Friday, December 25, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
Instead, I'd like to tell you all a story. It's a story of strangers, different paths crossing, and...uh... stop lights. Yeah, and rolling papers. Intrigued? Shouldn't be.
I was walking to work this morning, and stopped to wait for the light so I could cross. A man comes up and mumbles something, then apologizes. I smile and half laugh politely because he looks embarrassed, like he meant to speak but thought better of it.
Man - "You have a beautiful smile."
Me (flustered) - "Oh. Thank you!"
Man - "Really, very beautiful and genuine. Do you have any rolling papers?"
[excellent segue on his part, no?]
Me - "Nope, I don't. Sorry."
Man - "Of course. You've grown out of that habit. I haven't yet." (looks embarrassed)
Me - "Oh, I don't think you have to grow out of it necessarily."
Man - "Yeah, it's the lesser of two evils."
Me - "Right."
Man - "I mean, you've never heard of anyone going out raping and killing people because he was on marijuana right?"
Me - "Ha... no, guess not."
Man - (laughing weirdly) "But hey, maybe it'll make me do that. Who knows." (mumbles weirdly, moves closer to me)
Me - "Ok, bye!" (crosses street)
Moral of the story?
There isn't one. The ending just creeped me out, and I felt the need to share.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
You ready for it? Here goes....
I used to have a really popular Backstreet Boys website when I was about 12.
That's right. Backstreet Boys.
For those of you who know me, or have been reading la blog long enough to know my likes and dislikes, you are already well aware of my love for metal, "rock", classic rock, alternative etc - and my general disdain for most things "pop".
The same was true when I was younger. For me, the heavier the music the better.
I had a Backstreet Boys site.
To be fair, I also had another site dedicated to metal bands and the lovely long-haired men who were in them.
But the Backstreet Boys site absolutely blew up. It was INSANELY popular, and I cannot even tell you why. This blog hasn't seen even a fraction of what that site got. My guestbook was huge, the chatroom was always full, and my fan mail never stopped.
My poor little heavy metal site suffered in comparison.
I think the main reason I liked those damn Boys of Backstreet was due to one AJ McLean:
He was the "bad boy" out of the 5, and I was pretty much in pre-teen love with him. (Didn't he end up with a drug problem? Sigh...)
I just thought I'd share that little bit of info with you. I had forgotten about that site until the other day - when I googled it, I found write ups and info about the page that no longer exists.
Ah. It feels good to get that off my chest.
Blog friends that share together, stay together. But if you judge me, you will endure my wrath.
Monday, December 7, 2009
With one Christmas party under my belt, it means that the season is here...
Christmas is my favourite time of year. The past two, for a few different reasons, were more difficult than usual and didn't feel the same.
Getting Into The Christmas Mood: Step One - Christmas Movies
Y'all ready?First up - National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation. Watched it last week, and it made me wanna decorate right then and there.
Next... A Christmas Story.
This one is near and dear to my heart, since parts of it were filmed in my hometown, St. Catharines. Most notably, this scene:
And the third clip for your Christmas viewing pleasure - Scrooged.
Maybe not so Christmassy and "warm, fuzzy feeling" for most people, but it's one of my favourites:
While I love all the regular traditional movies and shows, these ones suit me best.
Merry December, folks.
Don't choke on your egg nog.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
We don't have cable.
Shocked? Don't be. We used to, but we lost faith in Rogers and didn't keep it when we moved. Needless to say, our non-cable stations are lacking.
So, until we go back to some form of cable, our TV show choices are pretty slim. When we don't feel like watching Tv-On-DVD or random movies, we're pretty much stuck watching crappy sitcoms or *cringe* celebrity gossip shows.
Mind-numbing bullshit. And these shows are endless. Access Hollywood, Entertainment Tonight, E Talk, and the WORST... The Insider. This is a show where not only do they follow the lives of people who are only famous for being semi-famous, but they have DEBATES about them.
One day it was on in the background while the boy and I were making dinner or something. This was a day or so after Patrick Swayze died, and the hosts (comprised of wannabe actors and D-list celebs, including Star Jones and maybe Kathy Griffin) had a debate about whether or not Patrick should have quit smoking.
The man just died. Debating about his smoking habits as though their opinions matter is just... sad, and disrespectful.
Bottom line, these shows make me insane.
And this is why we spend more of our time watching and re-watching Seasons 1-8 of Family Guy.
Now I feel a bit better.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Indeed I do.
I also love to randomly spit out the entire theme song to Fresh Prince of Bel-Air at odd times of the day, including during important conversations of a serious nature.
Let's call it my own special breed of Tourettes.
And so, when I heard about this video, I had to see it.
Without further ado, I give you:
I gotta admit, Jimmy Fallon. Ya done pretty good.
Monday, November 23, 2009
- If you can be overwhelmed and underwhelmed, is there ever a point in between where you are simply 'whelmed'?
- If a bad person is considered to be an "unsavoury character", why are good people not referred to as "savoury"?
- Y do ppl type actual letterz & emailz in weirdo txting shorthand? Ur hrting my hed. lolllzzzz. idk. I'm old or something.
- If a tree falls in the forest, does anyone hear? Oh wait. That one's been done. Without a real answer.
- If you are "under the weather" when you're sick, do you feel "over the weather" when you feel better than good? And if you feel normal, are you just "the weather"?
Friday, November 20, 2009
We've been meaning to paint. Really. We know the colours we want.
We just didn't do it.
Til now. The three walls that wrap around the kitchen (one in the front hall, one in the living room, one in the desk area) are FINALLY painted red. It went a li'l something like this:
C - Surprise, Kris! I bought paint while you were at work. Look at me... paintin'!
Kris - Didja tape it right? Is the shade right? Shouldn't we have drop cloths? What if the dogs get paint on them?
C - The paint is kinda pinkish.
Kris - NO! NO PINK! YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT PINK!
C - Oh, nevermind. Not pink anymore.
Kris - whew.
Kris - Since you won't allow me to paint, I'm just going to take pictures of you. You're pretty when you paint. But you should paint shirtless. I'm just sayin'.
C - It's been a day already. Stop taking pictures of the walls.
Kris - Can't help it. Need to take pictures from different perspectives at different times of the day.
Kris - Shhh, dog. Want a treat? Then be quiet.
Kris - That's it. No treat for you.
Jack - I am! I am!
Daisy - Mummy... Daddy... I have to show you something...
Daisy - I couldn't help myself. The paint looked fun, so I rubbed up against it. I was wrong. It was not fun.