I got most of my Christmas shopping done today.
That’s not important, though.
What IS important is that I got new Docs.
Hell yes.
Off to Amanda Palmer 2.0!
Also, the Cans for Comments Extravaganza ends tomorrow at midnight – please leave a comment on any post and for your efforts I will donate one can of food to Vancouver’s Food Bank!
Last night’s Amanda Palmer show was fucking amazing.
The best part? I get to do it all again tonight.
The show went until almost 1am – Amanda played for over 2 hours. It was just awesome. She is by far my favourite of all the music people.
I’m getting ready to leave for Seattle (by which I mean I am about 10% ready and 50% packed and do not know where my pants are). I’m seeing the show again tonight with Ali, then spending Friday with her doing girlie stuff. I’m really looking forward to it, not in the least because I get to see Amanda Fucking Palmer again and holy crap she is just awesome.
I somehow managed to take 387 pictures, about 15 of which actually turned out:
It was a great show!
Okay, I really need to track down those pants and get my ass on the road. I have a fairly good idea of the stops I want to make along the way, and the majority of these places would frown upon a fat naked Canadian strolling through the crowds like her dollar isn’t worth only $.77.
For the last two weeks, there have been two mysterious bundles attached to beams on opposite sides of the Lions Gate Bridge. They’re strapped to a post overlooking the water, wrapped in black plastic, and have an ominous antenna poking out the top.
Maybe I’ve been watching too many alarmist news casts on CNN, but these bundles freak me the fuck out. Someone should email Jack Bauer and have him take a look. I bet they’re BOMBS! Bombs planted by TERRORISTS! Terrorists who HATE FREEDOM and also the NORTH SHORE!
When I drove by the mystery bundles this morning, I noted that they were still there and still terrifying – but someone had wrapped yellow caution tape around them that read “ALL CLEAR”. That’s good, right? That means someone looked at them and decided they were harmless?
Or maybe that’s what the terrorists WANT us to think! They are trying to lull us into an uneasy sense of security, and what is more secure than a large bundle wrapped in black plastic with an antenna sticking out with a bright yellow label saying it is ALL CLEAR? I sure feel safe now! Move along, nothing to see here!
Seriously, though. What the hell is in those bundles, and why do they look so scary. This is doing my overactive imagination no good whatsoever.
Today my shoes do not match:
sexy!
Please take pity on me by leaving a comment – there are still 3 days left in the CANS for COMMENTS Extravaganza! Leave a comment! Feed some people! I like exclamation point! Hooray!
My feet always hurt. For those of you just joining us, here’s why:
this is not normal
This picture was actually taken during the good old days, when my feet only mostly always hurt instead of my current situation of non-stop throbbing pain. What you’re not seeing is what happens after many repeat stress fractures and bone scarring – today, that x-ray would actually be WORSE.
Things took a turn for the “oh holy fuck what now” last night when an audible SNAP rang out from my left foot. I couldn’t put any pressure on it, no matter how much swearing I did. Knowing that my left foot does things like this from time to time, I decided to pop a couple Motrin and see what things were like in the morning because I am hardcore like that.
It’s now morning, and while the pain is not as bad as last night, there is still a great deal of ouch going on down there. I should probably do something about this, so I’m hobbling off to the doctor this morning so they can send me around town getting x-ray’d for fun and profit.
Hooray!
Today would have been my dad’s 94th birthday. I love him and miss him every day, but I really wish I hadn’t inherited his deformed feet. I’m grateful for the rest – the love of writing, the filthy and inappropriate sense of humour, the surprisingly powerful baseball pitch, the ease in front of a microphone – but he really could have kept the feet.
dad would have been confused by the anthromorphic cat condo
Yesterday was my first post-less day since October 19th. Crazy!
The weekend was surprisingly productive. Ed and I spent Saturday taking turns playing Fallout 3 and running errands, getting a great deal of stuff done. I found a great gift for the Lab’s Secret Santa (that I will miss, because they moved it to this Thursday instead of the 23rd) and I am all ready to bake up a frosted storm of deliciousness (assuming I can actually find the time to perform said magical tasks of deliciousness).
