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Monday, December 7th, 2009
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12:45 pm - Let's be friends dear!
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More internet spam enjoyment!
My dear friend!
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw
blood in its defence.
((So love is pointy and ouchy and blood-drawing, and yet calm???))
My love, I am here for you http://love-wather.com/thelove/
I have never seen you before, but I am taken
by your eyes and your smile.
((If you haven't seen me, how do you know about my eyes and smile??))
I know that something about you will always
inspire me and make me happy because it is what love does.
((Yup, that's love's job description. Inspiring people first, making people happy second. That's what it does.))
I know that we
will have a lot in common and will be searching for similar things in life.
((Really? You can predict the future?? ...Lotto numbers plz?))
And I would like more than anything to get together with you,
so that we can share the most romantic moments of our lives together.
((We can venture off into that grand old search for the similar, and that will be oh so romantic you have no idea!!))
... I am having way too much fun with this.
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| Tuesday, November 17th, 2009
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3:07 pm - Oog. Argh. Brain pain.
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Ok, I admit it. I sometimes read my spam mail just to see what kind of weird stuff they type to try to get your attention. Today, I got a doozie. (Well, this is only the first paragraph, but you'll get the idea):
*****
ATTENTION: BENEFICIARY
I have been waiting for you since to come down here and pick your Bank Draft but
did not heard from you since that time then I went and deposited the Draft with
Skye Bank Plc here in Nigeria, because I traveled to Japan to see my boss and
will
not come back till next month end.
*****
Wow. Just... wow. Waiting for me since when? I can pick my bank draft? (Can I have it in blue with rubber duckies on it?) ...Does this person breathe when they type??
My brain hurts, but I am amused all the same.
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| Saturday, October 24th, 2009
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4:44 pm - Feelin' Celestina Warbeck ish
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You know, the offhandedly mentioned singer in Harry Potter who sings 'A Cauldron full of Hot Strong Love'?
I'm currently drinking a raspberry vanilla tea, called 'Heiße Liebe', or Hot Love.
So it's not a cauldron, but a teapot. Its full of Hot Love. And indeed, we have brewed it to be strong.
I am vaguely amused.
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| Monday, August 17th, 2009
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10:26 am - Random jottings.
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Just a quick thought:
Stefan told me recently that if we become an old and happy couple, and I die before him, he's gonna kill himself because he can't imagine living without me.
The sweetest thought ever, and the dumbest thing imaginable. All at the same time.
In other news, I have some art supplies now. Paper and 3B pencils, a lack of erasers which I shall correct soon, and zomg a fountain pen. With a variety of refill colors. Maybe eventually I'll be able to draw something decent. ^^;;
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| Sunday, July 5th, 2009
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9:55 am - More dreams of weirdness.
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Stefan says to inform you guys that there was alcohol involved that evening, but I don't think it had much to do with the resulting dream.
Ok, so it starts out with Spock. Or Leonard Nemoy, it sort of flipped back and forth between the two. Anyhow, he was a professor of some sort, with a purple cloth over his desk like a tablecloth. Upon closer inspection, it had some shiny gold applique on it denoting things he had done, including Star Trek stuffs, but all the 'incriminating' Trekish things had been rubbed away. You could still see it if you looked hard enough, like a different weave pattern to the material or something, slightly shinier and darker. I guess he was trying to hide the fact that he was Spock, but everyone knew it anyhow.
In any case, he was sitting there, doing chopstick origami. Or perhaps it was simply a way to place, stack, and pile the chopsticks to make them look pretty, like little arrows or birds. Looked complicated in any case, and though he tried explaining it (at one point blowing the chopsticks up like a balloon, whuh?), I just didn't get it. Looked really nifty in any case.
Slight fast forward in the dream sequence, and we get visions of 4 witches floating up out of the ground at some location with rocky terrain (perhaps the Canadian Shield?). All with long hair; a straight-haired blonde, a curly redhead, a wavy brunette, and one with straight black hair. Three of them are evil bad wanting revenge on the world for something or other, and the fourth is the tag along sort of 'I don't know if this is a good idea, guys' character. I think she was the redhead. They have the ability to go through solid objects, so they can hide in the ground, pass through walls to sneak into a different room, things like that.
