Sometimes

I'm feeling a little low tonight.

Sometimes you think that you want to get to know people, and then you realize that maybe it's not that important.

Maybe I'll have to commit blogger-icide. I nixed my facebook account because it was boring, and I'm thinking that I should nix this thing because I'm expressing too many feelings.....and feelings just get annoying after awhile.

Bah.

facebook-icide

tonight I:

1. saw the smashing pumkins.....I can't even begin to explain all of the levels that is wrong on.

2. I commited facebook-icide. I am free!!!!

3. Wrote to a really old friend that I've recently re-connected with about the show as it was fitting and timely. We are old enough to have been friends BEFORE the internet was invented.

More later on all of the above.......riveting I know!

RIP Trifective

One more thought before bed.

I enjoyed reading trifective for over a year now and was sad when the author felt it time to call it quits. Elaine Corden wrote Band Geek in the Westender, the only piece of writing I found in Vancouver (when I first moved here) worth getting my fingers all ink stained for. The first time I read one of her articles I laughed out loud and felt like I had made a friend in a city where friendships are not easily made.

It was such a pleasant surprise that we ended up living as neighbours in the Crosby building two years ago. We did indeed have much in common, important things like a soft spot for the stone roses, grilled cheese sandwiches, and genmaicha tea.

I just want to say thank you Elaine! Thank you for writing things that most people don't have the courage to express, and for doing it in a really funny way. Thank you for keeping East Van honest!

my dreams this week

1) I was going to a dinner party where I knew the host was serving burgers made out of his ex wife. I was an investigator and I was trying to get a burger back to the crime lab for testing.

There were all of these people at the dinner party eating hamburgers all over this giant, old house and none of them knew they were eating the hosts ex wife except for me. I tried to use the washroom to hide in, but the door wouldn't shut.

2) I can't remember number 2 anymore, but trust me it was weird! Like last month when I had a dream where I had to go to Dracula's castle to get my pants....black Drykorn pants. Dracula was this guy Stuart that works for the Canadian distributor for Drykorn. I was sneaking around the castle in an attempt to try to retrieve my pants wearing one of those god awful denim skirts that are made out of old jeans. I woke up before finding my pants.

I impart wisdom unto you

1. mean is funny
2. stupid is also funny


So far I got the stupid funny down like a second language. I'm still working on mean and I'm confident that with enough determination I will get there.

hugs and kittens
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things to do before I die

Have a baguette in Paris.I'll probably also have a cordon bleu and an espresso while I'm there. Oh, and check out the Louvre.



have a clam bake, but only people I like can come.




Perform a comedy routine on stage for a room full of strangers that I'll never have to see again.




Have sushi in Japan.....perhaps not made by a cat...but it's pretty cute...look, it's annoyed!

Bolsheviks for Elaine

As per Elaine Corden's request here are a couple of Bolshevicks.



Here's on I'm not entirely sure about...are they saying that the Bolsheviks got away with disposing of the Romanovs by using Scot Tissue Towels?




I'm not saying that Lenin looks like a giant phallus and that the world atlas behind him looks like a pair of balls........well actually that's exactly what I'm saying.

Anyone out ther read cyrillic? I think it says "workers of the world unite and bring me some caviar".