more squeak than crunch

I'm on a bit of a house cleaning strike.
Which, doesn't really make sense, as I'm the only person who lives there full time.
Maybe tomorrow?
I just feel... blah.
I can't be bothered to get dressed. I just want to sit in my PJs and knit.
One good thing, I've been forcing myself to leave the house during the day ... uh, to go knit... at the Bean.
*insert eyeroll at myself*
I'm going to need a winter hobby that forces me to be social, and that doesn't include sitting by myself in the coffee shop drinking cup after cup of tea.

Tonight at GTI, lovely S and I were allowing ourselves to get a little silly. I think it helps. The space can be so dreary, people's situations so difficult... Anyway, after tearing down the Christmas tree we decided to head over to the grocery store to pick up cream and sugar for the coffee table. Neither of us is very good at reining ourselves back in from being silly- and S has fewer filters than I have. We rounded a corner in the store and walked up behind a man with the most lovely ass ever. What does S do? Pretty near assaults the man! She reached forward and made motions as if grabbing his cheeks... just as a woman rounded the corner from the next aisle.... we die laughing on the spot and rush to pay for our purchases before lovely ass can even turn around.

A great night, even if the temperature is at squeak and not crunch.
Brrrrr. hotwater bottle time!

to clarify...

I feel like today is as good a day as any to bring up my feelings about the cold. Mostly because I'm sitting in the basement at work shivering a little- waiting for the kettle to boil so I can fill my hotwater bottle.

I like the cold.

Please read that line again.

Note that it doesn't say "I like to be cold" or even "I like being cold".

I like the cold.
I like it because of what it forces. It forces me to take measures to become warm, to stay warm.
Sweaters, Scarves, Mittens... they make me smile.*
Hotwater bottles, like a warm hug wrapped in a felted sweater**
Slippers, blankets, toques***
Blankets, duvets, cuddling, spoons.
I like the cold.




*honestly... scarves? It like you've suddenly been given permission to carry a personal sized security blanket with you out in public!
**oh, maybe it's just my hotwater bottle wrapped in a felted sweater?
***sometimes I wear my toque in the hot tub.

How to do Christmas.

hike


Skate

huddle

(pond campfire provided by the Sheffrats)

New year...

two thoughts for today....

This morning I saw a neighbour washing his truck. A large white pick up truck. He was down on his hands and knees while he lovingly wiped the last traces of dirt from the shining hubcaps.

Tonight walking home from work I had the overwhelming urge to fling chocolate pudding all over it with a plastic spoon.

I didn't do it.
I just really wanted to.


Other thought: I wish that everyone I knew could take part in something like the event we had last night.
The 3rd annual collage (not college) party. New Years' eve brought in with a pile of arts... I don't think I can do it justice to talk about it. Just picture some of your favourite people in a room, a long playlist of your favourite (and new favourite) musicians. A table, heavy with slow cooked food. And the freedom to be. And the invitation to create.
yup.
it was a great way to start the year...

I'm not sure if this will work...

Happy New Year!

(tappa tappa brought to you by the 3rd annual collage party '10/'11)

resolutions

it's that time to start thinking about the coming year...

I generally make my year's resolutions on my birthday- as a matter of not wanting to fail, or not wanting others to see me fail. This year I forgot, so I'm in the same boat as everyone else, facing the new year with some new ideas and plans.

so, what are they going to be?

eat foods that are worth the calories. and enjoy them without guilt
play more music
write more music
play more of my music
find joy in all things
grow confidence, care less about what others think
blog
be more honest with myself and others
have more face to face time with people
pace myself.

sigh

I'm not going to pretend I'm not disappointed.
Thanks to the wonders of facebook and it's uncanny ability to show me conversations I'm not interested in, and link the people I know... I know that I'm not likely in the show...

Two casted members talking an hour ago online -Practical reasoning says:that was at least an hour ago, and you didn't get a call yet, and the two that you know are cast are cast in a configuration that doesn't leave room for a role for you.

Next time I'll take it more lightly when the director says "my dream cast would include you, x, y, and z"

only "y" has a role.


unless my phone is broken.

Drawing near....

What's that under the tree? Miss Jelly, her toys, some cookie tins waiting to be filled, 2 ukes and the autoharp. Pretty much picture perfect if you ask me.

really?

I have no problem with hipsters. Heck, I think I try to be one. It's a funny thing.
"Evolution of a Hipster" kills me.
The generalities are great for a laugh. I heard a GREAT comedy podcast on the weekend using every stereotype about hipsters, the whole show was about a university radio station that only played songs so obscure no one had ever heard them before. I laughed HARD.

Anyway, last night I had an audition (more on that later) and there was a young girl there... she was dressed like she'd been cast for a role in an 80's music video... but then again, I came in pig-tails and graphic tee (the audition was for the role of an 8 year old).
I chatted with her a bit since she was new and didn't know anyone... but it was all I could do to keep a straight face when I asked her what her audition piece was. Her reply? "Oh, it's a song from the 90's, 'Blue Hair' you've never heard of it, it's my favourite and it's really obscure"
amazing

oh say

so, I spent the afternoon in the studio the other day...

and now if you listen carefully, you might catch me singing some commercials on the radio.
ha!