Sick

Yuck, I think my students are trying to kill me or get back at me for their report cards.
I'm sick, I gots a code. I ache and I want to sleep.
Neo Citron is my friend....
night...night.......zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Death by Barenaked Lady

Last night I was taken (I was too polite to refuse the ticket that was bought for me, without asking) to Barenaked for the Holidays, by my room mates mum and sister. Sometime, mid last week I though there might be some high point to the evening, I found out that Buck 65 was opening.
Well, the people I went with had to drive down from up north, in the snow. They didn't get here until 7:30 (when the sow started) and we had to take the subway from Kipling to Dundas. Needless to say I saw no Buck 65 :( and I was vaguely made fun of for liking an act none of them had heard of. BLARGH!
While I was sitting trying to occupy myself in my mind, yet look interested and happy, I realized how all of there songs sounds very similar, so similar it all sounded like one big song...with the odd holiday song thrown in. The next thing I realized was that there were a lot of fat old people there, some of whom were dancing....YIKES!!!! Next I realized that the entire balcony section was shaking, so much that I seriously began to plot how I would escape certain death if the whole thing collapsed. This was a serious problem. I did sort out that I probably had a fairly good chance of surviving as I was on the top level, so I wouldn't get crushed. Although, at one point I wanted to get up and run (not sure if that was from fear or music). I began to think about my last moments: fat geeky guys bouncing around on stage "rapping", the scratch a mere sound effect from a fancy shmancy keyboard thingy. AAAAAHHHH! How bad would that be!
So, from my near death experience I have learned I must live life to the fullest and never sit on or under a balcony.
There was one positive part to the evening. Steve Lewis spoke. Granted it was for only 2-3 minutes. And the Ladies do have their hearts in the right place, the proceeds from their version of "Do They Know It's Christmas" all go to the Steven Lewis foundation.

Addicted!

Ok, for awhile now I have gone and wandered around craft stores holding several random "how to knit" books wondering if it was worth the generally uber expensive price to teach myself to knit. I would spend hours book in hand staring at yarn, wandering around trying to see if there is a cheaper hobbie I might like, putting the book down, picking it up, maybe painting wood crap would be good........on and on and on, for literally hours. Two days ago I took the plunge I spent the $20 bucks and bought "the Dummies Guide to Knitting and Crocheting." I came with all the necessary instruments and some patterns if I got good. Since it is a guide for both knitting and crocheting I can feed my short attention span by continuously switching back and forth. (Side note: as I suck at spelling, I always say crow-shitting in my head when I type crocheting....just did it there)
Got the book now I need yarn. So I stood staring at yarn.... what to buy, what to buy.....this is an important purchase, as many other hobbie attempts have been halted abruptly by the realization that I hate whatever choice I made in materials. I knew that there was easy yarn and hard yarn. And being that I had to start right when I got home, there was no time to wait and ask my knitting friend for advice.
Old knitting ladies are heartless....it's true! No matter how helplessly I stared at the yarn, no matter how confused, on the verge of tears I looked none of them offered to help me. Mean knitting ladies! As a result I chose probably the hardest yarn to knit with in the world.
Attempt number 1 ..........failure and frustration.
Day 2 go to different overpriced craft store and ask lady for help. Nice knitting lady, helped poor novice knitter. Got some nice easy wool to knit with.
Now I'm addicted!!!!!!
gotta get back to my knitting!

Knock over my dominos and I'll shoot ya!

I was driving home in the rain tonight when I heard about this on the radio. It was quite funny hearing the very formal man from Holland speak about it.

