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2009-04-16T11:43:00.000-07:00

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Photo Mosaic

2008-06-28T21:03:00.000-07:00

I tried something silly today while Jason was having a siesta.

The idea is to type your answers to 12 questions in the Flickr search and then choose one of the pictures on the first page of search results to create a mosaic using Big Huge Lab's Mosaic Maker.

Here are the questions:
1. What is your first name?
2. What is your favourite food? Right now?
3. What high school did you go to?
4. What is your favourite colour?
5. Who is your celebrity crush?
6. What is your favourite drink?
7. What is your dream vacation?
8. What is your favourite dessert?
9. What do you want to be when you grow up?
10. What do you love most in life?
11. What is one word that describes you?
12. What is your flickr name?

I felt like I was in Grade 3 answering the questions, or maybe like someone looking for love on one of those matchmaker websites, but it was fun enough. It was a bit heavy on the food questions. My favourite picture is #11. The word I used to describe myself was "funny."

I found this while reading Schmutzie's blog. She is doing a project where she writes everyday for a year about different people she has met throughout her life. It's quite interesting and somewhat poetic. I don't think I have even met 365 people.

1. Bonnie and Clyde, 2. Sushi, 3. Grande Prairie, 4. Blue ice cave at the Jostedalsbreen glacier, 5. Zooey Deschanel, 6. Margharita-o-clock, 7. Best of Holland, 8. coffee and chocolate mousse cake, 9. The Piano Teacher, 10. Study Hall in the Cathedral of Learning -- a 4x5 Pinhole Photograph, 11. Funny Sign, 12. Bright

Time Flies

2008-06-14T16:35:00.000-07:00

I would like to change the old adage: "Time flies when you're stuck in a repetitive job where every day seems like Monday and your weekends are filled with rain."

The sun is finally shining today, though, and I would like to try hang-gliding. Here's a great commercial that made me go "aw," and then "ew," and then "gasp!" Ornithophobes, beware!

The emu (or whatever it is) totally freaked me out. There is nothing more frightening than a bird that is bigger than me! (Excluding Big Bird, of course.)

March 29

2008-03-29T16:30:00.000-07:00

The reason I didn't go to Granville Island today.

Animals are Funny. Except Ostriches. They Suck.

2008-03-21T16:06:00.000-07:00

The chimp in the Japanese video made me laugh and laugh. I often quote the cat.

Good Things

2008-03-13T18:38:00.000-07:00

Here are some good (indoor) things I have been enjoying lately since the weather here alternates between grey and cold. I know if you live in Alberta, you're scoffing at me saying that Vancouver is cold right now, but the wind I felt today is just as cold as the cold wind on the other side of the Rockies.

Recommended movies:
Juno
If you haven't watched it yet, what are you waiting for? My favourite part is the hamburger phone. A funny, heart-warming story.

Lars and the Real Girl
Ryan Gosling is amazing in this movie. He twitches, blinks hard, and holds his breath until his face turns red, wearing ugly sweater after ugly sweater. It all adds up to a level of acting beyond anything I've seen before. (Yes, it's that good.) The story is set in a small town not unlike the one I grew up in. There are Northern Reflections sweatshirts in it! A horse-head sweater-vest made me gasp.

Check out this paper art:
Su Blackwell is an artist from the UK. I love the simplicity/complexity of cut paper art. The media is simple, paper + scissors + glue, and the results are intricate and elegant. This is my favourite work of hers. Also check out the stop motion animation TV commercial. It's pretty amazing.

Tord Boontje is a Dutch designer based out of France. The Winter Wonderland installation is absolutely enchanting. (Click on Installations, then Winter Wonderland)

Music:
Ash Grunwald is an Aussie surfer who plays the blues. I was reading the paper one day at lunch, and I saw a picture of him swinging his dreadlocks, sitting on a box, playing a guitar. His show was $8. That was the best eight dollars I have ever spent! His energetic pre-war Delta blues has a thumping bass and infectious guitar grooves that just keep rolling.