Sunday was even better. I was up bright and early to go to the Got Craft? show on Commercial. I left the house ridiculously early in an attempt to score one of the goodie bags given to the first 30 people through the door, but alas – it seemed almost 100 people had that very same idea and I was very far from the front of the line. It’s all good though – Miranda was there to take pictures for the event, so we got in early and free. Hooray! I played backup photographer, mostly taking pictures for my own amusement but some of them actually turned out pretty good.
After crafting (from which I purchased a truly fantastic pinstripe bag made by smeeta), Miranda, Reilly, Erin and I went to Stella’s for brunch. It was slow but tasty, and plans were made for an evening of pizza and tree decorating. More fun! I headed home (forgetting to buy beer), played some more Fallout, and put some pants back on in preparation for company.
This week is going to be a crazy one. Two Amanda Palmer shows, a trip to Seattle, Lemon’s pre-neutering checkup visit, and a full day of trying not to be sad. So busy! I am not complaining though; I am having a great deal of fun. Can you not tell by my pictures of things? Look at these things!
And comment on something, please! Cans for Comments is on until Friday the 12th! We’re almost at 100 cans for the Food Bank on this site alone; let’s see how many more you can make me donate!
smoking is bad, but old cigar boxes rule
always do as the sign says
shiny things !!
The battle was long and hard, but in the end, I emerge victorious – Banjo is running a stable XP with sound and ethernet. They said it couldn’t be done. They said I was a mad man; said I was playing god. They said Vista was my destiny, and that I should really put on some pants – but who’s laughing now? WHO’S LAUGHING NOW?!??
That’d be me. I’M laughing now. NO MORE VISTA! ALL HAIL XP!
I will take my leave now to do a naked victory lap around the living room, but before I go let me leave you with this:
Miranda asked if I wanted to take part in this awesome food raiser, so I am delighted to announce my participation in Cans for Comments:
Cans for Comments
It’s very simple – comment on any Delicious Juice Dot Com post, and for every comment left between today and next Friday, I will donate one can of food to the food bank. Come out of the woodwork and say hello for an awesome cause!
These beautiful people are also taking part in the Cans for Comments blitz, so visit their sites and say hello to see even more cans donated to Vancouver’s food banks!
Blue Olive Photography | Jerk with a Camera | Chris & Lynn | Erin Gilmore | Amber Hughes | Lori Miles | Bebb Studios | CJ Scott | Jamie Delaine | Michael Wachniak | John Heil | Tracey Heppner | Krystal Wyman |
I was late for work this morning because I was caught up in some bukkake:
mmm ooooh yes yes more
If this doesn’t make you vote for me in the Best of 604 Awards, I simply don’t know what will.
My humble (snerk) little blog was nominated in the Best Personal Site or Blog category for the Best of 604 awards. If you truly think I belong there, please consider voting for me!
Some facts about Delicious Juice Dot Com:
I’m starting to get silly, so I’ll leave it at that. Like I said, if you truly think I belong on that list, please think about tossing me a vote. Voting is open until December 10th at midnight, so have at it. There are a bunch of other categories with some truly excellent sites; check them out when you’re done voting for me (see what I did there).
I foolishly started the formatting process at 8pm. It .. hasn’t gone well, I’m afraid. I’m so very tired, but I can’t sleep – something I did caused a BSOD, then .. nothingness. My machine wouldn’t boot at all. I’d get the HP welcome screen, then an inky blackness that seemed to pierce my very soul and mock me from its depths. I’ve started again from scratch, and am watching the progress bar slowly crawl along as setup copies files. I’ve done this a thousand times before, but tonight it is ominous. I do not know how much longer I can hold out, but I must go on. Dear Elsie, please think of me fondly and do not fret. I will return to you either in body or spirit – I am in god’s hands now, and only he holds the final chapter of my life. Does it end here on these endless sands? Will I be saved and return to you, my body and mind intact? I long to see you but once more to say so many words, but it will have to suffice that I close my eyes and dream of your sweet smile. Your voice echoes in my ears, and though I am tormented by these devil reboots I am comforted.
Yours truly,
Hans
PS: please send me LAN and sound drivers for an HP dv9824ca
