GTI

mmm, dinner of Mac and Cheese and hot dogs or sausages... you'd think we planned it or something.

Later in the evening, watching a game of Euchre (which I still don't know how to play) I spotted N's cigarette case, I'd just finished telling him about my dream the night before, and as I held the case I thought out loud "see, now here's another reason to start smoking" ** "It's so pretty, and shiny... I have no excuse to carry something like this around with me."
Then I spent the next few minutes trying to come up with reasons to have one of my own. At first I thought I could cake the whole thing with foot butter... and have it on hand for whenever it was needed... (also works well for chapped hands) ... and then it came....
From dear sweet FgH... "you could put some worms in it". "Like that episode of the Simpsons"

"well, I already pocket compost" hippie crush of Lisa's says, as he pulls out a handful of worms and decaying fruit...

I laughed.... HARD.
I'll admit... I'm thinking about it.... it would be a lot like that sea monkey watch I had in university- the one that had the bubble dome on it, so I could bring REAL LIVE sea monkeys with me to class...

hmmmm

** I am not smoking. I'm just infatuated with it.

k... now it's getting creepy

So I was going to do two posts tonight.. one to talk about yesterday's meeting with the mayor... and the other to talk about my worms... because I'm fascinated by them.
I decided to take a brief detour around the interwebs... and decided that in fact... Natalie Dee IS stalking me. And I couldn't be happier.

I WAS going to write this::

Well, the worm experiment is going great. I had a nightmare about them last night- someone had stolen the bin... and left me with a small box of leaves.. and 4 small wrigglers. This upset me... so for the rest of the dream, I chased after the person who had stolen them- through a full high ropes course- including one of the obstacles where you have to climb over a flashlight and a shoe. Because... uh... everyone knows that's the hardest part of a high ropes course? (whatever, leave me alone.. it was a dream) The dream ended with me smoking a nice cigarette. I'd love to be a smoker in real life. I never will be, but I have this thing... where I should be one.

Anyway, the worms... I love them. I open the bin like... 4 or 5 times a day. That doesn't seem like much, but when you factor in the fact that I'm only home 4 hours a day... well.... I might have a problem.
They smell so great.
Like fresh turned earth.
Three days ago I fed them a small scoop of bunny poop (as recommended by Ilex) it's nearly gone. Too cool. I have an abundance of bunny poop. I'm glad to have a place to put it.
Tonight- a small handful of potato and carrot peelings- they're going to need new bedding by the weekend.
I'm going slow on adding food stuffs to the box. I have a pretty small group of worms- but I was assured they'd be multiplying if they liked the set up. No one's tried to crawl out yet... I think we're doing ok.

That's what I was GOING to write.
BUT... instead... I'll just post this....




Sir Craps A-Lot... a la Natalie Dee.

oh stewart

I was just sitting in my car.
Mulling over the things that have happened in the past 24 hours, when Stewart came on the radio and started to list the top ten words he has a difficult time pronouncing.
I started to compile my own list, pleasantly surprised to have a few words in common with the well spoken man.. words like "probably" and "raspberry".
And it was while I was listening to his list, making my own, I started to think about what I'd write about... or rather.. how I'd write about what the day had brought.
That was when it happened.
My brain started to channel the voice of Stewart Maclean.
Lining up words.. as if Steward himself.. were speaking them.
I turned off the car.

Then I started to get out of the car, gathering my belongings, lifting my backpack out from it's spot on the front seat onto my lap- and whacked myself in the nose with my keys.
That's when I knew.
It didn't matter what had happened during the day...
the only thing I was going to remember about today was the fact that I couldn't stop sneezing.

more falsies

I've got my pantaloons on. How about you?

False Monday Bunday

caged.. but surrounded by clover goodness... the landlord has forgotten she has a lawn to cut!

oops

Sooooo,
it was a long weekend here in the 'Burg deep in Canada.... and I only just realized that tomorrow isn't Monday.
Today was.
And I nearly forgot to come here... to work... tonight... because I spent most of the day thinking it was Sunday.

Bunday will have to be tomorrow.

Wish me well though, I have a meeting with the Mayor to fill her in on GTI tomorrow afternoon.


I love long weekends.
Especially those spent entirely with people I love, visiting, sharing, laughing, crying.
Turning the computer off on Friday night helped to keep it ....
I'll turn it on tomorrow.

Bethfield is out gallivanting tonight trying to convince Bruce Cockburn to come to our little town- to our little festival.
if anyone can do it.....
Ps. Our super awesome Catherine is opening for him tonight!

kudos

ok, honestly, I'm thinking that maybe Natalie Dee is following my blog and posting comics inspired by....

well, maybe not, but nearly every week there's one that fits SO perfect....

D, you called it.

I'd like to dedicate this fine announcement to "he that called it".




you're right... I am more than likely taking a picture of a rabbit... RIGHT now.

I got my worms today.
of course, I'll be posting pictures of them... there may even be a worm'd Wednesday in the near future.

(an aside, I may have altered the picture, but it was an amazing self portrait by "he that called it" you should check out his work sometime)

#987 (getting closer!)

At one point in time, I'd found a second to breathe and went to a sacred harp shapenote singing.
(check out this site for info)
Singing makes me breathless... not in the way where there's no way to breathe, but in the way that a harmony can knock the wind right out of me... I think I've talked about the "ache" before.

Resolutely Outmoded found this quote, and while I think it was more directed at the shapenote tradition, I think it is fantastic.

“Get enough people singing weird harmonies at the top of their voices and you
start feeling a little sorry for the devil.”
- Joe Dempsey, Washington City Paper

wild cat on the loose

no really.

there's a big cat on the loose in the 'Burg, and no one seems to know where it is.

Yesterday as I got into my car, I threw my backpack in first (as I always do).
BUT as it was thrown, it caught my necklace hanging from the rear view mirror...
and it snapped...
releasing : one elephant, a giraffe, zebra, cheetah, lion, and a tiger.

At this point... the tiger is still on the loose.

Anyone who finds the animal is warned that it is extremely cute and may cause dizziness. Contact me immediately.