Friday, September 29, 2006

Hurray it's Friday! And another bonus, is that I have nothing planned for the weekend. It harshes my sloth when I have too many things to do.

I need to start eating right (and normally) again. Is it Fall that is causing me to eat so poorly and piggishly? I swear, don't come too close to me because I shall eat you. I hearby swear that I will begin to eat properly as of today! (and look up some new recipies, and buy groceries and make some meals. No more junk!)

I must say though, we Canadians may have fake money and fake Emmy Awards, but our fake spinach is not covered in e-coli! So there! I had a delicious harvest stew this week with CANADIAN spinach (made by Peter, of course).

Speaking of food (still), when we were visiting Pete's mom in Nova Scotia, she made us "Blueberry Grunt". It's a traditional Nova Scotian dish that we totally fell in love with it. I got her to teach me how and write out the recipe and I'm making it for Christmas dinner dessert. It's warm blueberries stewed with a little sugar and some spices over dumplings. The only drawback is that everyone has blue teeth afterwards. There can be no smiling with approval. Maybe that's why it's called Grunt... cause that's all you can really do.

Well, the other Fallish thing to do is to start reading a good book. I think I found a good one to kick off cocooning season. The Thirteenth Tale, by Diane Setterfield. It's all Jane Erye, gothic mansions, thunderstorms and family secrets. Perfect! It has great reviews and interestingly, this is the author's first book.

I think next on my list might have to be: Special Topics in Calamity Physics, by Marisha Pessl. One reviewer said her writing was a cross between David Sedaris and Dave Eggers. Whoa. That's like being "the new Bob Dylan". We'll see.

Any other suggestions?

p.s. An addendum to the above eating proclomation. This does not cover Gingerbread and/or Pumpkin Spice Lattes from Starbucks. Cause I'm totally getting one tonight after work.

Thursday, September 28, 2006

With Fall well underway, my instincts turn to sloth. In other words, watching TV.

This year I am bound and determined to find a good drama to tune into every week. Something smart and interesting with some black humour thrown in there. Law and Order original, I still love you, don't worry, but where are the Six Feet Unders... and Twin Peaks!? Remember that show? Out of left field and so creepy funny. Somebody save me and allow the snuggling under covers to begin. Anybody have any suggestions?

Boston Legal is a great show, by the way. I kept missing it last season because it starts at 10:00. But I want to make a better effort. It's so worth it. Shatner, how I love thee. I'm also giving Six Degrees a good try. Here's hoping...

Speaking of TV, Naughty Naughty Pets has been nominated for 2 Gemini Awards! (the Canadian Emmy's). As if we didn't already know Wendy was a star (as we all put our collector edition pets in protective plastic wrap).

Have you tuned into the Wardrobe Remix pool at Flickr? People take a picture of an outfit they are wearing that (they believe) has turned out quite well. I find very few ideas, but I do get a kick out of it. Especially the people that put on a Gap Shirt with Gap pants and Gap shoes and a Gap belt, oh... and maybe a bag from Payless just to mix it up a bit. As if nobody else would have thought of that combination. (meow!)

Don't you just love the "Hi, I'm a Mac" commercials? Those two actors are my favorite! Here's a little interview with PC Guy--John Hodgman.

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Have you bought Bob Dylan's latest offering yet? Modern Times? It's fantastic and I'm loving it more every time I listen. Besides that, there's not many people with the balls (or the creativity) to rhyme "Sons of bitches" with "orphanages".

On a similar topic. Reading poems is a good thing to do when you can't sleep. I couldn't sleep last night. Anyway, I discovered this lovely poem by Auden (see below). It reminds me of something... hmmm ... what could it be?

If I Could Tell You W. H. Auden

Time will say nothing but I told you so,
Time only knows the price we have to pay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.

If we should weep when clowns put on their show,
If we should stumble when musicians play,
Time will say nothing but I told you so.

There are no fortunes to be told, although,
Because I love you more than I can say,
If I could tell you I would let you know.

The winds must come from somewhere when they blow,
There must be reasons why the leaves decay;
Time will say nothing but I told you so.

Perhaps the roses really want to grow,
The vision seriously intends to stay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.

Suppose all the lions get up and go,
And all the brooks and soldiers run away;
Will Time say nothing but I told you so?
If I could tell you I would let you know.

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

It's me! Just call me a blogger because I have arrived.

Sometimes I feel the need to reach out to friends and family, but it's 2:00am or when you and I should be working. Here's how we can do it! I can bore you to death and you can leave me comments!

First on the list of things to share: Oakridge Boys. They are coming to London and I'm going. I just spend 100 bucks on the Oakridge Boys. I guess Dad's are worth it. We'll talk about wardrobe options closer to the big night, because I already know I'll need help.

Shoes! So I pulled out many a hair and uttered many swear words trying to buy these cute cute shoes over the internet.

Surely to goodness I would never find them in a shoe store here in London, right? But nobody on the whole wide web wanted my fake Canadian money nor did they want to send them to my fake Canadian country. Finally, my wonderful friend Evi (shopping Queen AND American) was there to help. The shoes arrived and cuteness prevailed! However, not 3 days later while following Pete-o into a silly athletic store I would normally never set foot in... my eyes spy owl cuteness on the shelves amongst the Nikes! Oh well, I didn't need that extra 25 bucks spent on postage and exchange, anyway. Lesson learned here people: Don't be a store snob. You just never know what cuteness might be inside.

To continue with the cute theme, have you been to Cute Overload yet? As they say, "You'll barf a rainbow!" Go there, it will make you smile, I swear (and maybe even barf!).

Oh yes, and H&M are coming to London. Opening in White Oaks Mall. That's kind of good and gross all at the same time. Suburbia does not deserve H&M and we all know that my skin will melt if I have to set foot in White Oaks. What to do?

Let's summarize:

1. Me boring/annoying = you comments
2. Cute
3. Cuter
4. Thoughtful dilemma