Archive for July, 2005

Update on Loose Ends

July 28, 2005 Leave a comment
1. I bought three bras last week. I’ve tried them on in the dressing room and they were fine, but after a full day of normal wear, I have decided I don’t like any of them. Now I have to go back to the shopping and trying on stage of the process. Bleh.
2. To overcome the bad coffee situation, I bought an inexpensive coffee maker and am brewing my own coffee in my office. I have to make 17 cups of coffee to make the purchase a better option than buying my coffee from the Horton’s. I’m making them all today to get that out of the way. <Insert maniacal laughter here.>
3. I am in the middle of the interview process to replace the analyst that left. Of 46 applicants, I interviewed 5 and then brought back 3 to be interviewed by the analysis team. I’ll make a decision next week. It’s been a largely boring process. Next time, I’d like to interview circus performers instead of engineers. I bet that would be fun.
4. Apparently the LCBO is not striking. And guests that we were expecting to entertain at my place this weekend may not be coming. So now I have a lot of alcohol to drink. Maybe if I bring back the applicants for another round of interviews, we’ll pass the beers around, the interviews will get more entertaining and we won’t need circus freaks.
Now I must go read ‘Water & Wastes Digest’. Don’t you wish you lived my exciting life?
Damn Klein.

Law of Supply & Demand

July 27, 2005 1 comment
The LCBO workers are threatening to strike. For you Albertans, the LCBO is the Ontario equivalent of the ALCB when we had it.
To prepare for the strike, I went to the liquor store today and bought 12 beers for me and 6 Mike’s Hard Cranberry Lemonades for the exgf.
I have not bought alcohol to store in my home in over five years, but because there may be a strike, I felt obligated to stock up. I don’t know why. My exgf doesn’t even drink.
Categories: Stupid Things I Do

Horton Hears a Hoo

July 27, 2005 Leave a comment
Every day at 2:10, a co-worker goes the Horton’s for a coffee. I accompany him just to go for a walk. I rarely buy anything.
Yesterday was a little chilly in the office so I decided to get a black decaf. For those who know me, they know I do not take my coffee black. A more accurate description would be that I take my creamer beige. My plan was to buy a black decaf, bring it back to the office and put some quality hazelnut creamer in it, which I did.
This coffee, despite the fact it was decaf, was better than our free office coffee… waaaaaaaaaaay better. In fact, they weren’t even comparable.
So now this morning, I’m comtemplating getting my first coffee of the day (of two) and am thinking, ‘I can’t possibly have that crappy coffee again when I know better coffee is only a block away’ however, I am also thinking, ‘I can’t get into the habit of spending $3 a day on coffee’.
What a dilemma.

Did She Sell Her Soul to the Euchre Devil?

July 26, 2005 3 comments
I taught my exgf to play Scrabble when we met about a year and a half ago. In fact, our first date involved playing Scrabble at the Second Cup coffee shop and we try to play at least once a week. Consequently, we must have played 70 to 80 games.
When we first started playing, I beat her easily. I didn’t even put half an effort into playing because there was no chance I could lose. Slowly, however, her skills have improved and she can beat  me one game in every three. I’m very proud. She’s so smart.
Conversely, my exgf taught me to play euchre when we met. We don’t play euchre as often as we play Scrabble, but we have played maybe 50 games since then. I have won two of those games. Maybe three. Definitely no more than five. And I’m not exaggerating. I also show no signs of improvement. I don’t understand how this can be. Especially in light of the fact that we took the identical online I.Q. test and I scored as "genius" while she only scored "gifted".
I think that upon my death bed, she will lean over my body and whisper in my ear, "I could see your cards…"
Categories: Uncategorized

Scary QAF

July 26, 2005 Leave a comment
Ok. I watched QAF yesterday. (That’s ‘Queer as Folk’ for non-viewers.) In it was one of my worst fears.
<SPOILER ALERT: Do not read if you haven’t watched this week’s episode yet.>
In this episode, the characters organized a fundraising benefit to support same-sex marriage rights. It was a big party with about 350 people held at a queer club. Cyndi Lauper performed. Cyndi Lauper is not my worst fear.
During the benefit, an explosion went off – a protest against same sex marriage by the religious right is the implication. Chaos and anarchy ensued. People died. One of the lead characters is in critical condition, but my ex and I expect him to live. We’ll find out next episode.
Anyway, whenever I’m at a large, publicly-advertised gay event I worry about this exact thing – some extreme, homophobic group using it as an opportunity to use violence to make their point.
Many of my supportive, straight friends try to minimize my fears – likely because they are not homophobic and can’t imagine that anyone would resort to such obviously non-christian behaviour to promote a homophobic agenda.
CBC News has a thread on the same-sex marriage debate. Although the number of people who support same-sex marriage outnumber the non-supporters in this particular venue, the hatred that spews from the non-supporters is very frustrating. And it’s non-logical. How can you argue with a statement like "Thousands of gay men have died from Aids and it was labelled as a gay man’s disease. Does no one see any connection between the lifestyle and the deaths?" Hmm…. lesbians are in the lowest risk group for AIDs. Does that mean that woman-woman sex is the best sex?
One of the local news stations recently aired a homophobic, religious leader (non-christian this time) addressing a crowd saying "Homosexual behaviour is not natural! Animals don’t even do it!". Well, I have news for you buddy, animals actually do exhibit homosexual behaviour. But that doesn’t get on air – only the inflammatory remarks that homophobes can use to support their argument.
I would love to ignore such remarks, but they do hurt. It would be like people telling you that you were a bad human being and going to hell because your eyes are blue. More importantly, the words are precursors to actions – it’s these actions I fear.
I do think the really extreme cases of homophobia are rare, however, those rare cases are the ones that act on their beliefs: there are millions of brilliant, peaceful muslims in the world, but it only took two extremists to bring down the World Trade Center.
Categories: LGBT

