Not Quite A Tongue Twister
alpha q ... Alpha Q ... ALPHA Q ... A L P H A Q ! ! !
(hehehe)
Okay, it's true, it's not quite a tongue twister (unless you want it to be) but it sure is fun to say!!! Still don't get it? Try saying it out loud. Still don't get it even after that? Well, um, ah, Alpha Q then. ;)
Wednesday, June 16, 2004
Serving in the City
I think I shall deem Wednesdays as my Celebrity Day at work. Yes, I had the opportunity to serve the "Sex in the City" Star, Kim Catrall today. It was--like serving anyone else. I'm not the biggest "Sex in the City" fan (that's not to say I don't like it, just that I don't watch religiously--there's a difference) so I wasn't all gaa-gaa over her appearance at my table, but I did recognize her from the movie, "Mannequin", (which is MY movie and no one else's *ahem*) which I probably watched about 5 million-billion times as a kid. Anyway, like I said, serving her was like serving any other customer--she was nice, polite, and apparently not a pepper fan. I think the guys were more excited about her dining on the patio today than I was--although that probably didn't have much to do with her acting career, but probably had more to do with what she was wearing...or what she wasn't. ;)
I think I shall deem Wednesdays as my Celebrity Day at work. Yes, I had the opportunity to serve the "Sex in the City" Star, Kim Catrall today. It was--like serving anyone else. I'm not the biggest "Sex in the City" fan (that's not to say I don't like it, just that I don't watch religiously--there's a difference) so I wasn't all gaa-gaa over her appearance at my table, but I did recognize her from the movie, "Mannequin", (which is MY movie and no one else's *ahem*) which I probably watched about 5 million-billion times as a kid. Anyway, like I said, serving her was like serving any other customer--she was nice, polite, and apparently not a pepper fan. I think the guys were more excited about her dining on the patio today than I was--although that probably didn't have much to do with her acting career, but probably had more to do with what she was wearing...or what she wasn't. ;)
Wednesday, June 09, 2004
A Little Birdie
At work today, a Blue Jay managed to find its way to one of my tables. Well, I thought it was just one Blue Jay, but it turned out that it was a little family of Blue Jays that ended up at my table: dad, mom, and baby Jay. And to tell you the truth, I had no idea that they were Blue Jays until K told me so. Anyway, this family of Jays ordered, ate, and turned out to be a delight to serve not only because their little baby girl was so cute, but also because they were all so nice. So, just in passing, thanks, Chris Woodward, for the tip and pseudo-autograph.
(Coincidentally enough, a Dodger stopped Woodward on his way out the door to congratulate Woodward on his well-batted game last night and the two families stopped for a while to chat by the booths while curious yet shy fans looked on. My first celebrity day at work!)
At work today, a Blue Jay managed to find its way to one of my tables. Well, I thought it was just one Blue Jay, but it turned out that it was a little family of Blue Jays that ended up at my table: dad, mom, and baby Jay. And to tell you the truth, I had no idea that they were Blue Jays until K told me so. Anyway, this family of Jays ordered, ate, and turned out to be a delight to serve not only because their little baby girl was so cute, but also because they were all so nice. So, just in passing, thanks, Chris Woodward, for the tip and pseudo-autograph.
(Coincidentally enough, a Dodger stopped Woodward on his way out the door to congratulate Woodward on his well-batted game last night and the two families stopped for a while to chat by the booths while curious yet shy fans looked on. My first celebrity day at work!)
Sunday, June 06, 2004
Nobody Loves Me...But Plenty Want To Enlarge My---?!
Of 108 emails screened by Mail Washer for me today, a grand total of 0 were actually for me. Well, actually, I guess all of them were technically for me, but none of them had been personally written and sent to me by anyone I knew. Boo. At least my Mom thinks I'm special...
Of 108 emails screened by Mail Washer for me today, a grand total of 0 were actually for me. Well, actually, I guess all of them were technically for me, but none of them had been personally written and sent to me by anyone I knew. Boo. At least my Mom thinks I'm special...
Thursday, June 03, 2004
Lost, But Found
I sure many of you remember me complaining once long ago that my drafts wouldn't save on Blogger. Well, now that Blogger has updated their template and publishing formats, guess what I found buried deep within my pile of posts? All the drafts I once tried to save unsuccessfully! So, following, in no particular order, are some posts I started but didn't necessarily finish or post, thinking they were lost forever to the depths of cyberspace. The only semi-relevant post for current reading is probably the first one.
