See! iPad fondling!

canada's boyfriend; my ipad (and my boob, and ling the awesome!)

In this picture, I appear to be trying to eat the planet. Hot!

AWESOME BOOT PATROL! @leahgregg, @derek_weiss and meeeeeee

Hey, Got Craft is tomorrow – if you’re in the neighbourhood (Commercial and East 5th, at the Legion) stop on by. Miranda has awesome pretty things, and I have drawers of porn:

ask to see the dirtiest button of all!

Ed gave me an early present yesterday:

pretty pretty pretty

magic love hello kitty!

Yay!

Um, that’s about it. Porn and nerd toys. You so wish you were me.

They say that good cheer is infectious, so if anyone is in need of some happy they should come on over and soak me up.

I’m in a really good mood; the kind where I’m sitting at my desk grinning happily at nothing in particular. It’s all bubbles and giggles over in my corner, so you’ve been warned – I’m kind of obnoxious at the moment, but I am too happy to care.

Last night I went to the mall and bought a big pile of clothing for our adopted family. It was really fun trying to think of what someone else might like – I picked up some really cute things that I hope they’ll enjoy. I spent more than I had intended and bought things off the wish list that weren’t on the cards I took, but so what. With Friendmas is up in the air, I really only have one person to buy presents for (and he makes it really hard to do because he sucks) – so my overflow need to shower others with gifts will be applied to the family. They get things they need, I get to go shopping for presents, and I bank a little bit of karma – it’s win win all around.

The weather looked promising when I woke up, so I dressed warmly (go go plaid docs) and rode Lola in to work. I managed to snag an invite to the CBC Open House Tweetup to meet Canada’s Boyfriend, and my scooter would provide an easy way to get there and back without worrying about travel time. I’m really glad I went – I didn’t realize this until after, but this was likely the first event I had been to without dragging any of my crew along. That doesn’t sound like much until you realize that I went to a large event filled with strangers with no safety net planned in advance – and that is huge.

The Tweetup was *awesome*. I met so many cool people, saw some old favourites, and George himself fondled my iPad several times. After donating to the Food Bank, I wandered around for a bit before I had to come back to the office (where there were two packages waiting for me – hooray!). It’s gorgeous outside; a perfect winter scoot – and I am just .. content. A little hungry, but content. Stuff is good. And inside my head, it’s just awesome.

vroom vroom

The only thing worse than posting IRC or MSN logs might just be posting Twitter logs. So, here you go!

It’s, like, totes true. The stuff I make publicly available is shocking and ripe with scandal – the things that would require uncovering are painful and boring. It would be page after page of stuff like this:

From: Kimli
To: ed@rodeoclowns.com
Subject: what up

I drove the car to work today. Wanna go get cat food after work? Figured we could use some wet.

K

OOOOH! BURN!

Being open is not for everyone, but it sure is fun.

This could be the worst or greatest idea I’ve ever had in my life:

I know you’re supposed to check your boobs/balls frequently for any lumps or suspicious changes, but that doesn’t really work if you’re a melodramatic hypochondriac like I am:

“OH MY GOD I FOUND A LUMP I AM TOTALLY DYING”

“Let me see – where?”

“HERE! CAN YOU FEEL IT? I HAVE SEVENTEEN CANCERS!!”

“.. Kimli, that’s your nipple.”

I’d like to be vigilant about the early signs of cancer, but I am just not that bright. EVERYTHING feels like a lump to me, even things that are obviously not lumpy in any way.

So, someone ELSE should feel my boobs for me. If there is something to be concerned about, it would be apparent to an outside boob feeler – me, I’m very likely to dismiss it as my brain being stupid even if it had a little sign saying “get me checked!” (which I can’t actually do – thank you very much, Vancouver medical scene). I can bring in a neutral third party, have them feel me all over for things that might be scary, and THEY decide whether I should panic or if everything is just super.

Clearly this is nothing less than an awesome idea that will in no way backfire.

Who wants to be my boob feeler?

I thought about not posting today just for the sheer luxury of it, but my heart just isn’t feeling defiant right now. I’m kind of mired in a mild anxiety attack – I’m seriously stressing out about a bunch of stupid little things, and it is balls:

• Got Craft is on Sunday, and I’ve done nothing to prepare
• I’m waiting for a bunch of things to come in the mail and they’re taking their sweet ass time getting here
• My friend Chris is staying with us for a week and I’m worried he will be bored

I think the crafting thing is the biggest issue – I am utterly unmotivated to make anything, and that sucks. When I get home from work, all I want to do is nothing at all – the thought of hauling out my gear and making stuff is just not something I want to do. Tonight should help; I’m going over to Heather’s house and bringing some things to work on. She invited a bunch of us over to watch the ANTM finale, which I could not possibly care less about – but I think I need to get outside of the house, and spending time with awesome people will do that nicely. I usually craft while watching TV, but I haven’t been able to get in front of it for some time now (nor have I really tried, to be honest) so I am counting on tonight to be productive and good for multiple reasons. If I can crank out some product, I will be much less stressed about Sunday – but really, I will be glad when it is Monday.