Leonard Nemoy and I somehow are appointed detectives of this 'case', to track down the witches before they do... whatever it is they were going to do. Either the dream didn't give a decent reason or I just forget. Heh.
We travel around, wandering from place to place, and decide to set a trap for them by building a long row of piled translucent sheets, layering colors and heights and shapes to make it look, I dunno, vaguely patchwork-striped like a colourful deflated hot air balloon. Apparently we were making it look like Australia. (your guess is as good as mine, folks.)
Also, for dream reasons I think we found out that the witches couldn't pass through whiteboards, so eventually we lured them into a storage room filled with precariously stacked whiteboards, and domino'd them over to crush them. We had also accidentally trapped a regular someone in there with them, and we thought we killed him for a few moments, but he was ok, if a little smooshed.
And then I woke up.
(cross-posted to the other blog)
Paige, I'm sorry to have stolen your dreams.
If anyone wants to take a jab at guessing the meaning of this craziness, go right ahead.
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| Saturday, June 20th, 2009
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12:23 pm - Dreams. Again.
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All I can recall was that it dealt with nerdy werewolves from Louisiana playing poker and debating whether they identified more with the term 'werewolf' or 'loup-garou'.
On one hand, I wish I could remember more about this dream because it's just so weird and crazy, and on the other hand I'm not sure I want to know how much crazier it could have gotten. And I have no idea what the heck the dream could possibly mean, if indeed it has a meaning.
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| Monday, June 1st, 2009
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10:07 am - I? Had a dream.
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Oh boy yes.
It started out with me, and jelly beans, and a set of keys. I can't remember what the keys looked like, but it was a jumbled mess of lots of keys and multiple keychains strung together, you know? It's all crammed into my pockets, and of course it fits just fine.
Anyhow, for dream reasons I had to go pee, so I wandered over to a public toilet. Of course, for dream reasons, it was a huge huge room with a maze of stalls, none of them tall enough to actually prevent anyone from seeing in, huge gaps between door and frame, locks that don't lock, things like that.
Eventually I find one that sorta provides protection, and do my thing. Then I head off to wash my hands and leave. But ooh, by the exit is a table filled with candy! Leftover gummy Halloween candy. Whuh? Whatever, it's free. The sour gummy pumpkins tasted a lot better than the licorice spiders, if I recall correctly.
I enjoy the free sugar, and am almost out the door. But ohmygosh! I lost the keys and jellybeans! Backtrack to the stall, and sure enough the keys are there. The jelly beans are gone, and thus have no more dream importance.
The rest of the dream is really fuzzy. Something about helping Live-Action-Mario rescue his beloved purple fuzzy hat from the eeeeevil laundromat. Man I wish I could remember more than that. Paige, you might have been in it for a moment, but I can't be too sure.
There was also another dream snippet of bananas and pineapples doing the tango under the tropical moonlight, to which I dream-thought that it felt kinda cliche somehow. That's all I remember.
Man I have to work at remembering my dreams. One day they might be as crazy as my sister's dreams.
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| Friday, May 8th, 2009
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10:04 am - Star Trek Movie
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| Monday, April 20th, 2009
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7:31 am
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| Friday, March 27th, 2009
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4:09 pm - Oh man.
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Friday. Payday. One more week of work to go. And I got to partake in an Easter offering from one of the higher-ups of one of the projects I work for. Hurray free chocolate!
A combination of YAY and HOLY CRAP IN A SANDAL.
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| Thursday, January 22nd, 2009
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3:51 pm - More bus travel of doom...
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Welcome to your regularly scheduled transit ride.
For your misery today, we have some fine sensory distractions.
From the seat in front of you, your olfactory offer:
Man Who Smells Like He Has Never Wiped After Taking A Crap
AND
Heavy Smoker Dude With Severe Body Odor.
From your right, your visual component:
Hairy Butt Crack At Eye Level.