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This song ["Today, Tonight" by Dishwalla] caught my attention today as I was supposed to be studying Thomas More's Utopia. It's because I was feeling that feeling that I feel every once in a while--the one where I feel like I'm waiting for something to happen. I feel like my life right now has plateaued and now I'm waiting for something to come along and take it to the next level. I have no idea what it is that I'm waiting for, but it feels like if I wait long enough, it'll come, and it'll happen, and it'll be worth it. At this moment, I'm putting my faith in something unknown; risking my time for something that could never come. But by doing so, I'm getting the feeling that I'm on the right track. Do you ever get that sometimes? It's not quite deja vu, but it's not quite a leap of faith either. It's as though I'm sensing that my fate is about to take a turn and Destiny's going to throw something my way...I hope I'm ready to catch it.
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[This post is most applicable when read in conjuction with "TOP SECRET BLOG DAY Part 2" from January 9, 2004]
Alright, so as soon as mom found me blogging on her computer at work, she booted me off, hence, my last post was unfortunately so short. Since then, I haven't made it back to blogger, either at her work or at home, so here I am...with the rest of the confidential scoop of what she does at work.
The whole reason I'd gone into work with my mom was because I gathered from the stories she ALWAYS had to tell after work that all she and the other employees did at work was SOCIALIZE. They were always chatting, joking around, wandering from floor to floor to see what progress each other were making, going out for lunch together, throwing the best staff parties and such, and sharing pizza and beer every few weeks as they sat together to view the dailies or the new animations created since the last pizza and beer day.
I suppose it's not a crime to tell you that she works at an animation company of sorts. They animate movies. Or at least they're apparently doing so right now. However, I spent the first 1/2 hour at mom's work, sitting across from her at her desk, staring at her as she read her emails and took notes for her "things to do" list for the day. I got to meet all of her co-workers that had desks or offices en route from the front door to her own office. I would've hung out with them, but they seemed as busy with their work as mom was. And everytime I tried to join in on any conversation they were having, it would end shortly after, putting me back to square one: folding origami shapes for the receptionist downstairs out of the paper in mom's recycling bin.
15 minutes later Snuffy walked in. Thank GOD!!! She came in to say hi to my mom and to drop off a belated Christmas gift as she'd gone back to Cali and then London for the holidays. (She gave mom a Happy Buddha necklace of jade from her favourite Japanese store in California.) Anyway, Snuffy and I had met before, and she was more than happy to get me out of my mother's hair and take me around the place. Our first stop was to her own desk to make an appearance, and then she disappeared on the excuse that she needed to go to the bathroom--but really was just going to take me on my tour instead.
It was so cool. We went up to the animating floor where EVERYONE had their own workstation and computer with TWO HUGE monitors. One screen would have all the programming on it while the other would display whatever it was they were creating. So cool. They weren't set up in cubicles either, but more like plasmic blobs all across the floor.
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[This post was probably supposed to happen sometime in December of 2003]
So did I mention that Vin and I spontaneously combusted and drove up to Waterloo on Tuesday? Well, we did. Had to wake up DAMN early to do so too...11am is just not right. :p We kind of just threw up the idea the night before as we were studying, and before we knew it, we'd made all the arrangements and were on our way.
I sure many of you remember me complaining once long ago that my drafts wouldn't save on Blogger. Well, now that Blogger has updated their template and publishing formats, guess what I found buried deep within my pile of posts? All the drafts I once tried to save unsuccessfully! So, following, in no particular order, are some posts I started but didn't necessarily finish or post, thinking they were lost forever to the depths of cyberspace. The only semi-relevant post for current reading is probably the first one.
...
This song ["Today, Tonight" by Dishwalla] caught my attention today as I was supposed to be studying Thomas More's Utopia. It's because I was feeling that feeling that I feel every once in a while--the one where I feel like I'm waiting for something to happen. I feel like my life right now has plateaued and now I'm waiting for something to come along and take it to the next level. I have no idea what it is that I'm waiting for, but it feels like if I wait long enough, it'll come, and it'll happen, and it'll be worth it. At this moment, I'm putting my faith in something unknown; risking my time for something that could never come. But by doing so, I'm getting the feeling that I'm on the right track. Do you ever get that sometimes? It's not quite deja vu, but it's not quite a leap of faith either. It's as though I'm sensing that my fate is about to take a turn and Destiny's going to throw something my way...I hope I'm ready to catch it.