The Project

The Death

something a little weird to brighten your day.
Andie :)

A mass suicide and the devil

Yesterday I went to a wedding, a Catholic wedding, well it was Catholic Light. Anyway, I was sitting there listening to the priest begin to drone on about marriage and babies, when I started listening to his statements on their own and out of context. He said "Jesus loved us so much he gave the ultimate sacrifice and died on the cross for us and in marriage he is asking us to do the same" This of course translates in my mind to "this is not a wedding but a mass suicide, where's the kool-aid?" and I start to giggle. In an effort to stop myself I look over at some religious art, only to find a satin fabric "art" piece of the virgin and child covered in gold sparkley things. Which, of course, made me giggle more. So I tired to control myself and turned my attention back to the priest, who is now in the depths of babies, so deep in fact I started to think the bride was already with child. Later on in the ceremony the priest blessed the newly married bride and groom. To the bride: may God bless you and help you to be a good wife, a good mother and to keep a good home. To the groom: may God bless you and help you to be a good and faithful husband. What the fuck! She has to be a good mother, wife and keep a tidy house, while all he has to do is not screw around on her? Gotta love the Catholic church. The door I notice was left wide open for her to screw around on him.

The reception was at a lovely golf club in Milton. The best part was the photograph by the bathrooms: a picture of a teenage boy pointing to a sign that said "Welcome to Auchtermuchty" (Auch-ti-mock-tay). It is a tiny town in Scotland of about 700 people where the Proclaimers (the 500 miles guys) and my grandfather come from. It is tiny and it was cool to see the photograph. OK, it was way cooler when I was plastered! Which is where the devil comes in. I have phases to my drunkenness:1) quietly drinking 2) talkative 3)won't fucking shut up 4) dancing like a maniac 5) room spinning 6) 1 hour in bathroom puking on new sweater although, I swear it was only 20 mins. Unfortunately, stage 3 happened during dinner, so not a whole lot of food was eaten on my part. Don't worry calories lost in solid food were made up for in gin and beer. I did dance like a a maniac, a maniac on the run. All I can say today is "ow my head, at least I didn't get to stage 5, and alcohol is the devil!"

In conclusion, the priest said that couples "blossomed" after they were married. Why the hell do you need some piece of paper to blossom? The whole event reinforced my feeling that weddings are really a huge waste of money to make a spectacle of something incredibly private and personal, for a little piece of paper which tends to act more like a herbicide than a fertilizer. BLARGH!!!! But the party part was fun, dancing is fun and watching old people dance to Usher was very fun.

my new love

Ahhhhh.......lovely.
I went and saw Tom Vek last night, a very cool show. He was an excellent drummer and the music was good. There was an unfortunate thing about last night. It was at the Drake, a place I had previously refuse to go because that's where the pretty people go and I was right. This one uber fashionable chick's hair had been bleached so many times it looked like it would crumb if you touched it. I wish I had 3 hours everyday to make myself look as fake as she did. Ok, really, I don't. But the music was excellent and he was adorable, with his lovely accent :) Check out his website: http://www.tomvek.tv/

Pain or further proof I'm completely fucked up

Don't worry this isn't a rant over how some guy did me wrong or some other equally valid heartache, I actually have discovered something about physical pain. I hate pain, I am the biggest pain wus you may ever meet, so this discovery concerns me just a little.

The tap in my bathroom is possessed. It randomly decides it's going to scald you, I know this is a common problem among taps, with no warning and very suddenly. At first I would swear like a sailor when the rush of hot water attacked, but, it has been several months and I have grown used to it and expect it. Recently, I have been analyzing the pain of being scalded. It is an amazingly sharp pain that, when you concentrate on it, makes your teeth want to fall out. It is not isolated to my poor little soapy hands, it shoots up my arm to my elbow. I can feel it moving up my arms, through my ulna, my skin, and my blood. My spine tightens. And I salivate. When the pain hits my elbow, it hits my funny bone. All of this from seconds of scalding water. Amazing.

Resfest

Besides going Halloweening this weekend, I went to resfest, a digital film festival. Saw some neat stuff. Here are links to some of my favourites:
City Paradise:www.passion-pictures.com (you have to go to the archive and click on City Paradise to view it)
Romantic Death: http://www.smellslikemusic.com/artist/pages/0930/sun.html (video links on the side)
The Shouty Track: http://www.artistdirect.com/nad/music/artist/listenwatch/0,,936359,00.html

Halloweening pics are still being sorted, please hold.................

another interesting site: www.beautifulagony.com
interesting faces