Song of moment: "Sail" - AWOLNATION

Sail

This is how I show my love
I made it in my mind because
I blame it on my A.D.D. baby

This is how an angel dies
I blame it on my own supply
Blame it on my A.D.D. baby

Sail
Sail
Sail 
Sail
Sail

Maybe I should cry for help
Maybe I should kill myself (myself)
Blame it on my A.D.D. baby

Maybe I'm a different breed
Maybe I'm not listening
So blame it on my A.D.D. baby

Sail
Sail
Sail 
Sail
Sail

La la la la la
La la la la la oh!
La la la la la,
La la la la la oh!
La la la la la,
La la la la la,

Sail
Sail
Sail 
Sail


Sail with me into the dark
Sail
Sail with me into the dark
Sail
Sail with me into the dark
Sail 
Sail with me
Sail
...

I've really liked this song from the moment I heard it. I love the sudden notes of abrasive bass throughout.  I added it to some "liked" list on a player and when I clicked it, it took me to the video.  The beginning grabbed me.  It was exactly what I wanted in the video for this song.  And then, 1:19.  I don't know if that killed the video for me, or made it better.  Feel free to make your own judgement.  I still love the song.

Nothing broke

I was listening to music at work on 8tracks.com...and then I wasn't.

I like the pictures that these websites come up with to let you know that they're having problems at the moment.

Twitter
Chrome

Quotes of the moment

I sit a few cubes down from a nice lady who's always on the phone, answering complex questions about insurance and claims and coverage.  She's so composed, well-spoken, polite and patient ALL the time.  And then today:

   "Well she should be strung up by her toenails for telling you that!"

Wow, was she ever mad!  :)
...

And then there was this gem from last night where someone was ranting about their roommate:

   "It's nice that she does the laundry and all, but she uses the dryer to dry all the clothes!"

Ludicrous!
...

   "Faster than a buttered ferret!"
        --Jubbly, letting me know how fast she could run in her heels

Reverse Gizoogle

I'm not one to follow politics or give comments on them in general, but this one is a tough one to pass up because the comments keep coming and they're gems.

For those not in the know, our dashing Mayor, Rob Ford, was caught in yet another video this week.  Instead of an alleged crack pipe, it was Jamaican patois:

And then, in the spirit of my previous entry about Gizoogle, someone took the time to transcribe and "translate" what exactly the Mayor said in the video - what I am referring to when I say it's reverse Gizoogle.

The other two are more obscene, what our Jamaican translator called “indecent language.” The first, “raasclat,” is a deeply offensive term that refers to a rag used to wipe one’s buttocks after defecation. As slang lexographer Jonathan Green explained in a 2011 online post, “raas by itself means the buttocks, and by extension the whole person.”

Click here to read the whole article published on the National Post.

And then came the comments:

   "I can't get past 'ya raasclat bumbaclot.' LoL!"

   "Seriously, why he doesn't have a reality show is beyond me. The City should look into this, it'd be an excellent source of revenue.  It could pay for a lot of things, like subways or even gravy trains."

   "I love his defense too: 'It was my own time, that's how talk with my friends on my own time.'"
   "Absolutely.  On our personal time, some of us baby talk with our significant others, some of us use curse words with our friends.  The Mayor, he slips into Jamaican Patois.  Totally legit defense."

Totally.

Quote of the moment

I was on a call today with a colleague who was working from home today because her daughter was sick.  We were discussing some edits to a document when she excused herself for a moment.  Away from the phone, I could still hear her:

"Put some clothes on, you're going to catch a chill...not a dish towel."

Spectacular.

The big day

It really was the happiest day of my life.  While there were more tears shed that day than any other, they were tears of joy and happiness.  It went by so fast as I was told it would.  It felt like it was happening to me, rather than as as planned--not to say that it ran wildly out of control--it definitely didn't.  I don't even have any words. Perhaps I'll just capture pieces at a time.
...

Find the pieces under the wedding label.

Gizoogle my noogle

Go to gizoogle.net.  You'll know you're in the right place when you see the spinning rims.

Yup, that's the place.  

I've known about this site since about a billion years ago.  Pablo showed it to me once and while I never forgot it...I put the knowledge of it safely away somewhere in my mind and never bothered retrieving it for amusement...until last Friday.

One of my co-workers speaks proper English with a British accent, but every so often she'll prove her "street-cred" (her words) by throwing down terms like "fo shizzle" and "skillz."  On Friday, she did just that and it subsequently reminded me of Gizoogle, which I promptly forwarded to her.

Cue hysterics.

This made its way through our team like wildfire, putting us in stitches as we read over each others' shoulders and laughed together at the results.  We did it to our work site, the news, and other familiar and unfortunate web addresses. We did our best to keep the giggles down, but they ended up catching the attention of our Assistant Vice President who came out to check on us.

