Archive for October, 2005

#@^*! X 2

October 28, 2005 4 comments
#@^*!  1.
I am expected to wear a ‘uniform’ for ROTC at the Santa Claus parades in Nov/Dec. This uniform consists of a sparkly red vest and a santa claus hat (provided by the RTOC) and then black shoes, pants, gloves and a sweater (provided by yours truly).
This means I need a sweater that is warm and thick (but not too thick, because I need to fit a vest over it, but bulky enough to fit an insulating layer underneath). It also needs to be black with a mock turtleneck or something similar.
How hard can a black sweater be? Apparently, if I want to spend less than $120, it’s very hard. I spent over an hour and a half shopping yesterday (which is 7 1/2 hours in boi years).
#@^*!  2.
I lost all three games at Scrabble club yesterday. I played FREON instead of FORGONE because I thought it was FOREGONE (it can be either). I didn’t challenge a 7 letter word another player put down that I knew was wrong. I also played PETRY when the correct spelling, which I know, is PETRI.
FYI: FREON is not an acceptable Scrabble word. Luckily, my opponent didn’t know that either.
At least they had good cookies.
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A rant about the news.

October 21, 2005 1 comment
I had the tv on yesterday. During a commercial they showed a teaser for the evening news on the local news station. In this teaser, they showed a pair of hands pumping soap from a liquid soap dispenser.
The reporter voice was saying "Your antibacterial soap could be making you sick! We’ll tell you which ingredient you should be on the lookout for tonight at 6."
Yes, and yesterday ‘what you don’t know could be killing your children!"
This does not scare me into watching the news. It makes me roll my eyeballs at the absurd lengths that news programmes will go to in order to get us to watch.
I also get very annoyed by the fact that there is very little original news in a news broadcast (talk shows and entertainment tonight also have this problem). First they will tell you what’s coming up later in the broadcast, then they tell you when that same bit is coming up after the break, then they introduce the bit, then you get to see the actual bit. But by then, it’s not news – you’ve seen it three times. Plus however many times you saw it in the teaser BEFORE the news broadcast even started.
I hate it.
And I also hate when they have a reporter standing LIVE in front of a door or building where something happened earlier that day, but nothing is happening now. Why go live if there’s nothing to see?
I hate that too.
To all news producers out there: If you come up with a news programme that is unsensationalized, fact-based news delivered without hype and fanfare, I will watch. Especially if this means the newscast is now 30 minutes instead of 60 minutes or even better, if it’s 15 minutes!
Consider it. I’m sure I’m not the only one.
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Picture for Allison

October 19, 2005 3 comments
I told Allison about a recent pic I took of the wtb cuddling her cat, Connor. The dog tried to nuzzle into the cuddle so the cat gave him that swat I’ve been teaching him. So the picture is actually of the cat swatting the dog.
Alli wanted to see the pic so I had to think of an excuse to blog it. I tried to think of a good way to work it into my blog conversation, but couldn’t so I thought, ‘what the heck – I’ll just stick it in there’. And I did.
Enjoy picture of cat smacking dog (which is how nature intended it).

October madness.

October 19, 2005 Leave a comment
I have been playing outdoor soccer in the summer followed by indoor soccer in the winter for the past three seasons.
Every single year, I start the indoor season thinking, ‘I prefer playing soccer in shorts instead of sweats’ and, consequently, wear shorts to my first indoor game.
Every single year, I wind up sliding around on the ground trying to make a save.
Every single year, I end up with the worst turf burn on my knees, calf and butt.
Then I wear sweats to the second indoor game.
Every year.
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More pain.

October 18, 2005 4 comments
My physiotherapy benefits ran out and I was not healed so my friends suggested I try their chiropractor/sports medicine guy. They said he will hurt you, but you will be healed.
I went. He hurt me (see photo). Even the wtb doesn’t leave marks that big.
Why did my ‘friends’ send me there? Oh yeah – misery loves company.

My brush with fame.

October 17, 2005 Leave a comment
I have joined a group called the ROTC (Righteously Outrageous Twirling Corp). They go to parades and twirl flags and rifles and things like that. We are currently learning routines for the Christmas season: our first Santa Claus parade is on November 19th.
Our first practice involved the other members showing us the first routine and us practicing it with them. The practice yesterday was lead by the woman who choreographs our routine. And as it turns out, the woman who choreographs our routines is the exact same woman who choreographed the movie "Bring It On".
Just think: the same woman who coached Kirsten Dunst is coaching me. That’s pretty hard core.
So now all you people can say you know someone who knows famous people. Aren’t you lucky?
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Scary Scrabble encounter.

October 14, 2005 1 comment
On my way to scrabble club, there was an accident at the intersection. I was the first person in the left turn lane. The police officer told me to stop and wait. So, being the obedient child my mother raised, I waited. And waited.
The gentleman behind me, was not pleased to wait. He honked at me. Then he honked again. After about 10 minutes of this, I waved my hand in a way that said "no, I’m not going". No, I did not use only one finger – I have a little class.
Finally he decides that he really can’t wait anymore. He gets out of his SUV to come talk to me. He tells me to pull up so he can pull a u-turn. This would put me in the intersection where cars are driving in the opposite direction. I say, no. He tells me again. I say, no. He is very mad but goes back to his SUV.
The fine police officer saw the exchange and walks by my car asking what happened. I say, "he wanted me to pull up so he could pull a u-turn". Then the officer went and ‘spoke’ with the driver. He he. I didn’t hear what he said, but it ended with "law-abiding citizens". That would be me: law-abiding citizen.
In total, we were stuck there for half an hour. Then the accident was cleared up and we were allowed to go. I had visions of him following me to scrabble and attacking me in the parking lot, and me with nothing to defend myself  but my OSPD3 (Official Scrabble Players Dictionary, 3rd Ed).
I’ll be more prepared for a violent scrabble encounter next time – I’ll bring my OSPD4. It has 4,000 more words, so I imagine it will pose a bigger threat than the OSPD3.
Scrabble itself went fine. I lost 2 out of 3 games again, but played BITUMEN. And I found out that my rating is 1462. Not sure how my rating got so high with a 2-5 record, but I suppose it’s due to the fact that these people are word experts, not math experts.
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