I did a follow-up interview on CBC’s Connect with Mark Kelley (which I have yet to do – both times the show was hosted by someone else) about the Vancouver riots and the fact that no one has been charged with anything by the Vancouver Police Department, nearly two months later:

incredulous picture in picture

Some random thoughts:

• Yesterday morning I came THIS CLOSE to wearing the same dress I wore the last two times I did a CBC interview. Like, it was in my hand before I changed my mind at the last minute. If twice was gauche, three times would have been fucking hilarious.
• In retrospect, I kind of wish I HAD worn the dress – maybe then I wouldn’t look like a linebacker who’s let himself go. Yesterday was Monochromatic Wednesday, aka my excuse for wearing black head to toe. Perched on a black chair in the studio, I share more than a passing resemblance to a refrigerator topped with a bobblehead. Hot.
• Seriously, what’s up with the lack of charges? They’re already charging people in London, and the riots are still happening.
• Other words were supposed to go here

No time to continue my increduality – I’ve got to finish writing this maternity leave policy without using the words “infected”, “spew”, “burst forth” and “life sentence”.

My job is hard.

Vancouver is looking for a Poet Laureate! It’s a three-year position (title?) that pays a stipend of $5,000 per year. It’s not at all about the money, though – it is a Big Deal to be a Laureate of something. I’ve never been a Laureate, and while I don’t exactly meet the requirements to hold such a lofty position in the literary world, I figure it couldn’t hurt to apply. After all, I can poem. I used to poem all the time in high school, when my thoughts were deep and my allusions to my soul being dark as the moonless night sky rained heavily on my tear-streaked journals.

The eligibility criteria for the Poet Laureate position does suggest that some of your work be related to Vancouver, so in the interest of meeting the few criteria I’m actual capable of, I give you: POETRY!

vancouver (the limerick)

there once was a man on east hastings
not bogged down with logic or things
he darted through traffic
his demise was quite graphic
and now we have a speed limit of 30km/h, as if that’ll stop people from waltzing into the road all the damn time

vancouver (the haiku)

i love this city
mostly because i ignore
the triceratops

vancouver (the freestyle rap)

british columbia, y’all

6th to exist and named by the queen
we’ve got epic vistas like you’ve never fucking seen
our women are allowed to walk around topless
titties and weed, but there’s no need to obsess
we got enough to go around, don’t be so greedy
we’ll riot in the streets; our underbelly can be seedy
it’s a city of contrasts stuffed with hipsters and the rich
longboards and BMWs for all, both dripping with kitsch
yoga pants are high fashion with the small purse dog set
laugh all you want, they’re not in on the joke yet
we hosted the Olympics and we almost had the Cup
(we don’t talk about all the goals Luongo gave up)

the lower mainland
is so fucking grand
give yourselves a hand
you’re standing on crown land

Yeah, I’ve got this Laureate thing in the bag.

My momma raised me right:

she would be so proud (but mostly confused)

I was quoted in today’s 24Hrs paper with my thoughts on receiving an STD warning card. Shocked? Worried? Pfft – I would blog the HELL out of that. I’d be the most excited person who potentially had an STD ever. Alas, I am fairly confident this would never happen to me – I am not having nearly enough casual sex to be in danger of catching anything, be it a mild case of explosive labial scurvy or full-blown Super Gonorrhea. A girl can dream, though, of hilarious hypochondriac blog posts borne of a “friendly” warning that I might want to get tested due to the carefree and lusty life I lead while everyone is looking.

Today is Glass Fusing Day! Heather and I are going to a class on glass fusing this evening, where we will be making fanciful works of glassy art. I am excited to try something new and to have crafty girl hang out time with Heather, not in the least because we are going to have Five Guys for dinner beforehand (where I will try my hardest not to use my powers of being a Bad Influence on Heather to get her to come to London with Renee and I). I’m also going to be trying silk screening some time later this year – learning new stuff is neat. I have no artistic ability whatsoever, but that isn’t going to stop me from putting stuff on other stuff and seeing what happens.

Speaking of crafts, I’ll be at Picnurbia this Sunday at Robson and Howe, from 12-5 with Blim! I’ll be selling Heart Shaped Blox and Smuttons (if you ask – they won’t be on display), plus a few other things I plan to whip up between now and Sunday. Come by and support my driving desire to be able to afford to eat while I’m in London – all crafty proceeds will go towards a) my Lego minifigure addiction so I can stage more ridiculous scenes, and b) London, the adventure that will be fully documented in far too much graphic detail (right down to the number of times I forget I’m married in my goal to catch an STD to blog about).

So much going on!

okay, i will

I went to get some lunch and ended up booking a flight to London.

I also got a slice of pizza.

I am kind of in shock about this. I do not fly well – why did I just book myself into two 12-hour flights?