That should help tide you over until spring. It's cheaper than a tropical vacation. (Right, Simon and Mark, and Sarah, and Bud, and Sandy? I'm not jealous. I'm too white for the tropics.)

The crocuses were here, but now they're gone.

Doppelgangers

2008-02-24T19:06:00.000-08:00

Are Javier Bardem (No Country for Old Men)
and Jeffrey Dean Morgan (Grey's Anatomy/Supernatural)
actually the same person?

Discuss over tea and crumpets.

Allrecipes

2008-01-18T18:48:00.000-08:00

Allrecipes is the site I use the most when looking for new recipes because of the reviews. If a recipe isn't good, a reviewer will say so. If a recipe is pretty good, but someone made it better by adding more ingredients, baking something longer, etc., this sage advice is written in the reviews so I can also make these adjustments and benefit from a tastier meal. Most reviews are pretty straight forward and written in plain English. Most of the time "definitely" is spelled wrong.

Tonight, I discovered the strangest review I have ever seen in my many years of trolling through recipe sites:

"Pray to the godhead of corn and let your tentacles bask in its neon light."

I don't know if I want my tentacles to bask... should I make this Cajun Style Corn Soup and run the risk of meeting the godhead of corn? And why is the light neon? It's not a haiku. I don't get it.

After reading the following review, I knew these were the cookies I should make for Andrew's birthday:

"My daughter (2.5yrs) loved them so much she stole a fourth cookie after I told her to wait until later to have another and refused to give it up and totally mashed it in her hand as I tried to take it away. Then she tried to eat the crumbs off the floor..."

The cookies were super good. Andrew said he ate 18 at once. That sounds like a happy birthday.

Weather is a Factor

2008-01-13T16:35:00.001-08:00

The last two months have either been incredibly boring, or incredibly busy and exciting, both options yielding the same result: no blogging from me. I apologize. I have not made a New Year’s Resolution (or, as my sister called it, a “New Year’s Revolution”) to blog more. I’ve posted about that before. Anyway, Happy 2008! I hope you had an enjoyable Christmas season. Are you now fighting the January blues? I mean, what is there to look forward to now? Wow… I need some vitamin D.

I had a wonderful two weeks off to celebrate Christmas in Alberta, and we got to see all of our three families. There was a lot of visiting, hanging out, relaxing, skating, and snow. We managed to eat four turkey dinners, and turkey sandwiches in the days between. There was actually a lot of crazy stuff that happened over the holiday, but it was all kind of bad with leukemia, death, depression, temper tantrums, bad-mannered boyfriends, and a broken knee thrown in for good measure. There were also lots of laughs, good movies, friendly faces, fires, and card games.

It was so good to be back. It was so cold, it was thrilling! There, the weather is an adversary, and you literally try to run away from the cold and get indoors before it seeps into the bone. We parked a block and a half away from our friend Mark’s apartment, and started walking towards his front door. After about 10 steps, we retreated back to the car to try to find a closer parking spot. Jeff further tortured us by not letting us in immediately after we buzzed. “It’s cold here, isn’t it?” he said while we did the cold feet shuffle, panting, eagerly anticipating the warmth of the indoors with every stiff fiber of our being.

I have this notion that when choosing a winter coat, an Albertan will say, “I don’t care what colour it is, is it warm?” whereas a Vancouverite will say, “I don’t care how warm it is, is it a current recognizable designer label?”

In Grande Prairie, someone discovered a dead coyote near a road, obviously road kill. Since in Grande Prairie you make your own fun, these people proceeded to prop it up on a bus bench, sitting up, with its head leaning against the back with its tongue hanging out, and its tail hanging down. That is Alberta: rough, and not afraid to touch a carcass.

