Jay Holben, director of the upcoming documentary Camgirls is an uncool American who had never heard of Degrassi until I schooled him so hard he logged off!!!

Seriously, I’m in shock that someone in the world doesn’t know what Degrassi is, either the Next Generation or old school Degrassi Jr. High or High OR, if you’re really old like me, you may even remember The Kids of Degrassi Street. It’s just this huge thing! I had no idea there were people in the world who didn’t grow up with it and haven’t experienced it yet.

It’s only the best show in the whole wide world - what is wrong with him????? How could someone be so sheltered???? It was on PBS in the US and it was like, globally critically acclaimed and won awards and stuff!

It’s mind-blowing, it truly is.

This is the beginning of an episode of the gameshow “Just Like Mom”, which I used to watch with my great grama when I was really young. Apparently it’s Canadian, which I didn’t know and what the clip doesn’t show is that (if I recall correctly) the kids had to guess at how to make something, like chocolate chip cookies, and they’d put like, ketchup and flour and totally the wrong ingredients in and the moms would have to eat it!

Anyway, I thought I’d pass it along because it’s awesome. :D

Oddly enough, I’d never seen this video until today:

Intergalactic by the Beastie Boys

Today was a really really busy day and I’m sore. Pretty much as soon as I woke up, I started moving furniture around and getting my studio a little neater for a project I’m working on. My shoulders ache from hauling this gigantic chair from one end of the house to another, it easily outweighed me by 80 lbs but I got it moved. Here’s a crappy camera phone picture of my completed corner. I’ll post the official before & afters in Live Journal tomorrow.

I just do.

Anyway, I’ve made a decision. I’m not going to do anymore video blogs and I’ll tell you why. Something I’ve noticed about my own YouTube habits is that, after about 5 video blogs from the same person, I kinda get tired of hearing them talk about whatever they’re talking about. I may get obsessed with a certain video blogger and watch every video they’ve done in one sitting, but even then, after 5 more new ones, I get tired of them and move on.

Sooooo, I’ve done 5 video blogs and I think that’s enough, 5’s a good number. Now, that doesn’t mean I’m done making videos period, it just means that I’m no longer going to be talking about my life & shit on video because really, it’s not all that interesting or different from what everybody else is doing and I’d prefer to write that stuff anyway.

So, for future reference, the 5 video blogs I’ve done so far are forever (yeah right) archived over there (—————–>) under the heading “Hey Guys, Um…“.

What am I gonna do next? Well I’ve got some ideas, but we’ll see what happens. Right now I’m just basking in the glory of the fact that my roof is no longer leaky and I have a whole room to do whatever I want to do with it.

Virginia Woolf knew her shit, man.

Know what I hate? Facebook.

And now it’s bedtime.

This is one of my favourite songs.
(One of many. :))

A while back I was fucking astounded that there was a person on planet Earth who didn’t know and love this song, that person was Alex. :D I directed her to Looptid.com, but it’s just not the same:

The other night I made Jesse & Jen watch Cool as Ice with me (which isn’t available on DVD & is one of those things you kinda have to watch every time it’s on TV), so I had to dig this up too. :D

Have I ever mentioned I’m the Queen of Quilty Pleasure Music?

Here’s what I’m doing instead:

- Cleaning my kitchen.
- Making meatballs for tomorrow’s dinner.
- Listening to the Beastie Boys (and various other crap I refuse to admit to).
- Making a grocery list.
- Looking at recipes on KraftCanada.com because dudes, I am so not a gourmet.

The cat (Digit) is sitting on the kitchen table and meowing for no apparent reason. Well, I’m sure there’s some reason, but I’m not even sure he’s speaking to me, so I’m basically ignoring him and hoping he’s not brave stupid enough to go for the onions I’ve got on the stove. It’s hard to say, but I’m giving him the benefit of the doubt.

I’d take pics because my kitchen’s actually somewhat clean (haha) but I can’t upload them so what’s the point? >:o( Yep, still grrr there.

I’m so weird when it comes to food and this is what Jesse and I have in common, except he probably has an eating disorder (worrisome) and I don’t (reassuring!), we decided today. We also decided that Jesse is so special, that we should have Jesse Day with a parade and everything. I don’t think I’d be a very good cameraperson for that event, all the footage would be blurry from laughing so fucking hard if it’s half as funny as it is in my head. :D Sumpin to ponder though. *strokes chin*

We like to make up our own holidays around here. :)

Does anyone see why I couldn’t make these in advance and freeze them? And if I did that, how much longer would I have to bake them from frozen? Hrm.

FYI? Meatballs are much more labour intensive than I thought they’d be. (But then again I’m probably making twice as many as we’ll actually eat for dinner.)

