Earworms.

Early workday + cat attack at 5:15 means that I haven’t really dusted the cobwebs out of my brain this morning. I have ideas percolating, but no time to make them cohesive (for now). So instead of a proper entry, I’m presenting you with today’s earworm, which was probably brought on by several days of ...

Just waking up. 2

Last night, I dreamt about getting married. My (late) mother was there. I wore green. The groom didn’t show up until after the ceremony, but somehow it was all still legal. We then went on a cruise ship that launched itself from a mountain somehow (like a cross between a roller-coaster and something out of ...

Appetizers. Or leftovers.

(aka Silly things plus thoughts that might turn into something more substantial later, or might just languish here forever.) Euchre Night in Ottawa returned last night, now that Kirk and Paul’s bromantic* vacation has come to an end. The worst thing that happened was that Paul sprained his ankle/tore some ligaments tripping on a tram ...

Courtesy.

Apologies for the whinging about work again. I shouldn’t rag on customers too much, since they are paying us for a service, the service of watching movies, but man, they can really put a spanner in the works, eh? I worked an 11-hour shift downstairs in the thick of it all yesterday and, although things ...

Look at that.

(Before I officially start, I have to mentioned all the hype about Elizabeth Olsen in Martha Marcy May Marlene? Is not exaggeration. Her performance is absolutely amazing.) “I’m going to write every day!”, blah blah. Well, I’m embarking on an 11-ish hour shift at Cinema Gringo (™@vdaedalus) because one of our weekend managers is away. ...

Tales from the front (of the queue).

I got to stay at work late last night. I’m trying to make it sound like a privilege, but I didn’t have a helluva lot of choice in the matter, unless I wanted the staff to despise me. We have a particularly busy film on this week, a film that attracts non-regulars by the many, ...

You know nothing, Megan McLeod.

I very rarely do things I’m not good at, which sounds extremely conceited, but is more of a self-preservation, self-esteem-related thing. I like going to pub quiz because I grew up in a family where Trivial Pursuit was a (near-)blood sport and joining Reach for the Top in the first weeks of grade 9 was ...

No heroics.

I don’t like discussing the inner workings of my uterus so much, but I should have known yesterday that when I thought ‘Y’know what, maybe I will start training for a marathon!’ that I was having one of my typical borderline psychotic episodes where I feel like a superhero for 12 hours before the lower ...

Welcome to the jumble.

How does one just take off and go on vacation for three weeks? The cinema’s bookkeeper more or less ordered me to do this next time I go away and I found myself saying ‘But I could never do that!’ Really? Could I never do that? Financial constraints make it impractical, yes, but I don’t ...

Schokoladen with inconvenience.

Eventually, buying thousands of dollars worth of candy gets old.