I have been reading “The Garneau Block,” a novel Jason gave me for Christmas, which has even further enhanced my feelings of nostalgia towards Edmonton, and Albertan life in general. It is a work of fiction about a University neighbourhood in Edmonton, and all of the landmarks and settings are real. It is about residents of the block who plan to convert one of their houses into a museum in the shape of a giant buffalo head, symbolic of how we destroyed the nature that could have sustained us, symbolic of the rural/urban dichotomy, and how we are searching for Mythic Power. Uh, yeah, right. (I think the author shares my opinion on this – it’s a comedy.) It's not the best book I've ever read, but it is really reminding me of Edmonton, and it describes things about the city that I always understood, but had never put into words. I especially like how the author not only describes the sights of the city, he also describes the smells, and it makes me feel powerfully connected to the story simply because I have lived there, and, I must admit, I miss living there (well, the summers, at least). One of my favourite conversations in the book is between a husband and wife shopping for a hybrid:

“Sweetheart, if we buy a Japanese car we’ll just make elitists of ourselves, alienate our own people, drive them to Hemis.”
“David, please, we don’t have a people. We’re Canadians.”

I often think about Canadian culture, and what it is. To me, it is pretty much indefinable. Maybe it can be defined by the 2010 Olympic mascots?

Amidst all of these warm fuzzies for my former home, I have a confession. Vancouver weather is absolutely lovely. After spending two weeks hiding from the cold, we came home to Vancouver and went for an evening stroll around English Bay without jackets because it was + 9. The lights of North Van are beautiful at night when they reflect off of the ocean. Here, my back muscles do not tense when I step outside, my snot does not freeze and send icicles shooting down my throat, my thighs do not burn from the cold, my earrings don’t freeze, and my glasses do not fog up.

For Your Viewing Pleasure

2007-11-12T15:37:00.000-08:00

Following are a couple of links for brilliant TV ads. It’s amazing what people can do when they all get together to work towards a common goal, and when their creativity is fueled by copiou$ amount$ of ca$h.

This ad for the Sony Bravia is the most amazing, and it features “70 000 litres of paint exploding on a disused council block in Glasgow. The ad, created by Fallon, required 1 700 detonators, 455 mortars, 622 bottle bombs, 65 camera positions and a crew of 200 people.” -- Mark Sweney for MediaGuardian.

There are other amazing, colourful commercials for the Bravia made with thread, plasticine bunnies, and bouncy balls. Bravia’s site has a movie on the making of the bunny ad, which is absolutely fascinating.

The Volkswagen Phaeton is advertised by an enchanting hand-made shadow-play.

OK Go is a band that is not too cool to have fun. They have made a video of a dance routine choreographed on a series of treadmills, one with everyone and everything covered in opulent wallpaper, and one of stuff blowing up, which would have been more fun to make than it is to watch. If OK Go ever comes to Vancouver, I will be buying tickets.

Are there any movies that you have seen that make you believe that there is something new under the sun, and wonder still exists?

Pictures at an October Exhibition

2007-10-27T11:21:00.000-07:00

Check out these cool pictures of ghosts by William Hundley: people jumping, totally engulfed in fabric.

I would love to try it myself. I'll post the picture if I'm successful. I've got a white sheet around here somewhere...

I discovered these photos through photojojo, which is the best newsletter I receive. It's short and sweet, and has inspired some of the pictures I have posted on flickr (the jumping ones, in particular). I recommend it to anyone who owns a camera.

The ladies at 3191 have posted a fabulous photo pair that epitomizes October. So does this one. I love the element of chance in their art (they do not coordinate or plan their photos).

This is a picture I took of a spider web in the roots of a log at the beach:

Happy picture taking!

Things I have learned that you should also know.

2007-10-05T00:31:00.000-07:00

Buy your gas from different companies.

Different companies put different detergents in their gasoline, which clean different parts of your engine. If you always go to one gas station, parts of your engine aren’t getting cleaned. They are getting neglected. Like your feet in the shower. Wash those, too: don’t just assume the soap will flow down and clean them. Say no to Petro Points.