From the front of the bus, your auditory selection:
Many Unmelodious Repetitions Of Angry Screaming Toddler.
Extra Bonus (Not provided from the transit surroundings), tactile portion:
Beginnings Of Period Cramps.
We apologize for not bringing you taste revulsion in any way, but we only have so much to work with.
Enjoy your ride!
Your friendly neighborhood transit company.
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| Monday, January 12th, 2009
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5:41 pm - More bus stop drama!
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Waiting to catch the bus going home, I see someone out of the corner of my eye, seemingly trying to get my attention. Innocently enough, I turn to see what's going on.
Random Dirty Guy (hereby referred to as RDG) is trying to talk to me. 'Can you hear me?' says he.
Yes. Yes I can.
RDG gets closer. Can you hear me?
Uh.... yes?
I swear, RDG gets in my face (like a hand's breadth away from my face, honestly!) and asks how I am today? Waves of alcohol breath wash uneasily over me.
I was good (emphasis on past tense)... Seems to be one hell of a Monday.
He backs off a little (YAY) and says he needs two twenty. I decide to play confused and wonder out loud 'two twenty what?' which simply causes him to repeat two twenty, closer to my face.
In an effort to discontinue the conversation, I tell him I have no change on hand. This causes him to pout at me (complete with puppy dog eyes, or a reasonable facsimile thereof) and say 'Aww, don't say that!'.
I shrug at RDG and say 'Kinda late for that, I seem to have already said it.'
He's quiet for a moment, then gets close to me again, making random faces at me, somehow managing to look angry and confrontational with his tongue sticking out and his eyes crossed.
Perhaps RDG noticed my growing uneasiness, as he apologizes, saying he was only trying to make me smile.
Cue nervous laughter and half hearted smile on my part.
He smiles back, still really close to me, moving closer still to give me a hug. (Not the first time some random person on the street has hugged me, but certainly the more creepy of the bunch.)
He backs off enough to simply be in my face again, smiles at me while telling me I'm beautiful when I smile. Then he smacks his lips, letting his mouth hang open (and again with the waves of alcoholic breath). He does it again, looking at me with intent. 'Would you...?'
Would I what, I wonder? Mouth open, staring at me, oh no, RDG, please please please tell me he isn't wanting me to kiss him please please please...
I look up, and salvation. MY BUS IS HERE GOTTA GO SEE YA
Honestly. Why me??
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| Sunday, December 28th, 2008
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10:51 am - A half remembered dream...
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All I know is that it featured blood-thirsty Care Bears (No, really, EEEEEEEVIL Care Bears) that could turn into dragon-like creatures when sufficiently pissed off, lurking in dog houses on top of a mountain in the distance, complete with cliche thunder and lightning ... and my sister and I were safe because we were inside watching TV. And I was having my period.
If anyone wants to figure out the dream meaning of this sucker, be my guest.
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| Tuesday, December 2nd, 2008
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4:01 pm - More amused than I aught to be at the final result
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| Saturday, November 1st, 2008
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1:37 pm - Unhappy Hallowe'en
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Day started ok. Work was good, had cake (too much chocolate cake), managed to avoid most of the other festive offerings (whether or not that's a yay is anyone's guess), went back to the hotel for a bit (yay Stefan), then wandered off to the Partay!
Alas for me, I came down with a case of technicolor yawns and therefore had to be taken home just as the party was about to start. I tried to be ok, really I did, but mind over matter just was not working. Grr.
So I was miserable for the first part of the night, making mad heroic dashes to the bathroom to worship the porcelain gods (Honestly I didn't have anything to drink at the party. Really.), and feeling frozen. Many thanks to my darling sister for insisting I leave and rest. It was the right decision.
Just as I was maybe starting to have things ease up on me and I was getting a decent chunk of sleep, THE FIRE ALARM WENT OFF IN THE HOTEL. WTF.
As far as I could gather, it was a case of false alarm coupled with an inability to shut off said false alarm. So a small portion of people (Really, is that all there were at the hotel? Small crowd) were bumming around the lobby, more and more annoyed. Took at least half an hour for them to get the alarm to not alarm anymore, complete with a few false ends of a few minutes... you never know how annoying something is until you get those few seconds of blissful silence, and then it starts up again and all you can think of is 'Why?!?'.
