Sunday, July 30, 2006

Lost in Bay Station

You can sit around and whine about how you don't have anything to do, or you can make your own fun and convince your friends to be a part of it. Even if it's a large, over-the-top, grandiose idea that ends up taking a zillion years to plan, and probably a lot of money too. Hooray for Jill. I woulda thought of it, but I woulda been way too lazy to execute.

And so, I spent my day yesterday in a giant Amazing Race type booze-a-thon event that had me running (yes, running) around the entire city like a maniac with my fellow team members. The Pinko Commie Hippie Fags, as we called ourselves. There was hula-hooping, jump rope, something with stacking plastic cups in pyramid formation, something with guitars that I can barely remember. We may have stolen an Italian flag off of someone's house. And of course, there was more booze than I've consumed in a long, long time. Our team cheated hardcore and we still didn't even come close to winning this thing, but it was a lot of fun. Minus the 37 degrees with the humidex thing. And boy, do my legs hurt today. And I kind of wished Honest Ed's would have been a stop - I can find anything there in record time. We would have kicked ass finding toothpicks at Honest Ed's faster than anyone.

I do believe I am a serious liability to have as a teammate. I smoke too many cigarettes and am easily winded. I am not strong, nor am I coordinated. Music trivia is not really my thing, unless it's country music trivia, but uh, seriously, why would it be? I try my damndest to keep up with the best of them in a drink-off, but when it all comes down to it, I'm a tiny tiny girl. Can't fight nature. I'm sure I can drink more than your average 100 pound girl, but there's only so much a 100 pound girl can drink without you know, falling over. Woohoo for the hula-hooping. That, I rule at.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Recent Discoveries...

There's an awesome Native woman who plays acoustic guitar and who sounds like Barbara Manning who's taken up outside my local LCBO.

And sometimes there's live reggae at Christie Pits park on the weekends.

The Sopranos is probably the coolest TV show on the planet.

Homogonized milk is way better in coffee than 2%.

Marijuana + Ice Cream Bars = Happiness.

And good sweet red cherries are more than worth the exorbitant amount of cash you shell out for them.

Sunday, July 02, 2006

Say hello to the orange guy!


Name: Pacman (formerly known as "Snuggles")
Age: Approximately 5 years old
Date of Arrival: June 24, 2006
Origin: Abandoned in a vacant apartment, Toronto Humane Society
Likes: Treats, scratching stuff, the toilet, walking on my keyboard, fridge magnets (partial to the letter "X")
Dislikes: Whatever kind of food is being fed to him, the Siris lick bath.
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**Edit** Okay, so Pacman just didn't stick. People just kept calling him Snuggles anyway, and then Snuggles needed a title, so I added 'Senor' for alliteration (and hilarity). He now has a Latino accent, and a whole persona.