Avoid using your park brake after city driving

City driving requires a lot of stopping, which heats up the brake pads. (Friction = heat. Remember rug burns?) Applying the park brake to hot, somewhat pliable brake pads will warp and/or score them, which will be bad news. Shaky brakies. Shakin’ that Ass is usually a good thing, but not when it’s your car’s ass. The Junk in the Trunk, I mean. Wait… no, that’s not it. Save the shakin’ for the disco, kids!

That’s it. I guess there are only two things. If you want to know anything else about anything else, you’ll have to look elsewhere. I suggest going to Wikipedia to learn about the Turducken just in time for Thanksgiving. Have a good one!

A return to myself

2007-09-13T09:33:00.001-07:00

Sunset, Sept 10 - B, originally uploaded by Bonnie Louise.

SEAttle

2007-09-10T17:53:00.000-07:00

Split, by Roxy Paine.
Polished stainless steel.
My most favourite sculpture ever.

On Saturday, Jason and I went to Seattle for the day to visit some friends who had flown in from Tokyo. Jeff, Geoff, Ian, and Darcy went to Seoul for Lindsay's wedding (which included a white grand piano and smoke like in a magic show... *poof* You're married!). Obviously, Jason and I would have loved to have gone to Korea and Japan also, but those countries are not within driving distance, so we settled on Seattle.

We parked the car at the hotel, which is in downtown Seattle, and then wandered around on foot, taking in the Space Needle, the Experience Music Project, and the Olympic Sculpture Park, and Pike Market (which was closed). Jason thought I had packed the camera, and I thought he had put it in his pocket, so we were (very unfortunately) sans camera! I kept saying, "I wish I had a camera!" Jason took some pictures with his camera phone, but it's just not the same.

Crossing the border into the states took us about an hour and a half, and there were no bathroom facilities. I was very tempted to visit the ditch, but there was very little cover. Our wait in the car was perfumed by silage from the nearby dairy farms: not a pleasant smell, but it was nice to be in the country. We were not at all impressed by the I-5. It was one of the worst highways we've ever traveled: cement adhering the gravel together. It took us about 4 hours to make our way down to Seattle, but only 2 hours to drive back during the night. We might cross the border again in the winter to spend a day or two snowboarding at Mt. Baker. All of the chocolate packages are different in the US (Reese, KitKat, etc.), which I did not appreciate. The KitKat logo is classic, and you just don't mess with a classic!

I'm glad I don't live on the underside of the 49. The stores advertising a "large selection of guns for sale" shocked me like a kick to the stomach.

Railtown Street Jam

2007-08-13T09:27:00.001-07:00

Sliding rails in Railtown on a somewhat sunny Sunday afternoon.

The hub and I went to watch some snowboarding in the middle of summer. It was cool until they ran out of snow. It was neat to see the trains going by in the background. The competition was for $1000 cash, but there was a tie for first place, so the winnings were cut in half. A most unpleasant sound is that of the snowboard edges trying to stop on the pavement. I got a sunburn. Birds pooped all over our car. Besides that, and the constant gansta rap, it was an enjoyable afternoon.

On Friday, I took Kelli to the Chinese garden to see the Vancouver Piano Ensemble play works for two pianos, eight hands. The concert finale was the final two movements Beethoven's Fifth Symphony, which was a huge, exciting tsunami of sound! Another highlight was Alexander Glazunov's The Forest, a piece I hadn't heard before. Prior to the concert, we strolled along the small Chinese night market and got some cheap food. My supper cost two dollars: $1 curry fish balls (which would disgust Jason to the nth degree) + $1 steamed pork bun (which would have tasted even better if I had removed the paper prior to eating it).

Grocery Shopping with Will & without Grace

2007-07-31T22:07:00.000-07:00

Can you infer from the title of this post who I saw at the grocery store this evening?

If you guessed Eric McCormack from "Will & Grace," then you are correct. You get a gold star. (In fact, I think I deserve ten gold stars for my clever post title. It may be the cleverest ever.)

