thoughts

how long do you hold on to things?

I mean, short of holding a grudge, how long do you hang on to old emotions?

I'm talking about that strange place in life, when your peers start to trickle back into their home town. 

Ok, so maybe not "short of holding a grudge", maybe I'm talking about grudges.

I'm thinking in particular of two guys I went to school with who caused me much grief. One just drove me nuts- teased me from grade 3 right on thru to OAC (Ontario Academic Credits- also known as Gr.13) honestly, the guy mostly just exasperated me... but he wasn't that bad. Then there's this other one- he made me cry nearly weekly, he was THAT mean. 

The mean guy has shown up and acts like nothing ever happened in the past, acts like he's my buddy. Mostly I tolerate him. At worst, I roll my eyes (at him). He's pretty shallow. 

The other guy has just shown up- I haven't talked to him, so I'm not sure who he's become. *

But seeing him started me thinking, when do you let things go? Does something like that need to be brought up again? Do you start fresh? Pretend nothing's happened?

Just some thoughts floating around in my brain this week.....

* I DO know that I covet his dog. In fact, he's been around town for almost a month now, but i only noticed yesterday it was him- I'd been looking at the dog every time he passed.

come again?

I'm not sure how I missed this....

but I think I just found the best ever site.

www.failblog.org

I'm pretty much about to pee myself here.

NOw... go... watch THIS

COUNTDOWN!

ok, so I left my camera somewhere today... I think it's in the car.

BUT, guess who figured out how to open up her old flickr account? mmmmhmmm, that would be me.

Sooooo, once again, it's a Monday Bunday from the Archives.

eeeeek!!! wasn't he beautiful????

ok, so the countdown... even better than talk like a pirate day my friends... even better.

19 sleeps until Nuit Blanche 2008!!!!

SooooooooooOOOooo, who's with me this year?

(I'm particularly interested in the torn books exhibit, the moon stages and the interactive light show- on the side of the skyscrapers)

** for those of you who are feeling too lazy to actually go read what Nuit Blanche is, it's an all night art show on the streets of Toronto, interactive, larger than life, incorporating all your senses.... wear a really great pair of walking shoes, drink coffee, and don't have plans for the next morning.

eye spy

Guess what I found today?

My camera.

Guess what else I found today (in my cupboard)?

Locally grown popcorn.

Guess what I took pictures of?

Nothing... I was too excited to eat it.

finally, something to look forward to

The hardest part of SVFF passing, (other than it being over) (and other than it being a whole YEAR till the next one) is the lack of something to be excited for in the near future.
It's all about the expectation.
So, I'm here to remind you that it's only 9 more sleeps till "talk like a pirate day".

Yarrr, I be there in spirit already.

Re: Bunday Monday

yes, there have been some questions as to whether or not there's something wrong with Little Fynn Pants and Giant Pontouf Pony. I think it's due to the lack of new pictures lately. 

Thankfully, there's nothing wrong with them. 

I did however lose my memory card from the camera. 

And I haven't unpacked my stiff from the festival- so, since I've come home and uploaded festival photos... I've lost my camera under the pile of crap in my room.

I need to deal with all that.

(insert nelson laugh here)

So, I'm driving.
I do that.
And I'm listening to some tunes.
I do that.
And I'm trying to turn up the music.
Cause I like that sometimes.
And my volume dial has been broken for years.
Cause I'm cheap.
So I'm spinning the volume dial, trying so hard to get it right.
And then I realize.

I'm listening to the ipod.

1101- and that's not binary

You know my dream of working in a coffee shop?

Well, I've got like 30 different dreams, but you know that one where I end up working in a coffee shop? A nice one.. that has live music, and I get to visit with people, and build community one cuppa time?

I had two separate offers this week to come work in people's coffee shops.

Now, neither of these were feasible. I couldn't live off of them. But it was lovely to be asked just the same.

The offer today nearly made me cry.

I'd love to have the means to be able to do it.

Someday.

Maybe.

1,100 (are you sick of me now?)

welly well well, what do we have here? A blog-o-versary?

What better thing to do on a Blog-o-versary than to talk about not talking about something!

My eyes are weary.

Speaking of eyes, I just got an alien joke sent to me, and I laughed very very hard. I will have to post it here at some point.

Speaking of eyes, you know I have a stat counter right? I've mentioned my Stat-obsession before. Yes, that means I know when you're reading this at work (ha ha, maybe even where you work). That means I know where you are. That means I know how often you visit, or how you got here. Even who provides your internet connection.

The walls have eyes... moo wa ha ha ha ha.

everybody everybody

new main page to be seen... if'n you know what I mean?

AND new fav quote...

"my parents room is out of town in my car, want to park-out?"

I'd go for it.