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Shopping on the Interwebs

Tuesday, January 17th, 2012

There are some things that one buys online and expects to buy online; some are surprises.

This is a fabric comb

This is a fabric comb

The first thing is a sweater comb. I started looking for sweater combs about 6 weeks ago. You would think this would be an easy thing to find. By the yarn or in the laundry aisle or something. But no. Nothing at fabric stores, department stores. Hell, even CT let me down and they have everything!

And no, I do not want the “electric” version of the thing – why buy something that needs batteries when there’s a perfectly good tool that does not?

Great gift, btw. Pulls off pills from pants and sweaters and stuff. An excellent little invention.

And then it was sweatshirts. I like sweatshirts. The normal kind. No hoods. No zippers. No pockets. Just a gorram sweatshirt. But everyone else likes hoodies with zippers and pockets, so that’s what the stores stock.

Online shopping to the rescue on both counts. I shall have my comb and sweatshirts delivered to my door. Bless the Internet.

Limited Christmas content

Saturday, December 17th, 2011

I am not a fan of Christmas carols, traditional, new or otherwise. Especially if they are on a loop while one is trying to get any purchases made in the weeks leading up to the big day. My shopping is all done, mind you, but then I forget that it is coming up to Christmas and sometimes wonder into a mall by mistake because I need to get new socks or something and then there’s the loop of carols and I wind up wanting to take out a family of saunterers. I hate saunterers.

With 3 exceptions.

1. Band-aid/Do They Know It’s Christmas (1984). I know it’s 80s schmultzy and despite the oodles of money raised, there are still hungry people. But this one gives me warm feelings and memories of freaking awesome hair. At the time, these were the singers that were rocking my world. Bono was still inspirational back then and George Michael still had a voice. And Paul Young! I loved Paul Young.

2. David Bowie & Bing Crosby/Little Drummer Boy/Peace on Earth (1970). The lore is that Bowie was trying to mainstream and that Crosby didn’t know who the hell he was. The Peace on Earth part is original by Bowie, btw. Just lovely voices and an original mashup.

3. The Pogues featuring Kirsty MacColl/Fairytale of New York (1987). Irish. Boozy. Lovely. Ya scumbag, ya maggot. Happy Christmas.

Thank you

Saturday, July 2nd, 2011

After a nice BBQ with friends, I came home. It was dark out, and I saw a flash of something out back. My yard is against a school field and some guys had professional grade fireworks that they were setting off in the field.

So I sat in the backyard with a front row seat to some decent fireworks, and random people shouting “Happy Canada Day” from apartment balconies, the field, and the street.

Once all the pyrotechnics were done (and they were awesome), it was very dark, and there was a chorus of thank-you’s from random voices all around the neighbourhood. The last one a very loud, “Thanks for the fireworks, eh?”

How very Canadian.

Up with which, I will not put

Tuesday, April 12th, 2011

I got a misdirected email from someone who has a lot of relatives with the same last name as me. It was an invite to a big Easter shindig somewhere in the States, and you know, I would consider the invitation, cuz there’s ham, except for one insurmountable and scary, and BAD in the worst way detail:

JELLO SALAD.

If you know me IRL, then you know my justified fear and loathing of JELLO SALAD. Why? WHY? You put SOLID things in a coloured gelatin and you expect people to EAT IT. Like carrots. Carrots and jello don’t belong together. Nor does marshmallows, celery, nuts, cherries or pineapple in jello.

This is non-negotiable. So sorry, J, thanks for the invitation but I will not be attending your “feast”.

Whatever you do…

Monday, October 11th, 2010

don’t. blink.

This is at a house down the street. I’m not sleeping well these days.

On the approach

On the approach

Look at the one on the right

Look at the one on the right

Too late now

Too late now - instrument of doom

What’s your colour IQ?