I saw him out of the corner of my eye, did a double take, we made eye contact, and when he saw the flash of recognition in my eyes, he ran away down the frozen food aisle. I wanted to yell, "An army of frozen peas cannot protect you, Mr. Will! ...And the show should've been called Karen & Jack!"

So, let's see... that brings my celebrity sightings tally up to SEVEN (or eight, if we want to include Mr. Dressup):

1. Kari Matchett, the beautiful platinum blond from "Invasion." Spotted in the Calgary International airport.

2. Christopher Lloyd (Doc from Back to the Future). Spotted on Burrard. Well, maybe it was him.

3. Kurt Russel from lots of movies. Gotta love the feathered hair! Spotted near Robson while I was eating at Fogg & Sudds. Hooray for 2nd floor window seats!

4. Brent Butt, the mastermind behind "Corner Gas" brought his Vdub in for service one day.

5. Kristen Krueck (Lana from "Smallville"). I touched her hand while handing her her car keys at work. sigh.

6. French Canadian TV actress with curly auburn hair. She's been in many TV shows, but I can't think of any right now. Spotted crossing the street in front of my apartment last night.

7. Eric McCormack. Spotted at Safeway sporting shifty eyes and a sense of urgency. Was his car the sporty BMW convertible in the parking lot? He's here filming The Andromeda Strain.

Fireworks Competition - Spain

2007-07-25T23:08:00.000-07:00

Throngs of people leaving the beach after the fireworks.
The throng will undoubtedly be larger on Saturday.

I FREAKIN' LOVE THE FIREWORKS COMPETITION!

You know the fireworks you saw as a kid on Canada day in Your Home Town? Well, these fireworks literally blow those out of the water! It's sort of like eating gourmet chocolate, and never being able to eat another chocolate Easter bunny again.

For this competition, there are three layers of explosions choreographed to music: ones that shoot from the barge on the water, explosions above them, and sky-high explosions above that. I would have never guessed that Enya + fireworks could be so spellbinding. The fireworks looked like champagne cascading and dancing slowly and seductively to "Who can say where the road goes, where the day flows? Only time." There were also fireworks that sparkled long after the initial explosion, and it looked like angels taking flash photography. Jason called me "so lame" after I said that, but I don't care, it looked really cool. The finale was like an orgasm for the eyes: all the big fireworks in all the colors, exploding one after the other in rapid succession. Did I experience the sublime?* Yes, I believe I did.

*My favorite explanation of the sublime is when you perceive something that appears to be endless, but your logic disagrees with your perception, saying "this cannot be endless, that is impossible," and the conflict between what you perceive and what you know causes you to stop dead and maybe, if you're lucky, you get an adrenaline rush.

Yaletown Sidewalk Party

2007-07-22T12:38:00.000-07:00

The BMX demo was by far the coolest thing in Yaletown yesterday. The best part of this back flip pic is the expressions on the people's faces in the background. The Chinese man and his mom [to the right of the host in the orange shorts] have the best "wow!" expressions. The woman in the denim jacket with the extra large purse [in front of the yellow car] looks angry, and unimpressed. This is the shape of her mouth ;----;

Visualize This

2007-07-17T23:38:00.000-07:00

For this post, you must use the power of your imagination. Dust it off, it will appreciate the exercise.

I work on Main Street in Vancouver, which is home to many antique shops, small restaurants, and, of most relevance for this post, cheap apartments. As you can imagine (see I told you you would need it), I see many colourful characters in this area. It certainly helps to lighten my day when I see people who have either no sense of fashion, no sense of shame, or both, leave their cheap apartments to wear their unique ensembles out into the light of day.

Picture the following:
#1. An older man with male pattern baldness, long, flowing white hair, wearing a white polo shirt, small white tennis shorts, white knee-high socks, white tennis shoes, riding a white bike.