...
[This post is most applicable when read in conjuction with "TOP SECRET BLOG DAY Part 2" from January 9, 2004]
Alright, so as soon as mom found me blogging on her computer at work, she booted me off, hence, my last post was unfortunately so short. Since then, I haven't made it back to blogger, either at her work or at home, so here I am...with the rest of the confidential scoop of what she does at work.
The whole reason I'd gone into work with my mom was because I gathered from the stories she ALWAYS had to tell after work that all she and the other employees did at work was SOCIALIZE. They were always chatting, joking around, wandering from floor to floor to see what progress each other were making, going out for lunch together, throwing the best staff parties and such, and sharing pizza and beer every few weeks as they sat together to view the dailies or the new animations created since the last pizza and beer day.
I suppose it's not a crime to tell you that she works at an animation company of sorts. They animate movies. Or at least they're apparently doing so right now. However, I spent the first 1/2 hour at mom's work, sitting across from her at her desk, staring at her as she read her emails and took notes for her "things to do" list for the day. I got to meet all of her co-workers that had desks or offices en route from the front door to her own office. I would've hung out with them, but they seemed as busy with their work as mom was. And everytime I tried to join in on any conversation they were having, it would end shortly after, putting me back to square one: folding origami shapes for the receptionist downstairs out of the paper in mom's recycling bin.
15 minutes later Snuffy walked in. Thank GOD!!! She came in to say hi to my mom and to drop off a belated Christmas gift as she'd gone back to Cali and then London for the holidays. (She gave mom a Happy Buddha necklace of jade from her favourite Japanese store in California.) Anyway, Snuffy and I had met before, and she was more than happy to get me out of my mother's hair and take me around the place. Our first stop was to her own desk to make an appearance, and then she disappeared on the excuse that she needed to go to the bathroom--but really was just going to take me on my tour instead.
It was so cool. We went up to the animating floor where EVERYONE had their own workstation and computer with TWO HUGE monitors. One screen would have all the programming on it while the other would display whatever it was they were creating. So cool. They weren't set up in cubicles either, but more like plasmic blobs all across the floor.
...
[This post was probably supposed to happen sometime in December of 2003]
So did I mention that Vin and I spontaneously combusted and drove up to Waterloo on Tuesday? Well, we did. Had to wake up DAMN early to do so too...11am is just not right. :p We kind of just threw up the idea the night before as we were studying, and before we knew it, we'd made all the arrangements and were on our way.
Randomly At It Again
Believe it or not, I'm having writer's block.
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Squiggly called me tonight as I was making my blog rounds and he was apparently having a glass of wine. He asked what he had to ask, and I told him what I needed to tell, and then we just stayed on the phone. I miss doing that. I haven't had the time to do that in so long: have a comfortable silence with Squiggly. So tonight, for the first night in many that I haven't had to pass-out early, I was comfortable.
"'Friendship,' said Pooh, 'is a very Comforting sort of Thing.'"
--a quote off of a Winnie the Pooh picture from Squiggly
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I went out for dinner tonight with Chong at I think The Boathouse Grill down by Queen's Quay where I ordered a Jack Frost alcoholic drink; Amaretto, Piña Colada, and strawberry. When it came to the table, it looked so good: an icy pink smoothie in a sugar-rimmed glass...only it wasn't sugar-rimmed--it was salt. Needless to say, as interesting as it was, the bartender was nice enough to make me another Jack Frost, this time adding a lime and a generous amount of sugar to the lip of my glass. Yummy.
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The best friends are the ones who you don't have to call or see everyday in order to be reassured of your friendship. It could be weeks or months in between the times that you spend together, but whenever you finally DO get to talk to each other, you can pick up exactly where you left off, never wondering about whether the bond between you has weakened at all during the time that you've spent apart. It's that trust and confidence in your friendship that keeps it strong; that's what love is all about.
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As per my conversation with Boo earlier this evening, there is good poetry, and there is bad poetry.
A bad poem will have the lines rhyme with each other, but will allow for the atrocious rearranging of words in order to get that rhyme at the end of the line.
A good poem will either ditch the rhyme to have a good line, or ditch the line altogether.
A good poem will keep its vocabulary and diction constant throughout, using words like "weep" together with "will not".
A bad poem will have its vocabulary and diction selected randomly from different periods of time and slang, using words like "bawl", "doth", and "chit-chat".
