Awesome

I left my phone at home today. I probably also left myself logged into all of my accounts on my laptop which is also at home.


Knowing that I left my phone at home, I've had my Google Chat open so that Malcolm can forward me any important messages that might come through.

me - Hun, what's my FB status?
bf - Apparently you're raving about how awesome your boyfriend is?
me - OF COURSE my boyfriend is awesome!
me - What exactly did I say about him?
bf - You said, "If my boyfriend was any more awesome, my head would explode in the most awesome manner, simply from the sheer awesomeness of his awesomeness. imagine that."
bf - It's your status, why are you asking me?
me - mmmm....because I must have telepathically posted that one...I wasn't exactly sure what my telepathic powers were able to transmit to FB...

And so...I think there have been 19 comments to my status...and counting...

I'd post them all, but I can't seem to get my telepathy to download things today.

Quote of the moment

"Well, I'm pretty and that's all that matters."
    --some girls behind us at the theatre.

Hold on

There are a bunch of service call centres that I have to call on a fairly regular basis for information.

One of them has a never ending loop of a song that sounds kind of like...the background music to a 19th century set movie that doesn't have any words--the song nor the actors. You can just picture the protagonist strolling down the street with his top hat and cane, pausing every so often to pick a flower or to inspect the display in a window before straightening to continue his stroll down the busy street by the river in...Paris. :)

Another automated system has a girl on it who sounds airly like Luna Lovegood from the Harry Potter movies. Every time I call in I giggle to myself because I can just picture Luna picking up the phone and recording herself on it.

One other one annoys me because it has hold music that sounds ALMOST like "Amazing Grace"...but isn't. It's a cheap rip-off and for some reason, annoys me to no end. Why couldn't they just get it right?!
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And I just got off the phone with a nice little old lady who reminded me that it was going to get cold tonight and to: "bundle up to someone nice and stay warm."

I will, little old lady, I will.

She don't 'ave the Power!

    "I can't go on."
    "Don't say that, baby, you can! You can do it."
    "No, I can't, I'm too tired. Just...just go on without me."
    "Honey, I won't leave you behind--we'll stop, I'll wait for you."
    "No, just keep going. Don't worry, I'll catch up...I will."
    "Are you sure?"
    "Yes."
    "I love you."
    "I love you too."
    "Okay, just one more episode..."
...

Jack is killing us. And we love it.

On the side

Oh yes, and I've been holding out on you. Brodder introduced me to this blog a couple of weeks ago. The first post I read was titled Dogs don't understand basic concepts like moving and I cried from laughing so hard halfway through the post.

I have nearly completed her entire blog. Allie is another reason I'm so tired lately.

Why do I have to LIKE things?!

Anyway, she has been added to the sidebar. :)

Jack Bauer is ruining our lives

I am exhausted. From work? No. Volleyball? Sadly, no. Lack of sleep? Yes.

But why am I lacking sleep, you ask? Jack Bauer is the answer.

Thursday night I was out playing volleyball. When I came back, I found Malcolm 5 episodes deep into the first season of 24. Having vaguely recalled watching the first few episodes myself a long while ago with MBA while he was on his "24 hours of 24 binges, I sat down to rest my weary bones and watched.

We have barely moved since.

We were supposed to clean house on Saturday. Didn't happen.

We were supposed to make dinner for ourselves. Didn't happen.

We were supposed to go to Yorkdale Mall to spend some gift certificates on ourselves. Didn't happen.

So what happened? The conversation I had with MBA over BBM most aptly explains our predicament.

mel - Jack Bauer is taking over our lives!
MBA - You're fucked. It's over. Get food, TP, 'cause you're never leaving the house again.
MBA - You should be socializing with friends, but you've only got one thing on your mind...
mel - Bauer! The power of Jack Bauer!
MBA - Can you hear the countdown in your head?
mel - *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep*
mel - We just spent 3 hours eating and playing at Dave and Busters, and the most exciting part of our night?
mel - Getting to go home to Jack.
MBA - Consider your life destroyed by 24.
MBA - Get eye drops
MBA - Put a toilet bowl by the TV
mel - Shut up! We're trying to watch 24!

And thus, I find myself exhausted. We finished the first season last night--very much against our own wills, actually. The smart thing would to be stop now while we've got a clean break.

But will we?

*beep* *beep* *beep* *beep*

Lamp of Will

I was going to post something kinda serious (which I might still do later) but I got all distracted while searching for literary references to support my story. I found this picture instead and was reminded about how I wanted to be good at this one day too. Photography, that is. Not holding lamps. I'm already good at that.


Photo credit: Richard Lautens/Staff Photographer for The Toronto Star

Weeze-y

If you want to destroy my sweater, pull this thread as I walk awayyyyy...

:(

Good thing I know how to knit!

Quote of the moment:

"Raps! Get off your knees, you're blowing the game!"
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I love going to raptors games. :)