#2. A woman in her early 30's wearing light pink pajamas (button-up shirt and pants), sporting a really high side ponytail (think Punky Brewster), wearing black runners.

#3. A man in his early 50's wearing a sweatshirt of an odd colour green, riding his bike around a corner at an odd rate of speed. Upon taking a second look, I realized the man had a parrot on his shoulder. I must have missed seeing the (evil) bird the first time because it was camouflaged with the man's shirt!

#4. A man in his 70's riding a red motorized wheelchair/scooter, dressed completely in camouflage, pulling a small covered wagon that was also covered in camouflage!

#5. A Main Street regular: a woman who bears a shocking resemblance to Dee Snider from Twisted Sister. I can see her make-up from across the street.

These people make me glad to have large windows at work. When things are hitting the fan, I can always look out the window and get a good giggle.

Long Weekend Culture

2007-07-03T09:49:00.000-07:00

ACT I:
Bonnie and Jason are sitting on their small couch on Canada Day. Jason is listening to the Bloodhound Gang and reading The Witchblade Compendium, Vol. I.

Bonnie: You know, you could be listening to Mozart and reading War & Peace right now.
[pause]
Jason: How do you know that this isn't the Mozart and the War & Peace of my generation?
Bonnie: [sigh]

Two Touaregs & Superman's Ex-Girlfriend

2007-06-27T23:09:00.000-07:00

"Dead Touareg Rolling"
directed by
Bonnie Coppola-Scorsese

We had two Touaregs come in to work, imported from Germany. They needed to have their airbags disabled. Why? Because one is going to be blown up, and one is going to be dropped off a cliff in the upcoming Far Cry movie. The one that will be blown up has a hole in the gas tank. These trucks were hundred$ of thousand$ of dollar$. One was a W12 (has two V6's), which can accelerate zero to 100 km/h in 5.9 seconds.

They are flat black, and dead sexy. It's really too bad these bad boys couldn't live out their full, natural lives tearing up some rugged terrain (in Northern Alberta, perhaps?). "Live fast, die young" is what I always say.

Also, I got to meet Kristin Kreuk. She is short, and beautiful, and sweet. We are equally good-looking because we both have Dutch heritage and we're both Capricorns. We're basically the same person.
[sing-song voice] Hey Superman, my middle name is Louise, but you can call me Lois. [wink]

I am an Evil Person

2007-06-23T17:35:00.000-07:00

Hello Kitty knows me so well:
"You are not really sensitive about other's feeling. It's virtually impossible for you to care for others. For example, you would probably eat and drink next to a friend who is on diet, or you would share your romance with a friend who just broke up or some other insensitive things like such. Sometime, you should really stand in other's shoe and think for them, otherwise, those around you would probably think you are a 'self-centered' and evil person."

Ouch, Hello Kitty. I thought we were friends.

Everything is Connected: The Story

2007-06-18T23:06:00.000-07:00

Let me preface this story with a disclaimer: this is not the best piece of fiction ever written by Yours Truly. Also, it contains material of a graphic nature, despite it's innocent title. It is a fable of the most mediocre regard. See comments from this post for the material.

MARGITE THE PARAKEET

Margite the parakeet had discovered a secret. The worse she was, the better she looked. The meaner she was to the other birds, the shinier her feathers became.

As these matters usually go, Margite's discovery was purely accidental. She hadn't always been a mean bird. She was once sweet, considerate, and kind. Other birds would praise her lovely singing voice, and she was invited to perform at the fancy parties where the penguins catered, and the peacocks performed Baroque dances.

It was at such a party that Margite fell into her discovery, literally. She was about to go onstage when a jittery chickadee ran right in front of her, tripping Margite and scuffing her freshly preened plumage. It was in this moment of frenzy and frustration that Margite came undone. She yelled a curse word at the chickadee. Then she said some bad things about her mother.