In a good poem, you will "reminisce".
In a bad poem, you will make up words like "reminence" instead of checking your spelling.
A good poem will contain metaphors and similes to capture the poet's emotions and feelings when she is feeling trapped or uncomfortable.
A bad poem will say that you are "Suffocating like being in oh so tight leather."
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I met a massage-therapist today. I served him lunch and talked to him for a spell, taking one of his cards at the end. I bet he's amazing at what he does--they say your sense of touch heightens when you're blind.
Believe it or not, I'm having writer's block.
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Squiggly called me tonight as I was making my blog rounds and he was apparently having a glass of wine. He asked what he had to ask, and I told him what I needed to tell, and then we just stayed on the phone. I miss doing that. I haven't had the time to do that in so long: have a comfortable silence with Squiggly. So tonight, for the first night in many that I haven't had to pass-out early, I was comfortable.
"'Friendship,' said Pooh, 'is a very Comforting sort of Thing.'"
--a quote off of a Winnie the Pooh picture from Squiggly
...
I went out for dinner tonight with Chong at I think The Boathouse Grill down by Queen's Quay where I ordered a Jack Frost alcoholic drink; Amaretto, Piña Colada, and strawberry. When it came to the table, it looked so good: an icy pink smoothie in a sugar-rimmed glass...only it wasn't sugar-rimmed--it was salt. Needless to say, as interesting as it was, the bartender was nice enough to make me another Jack Frost, this time adding a lime and a generous amount of sugar to the lip of my glass. Yummy.
...
The best friends are the ones who you don't have to call or see everyday in order to be reassured of your friendship. It could be weeks or months in between the times that you spend together, but whenever you finally DO get to talk to each other, you can pick up exactly where you left off, never wondering about whether the bond between you has weakened at all during the time that you've spent apart. It's that trust and confidence in your friendship that keeps it strong; that's what love is all about.
...
As per my conversation with Boo earlier this evening, there is good poetry, and there is bad poetry.
A bad poem will have the lines rhyme with each other, but will allow for the atrocious rearranging of words in order to get that rhyme at the end of the line.
A good poem will either ditch the rhyme to have a good line, or ditch the line altogether.
A good poem will keep its vocabulary and diction constant throughout, using words like "weep" together with "will not".
A bad poem will have its vocabulary and diction selected randomly from different periods of time and slang, using words like "bawl", "doth", and "chit-chat".
In a good poem, you will "reminisce".
In a bad poem, you will make up words like "reminence" instead of checking your spelling.
A good poem will contain metaphors and similes to capture the poet's emotions and feelings when she is feeling trapped or uncomfortable.
A bad poem will say that you are "Suffocating like being in oh so tight leather."
...
I met a massage-therapist today. I served him lunch and talked to him for a spell, taking one of his cards at the end. I bet he's amazing at what he does--they say your sense of touch heightens when you're blind.
Tuesday, June 01, 2004
Random Rant
Wow, I miss blogging. I haven't written anything in SO long. I haven't read anything in SO long. I haven't chatted in SO long. I haven't seen anyone in SO long. I haven't talked to anyone in SO long. I haven't stayed up late in SO long. I haven't slept-in in TWO days (c'mon, this is ME we're talking about...). I already need a vacation from work, and I've only been there for two weeks. But that's two weeks during which I haven't done anything I'm used to. However, on the other hand, that's two weeks during which I've done and experience so many NEW things. Allow me to enlighten you in no particular order...
I've met many new and terribly interesting people that I would LOVE to sit and talk to again, and that's not including all the other wait staff (those guys I get to see practically everyday now):
- Donna Lee
- Matt
- Dr. Craft
- Donovan Cheney
- Brian Thomas
- Althea Prince
I'll leave it to you to speculate whether or not my business card offer-er is on this list or not... ;)
I've learned the value of giving and receiving tips. I've noticed that when I tip now I'm sure it's to generously reflect the service I've received, and I've noticed that when I receive tips, I'm truly appreciative of those who are generous themselves--that $30 tip on the $25 bill was indeed a strange yet generous gesture... :)
I bought hair chopsticks this weekend and left them on the kitchen counter when I got home. The next day I couldn't find them...because dad had put them in the dishwasher.
Weddings are so beautiful. They make me SO mushy. At the wedding that I was at this weekend, for their first dance, the bride and groom had a ballroom-type dance choreographed to "It Had To Be You" ready to perform to the rest of their onlookers--top hat, cane, and everything! Awww...
