My beloved second-hand yellow and purple Fluevogs are in dire straights – the heart-shaped heels are broken and keep coming off. Clearly, my only option is to buy some brand new Fluevogs!
Actually, I really want THESE. And these. In fact, I could get them both for less than the price of a new pair of Fluevogs and then I would be the coolest girl in the universe.
How horribly tempting.
WOW – check out this bouquet of “flowers” my co-worker just got!
yum!
My performance review is in 4 short hours, and I am nervous. I am, however, dressed for success:
I hate waiting for my inevitable doom.
I chopped all my hair off yesterday. I’m feeling a little better about the colour – turns out it wasn’t so much the drastic change I hated but the fact that I looked like hell. Now it’s short and somewhat cute and I am not startled by the black when I catch my reflection. I’d take a picture, but I’m feeling spectacularly unphotogenic today so just use your imagination.
According to some new “shock research”, women who drink more than three cups of coffee a day will get smaller boobs. I can’t decide if I should laugh at this, or go to Starbucks.
There’s something a little sad and depressing about filling out a form that asks you to “tell us something about yourself so we can get to know you”, only to have the form spit out an error when you click submit. I’m sorry my personal information isn’t good enough for you, volunteer form. I will try to be more exciting in the future so you do not look down on me and give me bright red errors saying that I’ve done you wrong.
I think I need a muffin.
Also, the conversation below the cut amused me.
When Procter & Gamble bought Clairol in 2001, one of the first things that went away was the signature “gives you orgasms!” marketing campaign of the Herbal Essence shampoo line. On one hand, I was glad – it was frankly annoying to hear fake orgasms every commercial break during prime time. The flip side, however, is that I suddenly find myself in possession of 26 bottles of Herbal Essence shampoo – and NOW I miss all those orgasms.
I will have the cleanest hair EVER, even if I have to make my own orgasms.
I am not greedy, though. I will share my orgasms. If you would like to try some fancy new Herbal Essence shampoo and you are in Canada, let me know – I will send you a coupon for a free bottle. If I had less class I would stage some sort of orgasm-related contest, but .. frankly, I just do not want to go there.
I know, write me a haiku. If you want free shampoo, write me a haiku about orgasms. First 14 entries can email me their address, and I will pop a coupon in the mail for you.
And .. go.
There’s a deep and meaningful art display in the window of a snowboard shop in West Vancouver. It seems an artist is Making a Statement with his sculpture – it’s a peace symbol, made of plastic guns and grenades.
.. except the artist didn’t place the downward stroke of the peace symbol. Instead of a peace symbol, he made the Mercedes logo. Out of plastic guns. And called it “Peace”.
He could potentially be making a multi-layered statement about cars and guns and consumerism, but it is much more hilarious to think that he plain fucked up and no one caught it.
Puzzle Quest: Galactrix is not as good as the predecessor. This is unfortunate, and makes me go “boooooo” because I was really looking forward to the sequel only to discover it’s kind of stinky. I may have to set it aside for now and tackle Dragon Quest V instead – I want to finish it before Grand Theft Auto: Chinatown Wars comes out, and the launch date is in two short weeks. It’s a good thing I have no life whatsoever, because I have a lot of video games I need to finish.
I am attempting Rainbow Sock Tuesday again, this time without toes. The last experiment ended sort of badly – I had a terrible Tuesday, and I got really sick – but I have hopes today will be better. My socks are jolly. How can today not be excellent?
I just came to a very unsettling conclusion that does not bode well for my future.
As far as weekends go, I’ve had better – this one had far too much Crushing Disappointment for my liking.
We managed to pry ourselves out of the house for breakfast with the Gang on Saturday, but the rest of the weekend was spent in solitude. It was certainly not the plan, but I guess we just needed some down time after last week’s turmoil. I am resolved to have some Good Times this week though, and my weekend is actually looking to be pretty insane – a party on Friday, OPERA on Saturday, and brunch Sunday followed by the Lo-Fi Scooter Workshop (weather permitting).
I’m attempting my most ambitious Event Planning to date with the Scooter Workshop. Spring is coming fast and furious, and we know a lot of people who have expressed interest in buying a scooter to move around town on the cheap. Since the 6 of us have 5 different scooters between us and a lot of knowledge, I came up with a brilliant plan while I was dying at Northern Voice: we could hold a WORKSHOP!
Next Sunday after brunch, we’ll be gathering in an abandoned lot somewhere with our scooters and inviting people we know to come down to check them out. It’s pretty much the only place you’ll ever get this kind of variety, since our 6 scooters have three different manufacturers and a handful of different price points. We’ll be on hand for questions and demo rides, all in (relatively) safe pressure-free environment – no sales people, and we certainly aren’t making any money off this (although please feel free to bring us drinks). I really hope the weather cooperates, because I’m very excited about this. I love talking about scooters, I really want to increase the size of our scooter gang, and best of all – I GET TO MAKE A FLYER!
The event is up on Facebook – if you think you might be interested and are not a scary stalker or axe murderer, look me up to request an invite (or leave a comment here).
SCOOTERS!
I updated my Nintendo DS page (added a bunch of games, ranked several others, numbered the list so I could be properly horrified), then updated my Currently Playing list. I was a bit startled to note that the last time I updated the page was March 1st – exactly one year ago. I’ve played dozens of games since then, but got a little lazy with the sharing. While I am confident that you a) do not care and b) forgive me, I will still endeavour to make it up to you.
I think I’m going to have to turf the “Recently Finished” section, though. While I’m sort of sticking with my self-imposed video game diet, I finish WAY too many games to review each one. If anyone is really curious about what I think of a particular title, just ask me and I’ll wax some poetry in your general direction.
Now I’m off to return some shirts I bought that are not low cut enough for my liking (seriously), and do some groceries. I know – my life is enviable.
When I got home from work on Friday, I saw something sparkly in the lobby of our apartment building out of the corner of my eye. I leaned in for a closer look, and was amused to note that it was a tiny shiny silver heart – a piece of confetti. Someone had a party in our hallway, and it was very festive.
As I headed to the stairs, I saw more hearts. There were more than a few – in fact, there were a trail of tiny silver hearts heading right up the stairs. I followed the breadcrumbs, and was startled to note that the trail of hearts led right to my apartment door.
Three scenarios immediately popped into my head:
The real truth is never, ever as exciting as it plays out in my head.
It turns out that Ed opened a seemingly innocent envelope that we got in the mail, and was horrified to discover the thing was booby-trapped with an enormous amount of blue glitter and silver hearts. It got *everywhere* – his clothes, his pants, in his helmet, and all over the carpet. He went upstairs, dropping confetti with every step and left the envelope outside our door because he didn’t want to bring the glitter into the house. Personally, I would have loved a confetti party all up in the living room – it would have been so very entertaining.
Okay, I was tagged with this meme on Facebook but that is not how I roll so I am doing it here instead:
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