Wednesday, January 31, 2007

OMG yummerz





Miss Thistle
and another friend saw the JT/Pink concert lastnight. Yes, I am jealous! Pink is a badass and I like her for it. Justin Timberlake... well let's just say that I think this is one of his best assets:


Oh, and I like a lot of his songs, too. And I don't care who knows!














Lastnight, I saw Little Children with Peter, Marc, and Jason. It was a real treat to watch such a long movie with so many scenes of Patrick Wilson's face, smile, eyes, teeth, chest, arms, abs, legs, and ass.

Oh, that ass...

(Detecting a theme, anyone?)

Monday, January 29, 2007

I'm afraid of becoming "Ba"

"I'm one bad date away from being bitter." - Carrie Bradshaw, Sex and the City

Oh, I've already passed that milestone, I can assure you.

What I'm scared of is sliding into the territory covered by Dame Judi Dench's character Barbara ("Ba") in Notes on a Scandal, which I saw over the weekend. (Fantastic, by the way.) Barbara is bitter, fed-up, and frustrated. She sees an opportunity to take advantage of a naïve new coworker, and uses it to her full advantage.

I'm a good person. I don't enjoy hurting others, and strive to do quite the opposite. But on the eve of my 37th birthday--and after six and a half years of being single--I worry about the effects of prolonged disappointment and solitude.

In the movie, Barbara reads from her journal: "People like Sheba [Cate Blanchett's character] have no idea what it's like to construct an entire weekend around a trip to the laundrette."

Are people like Barbara forged as cruel users in childhood? Were they pulling the wings off flies and playing baseball with frogs? Or, can they be changed that way in adulthood?

Friday, January 26, 2007

OMG LOLerz i m SUCH a mess

I found another book in the laundry room of my apartment building this week. What can I say? I saw "Betty White" and was immediately drawn to it.



However, I promptly got all verklempt when I read the jacket. The book is about Tom Sullivan's guide dog, Dinah. When she got too old to do her job, Betty White adopted her.
...when Dinah reached the age of eleven, she began to lose her edge. Her eyes were no longer as sharp, her step not as sure. The once-assured guide dog became defensive and hesitant. Although Tom hated the idea of working with any dog but Dinah, it seemed to be his only choice, and [a new guide dog] joined the family. Dinah, however, was not ready to settle back into a life of leisure [...] while an interloper took over her job and her master. She stopped eating, began hiding away, and simply gave up on life. Yet Dinah's story has a whole new beginning... and her name is Betty White.
Oh, believe me, I was nearly in tears when I read the final part:
Here [...] is how Betty rescued this gallant lady in distress and how caring, courageous Dinah became a full-fledged member of Betty's family overnight, with a brand-new job to do. Most of all, here is the essence of Dinah, a dog who made a positive difference in every life she touched.
I wish I had time to read this book. I wish I had enough money to quit my job and start an assistance dog foundation. I wish that everyone in the world was as nice to animals as Betty White.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

this is my reward

I wasted a couple of hours last night trying to update clog. Here's what I got:



This is what I get for trying.

I didn't see a notice about any scheduled outage. Perhaps Blogger can let us know when the system is available. Then, we can just assume that it's down the rest of the time.

Even Haloscan was being shitty last night. I tried 5x to leave a comment chez Butch.

Friday, January 12, 2007

six weird things about me

Last month, Riss tagged me with a meme. Yes, I'm just getting to it now. You may find it hard to believe, but it took a while for me to put together a list of six weird things about me.

  • When I'm making a sandwich, the mustard cannot touch the cheese.

  • I'm 6'4" but unless I hit my head on something, I usually go through the day not realizing how tall I am. I also "get the picture" when I see tall actors (like Tom Selleck, Vince Vaughn, or John Corbett) on television or in a movie dwarfing the people they're next to.

  • I am terrified of submerged objects. The idea of a reef or a shoal is really scary to me. I grew up around water and know my way around a boat... perhaps it's a healthy fear.

  • I find it extremely difficult to fall asleep without white noise (fan, air conditioner, etc.) and three pillows. (I'm a side-sleeper: one pillow goes under my head; the second underneath whatever arm is the upper arm; the third goes between my knees.)

  • I am strangely drawn to the Oregon license plate. I have one on my kitchen wall.

  • I have been fascinated by car wheels--and in particular, hubcaps--since I was a child. In my mind, the coolest hubcaps ever are from the 1965 Ford Galaxie.








Alright. Now it's Peter's turn. He hasn't blogged in over a week.

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

twenty-five

Happy birthday to Steven at Human Nature. Steven was freaking out a bit earlier this week at the prospect of turning twenty-five. It's a milestone birthday, no doubt. Quarter-century. Twenties half over. I must have been thinking these things when I turned 25, because I:

  • went out with Peter and Jason, and drank too much
  • had a lap dance at Remington's
  • later on the dance floor at Club Colby's, made everyone smell my finger (it was stripper perineum, not ass... I swear to God)
  • wound up at the tubs, where there was a big lineup (for rooms and lockers)
  • started talking to the guy beside me, who asked what I had done that Monday night
  • found out it was his birthday, too
  • asked him if he wanted to get out of line and go back to my place
  • back at my apartment, I actually carded him to see if he shared my birthday (which he did)
  • blew him in front of my kitchen sink, then sent him home
  • went to class the next day with a massive hangover


Do it up in style, Steven. You young pup, you.

Sunday, January 07, 2007

Santa might suspect I'm gay

Last year, it was decorative push pins:








This home organizer was in my stocking on Christmas eve 2006. It's very flowery.
























Who plays Santa during Christmas? No, it's not Peter. It's my mother. And another year has gone by without a long-overdue discussion.

Is praying for death an option? How about a coma?

Thursday, January 04, 2007

Etobicoke Hydro

There are communal libraries in the laundry rooms of my apartment complex. (Some of Peter's gag gifts and books have ended up there--but they never last long!) A couple of weeks ago, I pulled a copy of Valley of the Dolls from the shelf and found something neat tucked inside: a mailer from Etobicoke Hydro.



From the font, I thought it might date back to the 1950s.



Some web searching revealed that the mayor listed on the card served from 1967 to 1972. It's not as old as I thought.

Business Reply Mail was 8 cents, and there's no postal code.



Etobicoke was one of six former boroughs of the Municipality of Metropolitan Toronto. Etobicoke Hydro later became part of Toronto Hydro, and Metropolitan Toronto was amalgamated into the City of Toronto in 1998.

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

I watch Discovery Channel too much

...because I'm crushin' on Tory Belleci from Mythbusters and Mike Rowe from Dirty Jobs. Tory is smart and funny. His smile kills me.




Mike Rowe... manly, strappin', and one helluva sexy voice.









Yeah, I watched me some television on Saturday. And lastnight, I watched Super Size Me on CBC. I had always wanted to see it, but knowing that Morgan Spurlock spews in it made me want to make sure I had control of the volume. (I always mute barf scenes, and usually look away from the television.)

It's funny: despite having seen Spurlock and Rowe projectile vomit on the small screen, I still find them eminently attractive.