low tide

i know i know, post something already so you have lunchtime/breaktime/worktime entertainment but i have nothing right now. end of summer blues? who knows but even light feels heavy right now.

greatest.thing.ever.

visiting a friend's blog, i discovered www.meez.com



try it. you'll be hooked. it's like your very own personalized barbie (or ken) doll.

love at first sight

Wandering in Trinity-Bellwoods Park on Saturday afternoon at an art show, I fell in love. Well, the kind of love that is actually more lustful than anything else.

The "I have to have you because we are meant to be together and i will die if anyone else gets to have you" kind of lust. I actually left the park with tears welling in my eyes.

The object of my current infatuation is an abstract painting by a local artist. I can honestly say I yearn for this piece as much, if not more than I have yearned for any man, bowl of ice cream or new frock. Unlike my long history of loving men (or ice cream or new frocks), I typically walk away stressed after visiting galleries or shows because I just didn't get *it*. I've never been able to see what others saw (or what the artist saw/meant) and didn't understand why they think someone would actually pay 2K for something that resembles the petrified lime that has been in the back of my fridge for four months.

But something clicked this weekend, or at least with this artist and her work. I see myself in this piece, I see my energy and spirit reflected back at me. I see my dreams.

See, I told you I was loopy in love.

The artist is coming over on saturday to see my place and to talk about painting me a smaller custom piece that fits both my space and pocketbook. Who am i kidding, it will never fit my pocketbook but this is true love and who can put a price on that??

And is it wrong that I'm more excited about my meeting with her than I am about the date I have on Tuesday?

Another reason why eating marshmallows is dangerous to your health

Woman critical, chokes on marshmallow
Sep. 13, 2006. CANADIAN PRESS

LONDON, Ont. — A 32-year-old woman was in critical condition today after choking during a marshmallow-eating contest at the city's Western Fair, the London Free Press and London radio stations reported today....The unidentified woman was taking part in the Chubby Bunny contest, in which contestants stuff as many marshmallows as they can into their mouths.
EMS duty manager Al Hunt said the woman had no vital signs when paramedics arrived at the fairgrounds. He said she was revived at hospital and was in critical condition.

I have indulged in my fair share of these 'chubby bunny' contests, usually around a campfire when the roasting of the mallows gets boring. The gist of the contest is to see how many pillows of sugary goodness you can work into your mouth while still saying coherently "I love chubby bunnies". Admittedly, probably not the smartest thing we could do given we're also usually loaded and high as kites.... but i guess this is just all the more reason to not eat the marshmallow, proverbially or otherwise.

daddy matchmaker

Dad just sent me the following email:

"A guy in my group at work will be on TV over the weekend. If you can, watch this. Not only will it be informative, but Rado:

• is a very smart guy
• has a great sense of humour
• is an incredibly nice guy
• earns a very good wage and could support the woman of his dreams"

presented in concise bullets no less.

My parents have been fairly good at not hounding me too often about the fact that their eldest child and only daughter shows no signs of a) bringing home the man of *their* dreams or b) coughing up a grandbaby anytime soon - but I'm beginning to worry the tides are changing.

sigh.

Spike 03/09/06 - 05/09/06

Got a new fish on Sunday.
He woke up dead this morning.
Not much more to say,
other than I give up.

Buddy 25/07/05 - 1/09/06

He didn't pull through.

After a week of consulting condescending pet store clerks and traveling the information superhighway, my dear Siamese fighting fish succumbed. To what I don't know, which is the part that bugs me most.

From floating sideways to repetitively blowing and eating the same bubble, I was stumped. If I was just a tad more crazy I might investigate the option of a fish autopsy because I think whenever inexplicable things happen, you want answers. The why....and I think mainly to quiet nagging thoughts of, was it my fault? What did I do wrong? What more could I have done?

I take comfort in the fact that I did give it my all. You spend an hour trying to force feed a fish mushy peas. Not an easy task my friend.