Monthly Archives: August 2008

paying the price

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Last night the gang went to Whytecliff Park in West Vancouver for an impromptu picnic. While we were there, we were treated to some of the most beautiful scenery seen since .. well, since the last time we went outside (as is the fun when living in Vancouver; almost everything is spectacular). Many pictures were snapped, including this one of mine that is my new favourite:

Click on the image for the big – there’s kissin’ going on! Total chance shot, so hooray for me. I like it.

Today, however, I am paying the price for my outside-going ways: mosquito bites. They were out in horrible numbers, and we were attacked by the blood-thirsty beasts. Last night before bed I counted 20 bites on my lower left leg alone, and today I keep finding exciting new itchy spots. It sucks, because I have no control when it comes to not scratching. I’m also allergic to bug bites, and will swell up and turn horrible colours when bitten. I’m very uncomfortable today, so please ignore my squirming.

SO. ITCHY.

mystery box of delight and wonder

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I got the mystery box (actually more of a mystery package) at work today:

New toy! It is very, very cute:

It is also quite compact:

Hooray! I can’t wait to try it out. I’ll have more pictures later as well – I actually do own a first generation 30GB Zune, the ones that were sold in the US only. The new Zune is smaller all around by a VERY large amount; it’s less than half the size of the original and seriously I could never listen to 30GB of music all at once anyway.

Excited for new toys!

And thank you, Jan! :D

ed’s secret

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I don’t know what’s more baffling – that our obnoxiously loud neighbour was convinced that Ed lived with our Building Manager Scott, or that she was confused because “how can two men live together??”

Wow.

dainty feminine allure

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I fail at Housewife.

We’re seriously low on groceries right now, but neither of us felt the call of external food. As well, delivery just seemed like too much hassle and expense. I prowled through our cupboards looking for something that might serve as dinner, when voila! Jackpot! Eureka! Buried way back in the freezer under a layer of mystery meat and corn – FISH STICKS!

I did a little more freezer spelunking and came up with an unopened bag of crinkle fries. Hell yes! Tonight we would eat as kings!

Quite pleased with myself, I set about preparing the feast of a thousand hams fish particles pressed into stick shapes. Though we may be poor, we are rich with condiments and not only would there be ketchup for our meal, but tarter sauce. Truly, these are prosperous times.

This is where the fail comes in. Yes, I am fully capable of making many-course meals that are delicious and satisfying. However, fish sticks are neither of those things. Well past the 25 minutes at 425F, I made multiple moves to take our meal out of the oven – only to determine that the wobbly, greasy, pasty looking lumps of fish and/or potato would best serve more time basting in the heat.

Eventually, things in the oven stopped moving and dinner was declared ready. We dished the greasy, undercooked yet somehow still burnt blobs onto our plates, liberally added salt and ketchup and tarter sauce, and .. could not eat it.

It was rank. Beyond rank; it was almost offensive. I don’t know what kind of fish these sticks were made of, but I would wager a guess of bottom-feeding algae suckers not meant to be consumed by anything but drunken frat sharks during Pledge Week.

For the first time in our wedded life, Ed declared the meal offered up from my kitchen as wholly inedible, and threw the entire mess away.

If not for my freshly Lysol’d lady parts, our marriage bed would have been a cold place indeed.

Fish sticks suck.

mystery package

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There was a FedEx delivery slip on my door when I got home from work today. I have no idea what it is! I definitely have a list of things I’m waiting for, but everything I’ve ordered was shipped by regular post. What is coming to me via fancy delivery? I do not know! Did anyone send me a present? Ooh, the anticipation!

I like getting things in the mail.

I wonder if this package will contain plastic rape toys.

perverted plastic

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I love Japan. I want to go there very soon and immerse myself in the people, the culture, the ambiance, the sights and sounds, and everything I can soak up. I am giving serious thoughts to taking a Japanese language class so I can not only be able to ask for the bathroom when I visit, but also maybe understand even a lick of the video games I keep importing from oversees. Japan is awesome.

That being said, holy mother of god:

When I order things from my favourite source of Japanese things, I usually grab a couple of cheap random toys. I have a soft wet spot for both gashapon (capsule toy, similar to what you buy in vending machines here) and blind box items. With my last order, I picked up something called “D.G.P. Yami no Kanata Non Scale Pre-Painted Gashapon toy” – how bad could it be?

Now I know.

Well then.

*ahem*

Oh dear.

return of the bitter ugly girls [bug]

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This is just heartbreaking. On behalf of all girls with chubby faces and uneven teeth who were told “you’re perfect, but ..”, I welcome Yang Peiyi into our ranks and encourage her to continue being awesome. Fuck the pretty girls – they’re a dime a dozen, but real talent is hard to find.

The little girl who starred at the Olympic opening ceremony was miming and only put on stage because the real singer was not considered attractive enough, the show’s musical director has revealed.

I’m a cold, cold person, but my heart just aches for the singer. Can you imagine being chosen over literally billions of others to represent your country on the largest stage on the planet – only to be told that you’re being visually replaced because you’re not pretty enough? What kind of monster would do that to anyone, let alone a 7 year old child? Holy shit. I am beyond disgusted, and perhaps also having flashbacks.

He said the final decision to stage the event with Lin lip-synching to another girl’s voice was taken after a senior member of China’s ruling Communist Party politburo attended a rehearsal.

FUCK those guys.

one more thing

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As seen on the back of a car during my commute this morning:

“Real Cowgirl’s want more than just an 8 second ride”

Let’s count the things that are wrong:

  • Darlin’, you’re in a Mazda 6
  • .. driving to downtown Vancouver
  • with nary a horse, hat, boot or bale of hay in sight
  • “Real Cowgirl’s”? Really? Perhaps instead of that eternal ride you’re looking for, you could re-take 4th grade grammar

The entire thing just filled me with snarky amusement, is all.

indisposed

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I’m in training at work for the next two days, and I suppose I should pay attention. As a result, I’ll be a little less verbose than usual – I know, it’s a damn shame. I suppose I could live blog this thing, but staying awake may be an issue here, let alone being witty on demand.

Thank goodness for expensive toys and caffeine.