And then? Sleep. Oh sleep is good. And today I feel mostly ok, though a little tired and weak from sporadic sleep and lack of food. But that's to be expected.
(Why does this usually happen to me on a weekend?)
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| Tuesday, September 30th, 2008
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11:39 pm - Bus conversation
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I forgot to tell about this yesterday, but whatever. I overheard a conversation going on behind me on the bus whilst on the way homewards. It went as follows for about 5 minutes:
Did you know in European countries, there are busses for old people? Seniors. Get their own busses. In Europe. European countries. They have seniors busses just for old people in those countries. The countries in Europe. Busses that old people ride. They're faster, those busses in Europe, because they just have old people riding them. The busses! In European countries! Old people ride them! Just for the elderly! In Europe! Old people! Europe! Busses! BUS EUROPEAN OLD PEOPLE EUROPE BUS BUS OLD PEOPLE FASTER EUROPE ELDERLY OLD PEOPLE ON THE SENIORS BUSSES IN EUROPE
*EPIC FACEPALM*
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| Wednesday, September 24th, 2008
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6:38 am - Oh what a creeple-y morning...
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Ok, so I took the bus to work this morning. Been doing this for a week and a half, complete with obligatory stop at Timmy's. Things are going normally, SiblingGirl gets on her bus, and I start walking to work.
Some guy starts walking in the same direction as me, waiting for the light to cross. He says good morning, and to be polite I reply in kind.
This seems to be his cue to launch into chatty friend mode, going on about how early it is, and oh my gosh I stopped at Tim Horton's too, and oh I don't want to go up on scaffolding 25 feet in the air to clean windows somewhere in the vicinity of past the university because he's hung over.
Yes. Hung over. He told me that at least 3 times. Worried that he'll fall and stuff because of teh hangoverz.
Next, I was asked where I worked (I said around the convention center area. Like I'm going to be specific) and what my name was (His was Vern. Verne? I didn't ask about spelling.)
So far, so good. No overly creepy vibes from this guy, just overly friendly and cheery at 6am, not drunk and dirty and smelly or whatever. Though hung over. Apparantly.
And then. He asks me what I'm doing over the weekend? Crazy partying? Nah, just a birthday party, nothing crazy. (Why is he asking me this, he's at least 15 or 20 years older than me, he couldn't possibly -) Wanna go out for dinner? (OMG BECKY HE WENT THERE!)
No, my weekend is full. Really.
You seem nervous about that, got an old man or something?
(THANK GOD, AN ESCAPE CLAUSE) Yes. Engaged. Sorry.
Sorry? I'm not sorry. You're the one who should be sorry, dear.
(Dear?!?) Uh, yeah, that's why I said I was sorry??
Thank goodness we walked past City Place at that moment, as that seemed to be where he caught the bus. He said goodbye, see you around, complete with that touch-on-the-shoulder-from-a-friend gesture.
So glad to be at work now. As crazy is work is, I don't have unknown old men hitting on me at 6am here.
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| Thursday, July 31st, 2008
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11:30 pm - omgwtfbbqpants
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| Monday, July 14th, 2008
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10:25 pm
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Ah, Folk Fest.
A picture may be a thousand words, but I think there are some things pictures just can't convey. Like drumming. Constant Drumming That Never, Ever Stops. I still wonder when (or if) those people ever sleep...
Feet sore, in need of more sleep, a little sunburt here and there, lots of rain and colder weather... and yet I'd do it all over again. Lots more fun than I thought it would be.
Pictures? Eventually. Maybe. When I get around to it. (keep bugging me about it so I don't forget, ok?)
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| Wednesday, June 25th, 2008
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6:41 pm - Stupid teeth...
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Worst thing you could hear your dentist say?
Runner up is "Oh dear" in a worried sort of tone.
The winner? "Riddled with decay".
(Thank heavens for dental insurance from work. I needs it.)
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