Oh, right: LONDON FRIGGIN’ ENGLAND

I’ve never been to Europe and I’ve always had a boner for London. A crazy seat sale and cat-sitting opportunity both materialized at the same time, and rather than waffle back and forth (or think too hard about the flight duration), I just dove in and booked the flight. Done and booked; I’m going to LONDON in just over two months for an entire week and there is going to be ADVENTURE and CAT SITTING and TOURISTING and Union Jacks on EVERYTHING and perhaps even TEA and the QUEEN and NO RIOTS (but if there are, there’s a Lego shop in Westfield I plan to make full use of).

I am both Freaking Out and So Excited I can’t sit still.

Is it too early to begin packing?

Warning: excessively girlie post ahead.

After 6 years of being satisfied with mineral makeup, I’ve decided I need to go back to using a liquid foundation. I don’t WANT to do this – powder has served me well over the years – but I have become so hideously deformed that I feel I need something stronger, perhaps even nuclear-powered, to cover my face.

The discolouration I’ve suffered since the never-ending onset of zombie face has spread and gotten worse. Not satisfied with just having random patches of weird, I’ve now got a great deal of noticeably lighter skin with some awesome dark splotches throughout. Ed swears that my horrible face is not detectable to anyone else, but I can’t possibly see how that can be true – it’s like a giant glowing beacon of leprosy ALL OVER MY FACE. Most people I know are far too polite to say “hey, so what’s up with your face”, but I am paranoid that people are whispering amongst themselves and wondering if I’m contagious or even worse, looking at my face instead of my glorious rack.

So, that brings me to my point: I need some liquid foundation advice. Before I switched to mineral foundation, I was using some MAC stuff with a sponge and more often than not going out with a face full of goo that felt kind of icky. Six years is a long time, and I’m certain there have been some great technological strides in the science of facial coverage that I could use to my advantage (and to hide my shame) – but I don’t know what they are. If you use liquid foundation, what brand(s) do you like? Is there anything I should avoid or look for? Is there a better way to apply foundation other than a sponge but isn’t a friggin’ airbrush? Should I just give up altogether and exchange all my makeup for a pair of sweatpants and an ill-fitting t-shirt?

Help. I hate feeling ugly.

feeling ugly makes me want to hide :(

Yesterday afternoon dragged on for at least 50 years, but eventually it was time for Fancy Taco Friday. A large group of us minus three descended upon the new La Taqueria location on Cambie, chosen because I had never been to La Taqueria despite my encompassing love of tacos and also Ed is getting tired of my hard-on for Chronic – and it was as delicious as promised. I enjoyed the variety and the salsa lesson, but I think I still prefer Chronic – an almost moot point, because it’s like trying to decide a favourite amongst things that are already equally awesome. Still, Chronic will be my go-to place for a quick taco fix (but it’s nice to have the option of La Taqueria close by).

Next on the taco docket: Tacofino! Aiming for Tuesday; who’s in?

We left La Taqueria to free up room for other patrons, but were not yet done hanging out. We decided to go to Wendy’s for frosties, then ended up sitting on the lawn of City Hall talking about hilarious things until everyone’s parking expired. We were home by 8pm – an early night, but a quality one just the same. More Taco Fridays need to happen, whether they be fancy or regular – hell, they don’t even necessarily need to be about tacos. I’ve missed hanging out with people, and it was really nice to just sit and talk and be silly with no other plans (other than to enter a series of disastrous fellationships followed by a whirlwind romance via teledildonics).

Our ride home was timed perfectly, as game of footballs had broken out at Empire Field not thirty minutes earlier. We managed to avoid all the game traffic, and made it home in one piece. As I was kicking it old school in the bedroom, I heard multiple cars go by with their alarms going off and quickly realized that cars were being towed en masse – tow trucks were out in full force, removing illegally parked cars from the area. I was maliciously excited about this, because it would mean people would come back from the game and not find their cars and be outraged with the yelling and screaming and hilarious drunken drama. What fun! I settled in and waited, confident that the footballers would provide me with far greater entertainment than Friday night TV ever could.

.. and I was ultimately disappointed. There wasn’t a SINGLE FREAKOUT over the missing cars – people just seemed to accept they were now stranded in East Vancouver with no way home and a $200 Saturday morning ahead of them. The calm demeanor in which people accepted their fate was incredibly frustrating, and I felt so cheated – where were the fireworks? Why was no one Causing a Scene? It had all the ingredients for a hilarious display of tragic humanity at its worst, but sensibility won out and I was deprived of my evening amusement. Disgusting! Since when are people so laid-back and logical in the face of adversity? What a waste of some perfectly good tantrums!

This morning had additional non-reactions in store for me, but for the best – a Hummer ran a red light in my intersection and took out a Smart car. The Hummer was driven by a tiny lady and the Smart by a large muscular man, and although both cars are likely a write-off, no one was injured in any way (they left the scene via cab, not ambulance). It was pretty much the worst case scenario for an accident, but not only was no one hurt, no one really seemed to be bothered by it – everyone was calm and patient and not at all furious that the Hummer ran a red and could have killed someone. I’m glad no one got hurt, but couldn’t there have been one little screaming match? Just for me? One person to tell the Hummer that she had no business driving a Hummer and/or running red lights; someone to scream and yell and Cause a Scene? The accident woke me up as it was, so at least there could have been something entertaining to listen to. But nooooo, everyone had to be all calm and unflappable about everything and ruin my fun again. I’m onto you, Vancouver. I know your plans, and I WILL FOIL THEM.

