blogging moron

J just frustratingly pointed out that her comments never appear on my blog.

I just thought people didn't find me as amusing as I find myself.

Just figured out I had somehow switched it to 'moderate' comments yet failed to figure out how to check if there were comments to be moderated.

I have now switched that option off since i figure you pretty much should have an equal right to say whatever you think about what i think since I say whatever I think with no one moderating me.

craigslist redux

I wonder if 'fashion whores' really do exist...

...and i just thought i'd clarify...while i may shop for *real* dates or stolen merchandise online, i have thus far, refrained from responding to what amounts to the 'sex want ads'. i just find it rather amusing and visit the 'casual encounters' section as I would my newspaper home page, friends' blogs or this time wasting but really funny site (which is all i will have once i cut cable in a few short weeks).

just thought i needed to clarify....

i also apologize for my latest 'linking' craze. I've just discovered how to do it properly and have become ridiculously addicted to it.

online shopping

you really can shop for just about anything online these days...

• new, used and stolen merchandise thanks to ebay
• boyfriends - thanks to lava (or my newest experiment Plenty of Fish)
• wedding gifts from the online registry that are delivered right to their door without you ever having to see, wrap or lug it about
• music...that somehow magically end up on your computer and ipod

and because I was at a complete loss about where to find one of these...

• a "tongue lashing in your holiest-of-all-holies" thanks to the magic that is craigslist

Allergies

Yay pollen! Yay trees and grass! Oh how i missed you so.

Because it wouldn't be a true spring or summer if I didn't have a permanently stuffed up nose or lovely and attractive puffy, baggy water eyes would it now?

What's that you say? 2 shots of spray in each nostril morning and night, 24 hour pills taken every 12, and 16 weeks of shots at the doctors should do the trick?

one would think so anyway.
sadly, no.

Turkey Emancipation

In my boring job marketing boring accountants, I currently have the pleasure of working on a pitch to the Canadian Turkey Marketing Association for their audit and tax work.

Reviewing their Annual Report, their Vision is that:

"Canadian Turkey will be readily available everyday, everywhere in Canada in the form consumers desire".

It is a good thing there is an organization out there fighting to help make the dreams of turkeys everywhere come true - that turkey might one day, acheive the status and recognition that ground beef and chicken has - and make it to your table any god damn day of the year. NOT just on the holidays.

Now if only the lamb association could get its act together and learn a thing or two from these turkeys, then there very well may be a "365 Ways to Cook Baby Sheep" cookbook lining the shelves soon at a Chapters near you.

authors note: I love lamb. wandering in a field - or on my plate. I accept the cycle of life...especially with a nice rosemary & garlic reduction.

humour my ass

The ability to be truly happy for another, without any hesitation or reflection (read self absorption) on how it *impacts* me, is probably one of the most difficult things i've ever had to learn how to do. And I say learn because for me, it doesn't come naturally. Or easily. Or at all. Simply put, I suffer greatly from the grass is so fucking greener syndrome and have failed miserably to be content with what I have, instead, always wanting what i haven't got.

But i've known this for a long time.

Years spent learning about shakespeare and the ancient greeks taught me about the the theory of humours and basically made me realize, that i have none. Or at least, not the kind of humour I'd like to be known for.

The original concept was based on the assumption that the world was composed of four primary elements - earth, air, fire and water and that these elements were reflected in four basic fluids that flowed in various combinations in the human body - blood, phlegm, yellow bile, and black bile. Yum.

One's humour...a fancy way for saying disposition, is apparently a result of the proportions of these four fluids mucking about in your body:
Sanguine blood - air - spring - hot & wet, sweet, red - liver - cheerfulness, simplicity

Choleric yellow bile - fire - summer - hot & dry, bitter, yellow - gall - rashness, anger

Melancholic black bile - earth - autumn - cold & dry, sour, black - spleen - sadness, contrariness, deliberation

Phlegmatic phlegm - water - winter - cold & wet, tasteless, white - lungs & kidney - heaviness, foolishness

...I can admit it, I'm full of black black bile. It kinda makes me want to throw up a little.

Rituals

While in Australia, most nights, my dear sweet friend M and I would get home from work/school and promptly park ourselves on the living room floor (a habit I think, from the early days when M's furniture hadn't yet arrived) and decadently enjoy a glass of wine and a fine spread of seaweed crackers, old crumbly cheddar, grapes and the requiste creamy yet stinky cheese.

A few fridays ago I had the pleasure of performing this exercise solo and raised my glass to her for her wise lesson on how to enjoy decadence without apology.

M and I have since exchanged emails and after telling her about my Friday, she commented how she too missed the routines from our days at 5 Hill St.

As someone who has come to loathe the world Routine, it gave me pause. A long one.
I have become a great deal more mindful of the activities that fill my day and do what I can to avoid falling into Routines.

M and I tossed around the concept of routine and after fretting that in my attempt to get out of old routines, that I was merely adopting new ones to fill space and time, she thankfully and intelligently reframed it for me. Rituals. Bam.

And it was a ritual we shared. One I was fully engaged in and appreciative of. (methinks that sentence is a dangling participle or pacifier or something of the like and require a grammarpants to correct me)

I've also come to recognize all of the brilliant rituals i've embraced over the past year and so wildy cherish - monday dinners - Saturday mornings with the paper - stripercize class - spinning - blogging - the simple act of walking to work....

So many things I've built and am building into my life that I thought I put there to fill space - look entirely new to me.

Engaged in with purpose, mindful and cognizant, routines fail to exist.

friday

spent an enjoyable friday night having a few drinks with the girls after work at the swanky Keg in the financial district.

as the cosmopolitan women we are, our convo meandered from World War II & Auschwitz to aboriginal land rights, onto 'the rabbit' ending with the fabulous discovery that i'm not the only one with the weird habit of sticking my left hand down my shirt and cupping my right breast while watching tv. or as J did, (aka whatwouldkyliedo.blogspot.com), in lectures in 1st year university.

after three martinis and fried yummy goodness we wandered Queen St, stopping in at the local sex shop to discuss the finer attributes of the rabbit with the sales associate while we waited for J as she purchased a candy necklace bra.

yes my friends -- a bra made entirely out of candy necklaces. sweet sweet jesus.

Jackpot

Apparently Saturday's Lotto 6/49 Jackpot is $22 Million.
This also apparently induces the masses to make sure they get a ticket.

I'm guessing that weekly, on average, the pots are around $2-5 million. Yet there isn't the same buzz over these pots which now seem such a paltry amount.

But aren't one's odds slightly *better* if they plonk down $2 on the smaller less interesting jackpots then when it is $22 Million and everyone and their unborn children are vying for those 6 magical numbers?

Is handing over $2 to win $2 million any less ridiculous then $2to win $22 Million? Is the freedom any less imaginable?

The logic behind this is well..not all that logical - at least to me. Although had i paid attention in Psych 100, I may be able to explain the theory behind it all.

And yes, I will be buying a ticket.