As Margite eventually calmed down, she looked down to see that her feathers were spotless. Not only were they spotless, they shone brighter than ever. Margite thought it was odd, but she had a show to perform, so out onstage she went.

Later that night, in her dressing room, Margite noticed that her favourite cheese was missing from the cheese platter. She yelled at the penguin until he waddled away to find her some gouda. When he returned with a lovely cheese platter, Margite was not satisfied, and she demanded some nacho chips with melted cheese and guacamole made with extra-vibrant avacado. She looked in the mirror with the lights all around it, and she noticed her complexion was as clear as crystal. She had a nice rye and coke after an irish car bomb to celebrate her new-found beauty, and she slapped the flamingo bartender instead of giving him a tip.

On her way home that night, she noticed some footprints in the snow, and she promptly knocked on her neighbour's door and asked how dare he walk on her smooth, white snow and mar it with his imperfect gait. The neighbour huffed and slammed the door in her face (which she deserved), so she karate chopped his porch swing, just because. She hurried home to go look at herself again to see how much brighter her feathers gleamed.

Margite could not believe how much her eyes shone after she had insulted her neighbour and damaged his property. She immediately picked up the phone to call her boyfriend so he could come bask in her beauty. She heard his cell phone ring in the closet. To her great surprise, Jack was already home! She walked over and opened the closet door to find his corpse slumped over a pile of laundry.

Margite was horrified. She heard a noise in the kitchen, and realized that the murderer was still in the house! She started to run towards the door, but a chickadee grabbed her by the throat and whispered, "You were mean to me, and now I've been mean to you. Your boyfriend is dead because of your cruelty. I will not kill you, but I will scar you for life, so you will never be beautiful again." With that, the chickadee cut out Margite's left eye, and flew out the front door.

While in the veterinary hospital, Margite the parakeet was dreadful to the nurses, hurling insults at them every chance she got. However, her cruelty did not have the desired effect. Yes, her feathers became bright and shiny, and yes, her complexion was clear, but nothing could fix the gaping hole where her left eye had been.

She tried to play a game of barrel of monkeys, but only having one eye greatly hampered her depth perception. When she lost another $5 to the nurse she was playing against, she was not mean. She was not angry. She merely said, "Good game. Next week, let's play Pirates. I'll bring my eye-patch, and you can be the parrot that sits on my shoulder." They laughed at this joke together. Then the nurse said, would you like me to read you a story, and Margite said, yes, that would be delightful, and the nurse began, "The fireplace was still warm, and Jamie knew the owners could not be far..." and Margite drifted off to sleep because she was on a lot of morphine.

The moral of the story: you can be mean if it makes you pretty, but your boyfriend might die.

--THE END--

Martial Arts Training in Stanley Park

2007-06-03T22:41:00.000-07:00

::Karate Kid Crane Style::

::Side Kick Nature's Ass::

::Karate Chop::

::Nunchucks::

During our 10k walk around Stanley Park yesterday, I decided to do some impromptu martial arts training to keep up my Mad Karate Skillz.

I want to be the next Karate Kid. Don't lecture me about the many obstacles and glaring differences, I can do anything! Once a Big Movie Producer sees these pictures of my powerful physique, they will make a new movie starring me as Daniel LaRusso, a bullied boy who learns that there is more to Karate than violence. Vancouver is where the movie magic happens!

To facebook, or not to facebook...

2007-06-02T17:49:00.000-07:00

...that is the question.

I generally get the heebie-jeebies from that website. People could web-stalk me, and judge me by the "friends" that I have. Past lives could resurface after I had them buried so neatly, growing grass over their graves. It's a bit too Big Brother for me. Also, if the facebook community found out how awesome I am, I wouldn't be able to leave my apartment for fear of being mobbed by my (inevitable) throngs of fans.

Speaking of which, I fancy a walk. By the OCEAN & MOUNTAINS, people! Why am I surfing the 'net when I could actually be surfing?
Bye!

Tell me if you're pro or con facebook, a.k.a. crackbook.