While my intentions were noble, the lack of a handy computer and/or reliable wi-fi or 3G access meant my posts were lacking in existence. I’ll make up for it though, by giving stuff away. Does that work?
I’m due to be at brunch in 45 minutes and I am naked and wet all over. Pictures and a recap post coming later today!
I probably shouldn’t have stayed up until 3am watching a Bones marathon on Showcase. I am tired.
I took Thursday and Friday of this week off for PAX, but our plans changed slightly due to Ed’s coworkers beating him to the vacation request punch. Since he has to work today, I gallantly decided that I would wait for him so we could drive down together, even though it means missing the first day of the event.
I’m not so worried about missing a day – there’s a definite limit to how much “other people” I can take – but I AM worried about the fact that this is a long weekend; the last one before everything goes back to normal, and we’re going to try to cross the border at 6pm on a Friday night.
I’m packing rations and supplies for an army – we could be in line for HOURS. I hope that isn’t the case – I will be seriously grumpy and pointing tiny fingers at Ed – but there’s not much I can do about it, so I will cope. Admirably, even. I am such a trooper.
Even though my original plan of “leave Wednesday night” didn’t manifest itself, I opted to keep the Thursday and Friday I had already booked off work. For one, the craziness starts on Tuesday and I would like to be as rested as I can be, and for two I had a million things I needed to do before we left. So, instead of relaxing yesterday and today, I’ve been running around like a madman, being all productive and junk. This is not relaxing at all. I want a do over!
I did have some fun, though – I met Gina for lunch, and she is totally awesome. I’ve already invited her to my entire September calendar of events, so I’m sure she’s terrified of me and looking for an excuse to get out of being drunk with crazy strangers in the middle of hobo country, but it’s alllllll good. I also dropped off the Delicious Juice Bag o’ Mystery (yes I’m aware the name changes every time I mention it; it’ll get an official name soon) to August’s winner, Dale – he lives 6 minutes from me, so I thought I would take the scary route (I’m terrified of people I don’t know, yet look at me being all social with strangers!) and hand-deliver his present full of random things and the Voltron print.
There are four things left to do on my list, including a doctor’s appointment for a refill of sanity and an emergency cat food purchase. Then we shall hit the road for adventure!
I’m not bringing a computer with me, but I’ll have my camera and will try to update some variance of Twitter, Facebook, or the site. Full recap will be posted on Monday!
I forget – are pants mandatory for conventions?
Oh, and check out the back of my new business card:
i am a very sober woman
This’ll make people take me seriously as an Important Local Blogger, right? *snort*
Who was the genius that thought wrinkles and zits at the SAME TIME was a good idea?
Fuck that guy.
Blah blah Team No Babies blah blah kids are dumb – but I swear to god, I almost felt my ovaries twitch when I read this:
A harbour seal reportedly leapt from the water and dragged a five-year-old girl off a dock at a marina in West Vancouver on Tuesday, according to the child’s father.
He initially thought his daughter’s hand was broken because it was badly swollen and bleeding with four large puncture wounds at the base of her wrist.
The little girl was traumatized and taken to the hospital to be treated for the puncture wounds, but is otherwise OK, Cunningham said.
After the incident, she told her father she thought it was very rude of the seal not to ask if she wanted to go for a swim, and she doesn’t want to feed the seal or be its friend anymore.
SQUEEEEEEEEEEE! SO MUCH CUTE !!
*pant pant*
Okay, all better now.
Every day before I leave the house for work, I present myself to Ed and ask how I look. It’s not a fashion thing, as he doesn’t get to tell me what to wear – we have wildly dissimilar tastes, and if I let him have a say in my wardrobe my life would have a lot fewer sequins and my feather boas would never get any love. The entire “how do I look?” routine is merely a precautionary measure – he makes sure I’m wearing pants and my shoes are on the right feet, and I am comforted knowing that I pass mustard.
This morning, though, Ed said something to me he’s never said before:
“You look professional!”
Sadly, it’s true. I look like I work in a high rise office building in downtown Vancouver – which I *do*, but still. I’m positively .. appropriate, and it’s kind of making me sick. The boobs are covered – the pants, while denim, are elegant and stylish – there’s a cardigan involved – and I’m wearing HEELS. There isn’t a trace of glitter on my face, and my hair looks recently combed. Who is this person, and what has she done with the real me?
My metamorphosis can be rather easily explained away, though: it’s Laundry Day, and we’re at Alert Level Fuchsia. I literally have no normal clothing left that I could wear outside a ballroom dance competition or a ditch digging party. If we don’t take laundry in tonight, I may have to go nude at PAX.
The heels weren’t entirely necessary, though. The cut of the pants is such that if I don’t wear an elevated shoe, I all but disappear in a wad of fabric and hair. With the (admittedly fabulous) addition of a 1.5” heel, I gain visible feet and a straighter spine. These things will do me no good at all when I inevitably catch my foot on my flapping pant leg and go sailing headfirst down the stairs, but at least I look presentable when I am standing perfectly still.
I will be glad when my regular clothes come back clean.
And so my Hard Knock Month has begun. Before I both dive into work and drive the other way, here are the highlights from my Sunday:
It was an awesome day.
bubble wands are the greatest thing ever
tarantino directed this scene
by the power of grayskull
*bubble noises*
I am incredibly excited about today’s Bubble Picnic. I don’t care if no one else shows up (although who will eat my peanut butter and jelly sandwiches?); I am fully prepared to fill the West End with colourful, awesome bubbles by myself:
i may have gone overboard
FUN! The picnic is pretty much an open invitation: If you’re in the GVA and have sleeves, you are welcome to stop by and blow. Look for the scooters in the parking lot and the short round girl giggling under all the bubbles: that’ll be me.
