vampires, helicopters, north vancouver

I hate it when I’m watching TV and something comes on that I don’t recognize. After my cartoons were over, a movie started playing. It was a Marvel Comics movie, so I watched the intro expecting my pop culture telepathy to kick in. After the Marvel logo, there was a desert – and then some army people and a helicopter – and then someone giving the helicopter the finger, and some sort of metal beast, and .. what the fuck is this, anyway. I called Ed over, and we kept watching. Okay, there are some explosions .. and a car .. and the North Vancouver train yard, complete with a Saskatchewan grain train that, at this exact moment, is about 3 minutes from my house .. what the hell?

Turns out it was the first few minutes of Blade: Trinity, which a) was apparently filmed down the street from me, and b) is a Marvel property. Then I turned the TV off. I don’t particularly care for either leather trench coats or the third movie in a series I’ve never seen, but it was neat to see my train yard.

not pictured: vampires; Wesley Snipes

justify my kimli

I’ve been stressing since yesterday afternoon about a Big Important Meeting with my boss that I accidentally missed. We had the meeting this morning, and SURPRISE! EMPLOYEE EVALUATION! Gah.

However, I am apparently awesome. The evaluation was glowing, none of my upcoming goals were a surprise, my boss is delighted with both my work and my pleasant odors, and I am just great. I work well with others! It says so in my review!

Take that, elementary school teachers!

Hah.

In other news, I saw a 6-storey Mr. Peanut on my way to work this morning.

I am not sure if I was hallucinating, or if it was real – it could have gone either way as I am now in hour 22 of a nasty localized headache. Everyone tells me it’s not a toomah, but what if it IS and it’s making me hallucinate giant corporate spokesnuts? I would not be surprised if the Michelin Man started waltzing through downtown Vancouver. In fact, I would welcome it.

My head hurts.

Also, Ed loves me. I know this because yesterday when I was feeling terrible he went to the post office to pick up my gay porn. Any man that would voluntarily fetch his wife’s extreme hardcore gay homosexual man-on-man porn collection without protest and with a smile is totally a keeper.