Fiend in a Cloud

Little Micra survived our trip to BC. Kristian, Serena and I drove through Banff to Kimberley, where we stayed one night. Then Saturday night we stayed over in Fernie. There are no particularly spectacular (say that ten times fast) events to speak of but we had a grand ol' time. My stomach still hurts from all the laughter.

Today Jordan and I went on another adventure - a search for M.Ward's new album that came out a few weeks ago. We finally found it at Sloth Records and I ended up buying John Vanderslice's "The Life and Death of an American Fourtracker".

Mmm... new music...

3100 Miles
Look at all the people
on the train
rubbing their eyes
not saying anything
Got your headphones on
and you missed your stop again
Get there half an hour late
wear a comatose face
leave an inkblot on the space
below the words time in
slip in round the back,
crawl under your desk,
and then, wait to turn
the punch card clock back to seven
 

Set yourself on fire

It all began with the removal of my tofu from the toaster oven - a tragic case of Burner vs. Flammable Material.
A small flash of light, a puff of smoke and a tear on the sleeve of my sweater.

Regarding my title: the Stars song of the same name has quite possibly the saddest lyrics ever.

Indeed... 

Cookie Wisdom. 

When the teapot is smaller than the cup 

You're my hero, Jord. 

You laugh, but not too hard. You look, but not too far. 

You came Here to leave There 

Watership Down

I think I've taken hypochondria to a whole new level:
I think I'm a hypchondriac.

You see, I don't think a hypochondriac is really supposed to worry about hypochondria. Do you get where I'm going with this? No?
Well, anyway, I figure it's the only explanation for this barrage of obscure symptoms I've been having - it must be all in my head.
The latest on the List O' Symptoms? A stabbing pain in my head when I move!

It's getting ridiculous. Really.
I wasn't sick at all in Mexico. Everyone gets sick in Mexico. But not me, thanks to my "strong immune system". Yet, I have been sick ever since the day I got back to Canada.


Well, I have been watching more television (yeah, that's right, television. I don't like the abbrev.) which is probably why I feel so rant-y.

Did you know that a new, completely digitally re-mastered edition of Bambi is coming out? The things you learn while watching the television.
My mom said Bambi was the first movie she remembers watching and that she sobbed and sobbed for days after.

I had a similar experience with Watership Down when I was little. Did anyone else see that movie?
My parents picked it up for me. They meant well. The cheery bunny-plastered cover looked innocent enough, I'm sure. Perhaps if they had read the tagline:

"All the world will be your enemy, Prince with a Thousand Enemies, and when they catch you, they will kill you... but first they must catch you."

Now, I was pretty young. All I can remember is that there was no pink or purple, no sparkles in this movie. The rabbits were brown and gray and needed to be cleaned. One rabbit got its ear bit off I think. And there was a map of a forest or something with blood seeping down it, I guess to show the extent of the bloodshed.
This movie (actually based on a book, I found out later) probably has vast social implications and yadda, yadda, yadda but it was definitely not 'suitable for all audiences'.
I cried and cried and cried.
And I never finished it so I still don't know if those bunnies made it out alive.

Just thought I'd share that with you.
I need to get well. As you can tell, this is making me crazy.

Thanks for cheering me up, Jeremiah