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so where’s Superman?

27 Saturday Sep 2008

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curiouser and curiouser, nescience, people scare me, politics, wank wank wank

I saw Batman walking along the inner harbour this week. Little Miss Redhead screeched at The Peon and I so we came rushing to the front to see this dude, in full Adam West Batman gear walking down the street. She started freaking out and I turn to her and say:

“This would be weird if we didn’t have Darth Vader playing the violin on the corner every day.”

“What?!” she screeches (she seldom does anything quietly) “You’re kidding me!”

Nope. So not.

I live in the best city evar.

In other news, there ought to be a bylaw about aggressive sidewalks. They really should not leap up and bite people. Seriously!

*Sigh* I have been wading in politics this morning (between bouts of editing and ‘oh crap people are home’) because it’s nearing voting time. And I must say I’m rather sick of the whole “so and so is a wanker, vote for me instead” crap that seems to be a large part of the process. Seriously folks, get a grip and no, it really does not make me like you any more than I like your opponents.

I am the first to say that I am pretty naïve when it comes to the machinations of nations. I say this because I got into a fairly heated debate yesterday about the appropriate action, or rather, reaction, to terrorism. Granted, if I were in a position where I, or people I cared about, were the victim of a random act of violence I can’t say that retaliation would not be my immediate response – retaliation in the sense that one would hope to prevent further random acts of violence. And short of turning everyone into enlightened and transcendent beings, well, that might be the only viable course of action. But at the same time, I can’t shake the ‘two wrongs don’t make a right’ attitude. I’d like to think that there would be, could be, alternative solutions. (This is part of the reason I shied from journalism – there is a bias, no matter the intention to be otherwise.) Problem being: both sides believe that they’re in the right and that the other is in the wrong. Both sides believe so passionately in their respective causes that reason is not an option. Neither side trusts the other to hold with their treaties and contracts because they are so alien in their belief systems and behaviours that talk is merely that. Talk. So with these parties all convinced that they’re right and everyone else is wrong, they take more and more extreme measures to achieve their goals. And that, my friends is some scary shit.

I still don’t condone war. I still don’t think that it is any one country’s responsibility to police others, that was what the UN was originally formed for: i.e. in order to prevent a conflict as horrific as the last World War. I suppose that’s where my naiveté shows through the most: that I think things should work as they were meant to. I’d like to believe that the basic human nature is one of compassion and that it merely gets twisted by circumstance and thoughtlessness. I cling to these ideas because to do otherwise would suck. Read: I’d be more of a cynic than I already am. (And no, I don’t mean Cynic.)

Regardless, I’m nescient of the subject as a whole and this bothers me. And because of that I’m going to do some more reading. Be careful folks, I just may pick your brains on the subject too. (Insert evil laugh here.)

listening to: Punk – Ferry Corsten (if you follow the link, be sure to check out the policeman video too.. seriously, who thinks this shit up?)
eating: perogies, Canadian style
drinking: Pepsi
reading: World of Wonders – Robertson Davies (no more political sites, that’s for sure – at least for now!)
word of the day: nescient
craving: let’s say chocolate – though some crazy dancing, a few shots and a good snog might be the ticket – or not. I blame the music. (Ha!)
feeling: a little more rested, but not caught up
headspace: dystopia

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Bus stops are good for more than just the bus – apparently

30 Saturday Aug 2008

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I had to go back to work last night to do the month end stuff that I usually end up having to do, and so, accordingly, I hoofed it down to the bus stop to catch the more frequent number six.

Because I’d been home and had showered I was wearing jeans and a funky tank top and my hair looked almost party-good, if it hadn’t been for the wind. (seriously, add some heavy eye-liner, a leather jacket, excessive black and silver jewelry and one might have considered me an aspiring rocker chick of some sort.) J asked me who I was going on a date with, which made the kiddo giggle. I told him it was none of his business, but he had a lot of money, which made her laugh even more.

When I arrived at the stop I noted that there was a couple waiting near the schedule sign, so I smiled at them as I leaned over to see when the next one was coming.

“It’s late,” the guy said and I looked up at him. He was smiling as he said it, so I smiled back and thanked him. The girl smiled at me too and I nodded. He was fair-haired and pleasant to look at, she was slight and dark, with large eyes.

“It’s always late,” I say. It doesn’t really matter though because it comes so frequently. It was cold and windy, so I paced a little, more to keep warm than anything. On my way back towards where the couple is standing he waves his cell phone at me.

“Hey,” he says. “We’re getting a cab, do you want to split it?”

“Thanks, but no. I haven’t got any cash on me.”

“We’re going the same way anyway. That’s not a problem,” he says, waving the cell phone dismissively.

“I appreciate the offer,” I say. “But I’ll be alright.” In all honesty I like the wind and had been thinking about walking downtown to enjoy it.

“We’d really like it if you’d come with us,” he says.

Did I hear him right? I look at their faces and yes. Yes I did. He’s smiling, this sort of half-pleading look in his eyes and she, well, she looks like she could eat me alive. The cab pulls up then and I smile back.

“Maybe another time,” I hear myself say as the cab pulls up. He nods, but winks at me anyway as they climb into the car.

“You bet,” he says.

***

In other news: I wrote! And am writing still! That, at least, feels good.

The Kid is registered for High School and things are, well, they are.

listening to: Arcane Voices – Amethystium
reading: The Other Boleyn Girl – Phillipa Gregory
word count: 1481 (considering that the goal was 500… woot!)
eating: pasta salad
feeling: amused
headspace: cluttered

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and in this evening’s news…

02 Monday Jun 2008

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So.

(I should really stop starting my posts with that word.)

I took the job.

I pondered it. I made the pro con list and waffled and worried and basically gave myself a stress-induced migraine, but I took it. I’d have to train, or help train my replacement anyway, so why not get paid for it?

Of course, today was a complete write-off because of said migraine and accompanying nasal hemorrhage. I did not get the things done I should have got done when I should have got them done. If that makes sense. And of course, because of that, the Whirlwind took the opportunity to tell me how crappily I was doing. That is one thing I will not miss.

Anyway. It’s going to be work – but it is temporary. There are things to do still, but I think the extra income might just allow me to get ahead. (Har.)

An update on the soup adventure. After sifting out the bones and drinking in the scent of soup J decided that it needed noodles. So he went down to the store but couldn’t find any noodles and so he brought home some black rice. In it went.

The soup turned purple.

Yes. Purple.

It smelled good, so I took a bowl but to this minute I can’t tell you what it tasted like. I kept having to taste it to see if it was ok. I ate the whole bowl that way. So. We have learned two things from this project. One: leave the veggies out until you’ve taken out the bones. and Two: No black rice.

Because I think it tastes like borscht. I think.

listening to: Synaesthesia – Andromedia
eating: steak
reading: Flesh and Spirit – Carol Berg
feeling: overwhelmed
headspace: ok, now where does this go?

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