somebody’s watching me

Okay, you leurkers – come out of the shadows. You’re freaking me out.

There’s been an extremely noticeable spike in hits over the last few days, and I have no idea where you’re all coming from. It makes me feel like I really ought to say something witty and debonair, but now that the pressure is on I’m feeling a little gunshy and hiding behind the green lamp in the corner.

I’m enjoying the laziest of Sundays, with a little bit of productivity now and then. I organized the linen closet in the bathroom, I’m thinking very seriously about a shower, and I’m sure there are several books I could be reading. I like days with ambiguous plans.

That was neither debonair NOR witty, but if the glowing red eyes over there in the corner would come out and say hi, I’m sure I could be interesting again.

it’s your lucky day

Today is a lucky, lucky day.

Unfortunately for me, all I feel is an oppressive weariness. I am so very unnaturally tired – much more so than the usual “not a morning person” kind of tired. I can’t help but wonder if I’m coming down with something – perhaps a raging case of mono due to all that making out I did – but I have never been more glad that today is Friday and I have no plans until around 3pm tomorrow. I plan to spend most of the time between 5pm and the aforementioned following-day 3pm naked, in bed, with cats and books and a DS. It will be very, very good.

How tired am I? So tired that I’m wearing a hat.

Now that’s tired.

Come to think of it, spending 080808 in bed WOULD be very lucky. I wonder if there’s any way I could pull it off.

So hey, it’s tattoo time again. The piece I want is text – 8 (or 10, if I mod it a little) words in three lines. Where should I put it? I’m way too tired to make this decision for myself, so I’m leaving it up to the internets. Decide where my ink goes, please. I’d like it to be somewhere readable by me and also by people who don’t get to see me naked on a regular basis, so that should narrow it down a little.

And .. go.

appropriate thoughts for hump day

Do you ever wish you had a more .. salacious past?

My own wanton past is nothing to sneer at (unlike my wonton past, which was really too salty and overcooked), but sometimes I wish I had taken more .. liberties with people. Especially when I was younger and completely oblivious to my own sexual charms.

I know the popular saying is “if I had known then what I know now”, but in my case, I think that knowledge would have NOT kept me out of trouble but rather have led to a great deal more nudity in mixed company.

Are you ever too old to indulge in your filthy, lustful daydreams?

On that note, does anyone want to make out?

vaseline gremlins

We seem to have a Vaseline Gremlin in our apartment. Somehow the jar of Vaseline in our medicine cabinet was removed and placed on the bathroom counter, where it sat for the entire day. I didn’t put it away, but when I asked Ed later that night why the Vaseline was out, he didn’t know and hadn’t seen it – it was back in the cabinet. Spooky, and somewhat greasy.

In fact, the only plausible explanation I can come up with – other than the Vaseline Gremlin – is that maybe Ed’s parents went through our medicine cabinet and took out the Vaseline while trying to peek into our secrets (which, for the record, are kept in my nightstand in the basket on the first shelf and please just do not look on the second shelf, ever).

Usually Vaseline would be a mild source of titillation, but that’s just not the case here. For starters, I know so much better than that. I didn’t spend a week taste-testing various lubricants to settle for an oil-based petroleum jelly, and no one in our household needing any sort of personal lubrication would need not fear as we boast a healthy – some might say abundant – assortment of water-based and silicone lubes for your slippery pleasure. I don’t even know why we have the Vaseline. I think it came free with something. Frankly, the Gremlin is welcome to help himself to it.

It was a busy weekend. Ed’s parents are visiting BC for the first time ever, so we crammed a week’s worth of sightseeing into two days. They’re out exploring on their own today, and we’re doing dinner tonight before they make their way back to Edmonton tomorrow. Showing them around town was a blast, though. We did a lot of things we hadn’t done before or just take for granted that it’ll always be there so we can just do it later – taking the Aquabus from Yaletown to Granville Island, for example. That can be a pretty crazy experience for someone who’s never even seen the ocean before, so I’m glad we did it. In fact, I think it’s something we need to do more. I love being on a boat, even if it’s just a tiny little tug taking me across the harbour.

Sometime soon, I need to measure all the boys.

poor neglected blog

I go one day without an update, and I feel guilty. Not as guilty, perhaps, as the person downstairs singing pretend opera should feel – but guilty nonetheless.

I haven’t decided if my commitment to updating is dedication or a crutch.

Regardless, more words coming later and they will be big ones, like symbiotic and haberdashery.

old timey blog

I’m manually adding Delicious Juice Dot Posts from March 30, 2001 until October 30th, 2006 to a subdomain of this website. Manually, as in by hand. I’ve been at it for almost 2 hours now, and I have March through June of 2001 done.

If I add these posts at a rate of one month per night, it’ll still take me over 65 days to do it.

I think I may have to work faster.

Still, I’ll be glad to have my archives online again. They’re horrible and embarrassing to read, but where else am I going to go to find out what I did on February 23. 2003?

I’ll give the URL once I get a little more content added. It’s not perfect – pictures won’t import, and text that linked elsewhere no longer does anything. As well, I used to update by hand so each post was manually date and time stamped – on days where there were more than one post, I got lazy and shoved them all into one update for the day. So no, it’s not perfect at all. Hold off the crazed villagers with flaming pitchforks; I’m doing what I can.

so. many. words.