It’s going to be a busy day, which’ll be a nice contrast to yesterday’s pile of nothing. Shan and I are off to see RENT tonight – yes, again – for our third viewing. Tonight’s show is the closing performance, so we’ll have seen the opening night – a show in the middle – and the last performance. What can I say? I love RENT, and the Vancouver show has been wonderful. I think I’ve managed to convince a fair number of people to go see it both here and on Twitter, too. Hooray!
I’m off to make some sandwiches now! PB&J is excellent bubble eatin’.
It’s a little late in the game to worry about how I represent myself with my words, but here we are.
I’ve been contacted about potentially being interviewed for a magazine article about something I have a great deal of experience with: my vagina. The article isn’t about MY vagina per se, but about them in general and some of the metaphorical issues contained therein. I’m excited about this for a variety of reasons:
I’ve been chatting with the author via email, and she said she would be reading my blog to get familiar with me and my experiences. Well, if I wasn’t nervous before, I sure as hell am now.
Every once in a while I try to step back and read through my blog posts with fresh eyes. I’m always curious as to what other people see when they read my words; if they paint a picture in their head of what I might be really like in person. How do I come across? Do I make a good impression? Would you hang out with me, or would you hide your children and silverware?
I didn’t start writing for other people, but that’s a big part of going public with my life. I really do write for myself – it’s cathartic and it keeps me sane – but I often forget that what I dangle out here can be just .. too much, some times. It doesn’t bother me (although it sometimes bugs Ed), mostly because I don’t think about the impact my words might have to anyone other than myself. It feels good to tell you guys things. Sure, sometimes there’s controversy – I know how upset some of you got when I said I hate Kraft Dinner – but I’m a real person, and not everything I think and say is innocuous or wholesome or politically correct 100% of the time. Human beings are waffly by nature. We don’t have PR teams keeping us in check.
Whenever someone tells me they’ve been reading my blog, I immediately think about what I’ve posted recently. What will they think? Did they come here because I reviewed opera and suddenly find themselves face to face with Fleshlights and gooey cheese fingers? It’s been over 8 years, and that momentary flash of panic I feel when someone says “hey, I read you!” is as strong as ever.
It’s just so weird being me. I am not at all afraid of sharing my vagina with the world, but I’m terrified that someone might read about my fear of sandwiches.
For the record, what you see is what you get. I’m a little quieter in person until I’m truly comfortable, but this is me. I’m inappropriate and cleavagey and I could go on for hours about things I feel really strongly about, both fun (scooters and video games) and righteous (marriage for all and abortions for some [miniature American flags for others]). I make grand leaps in logic and giggle at anything that could be even the slightest bit dirty. I say completely random things that make perfect sense in my head, forgetting that not everyone can see what goes on in here and how my shouting “we could put the broccoli in with the puppets!” fits in with the silent conversation I just had with myself. I talk like I write – complete with dashes; semicolons – and I try to keep it real. Weird, but real.
I think I just want people to like me, but not at the cost of my true self.
I’m working on my calendar for September, and I have serious doubts about my ability to survive. We’re rolling out a new internal system at work, and as the sole trainer and documentation person, it’s all on me: I have to train the entire company in the first three weeks of September. This is, of course, in addition to my three OTHER large projects that are rolling out in the same time frame. Oh, and each group I’m training will be using the system in a different way. Let the games begin!
I seem to have had some sort of premonition about all this, because I had booked off some vacation time months ago in preparation for various exciting things (PAX and our anniversary). As a result, I somehow managed to wrangle myself a month that has not one 5-day work week in it. Ha! Take that, productivity!
I’m fairly optimistic about the entire thing. I’ll feel even more so once my training presentations are done, but I’m working on that as we speak (I love you, alt-tab). I choose to be upbeat about the whole thing – it would be really easy to whine and bitch about it, but I do so love a challenge and man oh man will I have a(nother) excellent point to bring up when I discuss my missing raise with HR. More chickens, please, or the CRM gets it.
Plus, there are so many good times coming up! Ed and I are going to PAX this year, and we’ll be leaving on Friday the 4th. I’m taking the 3rd and 4th off to relax and get ready – I had originally planned to leave for Seattle on Wednesday night, but a) that is too early and b) I need relaxing time, not “impose myself on the Suttles” time. The following Monday is a holiday as well, so there’s another 4-day week. Hah!
September 21st is our 7th anniversary, and since we didn’t do anything last year because Ed was in Edmonton, we’re taking a mini-trip this time. We both have the Friday/Monday off, and we’re driving to Portland on the 18th and staying here – I can’t wait! I loved Portland when we passed through it on our way back from San Francisco; this time we get to explore the city for a few days and stay at what looks like an awesome hotel. WHEE! International humping!
By the time everything is done for Phase 1, it’ll be time for us to fly to Edmonton for Thanksgiving for 5 days or so: just long enough for me to recover and stuff myself silly with donairs before it all starts again for Phase 2.
Oh boy do I ever need more chickens.
Dale McG of Vancouver, BC!
I pulled all the names off the page and randomized them all, and Dale’s name came up to the top. Yay Dale! If you cannot or wish to not fulfill your duties as Miss America the prize winner, it will be sent to the runner up. Send me a message on Facebook with your contact info, and I’ll get your Mystery Box o’ Love in the mail this week!
This is so much fun. Delicious Juice Box o’ Love: Anniversary Edition is coming in September! :D