Cooking in the middle of the night isn’t a weird thing for me. I don’t do it all the time, but it’s something I’ve always done and when I do cook, my brain seems to think that 10 people live in this house, it’s ridiculous. Sometimes it’s meals in advance or parts of meals, sometimes it’s stuff for lunches, sometimes it’s muffins or brownies. Usually it revolves around whatever happens to be in the house at the time.

When I was little I indisputably had the best great grama in the whole wide world. I mean, she was textbook fairytale old lady, white hair, short, GIGANTIC boobs, wore floral mumus (I shit thee not, but it worked for her with the boobs & all), walked with a cane, was old as the dirt in her garden, she crocheted, she cooked, she was awesome & probably the best friend I’d ever had in my whole entire life until I met Blake.

She’s also probably the reason my sleep schedule is, and has always been, as fucked up as it is because I was with her a lot and we’d cook in the middle of the night or draw pictures or she’d tell me stories or I’d sit in the bath and she’d read me stories. I dunno if she was the nightowl or if I was or we both were, but this is what we did so certain sleep/wake habits make a lotta sense to me.

It’s 4:44am as I type this, my meatballs are finished, they’re with the sauce in the fridge and the rest of the dishes can wait until tomorrow. I should go to bed. My body knows it, my mind knows it - it’s just a fact. I should have been in bed a long time ago…but as I turned out the kitchen lights, I noticed that one of the windows has frosted in a sort-of fleur de lis pattern that may just be worth the wait for this morning’s sunrise because the sun will come directly through that window at one point, I just have to wait for it.

It’s stuff like that that I live for, as lame as it sounds; cool looking shit that nature just gives us, I mean those moments are gifts from the universe as far as I’m concerned. I like to memorize them.

I’ve been thinking about my dad a lot lately. My biological dad, Phil. I really only have one, he’s it, he porked my mom and out came me, it’s crazy but I accept it. He’s a kooky guy and I kinda like him, but I think he’ll just be Phil for the rest of my life because I don’t think he’ll ever really be my dad. He’s just this guy I know that I’m really interested in, probably because it’s ingrained in my DNA to be as such. (I’m a little obsessed with nature vs. nurture.) Phil’s just Phil, Lisa (his wife) is just Lisa and Raili (my almost 2 year old sister) is just Raili. There’s no textbook or Wikipedia entry that can tell me how we’re all supposed to fit together.

Ever since I met Phil & Lisa, when I was 13, I’ve been trying to figure out what Phil and I had in common, because that’s what you do when you meet one of your parents for the first time and it’s taken me years to even make a list of 10 because some of the things he does (and they do) are pretty bizarre. They just live in a whole different world than I do. But now that Raili’s in the picture, it just all kinda makes sense. It’s like, she was the missing piece to put the whole picture into perspective for me (and maybe for him too, although I doubt he’d say so).

I know I’ve posted this picture of her before, but dammit, it’s a good picture. :)

I’m probably thinking about Phil & Raili because Phil’s birthday is Feb. 11th and Raili’s is at the end of Feb. (I suck, I’d have to look it up) and mine’s the 1st of March, so there’s part of me that thinks we should all get together at some point in the next couple of months while our energies are compatible, but I’m not big on birthdays so we need a different reason.

Something I grew up doing was making maple syrup with my Aunt Betty & Uncle Bill, I wonder if they’d be interested in doing that in March? They live in the bush, I’m sure we could find some maple trees and collect enough sap in the span of a few days to have at least one good pancake breakfast/lunch/dinner with enough syrup to maybe even take home. Something else to ponder.

Hmmmm sugar bush dreams sound pretty good, I think I’ll ponder that in my sleep & wait for the next frosty window.

Today I opened my blinds to enjoy it. See, I love snow and up until now we didn’t really have any and it was starting to bum me out. Mid-January? There should have been at least 2 snow days by now and there was a part of me that was kind of looking forward to chasing the dog all over town because he climbed the 8 foot snowdrift in the backyard. Right now we have just about enough to cover the grass with more to come tonight.

It’s cold as a witch’s tit and it’s already 4pm so I’m not going out there today, but if the light’s as pretty tomorrow, I could be presuaded to take the camera out because the field across the road looks like it might be full of interesting things.

