Holy. F^&k.

Or, Things Worth Waiting 6+ Hours In the Rain For:

My crappy ass camera took this yesterday. I'm not even using the zoom.

Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me

More to come...

I'm writing this at the airport

...but I'm not posting it until I'm back from my trip. I'm really paranoid about advertising on public forums that my home is empty and will be for some time. But, I wanted to write about my driver to the airport. A while ago there was a groupon (technically, a Team Buy) for a discounted ride to the airport. It is not cheap to take a cab to the Halifax airport, so I bought the coupon and used it for my ride today. The driver (named....wait for it.....Leslie) called 10 minutes before he was supposed to arrive and asked where my street was. Then, after parking in the middle of the street to let me in and load my bags, he proceeded to take a wrong turn off my street and didn't seem to notice that we were driving away from the most obvious route to the highway. I mentioned that we were on the wrong street and he turned in the direction of the correct street, but when we reached it, he still proceeded to the non-obvious highway entrance. Based on that, and the fact that he was driving an American car (i.e., speedometer in mph, not km/h) I'm guessing he's new to our fair city.

But that's not even why I'm writing about him. I'm writing about him because he is perhaps the worst self-professed vegan ever. In his defense he described himself as "85-90%" vegan, in that a couple of times a year - for special occasions - he likes to gorge on seafood or a steak. Nothing says "Happy Birthday To Me" like betraying your own personal belief system!  He then went on to describe vegans as people who don't eat things with faces, or stuff that comes from things with faces. So, he's a vegan that eats scallops and urchin roe (and possibly lobster). I mean, sure, they don't have faces per se (although scallop and lobster have eyes), but they're still living, gas-exchanging, reproducing creatures. Just because they don't have features which are easy to anthropomorphize doesn't mean they're vegan-friendly.  Oh, and he also told me about how he used to catch sharks and pay some guy to make them into dog food.

Clearly, the English language needs a new word for all of those people who call themselves vegetarian or vegan but still eat animals. "Hypocrite" is already taken.

08 July

HaliMouth, this is Summer...

  ...she's a bitch, but she doesn't overstay her welcome.

It was such a glorious weekend here. Canada Day was beautiful and Saturday too. Today we tried to go to the beach - four beaches actually: Martinique, Lawrencetown, Rainbow Haven, and MacCormack's:

My idea of housework is to sweep the room with a glance.

Today Deb & I were email-talking about how we hate cleaning and I shared the above sentiment with her that I got off a postcard but have since adopted as my personal philosophy. Then I was over at my old place tonight, doing the insane final clean-out, and I had the following thought: I could never kill myself by sticking my head in an oven. It would be too much like housework. 

Did you notice I was gone?

 I've been uncommunicative lately. I've been busy: I had almost two weeks of field work, then I started a new job, and then I moved apartments. I haven't finished unpacking yet, but I do have my bookcases assembled and organized. That's the most important thing. Below are two pictures of my books in alphabetical order by author's last name. Each pile represents one letter.

The more geeky among you will notice that (hey! my foot!) this isn't a normal distribution. Not that you'd expect something organized alphabetically to follow a normal curve. There are three distinct peaks, though, at C, M, and W. The strong C cohort is make up primarily of my Couplands. M, I think, is just a common first letter for surnames, and the Ws are mostly my Whartons. Not pictured are my non-fic. I only have about half a bookcase of non-fiction and their system of organization is far more wishy-washy.

I don't have anything else of note to share. Oh, but if you get a chance to see a show called Garth Marenghi's Darkplace don't pass it up.

The End

11pm was my limit, I gave up and went to bed. But the Canucks lost, which I saw coming ever since Oz told me they would lose. I'm glad the play offs are over. Now I can shave this beard.

Second Period

Oh - no! I don't want to watch Don Cherry. Sweet Jesus. What is he wearing? I know, I know this is his thing, this is what he does: he's Canada's Elton John circa 1980s. But...this? Is awful.

It sounds like this Thomas guy is really good. Maybe I should be cheering for him. I find the commentary hardest to follow when they use other sports metaphors in their hockey commentary.

Do Vancouver homes have bomb shelters? I think people are going to need them tonight after the 'nucks lose and civilization collapses.Maybe it doesn't translate well to my tiny computer screen, but shouldn't the audience be more batshit crazy with excitement?  Shouldn't giant, beer-bellied grown men be overcome by hysteria in the aisles?  Shouldn't they be weeping with joy just for being this close to a Cup? Or, like me, have they already given up?

Did that Bruin dude just squirt "home" water on the ice? Surely they aren't allowed just to pour water on the ice? 

Bruins are leading by 2 now. I'm starting to get tired, I probably won't last much longer. The Bruins seem good - why didn't they win this series before now? Although, it looks like the Canucks are trying now.  Not that it's going to matter, the Bruins are leading by 3 now...

The hockey players want to run,they want to hide, they want to tear down the walls that hold them inside

I'm watching The Game. Part of it, at least. They played U2 right at the beginning and got my attention.  It's already 9pm here and dangerously close to my bedtime, so I might not watch the whole thing.  I'm moving on Saturday and I've already packed my TV, so I have to stream the game online. Not ideal,  but so far there hasn't been any skipping, so it might work out. Oz, I was going to call you but my phone isn't working. Based on what you've taught me about the Canucks, I fully expect them to lose.


I should be honest. I'm not even watching the game. I'm listening to it while I type this, and check my email, and catch up on my favourite blogs, and look at new releases on Amazon (new Elizabeth Hay!). But listening to it is useless when you don't know any of the characters names. I only know Maxime Lapierre, and I'm supposed to hate him because my BFF said he's an ass. This would make much more sense if I was actually watching. Maybe I'll try that for awhile...

Awww! Puppy!

I think this is making the Facebook rounds, so you might have already seen it, but I would be remiss if I didn't share.