Sometimes I think I'm one of those people whose humour is actually just a series of inside jokes... with themself. See, yesterday I had brought my computer to class to try and work on an essay, which usually just means I end up scrolling through New Yorker articles while obsessively refreshing Facebook. The article I was reading at the time- George ( Read more... )

Well, right after I wrote about how I had avoided the Reader like a kind of celluloid plague, I... went to go see it. That very night. In my defense, it was an ambush. I had convened a few work friends for drinks, and instead of then going to the rice pudding place, Joel somehow finessed us all to the movie theater. I was trying to drown my sorrows ( Read more... )

Two Snippets of Dialog:
Protagitron: Tragedy, Iris: Richard is going back to Markham.
Iris: Who's Christian?
Protag: RICHARD.
Iris:... Who's Richard?
Protag: Sigh.

A few minutes later:
Iris: Protagitron, you're the only constant in my life.
Protag: I thought that was Mister Claws.
Iris: But he'll die before you.
Protag:... Who, Richard?
Anthony: Laughs loudly ( Read more... )

Ah, those days. When there is no particular tragic incident, but an aggregate of petty annoyances. You can't get mad at any one thing in particular, so you're just sour at life. Today was one of those days. There were cancelled and missed classes, the rag, foul weather, a payment snafu at work, a knee that decided it was 80, and a broken mixing ( Read more... )

I've been visiting the scrapheap of my broken resolutions over the past few days. I'm trying to decide whether I should do New Year's resolutions this year or just forget it, and say they're a clever ruse to sell exercise machines and Suze Orman books. It's the cyclical nature: I am miserable and unhappy about myself, so I make resolutions aimed to ( Read more... )

 I don't know whether it's the fact that I'm a bit sick, or if it's the holiday blues, or maybe it's the 'nog, but I've been acting damn strange lately.

The good thing is that I'll be visiting Ingleside over Christmas, so it's not like I'll stand out much in my weirdness.

All slagging of miniscule Ontario towns aside, I know it's not the 'nog. But ( Read more... )

My one roommate is trying to bake an Obamacake in the kitchen right now, because God gave her a sign that if she baked it, he would win. We just had to mop up Cake We Can Believe In off of the kitchen floor though, so I feel like the signs have neutralized themselves at this point.

( More TMI! After the break! )

I never thought I was the marrying kind, but thanks to SnarkFest, I've finally found a man who's changed my mind. Let me introduce you to my future husband- that is, if he doesn't "iggy" me.
"If I find that you did not carefully read, comprehend and retain the parts of this profile that pertain to you, I will simply state something like: "It is ( Read more... )

I'm trying to wean myself off of the Facebook teat for a bit. So, the account has been deactivated. The last time I tried this I barely made a week. This time I'm going for a month.
Pray for Protagitron.
I've already got the shakes.
In other Internet news... you get out of one fandom, and things suddenly get interesting. I went through a few years of ( Read more... )

Only one class changed my life in second-year university, and it managed to do so while showing me samurais getting skewered in the neck and rent boys getting screwed. I'm sure you've all guessed by now that class was Shakespeare on Film. I thought of it this morning when I woke up at 5:30 with my cat's paw on my back and his breath in my ear, and ( Read more... )