As cool as my extended-extended family and cousins are in St. Catharines, I feel very self-conscious when I go out there for family occasions--they're ALL so much better looking than me (Brodder will vouch for me regarding this fact), I feel like I got the shallow end of the family gene pool.
Deep-fried french toast tastes GOOD; you don't even need to butter it before adding maple syrup! And then adding a little side of whipped cream with it--YUM!!!
I spend SO much whenever I go out with Señorita--not that I didn't know that before. But then again, the "Eternal Egypt" exhibit, milkshakes, commute, shopping, parking, and whatever else were SO worth it!
You can always rely on the black dress as being a reliable choice for formal events such as weddings...grrrr...
Shopping with Mom is always a bargoon! (Janette you should come with us next time!) $2.50 pants? How could you go wrong???
I am NOT good with cash in hand...it burns holes in my pockets and I end up spending SO much of it!
A smile is definitely contagious...and helps to lighten-up some people's moods completely!
I am no longer nocturnal, but that doesn't mean that I'm a morning person all of a sudden either. ;) I miss my lazy afternoon hours and my flexible working hours back at the theatre with the guys, but I gotta admit--instant cash is definitely a perk to this new job!
Via a mere TWO degrees of separation, I can be connected to the bassist of I Mother Earth--cool.
I loathe uniforms.
I'd write more, but sadly enough, it's bed-time for me...I swear I'll be back soon...I miss you guys too.
Wow, I miss blogging. I haven't written anything in SO long. I haven't read anything in SO long. I haven't chatted in SO long. I haven't seen anyone in SO long. I haven't talked to anyone in SO long. I haven't stayed up late in SO long. I haven't slept-in in TWO days (c'mon, this is ME we're talking about...). I already need a vacation from work, and I've only been there for two weeks. But that's two weeks during which I haven't done anything I'm used to. However, on the other hand, that's two weeks during which I've done and experience so many NEW things. Allow me to enlighten you in no particular order...
I've met many new and terribly interesting people that I would LOVE to sit and talk to again, and that's not including all the other wait staff (those guys I get to see practically everyday now):
- Donna Lee
- Matt
- Dr. Craft
- Donovan Cheney
- Brian Thomas
- Althea Prince
I'll leave it to you to speculate whether or not my business card offer-er is on this list or not... ;)
I've learned the value of giving and receiving tips. I've noticed that when I tip now I'm sure it's to generously reflect the service I've received, and I've noticed that when I receive tips, I'm truly appreciative of those who are generous themselves--that $30 tip on the $25 bill was indeed a strange yet generous gesture... :)
I bought hair chopsticks this weekend and left them on the kitchen counter when I got home. The next day I couldn't find them...because dad had put them in the dishwasher.
Weddings are so beautiful. They make me SO mushy. At the wedding that I was at this weekend, for their first dance, the bride and groom had a ballroom-type dance choreographed to "It Had To Be You" ready to perform to the rest of their onlookers--top hat, cane, and everything! Awww...
As cool as my extended-extended family and cousins are in St. Catharines, I feel very self-conscious when I go out there for family occasions--they're ALL so much better looking than me (Brodder will vouch for me regarding this fact), I feel like I got the shallow end of the family gene pool.
Deep-fried french toast tastes GOOD; you don't even need to butter it before adding maple syrup! And then adding a little side of whipped cream with it--YUM!!!
I spend SO much whenever I go out with Señorita--not that I didn't know that before. But then again, the "Eternal Egypt" exhibit, milkshakes, commute, shopping, parking, and whatever else were SO worth it!
You can always rely on the black dress as being a reliable choice for formal events such as weddings...grrrr...
Shopping with Mom is always a bargoon! (Janette you should come with us next time!) $2.50 pants? How could you go wrong???
I am NOT good with cash in hand...it burns holes in my pockets and I end up spending SO much of it!
A smile is definitely contagious...and helps to lighten-up some people's moods completely!
I am no longer nocturnal, but that doesn't mean that I'm a morning person all of a sudden either. ;) I miss my lazy afternoon hours and my flexible working hours back at the theatre with the guys, but I gotta admit--instant cash is definitely a perk to this new job!
Via a mere TWO degrees of separation, I can be connected to the bassist of I Mother Earth--cool.
I loathe uniforms.
I'd write more, but sadly enough, it's bed-time for me...I swear I'll be back soon...I miss you guys too.
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