03 February 2012

Dear Oz,

Every time you procrastinate on your thesis, a Tea Partier is born.

Love, Ellie

02 February 2012

Bad News

The union that drives buses and ferrys here in HRM is on strike as of this morning. A really good examination of the issues can be read here, for those of you interested in unions and worker's rights.

If I didn't have my car, I'd be facing a 75 minute walk and I live close to work, relative to most people here. Most people in the city are banning together and carpooling or selling rides (one guy on kijiji was charging $10/person/day to go into downtown Halifax). The CBC has a rideshare map up, which gives a good idea of the number of people needing rides, and the distance that metro transit usually covers.

Good news?

I just finished writing to Michelle in an email that we haven't really gotten Winter here yet, and that living in Halifax has lately felt like living in a perpetual Spring, when I saw this:

I'm hardly one to take rodents at their word. I generally interpret their movements as their usual drive to do whatever necessary to crawl up into my bed and eat my hair while I sleep, but I think this time the rodent is right. But instead of "early" spring, the caption should read "more" spring. I mean, the spring potholes are already out. I might as well pack away my snowshoes and get out my raincoat. Who am I fooling? I never even packed my rain coat away.

Dear Oz,

Every time you procrastinate on your thesis, a baby penguin dies.

Love, Ellie

31 January 2012

I'll watch this. For two reasons. 1. Ed Harris as John McCain. 2. It's written by Jonathan.



 Also, when will I learn that the internet really does have everything? I give you the 82-page Fuck Yeah, Paul Gross! tumblr.

28 January 2012

20 January 2012

Nightmares

Because I'm one of those annoying people who is always telling other people about their dreams, I'll tell you about two nightmares I had in the last week.


The first took place in the great room at my cabin. I was there with my dad, and there was a trail of ants under the table, maybe about 6-10 ants marching in a line. As they marched around they got bigger. I asked dad what they were and he said they looked like carpenter ants. By this point they were big enough that we could see wings. They actually looked like cockroaches as they got bigger. They kept growing and I was freaked out, I ran from the chair I was in and onto a couch in the corner of the room.  At this point they were about a foot long, they had shiny, hard-plastic-looking white heads with black eyes. One leaped from the floor and hit me in/landed on my face. I screamed and tried to push it off, and that woke me up.


The second nightmare took place in a nondescript lobby somewhere.  I was with Alej and a childhood friend Angie. The ring finger on my left hand had a stiff joint and I couldn't  straighten my finger all the way. I held up my hand to show them, and before our eyes my entire hand started to swell. It happened really quickly and we all freaked out and Angie got on her cell and called an ambulance. As my hand swelled, it almost seemed to shrink, and my nails got longer, as if the pressure from the swelling was forcing them out. It freaking hurt too, I thought my skin was going to split open. All this happened over the course of a few seconds and I jammed my hand under my other arm because I couldn't stand to look at it. I woke up then, and my hand was tingling. It was gross and disturbing. Fucking nightmares. 

18 January 2012

Come on!



What did I just say?

And the story is about Ontario and Quebec! Is Quebec "Western" Canada now? I mean, yes, it's West of parts of Canada, but there's a whole lot more West beyond it. Maybe all of Canada is Western Canada now, with the Maritimes being Eastern Western Canada, BC being Western Western Canada, and the various Territories are Northern Western Canada.

New Plaskett

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