~ Pins of Light got so many phone calls of LOVE last night. One guy was at the Langdale ferry and his 3 year old was grooving to our jams (which he called “beautiful” ha! take that nay-sayers!). And this hermit who lives alone in a cabin on the mountain listening to CHLY 24 hours a day called me his “favourite host” on the “best show on CHLY. “
~ After the show, at the Crow and Gate, when I asked the barmaid what dark ales they had on tap, she said, “Dark, as in colour?” To which I just agreed. But now I think maybe they had some sort of spiritually dark secret brew hidden under the counter I should have inquired about. It took Kai and I forever to get there because Petra taught me a crazy backwards way of getting there. Once we found, in the damp fog, the cemetery he used to be groundskeeper of we had our bearings. Later, Matt tried to fight a black swan but it wouldn’t have any of it.
~ Saw Chelsea at The Vault yesterday afternoon and, despite brandishing scissors, did not stab me. I guess I’m at least partially forgiven.
1. You hung out with?
Kai, Stephen, Carissa, Matt, Sophie.
2. You texted?
Emailed Andrew.
3. You were in a car with?
Kai
4. Went to the movies with?
Marie and Jenn
5. Went to the mall with?
Marie (if London Drugs counts)
6. Talked on the phone with?
Marie
7. Made you laugh?
Teen Girl Squad’s “Valentimes” short.
WOULD YOU RATHER…?
1. Pierce your nose or tongue?
No.
2. Be serious or be funny?
Sardonic.
3. Drink whole or skim milk?
Coffee.
4. Die in a fire or get shot?
Lethal injection
5. Spend time with your parents or your enemies?
Best friends.
ANSWER TRUTHFULLY…
1. Sun or moon?
Moon.
2. Winter or Fall?
Fall
3. Left or right?
WHAT?
4. Sunny or rainy?
Foggy.
5. Where do you live?
Terminal.
6. How many kids do you want?
1, maybe 14.
7. Do you want to get married?
It would be nice.
8. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it?
Can’t eat pasta.
9. How many kinds of cereal are in your cabinet?
No cabinets. All Bran on the shelf.
10. Do you cook?
I do.
11. Current mood?
Tired. Bored. Listless. Slight pangs of guilt.
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IN THE LAST 48 HOURS HAVE YOU…
1. Kissed someone?
No.
2. Sang?
Lots. Too much maybe.
3. Been hugged?
Yes. Not by choice though.
4. Danced Crazy?
Crazy. But not danced.
5. Cried?
Oddly, no.
6. Lied?
Only in song. And on the radio.
7. Loved someone you can’t have?
I don’t know. Maybe.
Mr. Dapper's Diary of Everyday Curiosities 
you hang out with petra now?
is she engaged?
kai was a cemetary groundskeeper!?
forgive you for what??
a metaphorical black swan?
~I invited her to the CD release party not thinking she’d actually attend.
~Don’t know.
~Yeah. Bwst jon ever!
~for singing songs about navigator sara in front of her and her friends.
~ a real black swan.
er… “best job”
what?!
you sing songs about me?
that in itself is news, but in front of chelsee? not nice. (wait, was that my fault too? heh, just kidding.)
Re: what?!
About playing scrabble.
Re: what?!
http://download.yousendit.com/C58370F85FD321CC
you hang out with petra now?
is she engaged?
kai was a cemetary groundskeeper!?
forgive you for what??
a metaphorical black swan?
~I invited her to the CD release party not thinking she’d actually attend.
~Don’t know.
~Yeah. Bwst jon ever!
~for singing songs about navigator sara in front of her and her friends.
~ a real black swan.
er… “best job”
the black swan didnt find him threatening, he took me on (the swan) and step locked me out of the car so it could get me.
it’s true, he wasn’t really “bringing it”
the black swan didnt find him threatening, he took me on (the swan) and step locked me out of the car so it could get me.
it’s true, he wasn’t really “bringing it”
You saw us yesterday too while you were walking from the Vault to CHLY and we waved and waved and waved and waved and waved and even honked and by the expression on your face I could tell you were thinking MMM good takeout coffee (or whatever was in your takeout mug) and oblivious to the world. I hope the drink was delish. We turned on your show in time for your insight about lipstick feminists.
I aparently did not see you, anonymice. I was thinking about avoiding the crack heads on china steps on my way back to the station. The coffee was decidely not “MMM.” And very hard to actually order as D was too preoccupied with trying to find his scissors for Kristjanne to acknowledge my presence.
That D has strange priorities I;ve noticed in my breif time, and in stories Bob tells me. Not that it matters much.
Too bad I was working late and missed your “insight about lipstick feminists”.
And I suspected that was who that song was about.
Uh-oh, I mean brief, and my that I mean, time spent at the Vault.
by that, by that I mean! Oh bloody hell, why’d I ever point out your type-os. OK, I will let myself make typing mistakes in front of you from now on.
I think D believes his coffee is actually worthy of waiting around for. After giving up on finding his scissors he actually chatted with two different people before pouring my coffee.
Ya Bob went in for a coffee, and they wre chatting a bit at first, then these two suits came in and D starting taking their fancey coffee orders over Bob’s head so he just walked out. D was like, “Oh, Bob, sorry what would you like”, and Bob was like “whatever”, so I like to imagine the story going.
I was about half a second away from just leaving without even saying “whatever”
All I said was “vegans who wear fur are like feminists who wear lipstick” in my usual “people who take any of these things seriously take life too seriously” manner.
That’s giving lipstick a lot of credit.
That was kind of my point.
But then again, if a group of women hadn’t taken feminism very seriously, women might still not have the vote. Sometimes, taking something seriously is a good thing.