I have absolutely nothing planned this weekend, and I feel kind of guilty about it. Not guilty enough to actually fix it, you understand, but mildly contrite all the same.

all aboard!

It’s Fancy Taco Friday up in here, and that means petticoats and cleavage and tacos ALL DAY LONG. Or, to be more precise, AFTER WORK. I’ve called together a meeting of the minds to converge upon a new-to-me tacoteria; one I have been assured is both delicious and fancy enough to name a day in its honour. I am excited about Fancy Taco Friday! Truthfully, it doesn’t really take much to excite me – I would be and have been excited about Regular Taco Friday as well. Bonnie and I have a pact to be fancy, though, so a petticoat and the danger bra it is. All for tacos! Man, I love tacos.

And pepper. Man, I love pepper.

delicious!

Also, awesome new keychain from Blend Creations is awesome:

behold the awesome

I managed to catch on my sleep last night, no thanks in part to intentionally pissing off the Big Cat so he would leave me the fuck alone in the middle of the night. I’m glad he loves me and all, even if only when he can’t penetrate Ed’s night time defenses, but two nights in a row of large pointy drooling (so much drool) cat love at 3am makes for an uncooperative and cranky as fuck Kimli the next day. Ed has no sympathy for me, having spent years putting up with Hobble’s nocturnal affection – but I will have my revenge. It will be swift and brutal and probably hilarious.

I am stressed out at work, which is endlessly amusing to me because my job right now is pretty ridiculous: I’ve spent the last 4 hours researching toys and collectibles. Yes, that’s something I do all the damn time anyway, but no matter how much you enjoy something the instant you have to do it in an Official Capacity it becomes an entirely different ball of wax. Everything all up in my head space is all waxy balls and I’m fretting so much more than usual. Should I do this? What about this? We could maybe try this, but will it be enjoyed or seen with a suspicious eye?

When I’m not trying to slip in references to a zombie apocalypse in our employee handbook, I’m working on recognition programs. At the moment I’m trying to come up with an idea for a milestone reward system – do something significant (an anniversary, complete a project, go a whole quarter without removing your pants in the kitchen) and get a thing that will attach to your other things so people can see at a glance what you’ve accomplished. The problem here is the thing – what the hell is it? What are my options?

I asked Google+ and had some ideas of my own, but I’m worried about them simply because I like them. I don’t necessarily want this project to be an extension of my regular life, but I already DO all the awesome things on a regular basis – so am I rejecting ideas because they’re too “me”, or is there some logical merit to my habitual madness?

Idea One: Lego. Rejected for obvious reasons, but it would work almost perfectly – employees would be given a small Lego base and their first milestone figure, and would build from there. Special pieces or minifigures would be awarded with each accomplishment, allowing people to build their own little Shrine of Awesome in their workspaces.

Pros: Small, fun, only communists don’t like Lego.

Cons: I love Lego and am addicted to minifigures; procuring 100+ of the same figure is tricky and potentially expensive as hell.

Idea Two: Merit Badges. Also rejected because it’s a Kimli Thing, this is another logical idea that deserves more thought that I’m giving it. Get a certificate; add merit badges to it when you do stuff. Easy, cost effective, significantly less cheesy than the next idea.

Idea Three: Interlocking figures, like these. I like the “connected people” aspect; dislike the fact they’re basically chew toys for toddlers. Also, they’re kind of ugly. Fear they would be dismissed pretty quickly, because who would want to display these things let alone proudly?

Idea Four: Stacking robots. Cool coz they’re robots, but potentially expensive and only seem to come in four colours. The limited variety is also what makes me naysay Idea Five:

Mr/Mrs Potato Head. Instantly recognizable, but limited variety of parts. Could drive people with OCD tendencies insane if they’re given only one eye with the second being earned at their 15 year anniversary. Potentially cheese factor is high.

Idea Six: The Cubes. Collectible, interlocking, cute. Con: sarcastic office environment vibe; would be difficult to award people for good things when you’re giving them figures with a rap sheet attached for things like “Level 6 Conduct Violation (Suspected Intoxication)” and “04/12/1997 – Level 3 Performance Violation (Software fluency not up to company standards)”.

Idea Seven: Rubber duckies. Everyone loves rubber duckies. Con: might be too silly; difficult to display when all you have are walls.

MY JOB IS HARD.

Help – if you were an employee here, would you be into a fun award system that gave you stuff like this? We’re trying to avoid t-shirts, motivational paperweights, that sort of stuff – we’re going for fun, collectible, pride. I suck at this stuff. HELP!

As an aside, I need this:

i'm at level 6 myself

This part of my job is basically internal communication and branding .. it’s like looking in a blond, plastic mirror!

Okay, back to Google. Also: HELP!