   "What's going on out here?"
   "Um, we're gizoogling things...?"
   "Gizoogling? What does that mean?"
   "Well, we go to this site, type in web addresses, and then this happens..."
   *used our work site as an example*
   "Oh my god, that's amazing!"

Fo' shizzle.

Music to my ears

Last night I was washing dishes and cooking - multitasking, as usual.  Macklemore was playing to keep me company.  Coming up to the chorus, a familiar voice joined in softly next to my ear as warm arms slid around my waist. 

And I can't change

even if I tried

even it I wanted to

My love my love my love

You keep me warm

you keep me warm

He hadn't sung to me in so long.  It threw me back to one of our first nights in together.  We lay on the couch, my head tucked into his neck and his arms around me; his fingers trailing lazy lines up and down my back.

The lights were turned down low and the music was up loud, but not too loud that I couldn't hear him singing along with the song.  The words were sung quietly to my ear while the tones hummed straight from his chest into mine. 

I fell for him in that moment, years ago, and I fell a little more in that moment last night too.

...

As a side note.  I can't get enough of Macklemore.  Each of his songs is a story and I love stories.  Some are serious and some are just for fun, but in the end, they're all good stories.

This would amuse only me

All of the communications we create at work that are going to be shared with the general public have to go through a review process to make sure we're not saying anything we're not supposed to.  I just received a document back from the review and our legal reviewer went through and removed all the references to "partnerships."  It made me think of that over-bearing boyfriend (or girlfriend) who refuses to put a label on a relationship.

  "We're not dating, we're just seeing each other."

  "We're not partners, we're just in a strategic alliance."

I guess I get it, but yeesh.

Quotes of the moment

These are the ones that are amusing me right now:

   "She was up and gone in a flash; lithe like a ferret she was!"
        - JB, describing someone escaping an awkward seat on the TTC

   "This will allow me to expedite the meeting quicker."
        - Someone at work from the department of redundancy department

   "it's a cold day when celsius and fahrenheit meet." [sic]
        - mimster's FB status...because it's true

Did have a cow

In January of last year (2013) I attended a conference and one of the giveaways was a little plastic piggy bank. Except it wasn't actually a piggy bank, it was a cow bank.  Not really one to collect all my change, I repurposed the cow for something else.  I decided it was going to be my Cow of Awesome.

My what?

My Cow of Awesome.

I decided that every time something awesome happened, I'd jot it down on a piece of paper and keep it in the cow.  Then, at the end of the year (or, as it happened, at the beginning of this year), I'd open up the cow and see what awesomeness had taken place over the year.  Today was the opening day.

Awesomeness spilled out all over the table.  One by one, I reminisced over the year as Malcolm stayed close by to share in the memories.  There were a lot of wedding ones, but there were a lot of other randoms too.  Many memories were made with others, though Malcolm and I also got to share a number between the two of us.

I've since relocated the awesomeness to a nondescript envelope for the time being, until I can figure out the best way I can store them for the future trips down memory lane.  In the meantime, I needed the Cow back to start this year's stock of awesomeness. :)

From _______, with love

My favourite souvenir to give and receive is a postcard, personally written and sent from wherever I (or the sender) has traveled to.  It's perfect: it (usually) gives a picture of where you are, you get to personalize it with a message, and then the postage and stamp is something unique to that country.  Not only that, it's delivered right to your door (or mailbox - whichever the case, it's for YOU).

Boxing day morning found me, JBG, and a few cousins lounging around the dining table over coffee and leftovers. For the hundredth time, I complained to K about the fact that I've sent her a ton of postcards from all the places I'd been to, but I'd still yet to receive one from her from ANYWHERE.  She'd even once sent one to our grandmother from Brazil. To accommodate the fact that grandma didn't read English, K had sent her a picture of herself in Brazil with the simple message on the back: "To grandma :) *heart* K." Grandma still hadn't understood the message or who it was from, but SHE'D GOTTEN A POSTCARD.

I digress.

Jupiter asked what the big deal was with postcards.

"It's just a postcard."

Just a postcard?

I left the table to go grab my collection of postcards I'd received from around the world. I selectively pulled out the ones JBG and Brodder had sent me, including a few randoms - even that selection turned out to be quite a number.

"I got this one when I was 8, from JBG. I spent WEEKS trying to positively identify him from the pictures...why would he lie?"

"This one, I hear the song in my head EVERYTIME I read it."
"What song?"
"Meow meow meow meow - you know...the Meow Mix song?"
"Oh yeah!" *laughs*

As we dug through my collection, there a lot of laughs and a sprinkling of gasps of horror at how ruthlessly hilarious the messages were.

"What's brown and hides in the attic?
The diarrhea of Anne Frank."
"Oh gawd, that's AWFUL!  But funny.  But AWFUL!"

Catching Jupiter in a laugh, I pointed at him.

"THIS is why you send postcards."

"Yeah, I get it now."

Indeed.