It’s not high on my priority list but I really need to upgrade my snow gear. I mean, there’s the coat you have because it’s pretty (and I have that, although it needs some repairs) and there’s the coat you have because it’s warm. The thing is, I don’t wanna be stuck in some puffy, neon wonder. If there’s any animals around, I’d scare them away! Although, if it’s hunting season it could be a good thing haha

Oh yeah! My blinds! I can’t remember if I wrote about my blinds yet anywhere, but after a year of “getting to know the neighbourhood” by not having any, Sunnyland finally has some, which I hung wrong and don’t care enough to try again. :D (They’re off by like, 1/8th of an inch, just enough to drive everyone but me nuts.) The rest of the house doesn’t have blinds yet of course, but we’ll start workin’ on that once we can afford paint.

Anyway, the only blinds we could find to fit this window were white. White bugs me, a lot and I don’t like staring at a wall of white all day, but obviously some days it’s preferred to whatever’s happening outside. So I was thinking…how do I make these blinds not white. Well, by sitting here smoking like a chimney all day, they’ll be yellow soon enough (gross and true and you should all e-mail me to quit…again even though I’ll probably ignore you as smokers tend to do until they’re ready), but I don’t really like yellow either and I can’t paint them (it won’t stick to the vinyl) so I think I’m just gonna cover them in stickers. I was thinking a rainbow would be the easiest, the top slats reds, the next ones down oranges, then yellows etc etc etc but I’m open to ideas.

But then I got thinking about the back of the blinds and how funny it would be to put a message there in electrical tape or something, but I couldn’t think of anything that wasn’t completely and utterly tacky and/or offensive like, “At least there’s no plastic flamingoes!” which is really only funny in the summer and wouldn’t fit anyway, or “Buttsecks” because I’m immature like that. :D Meh, plenty of time to think about it.

The problem of course is that it’s gonna take a LOT of stickers and I’m not sure the project is worth more than a $20 trip to the dollar store to spiff up my $10 Wal*Mart blinds haha

Madison & Blake are in the kitchen right now (today is dedicated to Madison improving her dishes technique) and she’s telling him a story about how “this kid in my class stuck a pencil through his hand on Friday and had had to go to the office, it was so gross”, which is becoming a bigger fish tale the more questions he asks her. :D (The kid came back from the office with a band-aid and it’s more likely he broke the lead off into his finger than what she “remembers”. haha) Blake’s now explaining to her that if what she describes happened, the kid would have had to go to the hospital because he would have gone through tendons and the only reason I’m blogging about this is because it reminded me of this kid named Dave who sat beside me for most of grade 7.

Dave & I shared a love of Guns n’ Roses and art (or what we thought was art…) but Dave was a bit of an asshole. He was also the most popular guy in our grade, because he was a badass and the popular girls, for whatever reason, all had crushes on him even moreso after we all saw him do probably the MOST retarded thing I’ve probably ever seen anyone do in my entire life.

(Actually the more I think about it, the more blurred it becomes, it might have been another kid named Justin, who was pretty much the same kid only blonder & more fucked up than Dave. They were friends and both sat in my group, so it could have been either one of them.)

Anyway, we’re sitting in Mr. Sandam’s class, which for the life of me, I can’t even remember what that class was. History? Computers? I honestly have no fucking idea, but the guy preferred for us to call him Sir Sandam and now that I know what I know, I’m betting he was a closet LARPer.

So we’re sitting there and I hear someone whisper “God that is so gross” and I turn and see Dave digging the pointy end of a goddamn protractor, y’know, one of those circle drawers?, into the side of his middle finger, just below his last knuckle. Blood doesn’t bother me at all, gore doesn’t bother me at all and normally stupid boys doing stupid things doesn’t bother me at all, although I have to admit there were certain parts of Jackass Number Two I had to walk out of the room for, but pain I can’t deal with, especially when it’s right in front of me like that and beyond idiotic, so I just turned around and kept doing whatever it was I was doing.

Near the end of class, there was a bit of a commotion in Dave’s general direction, so I turned around again and there’s Dave crying, holding up his hand with this fucking protractor all the way through his finger, all the way up to the bigger metal part that meets the apex and it was sticking out the other side . The problem, and the reason Dave was crying, was because the protractor’s pointy end had a slight bend in it that he hadn’t noticed before, which was now on the other side of his finger and when he tried to pull it back out, that bend kept getting caught on his knuckle.

During the process of getting the protractor in and subsequently trying to work it back out, his finger had become hard, it was so inflamed, that even if they could turn it to avoid the knuckle, it was gonna hurt like a motherfucker to yank it out and Dave wouldn’t let anyone do it. He just sat there crying and holding up his middle finger while teachers ran around trying to find ice and trying to get his mom on the phone.

To this day there’s part of me who thinks he did it just to flip Sir Sandam the bird and not face the man’s wrath (which was the stuff of legend), but I’ll probably never know for sure.

And with that, I’m off to go be a nerd.