Not having a vote is a damn serious thing (though do any of our votes really matter?) but whether or not a woman is a true feminist because she wears lipstick is not a serious matter.
You can’t eat pasta but you can eat All Bran?
lipstick is sticky, smelly and stains things. That was not stated to prove my feminist-ness. My son sews and wears pink high-tops. That was stated to prove my feminist-ness.
But does he acknowledge the colour pink?
Actually, pink is one of the few he always seems to get right. Yellow and orange are interchangable, though, no matter their intensity, and green is usually either grey or brown, though sometimes actually green, and he can tell the difference between green and red, and yes, passed the colour test. Like I said, it makes no sense to me, hence my theory that it’s pure rebellion, or more likely still, just caring more about other things to be bothered with petty colour labling.
I was also thinking about it. Maybe he IS colourblind but can pass the dot tests because he’s PSYCHIC.
You know ever since he was very little he has sometimes started talking about what I’ve been thinking about. Makes me be careful what I’m thinking.
Well, when he looks at me I’m convinced he’s scrutinizing my soul, so yes. I believe it.
It’s complicated. It’s not a gluton allergy.
You saw us yesterday too while you were walking from the Vault to CHLY and we waved and waved and waved and waved and waved and even honked and by the expression on your face I could tell you were thinking MMM good takeout coffee (or whatever was in your takeout mug) and oblivious to the world. I hope the drink was delish. We turned on your show in time for your insight about lipstick feminists.
I aparently did not see you, anonymice. I was thinking about avoiding the crack heads on china steps on my way back to the station. The coffee was decidely not “MMM.” And very hard to actually order as D was too preoccupied with trying to find his scissors for Kristjanne to acknowledge my presence.
That D has strange priorities I;ve noticed in my breif time, and in stories Bob tells me. Not that it matters much.
Too bad I was working late and missed your “insight about lipstick feminists”.
And I suspected that was who that song was about.
Uh-oh, I mean brief, and my that I mean, time spent at the Vault.
by that, by that I mean! Oh bloody hell, why’d I ever point out your type-os. OK, I will let myself make typing mistakes in front of you from now on.
I think D believes his coffee is actually worthy of waiting around for. After giving up on finding his scissors he actually chatted with two different people before pouring my coffee.
All I said was “vegans who wear fur are like feminists who wear lipstick” in my usual “people who take any of these things seriously take life too seriously” manner.
That’s giving lipstick a lot of credit.
Ya Bob went in for a coffee, and they wre chatting a bit at first, then these two suits came in and D starting taking their fancey coffee orders over Bob’s head so he just walked out. D was like, “Oh, Bob, sorry what would you like”, and Bob was like “whatever”, so I like to imagine the story going.
That was kind of my point.
I was about half a second away from just leaving without even saying “whatever”
But then again, if a group of women hadn’t taken feminism very seriously, women might still not have the vote. Sometimes, taking something seriously is a good thing.
Not having a vote is a damn serious thing (though do any of our votes really matter?) but whether or not a woman is a true feminist because she wears lipstick is not a serious matter.
You can’t eat pasta but you can eat All Bran?
lipstick is sticky, smelly and stains things. That was not stated to prove my feminist-ness. My son sews and wears pink high-tops. That was stated to prove my feminist-ness.
It’s complicated. It’s not a gluton allergy.
But does he acknowledge the colour pink?
I was also thinking about it. Maybe he IS colourblind but can pass the dot tests because he’s PSYCHIC.
Actually, pink is one of the few he always seems to get right. Yellow and orange are interchangable, though, no matter their intensity, and green is usually either grey or brown, though sometimes actually green, and he can tell the difference between green and red, and yes, passed the colour test. Like I said, it makes no sense to me, hence my theory that it’s pure rebellion, or more likely still, just caring more about other things to be bothered with petty colour labling.
You know ever since he was very little he has sometimes started talking about what I’ve been thinking about. Makes me be careful what I’m thinking.
Well, when he looks at me I’m convinced he’s scrutinizing my soul, so yes. I believe it.
Save me a cd. Wish I could have made it. Film fest second show went okay. I think I look like a magician in my new avatar, which is awesome.
By “magician” I think you mean “4th level mage.”
Uh, yah. That’s where the real magic is at.
Save me a cd. Wish I could have made it. Film fest second show went okay. I think I look like a magician in my new avatar, which is awesome.
By “magician” I think you mean “4th level mage.”
Uh, yah. That’s where the real magic is at.
what?!
you sing songs about me?
that in itself is news, but in front of chelsee? not nice. (wait, was that my fault too? heh, just kidding.)
Re: what?!
About playing scrabble.
Re: what?!
http://download.yousendit.com/C58370F85FD321CC
Ahaha I just realized you don’t know who anonymous was b/c I did not tell you. Sorry Anyhow I should have been at Sew and Tell but we got back to Nanaimo just a little too late. (If I’d had my knitting with me I would have jumped out of the car when we saw you, but sadly I forgot it.)
If I wear lip smackers does that make me a lipstick feminist?
Ade
I was 90% sure that was you based on diction and sentence structure.
I have no idea what lip smackers are. Sounds like candy. It probably does.
Ahaha I just realized you don’t know who anonymous was b/c I did not tell you. Sorry Anyhow I should have been at Sew and Tell but we got back to Nanaimo just a little too late. (If I’d had my knitting with me I would have jumped out of the car when we saw you, but sadly I forgot it.)
If I wear lip smackers does that make me a lipstick feminist?
Ade
I was 90% sure that was you based on diction and sentence structure.
I have no idea what lip smackers are. Sounds like candy. It probably does.