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November 22nd, 2004

I learned a long time ago, when the Earth was green… there were more kinds of animals than you’ve ever seen…

Erm. Stupid attempt at humour in light of a life changing decision…

I learned a long time ago that you shouldn’t make broad, sweeping announcements of a life-changing nature in The Resolute Voice because it’ll only come back and bite you on the ass. With this in mind:

I’m not drinking coffee for a month. Cold turkey. Jammies for java.

The shakes have already started and I’m not yet 5 hours into this. I’m addicted. Completely. Utterly. Coffee in any form.

I’ve been drinking too much of the stuff lately. I have willpower, dammit.

I’ll supplant the urges by drinking herbal teas. Maybe I’ll learn to knit, or to enjoy my job. Besides, I have my other two vices — beer and porn — on which I can rest my undersated need for C8H10N4O2.

When you put it that way it almost sounds dirty. Mua ha ha.

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Maximus! Maximus! Maximus!

November 20th, 2004

My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius. Commander of the armies of
the North, general of the Felix Legions, loyal servant to the
true emperor Marcus Aurelius. Father to a murdered son, husband
to a murdered wife, and I will have my vengeance in this life or
the next.

I (heart) this movie.

I can never decide whether I should put it with the action movies, or the naughty movies. ;) Throw in something Irish and a few firemen and it’d be close to a perfect piece of cinema.

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It’s big. It’s green. It’s not a zucchini.

November 20th, 2004

Sigh.

After agreeing that The Hulk is a waste of time to rent, I made a gruesome discovery while looking through our DVDs. Having a DVD playing in a little window beside Firefox allows me to maintain my sanity during the odd 30 second eternity when I happen upon a truly wingnut website.

The discovery?

I own The Hulk on DVD.

That’s right — you shouldn’t actually spend $5 to rent The Hulk, because it’s a waste of money. And, you shouldn’t actually pay $8 to see it in the theatre, because that’s a travesty. Yes, seemingly, I spent $23 and bought the damn thing.

I’m not sure how I feel about that. :)

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Sappy R Us

November 20th, 2004

I have sappy moments. They range from lightweight aw, kitties to full on, I just watched Bridget Jones’s Diary, Rob Roy, Orgazmo, AND Steel Magnolias at the same time; and DAMN IT, I’M FEELING EMOTIONAL!.

Yesterday, it had been foggy at our house for two days. No sunlight. No visibility more than 30 feet out. Just a vague concept that it was either light or dark. Don’t get me wrong: I love the fog. A good thick fog is quieting and mysterious, and just plain nifty in every way that counts. (Did you know that they’re remaking The Fog?)

I was driving to work, and came over the crest of a hill, and all of a sudden it wasn’t foggy. The sun was shining in a clear blue sky, the geese were headed South for the Winter, and there were little smoke puffs coming from chimneys on the other side of the hill. It was almost like I drove into a greeting card commercial. It brought out all sorts of life is good feelings and made me gushy.

I quickly shoved the sappy feelings back in the dark little place I usually keep them… right beside the unnatural fondness I hold for Willow and Peggy Sue Got Married.

I looked in the rear view mirror, and a large part of the city was under this fluffy white layer of marshmallow. It was neat. :)

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Muscles are hawt. Mrowr.

November 19th, 2004

Back here, there was the beginning of a discussion about Stargate, mrowrable sci-fi characters, and hawt animated characters. :)

(After giving it more thought, I think the O’Neill thing definitely stems from MacGyver. Although, watching MacGyver now, he had Really Bad 80s Hair. :) *cue the Patty and Selma comments*)

In keeping with this theme, and with a heavy spattering of my already confessed obsession with muscles, today’s “I hate IT! Need to escape!” profession is:

Comic Book Artist

I’m in awe of these people. Frankly, I’m in awe of anyone who can capture a fair degree of realism using some arcane melange of hand-eye coordination and depth perception. I’d love to learn how to draw but it scares the freakin bejeezus out of me.

I’ve been drawing celtic knotwork and illuminating text for a fair while but when it comes to trying to create something remotely realistic, or reasonably representational, on paper it just doesn’t happen. There’s a mental block that tells me that I don’t have the technique, or the eye, or the practice, or the tools.

