Dear Universe

Dear Universe,

I DID ask for sun the other day.  Thanks for listening.

melody
...

I was talking about pathetic fallacy the other day.  It's still pathetic.  So pathetic.  But this is in the good way.  Once again, it's pouring and I'm dancing and it's great.

Water-log

By the time it was over, there was water on the floor, the tub ledge, the mats, the ceiling, the toilet--there were wet indentations in the toilet paper roll and huge wads of it in the toilet itself.

I had noticed a spider on the ceiling AFTER I'd started to shower.  He was a mobile sucker and was making his way over my head where the shower controls and shower head was.  I tried to discourage him at first by flicking water up at him (water on the ceiling), but while it paused him for a moment, it wasn't enough to deter him and he continued to mosey on over the taps of the shower.  I really tried my best to ignore that he was there at all--I could barely see him without my glasses--but when he started to DANGLE from the ceiling, that was enough.

Out of the shower I flew (water on the mats), leaving the water running because there was no way I was reaching DIRECTLY UNDER the spider to turn the taps.  I grabbed a huge wad of toilet paper (wet indentations on the tp roll) which proved to be harder than you'd think with sopping wet hands--the water kept melting the squares.  Once I had an adequately gimongous mass of tp, I climbed back onto the edge of the tub (water on the tub ledge), aimed, and smushed the spider where he stood--upside-down on the ceiling.

Success!

I tossed the wad of a coffin down to the toilet below (water on the toilet) but missed (fail) because the wad stuck to my still wet fingers and changed the trajectory completely. I had to get down to retrieve the carcass (water on the floor) finally tossed him to his final doom in the can.

It was then and only then that I was able to finally return to my shower in peace.

Of course afterwards was when I noticed there was a spider over the sink...

Better in the Sun

This morning was grey.  It was dreadfully grey.  Though I'd already slept in, it took a lot of convincing to drag my body out of bed.  Not even a peanut butter and banana sandwich could break my gloomy mood.  I set the kettle to boil before I plopped myself in front of the computer to open up all I had to work on for the day.  Two minutes later, I tweeted about the lack of sun and bailed back downstairs to make myself a cup of tea to try to melt away the cold blueness I was feeling.

Back at the computer, I had to plug my phone in to charge since I'd neglected to do so last night--it was then that I noticed that I'd missed a call from a long distance number.  Normally this would result in me crabbily deleting the notification and grumbling something about damn-telemarketers...but this one left me a message.

No way.  Someone wanted to talk to me about my resume?  My application to a job was actually viewed and viewed by human eyes?

I called Sandra back (though Sandra wasn't even a Sandra - thank god I'd actually taken a minute to LISTEN to the message) and we talked.  And talked and talked.  And as we talked, I swear the sun came out, even just for a little bit.  

If ever pathetic fallacy actually said anything about the moment, I hope it was this one.  

Song of the Moment: "Somebody that I used to Know - Gotye feat. Kimbra

Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
I told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it's an ache I still remember

You can get addicted to a certain kinda sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over

But you didn't have to cut me off
Make it like it never happened and that we were nothing
I don't even need your love, but you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough

No, you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
Guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know

Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Now you're just somebody that I used to know

Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believin it was always something that I'd done
But I don't wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know

But you didn't have cut me off
Make it like it never happened and that we were nothing
I don't even need your love, but you treat me like a stranger
and that feels so rough

No, you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
Guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know

Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
...

Though I'm pretty sure it's, like, EVERYONE'S song of the moment.

Arrested on The Fringe

Due to season finales and breaks, we've moved from those other series on to this one.  As Malcolm explained "I could get three seasons of this show all at once!"  Good enough reason for me.  It's been keeping us busy.

While each episode leaves you wanting for more, it's not the cliffhanger gimmick like the other episodes.  The plots are fun, but each episode wraps itself up nicely so that if you need to go off to bed before watching the next installment, you can do so without having to toss and turn wondering if our heroine is going to make it out alive.

What's also been keeping me busy is something that I really should have done (and completed) a long time ago.

Brodder bought me all 3 seasons a while ago, but I never cracked it open until now.  

"There's always money in the banana stand."

Do I get training for that?

I think I might just apply.  :)

Pop references

me:  How the hell was that a drawing of britney?
bro:  Google "britney car umbrella"
me:  Seriously?
me:  How did I not know this?
me:  In that case, that was an amazing drawing.

I can't believe we didn't screen shot that.  :(

Drawn to the dark side

I recently switched phones.  I went from a BlackBerry to an Android phone--it seemed that while I was away in Asia, everyone that used to be on my BBM list graduated that way too, so it was only natural that I catch up.  That and my friend GAVE me an Android; the Samsung Galaxy Nexus.  Only a day into using it did I realize that switching was probably a bad idea.

It. Is. So. Much. Fun.

At first it was Scramble with Friends and Words with Friends where playing against Brodder I continually got my no-ass handed to me and I kept going back for more.  But then I caved to what I knew was going to be my biggest addiction:  Draw Something.

