. You can't go wrong with that."
on prestige:
"The thing is literature doesn't have the same cache as it used to. I will say, 'Yeah, I wrote some literature, but I'm really trying to leverage that into a career in hip-hop, or blogging.'"