They’re all excuses of course. :)

I’d love to find an art course and learn how to draw people. There are colleges around Ottawa that have animator / cartooning / art programs… there have to be.

If I leave the comfy world of #!/usr/bin/perl, and become the massage therapist I want to be then I’ll have an excellent grasp (if you’ll pardon the pun) on where the muscles go and how they fit together…

I’ll just need to learn how to draw ‘em. :)

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yeesh.

November 19th, 2004

First, I thought to myself “I’m never going to go three days without blogging again; so, let’s only show three days worth of entries…”.

Then, I changed the setting.

THEN, I LET THREE DAYS GO BY WITHOUT POSTING. Hello, blank page.

I’m such a git. But I’m a cute git. A lovable git. A git with talent. A git, nonetheless. :)

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Let’s call it angst.

November 16th, 2004

I’m sitting here in the dark. I’m too lazy to go buy lightbulbs. That’s just fine — I get to light candles and stare into the soft glow of the monitor. There’s a beer, and a cat eyeing the beer…

The Stargate DVD is playing in a window; I’m surfing through Blog Explosion in another. Life is good.

I’m a Stargate fanatic. Do I know why?

Col. Jack O’Neill. Mrowr.

And, although James Spader has been known to elicit mrowrdom, Michael Shanks is more of the same Mrowr calibre as The Collective Cols Jack O’Neill of Kurt Russell and Richard Dean Anderson.

While I’m lusting after science fiction characters, is it wrong to find animated characters attractive hawt? Titan A.E.’s Capt. Joseph Korso is, shall we say, nicely drawn. :)

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Grandmothers are torture.

November 15th, 2004

This is NOT a knitting blog. Not. No way, no how…

So here’s a blurb about knitting:

We lived with my grandmother for a number of years. Then when I started school, every day I went to my grandmother’s house.

To make a long story short, she introduced me to my one major failing. Yes, I, friendly public, cannot knit.

I can crochet, thanks to her, quilt, thanks to her, sew, thanks to her, darn socks and sweaters, thanks to her, embroider (shut up), thanks to her, but I can NOT knit.

I *know* how to knit, sure. Purl, too. Cast on, cast off… it’s all there. When I start off, everything’s fine…

Three rows INTO the project, however, it’s a different story. By that ill-fated third row, it’s all tighter than… well… there’s no need to finish that. I can barely get the needles back into the stitches, and I’m usually tied up in the yarn.

I can’t say that I’ve even TRIED in the past 15 years.

It’s traumatic.

Sniff.

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I hear the cry of accordions

November 14th, 2004

So there I was, zoned into the dream, standing on a stage in Boston, in a kilt waiting for the accordionist to get through the slowest remaining eight bars of the intro for Kilkenny Races. It’s been about 7 years since I had a dream about Irish dancing, but here one was…

I’ll save the discussions about competitive Irish dancing, kilts, and what the hell Kilkenny Races is for another day… today, what’s of the most paramount importance today is…

…the accordion.

Now, because of a lifetime of listening to accordions, and this is a common affliction, I can almost hear them playing in my head. It’s like looking at the sun, and then having a ghost spot for a few minutes. It can almost be as painful.

It’s been in my damned head all day. First, it was four hours of Kilkenny Races. Since then, it’s been other Irish dance music — set dances, treble jigs, slip jigs, reels, hornpipes… still Irish music, an interest, so aight.

About 5 minutes ago, it all turned Very Bad.

What popped into my head? The Chicken Dance.

Make it go away. I’m begging.

I’m trying to muster the interest in Beer and The Other Addiction in order to drive out the accordions. It’s difficult… Beer goes rather well with accordions. And, if I turn up the soundtrack of TOA to drown out the accordions, the neighbours will look at me funny.

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This post could be funny.

November 14th, 2004

It really depends on what happens. :)

I’ve installed MT-Blacklist, and removed manual comment moderation.

Right now, I’m looking for my rosary. I’m sure I’ll need it later. I think it’s upstairs on the beer fridge next to the porn. (It never hurts to tempt fate into kicking you in the blog if you’ve updated some component somewhere somehow.)

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