I'd never played it before, only caught glimpses of it on my friends' phones, but I knew it was going to be trouble.  It was.  I probably downloaded it at 11:30pm, and finally threw in the towel to sleep at 4:30am.  Mostly because no one else was awake to play with me.

So. Worth. It.

I continued to play and add friends the next day.  I'd drained my battery only 3 hours after waking up from playing games continuously.  The best Draw Something chat I had was with dimps:

Coming up on Turn 21
dimps:  Playing with you is so much faster than playing with Kee.  It took days to get to this level.  With you it's been hours.
mel:  yeah, well, whether I draw slow or fast, it's still going to suck, so why take so long?
dimps:  true!

And I'm still at it.

(I know using words is technically not allowed, but if I didn't, she would have had NO clue.)

Not just cat-napping

I scooted upstairs to grab a book and found the cat still in bed.  The sunlight was streaming through the windows and had been for hours, and yet he had not stirred from his comfortable spot at the foot of our bed, despite our warm feet having been missing since morning.  I gingerly stepped over to him to see if he was awake enough for a pat on the head.  He opened his eyes not even halfway and dared me to wake him.

I left him as I found him.

Dear Universe

Dear Universe,

I was thinking about writing you another letter today about you possibly sending a little money my way and it being, again, groovy and supremely awesome...

...but I guess your ESP was on today.

Thanks again,

melody

Hunting a River Destination

My last post was inspired by the latest cliffhanger series we were watching, but of course I FORGOT to write about it.  FYI, that show would be The River starring Bruce Greenwood (Captain Pike, from the latest Star Trek Movie).

It's like watching Ghost Hunters mashed up with Destination Truth except that THINGS HAPPEN!!!  We pummeled through the entire first season in 2.5 nights.  But then again, I think it was just a half season.  C'mon season 2!!!

Hanging off the cliff

I can't seem to recall TV shows being so addictive.  They used to be about whatever they were about, and then they'd finish telling their story by the end of their time limit--be it half an hour or a full hour--and you were good until next week.  Yet somewhere along the way, someone (brilliant) re-invented the cliffhanger.

Sure I was told to tune in next time at the same Bat-time, to the same Bat-channel, and sure I did, but it wasn't because I needed to know whether Batman survived or not (because I already knew by that age that he always did) but because there really wasn't anything else on.  Now when I watch any show that's not reality--not that I watch reality--at the end of the hour, it does its best to sink its hooks into me to leave me wanting for more...and more often than not, it's successful.  

Cases in point?

The Walking Dead

Irresistible to Malcolm (he loves his zombies), he began the download of this series after he discovered a synopsis of it online.  While the plotline isn't that complicated (world apocalypse due to zombie infestation, few survivors that have issues with each other, everyone stays together anyway trying to find some rumoured about safe haven), every episode leaves you with the knowledge that someone is about to let their guard down when a zombie is just around the corner.  

That or Carl is just never in the fucking house.  

Alcatraz

Already the mystery of the show intrigues me as I have never in my handful of times to San Francisco been able to get my ass over to Alcatraz to check it out.  This show claims that Alcatraz never really closed in 1963 as history officially says it did--everyone disappeared en masse instead and are now mysteriously reappearing one by one, guards and in-mates alike.  The job of Det. Rebecca Madsen and Hurley Hugo Dr. Diego Soto is to find them before they cause any trouble and try to figure out where they came from, though their boss, Agent Emerson Hauser doesn't exactly make it easy for them.

(At the end of every episode, I expect them to stamp the logo of "LOST" across the screen--don't ask me why...)

The Firm

Shot in Toronto, half the allure of this show is trying to figure out the locations of the shots, and whether or not I recognize any of the BG actors from the set of Still Seas.  Even Dad's been cast a few times to be BG for this show.  The gimmick of this series is to do the flashback/flash-forward a couple of times to show you what's up next without actually telling you how you got there.  Damn them.  And double damn them for getting cancelled...I really love watching Juliette Lewis in trashy kind of roles like this.  Even better was when she was a weed dealer in Due Date.  I digress.

It's unfortunate that The Firm is the one of the three that's slated to be axed because of the three, I enjoyed its mash-up of characters the most.  The Walking Dead, while it had its shockers of killed-off characters, has left too many characters with predictably annoying traits alive--enough that I spend more time guessing the moments one of them will do something predictable than paying attention to the plotline.  Oh, and ZERO chemistry between the Asian dude and the White chick--it was nice that they tried, but it was awful.  Alcatraz isn't that bad, but I just can't get over Hugo being Diego half the time.  But then, I love Hugo/Hurley, so it's not something that's completely a bad thing.

It could also be that now, instead of watching things one episode at a time on TV, since we don't have cable and download everything, we have the option of vegging out for days at a time on the couch, delving deep into a single season or an entire series.  It could be that rather than get up off the couch to rejoin reality, I'd much rather laze about and live in someone else's world a little longer.

Or, it's just damned good TV.

And probably more to come

My last post included "The (SECOND) Poo Story."  Here's the first poo story, in case you were interested.  It also includes an ehbaba poo story in the comments, much to my tired delight tonight.  :)