Sunday, August 8th, 2010

I scored a 10, which means I can tell a dirty orange from a dirty dirty orange…

http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/62505

Well played, sir, well played

Tuesday, June 15th, 2010

Went for a walk after work today and went through a walkway to a little park in the neighbourhood where you can see into people’s side yards and backyards. One house had what looked like a duck couple at their coy pond, until I got closer and realized they were the most lifelike garden gnome-duckens that I’ve ever seen.

I can’t figure out if it’s because they like ducks, or if this will keep away other ducks.

In any case, I was coming back around the block and I saw what looked like their gnome-cousin in the form of a squirrel, frozen in a “stand” position. Until I was exactly in front of him and he suddenly sprang forward and scared the living crap out of me.

Behold my first world problems

Monday, May 3rd, 2010

So they’re cleaning out the water mains at work so we had no coffee/tea or water today (though they did bring in bottled water) and I had to go buy Timmies (which in a plaza right beside us so I’m hoping whatever drugs they put in the coffee are also good for killing rust and sediment) this morning and I didn’t get my after-lunch coffee.

It was very discombobulating.

Dream

Monday, March 15th, 2010

My family was renovating my sister’s house which wasn’t my sister’s real life house, and the not real life house had a dirt floor basement that seemed more like a catacomb with many rooms and kind of drippy walls. Anyway, my father broke through a rubble wall and a series of ghosts started coming out, kind of like in Scooby Doo when the kids find the secret door in the haunted mansion.

But these weren’t just any ghosts – I distinctly remember Abraham Lincoln, Christa McAuliffe and Bette Davis.

We weren’t exactly afraid of them, but to ensure that they travelled only on approved pathways, we put up police tape around hazards and unexcavated areas.  They were very respectful of the boundaries. No one knows where they went upon exiting the premises.

Firsts

Tuesday, November 24th, 2009

I went for my annual *cough* check-up today (which was 3 years in the making, but who’s counting?). Decided that I should take advantage of all of our commie-pinko-socialist healthcare and all that. Up til now, I’ve been rather ambivalent about getting the H1N1 flu shot–I’m not in the high risk group and I never get flu shots. Doctor had other plans. Doctor made me get an H1N1 flu shot. This being my first flu shot ever, I have to say I’m not a fan: my arm (particularly my shoulder) is really freakin’ sore and my elbow is achy. I think I have swine flue in my elbow. But, I know one or two people who went through the H1N1 itself though, so I guess as long as this goes away and it works, it was a good thing.

Apparently, I have the blood pressure of a teenager. But as I’m chronologically more challenged than that, I get to do a series of more tests to check that I’m not falling apart at the seams or something.

In this, my month of firsts, I also purchased winter tires for the first time.  As far as winter tires go, you’d think that all Canadians have them but that’s really not true. I learned old skool: you learn how to skid and how to control you car and pump your brakes. Which is another thing: ABS is stupid. I don’t want a car telling me when I’m pumping and when I’m not. I KNOW when I want to pump and the damn car should not be making those weird shuddery noises and popping the brake when it feels like it. It’s unnatural. Anyway, the tires. So far, I’ve noticed that braking feels different and winter tires are noisy. Of course, we’ve had a gloriously warm November so far, and now I think I may have jinxed us to getting eleventy feet of snow because I decided to purchase winter tires for the first time in my life and now my car has ABS AND winter tires, which is the equivalent of saying “Hey, Mother Nature, please pelt me until I am wimpering in submission for the arrogance of these modern inventions.”

I also got switched to “smart hydro” today (being hydroelectricity, not hydro=water–I was very confused for the first few years of home ownership as to which is which).  Basically, they’ve got winter and summer “sweet zones” where you pay less money for electricity usage as well as prime zones for usage, and you pay more for prime usage. With the new meter settings, they now track usage hour by hour. I think this is a pretty good concept, and someone like me, who can be flexible on when I’m doing laundry and so on, has the ability to probably save some money on my previous bills. Or it would be, except for the fact that I get my brand new gas fireplace in a few weeks, and since it uses some electricity to get the pilot going, and I will most definitely run that baby during prime hours, I’m probably not coming out ahead. And I don’t care. Fire. Book. Scotch. Seriously… life will be good.