Monthly Archives: June 2006

I realized I didn’t post anything about my garden last weekend, and it’s unlikely I will again this weekend, since I’ll only have access to dialup. The short story goes something like this: there are no more flowers on the … Continue reading →

Here are some phrases that have gone flitting through my head in the last two weeks. I’ve wanted to write blog posts around them, but alas, nothing is forthcoming, so I’m just putting them out there. Set phasers on “Maim!” … Continue reading →

Well, that was a delightful weekend. I went home Saturday morning, which I normally hate doing because then the whole day feels shot. Not this time for some reason. Maybe it was because I got to be an Only Child … Continue reading →

Ugh. I just reread my last two posts, and I’ve realized that they suck. And I can’t think of a single way to make them any better, except to say that: 1) I’m sorry I’m not up to snuff this … Continue reading →

That’s how many blisters I got in Ottawa over the weekend. Ouch. OUCH. This being my last trip to Ottawa for the foreseeable future (my regular hosts, Julie and Randal, will be going to Japan for a year to teach … Continue reading →

Grrr….. A couple of weeks ago, I was updating my reading list on the sidebar, and in a moment of absent-mindedness, deleted half the template. Trust me, dumb stuff like that takes talent – which I have in spades. Happily, … Continue reading →

My swag from the CBC arrived yesterday. I got a t-shirt, some stickers, and a cool sheet of magnetic words. Here I am modeling the t-shirt: * Thanks CBC! *Quite possibly the cheesiest pose ever.

Something just had the shit blasted out of it over near Copper Cliff. I’ve felt blasts before – when I used to curl, they would be doing blasting every night around 7 in the tunnels below Copper Cliff, so I … Continue reading →

We’ll start with the new tonight: The spider plant has a new shoot coming out from the middle. Its colour is also much better than it was when I brought it home. At first, it was a pale green, but … Continue reading →

(At the Lieutenant’s Pub Pump* oops!) Me: Hey Randal [Julie's boyfriend], what’s that you’re drinking? Randal: It’s a Sweet Tart. Me: Oh well – you are what you drink! Randal: In that case, it’s a Grumpy Motherf**ker. I’ll try and … Continue reading →