There’s something incredibly sad about sitting by yourself in the ER, waiting to see a doctor. And that you had to ask your building manager to give you a ride to the ER because your only workmate in the neighbourhood didn’t answer his phone, and you didn’t have the cognitive function to find a taxi [...]
Posts from ‘September, 2009’
Radio silence was unintentional
There’s some plague going around Kelowna where you’re sick for weeks, in my case 2 and counting. I’m actually quite amazed at how much goo has been coming out of my nose all this time; I’d have thought I’d run out eventually and there’d be an echo in my head from all the freed-up space, [...]
The interpretation of nice
I finally realized something this weekend that had been bothering me for a while. As per usual, the moment of clairvoyance was over beers and some potato-with-cheese concoction, but whatever gets you to the point of understanding, right?
I’ve mentioned before that people at my office smile a lot. A lot of people, a lot of [...]
How to guarantee I unfriend you on Facebook
Former Friend just answered the question ‘Do you think Gillian Gunson is selfish?’ about you. Click here to see more.
First of all: Fuck you, Former Friend. If you care so much that I’m selfish to the point that you’re filling out stupid Facebook quizzes over this, perhaps you could just just tell me how you [...]
Friday Cat Blogging: who’d play your cat in the movie about you
Julie Powell, the woman whose blog and book became the movie Julie & Julia, recently wrote an article about her biggest complaint against the movie: the incorrect depiction of her cat. Fuck yeah.
What we see is not the sardonic, complicated, talented cat of my longtime acquaintance, but a sweet, thin, red-headed doll of a [...]
A weight on my shoulders
So I’ve spent the last few months walking around feeling as if there was duct tape on my back, taping down my right shoulder blade. I couldn’t really voice that idea because it only made sense after my new massage therapist told me yesterday that I have the beginnings of frozen shoulder. I could say [...]