I do have a Blacklist, surprisingly. I'm not one to tear someone down. I follow threads that have that gossippy air, but I usually just sit back and watch it all unfold. I'm like this in 'real' life, too. I'm more than likely to be the quiet one sitting at the end of the bar, nodding along with the conversation, than be on top of the bar, dancing wildly, causing a sensation. At work, I'm polite and encouraging, but I'm not one of those people that are always the centre of attention, in...

I've got two coats. One is a brown corduroy jacket that smells of damp trunk. I left it in there one evening before going away for the weekend, and came back after a rained-out cottage excursion to find it clammy and odd-scented. No matter how many times I wash it, Fabreeze it, Downy it or dry-clean it, the scent is just there. And what does damp trunk smell like anyway? It's that faint odor of motor oil, followed up by a woody smell. All tinged with spring-fresh softness, of course...

So, I've been urged by family members not to leave my Christmas shopping until December 24th, this year. Damn. And I thought they enjoyed the gifts I've given in the past coupla years... It's just as well, as I have no idea where the hell I'm going to pick up a real live unicorn a month before Christmas, let alone the night of. In an odd twist of fate, I've been scheduled by Blue Pumpkin to have five whole days off in a row starting today. Now, I'm definitely not complaining, as ...

I spent part of a morning last weekend sitting outside in the warm wind atop of a lifeguard's lookout. I watched the ducks, geese and swan float around Little Lake, and was partly soothed by 'all that nature' around me, and grossed out by thinking about the pollution count in the murky water. Peterborough water unnerves me. I'm sure that it's contaminated in each and every way that it can be in this country, but oddly, I still drink the water from the tap. I have this feeling that anyone ...

In case anyone didn't get it before, I have some anger issues. While I'm not outwardly upset, I allow alot of it to boil inside, and often have to bite my tongue than go postal on some unassuming person. Usually though, I try to prevent my anger from erupting by eliminating probable annoying scenarios. Then I generally blog about it here. I feel that I must apologize because after attempts at writing for days now, the best that I can come up with is this: I blog about the same damned t...

After reading Tex's article about her boys' costumes and seeing the great pictures, I was hit by a bout of the green monster. Yes, color me green with envy to look at costumes that aren't designed to be worn under a snowsuit and winter boots. How the hell am I supposed to make an Ice Princess costume look spectacular when there is so much remodelling to be done? We bought the costume 2 sizes too big, so that she can wear her winter jacket underneath, but it has to be taken up several cm so...

I might have mentioned in my last blog how concerned I was about my family. And about the probability of coming down with it, too. With all of them coughing and hacking, I remembered the words of Agent Smith: 'This is the sound of inevitability' . So yeah, I'm sick, my throat hurts, and I am mighty bitter about everything right now. If you were to meet me in real life, I'm sure you'd say what most people say about me. That I'm happy, that I always have time to make someone feel good ...

Everyone in my family is sick. My sister's girl has pneumonia, my sister has a nasty throat infection. My girl has it too, and is now on florescent pink antibiotics that smell sickly sweet. They are all hacking and feverish, and I'm positively dreading the moment that I feel the first tickle in my throat. But damnit, I refuse to get sick. I've only just gotten better from the last round of flu. My first line of defense has been to shoot everyone with nasty glares when they forge...

I've forseen my own death a hundred times... It's a common thing; to dream your own death. In most cases, the way you die tends to symbolize your current worries and fears. Some dream of burning buildings, others of a great, swan-dive. There are people who have dreams shocking moments of pulled-triggers, and forceful thrusts of shining knives. My dream is freefall in slow-motion. We hit the fast flowing water and suddenly everything speeds up, superquick. My sister and I star...

I was sent the following email this morning from an old schoolfriend. My first thought was of disbelief. Not for the sentiment, but for the sender of the email. Thought for the Day: If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it. If He had a wallet, your photo would be in it. He sends you flowers every spring. He sends you a sunrise every morning. Face it, friend - He is crazy about you! I know that she has been more interested in religion since she got marrie...

I admit it. I follow the flame wars. I signed up here Dec/04, and have seen quite a few people go down like a torpedoed ship after antagonizing the wrong people, blurting out an ill-thought statement or accused wildly in panic. I've often wondered during moments where it looks to be quite clear that there is a clear-cut winner and a clear-cut loser why few ask the question "Why don't you just leave?" First of all, it's harsh. Even when Bobby Drake suggested to Rogue that it might be...

I'm never going to get used to this bloody shift... I think I've made a crucial error by signing up for the nightshift at work. Yes, it's more money. Yes, it is, in many ways, an easier job than day scheduling. But it's bloody hard on the body. I can't eat, I can't sleep, and I've missed a period. And, since there's been no joy for what seems like decades, something's definitely going on. I like it better, though. It's hell on my social life, but it reigns in my partying nature, so I ...

Strange, but in the Toronto Star last week, an article ran about the numerous sightings of unidentified flying objects in Whitby, ON. I grew up there, yanno. And, the one reverberating question in my mind is: What the hell are they doing there? Whitby: at one time was farmlands and fields away from Toronto. My parents moved there in the early 60's, and it literally was 'out in the country'. Nowadays, it's just another example of suburban sprawl; the houses that I grew up in are wort...

I've been feeling blahhh lately. Take a cold, add new nightshift, lack of time spent with my girl and then sprinkle some neverending poverty and shake it all together with some oddly-occuring low self-esteem and you have a recipe for me. It's odd, I'm not the most chipper person out there, but I get worried for myself when I'm blue like this. I suppose it's because I remember what it's like to be heavily deppressed, and all the signs are pointing in that direction again: messy house, not ...