Hippy for a Weekend

July 25, 2005 1 comment
This weekend was the Hillside Festival weekend. The Hillside Festival is a hippy festival in Guelph. This year was the first year that they managed to sell out. Yay for Guelph hippies. My weekend summary:
  1. We planned to get there on the Friday, but the exgf wasn’t ready to go when I got there (of course – darned femmes). So she packed and I msn’d with a crazy friend of hers. Then we were hungry but didn’t feel like cooking, so we went to the mall for msg-free chinese food. Then we were hot and tired and NOT looking forward to driving out of the city with the rest of the people fleeing Toronto for the weekend. So we watched Ladyhawke and went to bed.

    For those of you who don’t know, ‘Ladyhawke’ is a movie that Michelle Pfeiffer did when she was still less famous than Rutger Hauer. I loved it in 1985. As it turns out, it’s a cheesier movie than I remember and the soundtrack by Alan Parsons is laughable when no longer in the 80’s. The lesson to be learned for any filmmakers reading this: use historical music for a historical piece – horses stampeding to guitar rock and synthesizers is just wrong.

  2. On Saturday, we arrived at Hillside and were pleasantly greeted by no lineups in the workshop pass pick-up area. Sadly, they, as per usual, did not have my pass. The exgf was on the list. I was not. They also credited the exgf with my workshop in the programme. I am telling you – they are anti-engineer at this hippy fest!
  3. Once through the gates, we set up our tent – well, not ‘our’ tent – i borrowed it from a co-worker. Anyway, it was at this time that I realized that I had not packed my sleeping bag. This was a disastrous moment. I was a girl guide for 12 years and can pack for a camping trip in my sleep. I have never forgotten something as important as my sleeping bag. How terribly embarrassing!

    That was a miserable night, let me tell you.

  4. Our workshops went well. And the exgf found another jewelery-making hippy to trade wares with. I was looking for someone to trade with, but no one wanted a Ladyhawke DVD.
  5. As we were workshop presenters, we were entitled to free admission to the festival (saved us $60 each), plus free camping on the festival grounds and free parking near our tent. We were also entitled to free food all weekend.

    Eating at the festival was the exact opposite of eating in Texas – in Texas, there were no vegetables and at Hillside, there was no meat. The food was typical hippy fare: tofu, whole grains, beans, salads, natural and organic ingredients in everything, including the vegan carrot cake. But still no meat. The Albertan in me could not handle it and despite the fact that I’m not a Lick’s fan, I had to go to the Lick’s in the public food area to buy the biggest, full-meat burger they had. Something had to be killed for my dinner and it was the cow’s turn.

  6. Saturday was hot, hot, hot. Sunday – not so much. We awoke to overcast skies that opened up into a cold, bitter, rain. In hardy festival manner, we got in the car and drove into the city for lunch at the local bakery (no meat there either, damned Guelph hippies).
  7. The music was generally good, however, I am continually disappointed with the quality of the sound system at outdoor events. People have been doing outdoor concerts for decades – you would think they would have the electronics set up so that you could understand what the singer was saying. I’m sure hippies have something profound to say. 

So all in all, an excellent weekend with the exgf. Now I’m back in the office, eating non-tofu foods and not separating my compost waste from my garbage waste.


And I cannot believe I forgot my sleeping bag. Ugh.

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Signs of Age

July 19, 2005 1 comment
The new msn messenger allows the user to display the music they are listening to next to their contact name. I have been watching my contacts and the music they listen to. I don’t own any of that music. Actually, I don’t even KNOW most of it.
I listen to mainstream music and stuff from the 80’s, and currently I’m listening to a Celine Dion/Barbra Streisand duet. (For the record, I also have a version of AC/DC’s ‘Shook Me All Night Long’ being performed by Celine.)
This has helped me draw the conclusion that although I’m intelligent, logical, organized and kind of fun to hang around with, I’m certainly not hip. The fact that I can’t even think of the current equivalent for ‘hip’ only adds to that concept.
Either that or my friends have bad taste in music.
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