And now... puppies and plush!

My poor Annika had surgery today.
I miss her terribly.

Roxy

The party's crashing us

Does anyone know a guy named Tod? I don't.
If I did I would tell him to celebrate every day like it's Todday.

Origami

Last week I made this pinhole camera, because, well, I didn't want to make the sushi too early.
You can make one too.

Out of Egypt, into the Great Laugh of Mankind, and I shake the dirt from my sandals as I run

The Black Hawk War,

or, How to Demolish an Entire Civilization and Still Feel Good About Yourself in the Morning, or, We Apologize for the Inconvenience But You're Going to Have to Leave Now, or, "I have fought the Big Knives and will continue to fight them until they are off our lands!"

It's raining again. If you didn't wake up, put a sweater on and watch the storm last night... you well, missed a good storm (I can't think of a good threat but that in itself should haunt you for weeks to come).

It just thundered. Hurrah. Wake up!!

Dear Disney,

I read a strange thing in the paper today. You're not renewing your legendary partnership with McDonald's. You are abandoning the finest purveyor of trans fat... for fruit and veggies?? You would rather encourage children to horde licensed fruit and keep the collectible stickers? Some collectors become, um, very deranged... you should be ashamed of yourself. These children may just turn away from their culture of obesity, without those little Winnie the Poohs and Mickey Mice in their happy meals.

Sincerely disappointed,
Britt Davis.

soft revolution

I keep checking this, hoping that someone hacked into my account and wrote something incredibly insightful. Or anything really, to change the look of this page. Looking at that newspaper clipping (from February!) has become quite depressing. I considered deleting Mr.Blog but, well, he's goin' on two years now. 2004 seems like such a long, long time ago.

So, let me see... something to push my february banter down the page...
Well, the other night I was re-reading East of Eden and I dug out my highlighter for this:
"Eventlessness has no posts to drape duration on. From nothing to nothing is no time at all."

That is why schedules are evil.
And why I need to move.

ALSO:

Speaking of goings-on here in Cal-gary (CALgry), I also found this. Serena, what say you, it's no amateur wrestling but it is in a high school... C'mon...
[the above was clipped from DOSE, Feb. 10, 2006 while I was riding the train, on my way home from work where I was dismissed 5 hours early because I'm sick and apparently coughed-in lattes aren't so hot right now, just after realizing that I didn't have my key and no one was home and had to switch trains and trek back across town to meet my parents. At least I had my london fog (ugh, okay, vanilla earl grey tea misto) and white chocolate blueberry scone to comfort me. I'm not sure if any of that made sense but I'm sick and I reserve my right to not make sense (coincidentally, I also fight for my right to party)
bah! I almost forgot that last bracket. ]

...and then Death Cab for Cutie came to Calgary

I heard
a rumor.
And I
found
this.

...and then it was february

February! And I'm yet to be booted and toqued. In fact, on my meal break, I'd rather float up the endless escaladers in TD square with my caramel and cream covered shirt than wear a coat. Gawk if you want to. I'm warm.

Well, I'm off to do my jum-de-jums. Take a scan of my brain. I'm using every little part, even the part that recognizes unforgiveness but doesn't know whether it is coming or going.

That little part told me to end the blog silence. You know when you say something and if you or someone else doesn't say something quick it just repeats and repeats in your mind? Well, I don't drink grande americanos anymore and I have to stop the repetition. It's been too long.