If you do it (and at this point, starting out, I’m kind of wondering whether I’ll get through it), let me know!

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I really really love this song. Just thought I’d share.

(please don’t diss the fro)

Clicking around YouTube, someone did a sort of splicing thing, using Paul Simon from the 60s and Eva Cassidy from the 90s. It’s kind of good, except it doesn’t meld all that well.

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Oh man.

I just watched the series finale of Six Feet Under and, although I’d cheated and read the episode synopsis beforehand I am still crying my face off.

Yes I realize this show has been off the air for a couple of years but if you haven’t seen it, rent it or something.

I also realize that it’s just a TV show but I personally think that sometimes you cry at TV shows when maybe you’re just crying because of everything else. Or maybe it’s just because I’m a sap, what can I say?

You know the expression “colder than a witch’s tit”? Where does that come from? I mean, I would imagine a witch’s lunghammers would be just as warm as anyone else’s, no?

Anyway.

It is currently -32C outside, which comes to something like -26F. It’s cold. We had a one-hour delay today to make sure the buses could all get started (some couldn’t) and brr. BRR. It’s still freezing and I’m wearing like, nine pair of underpants.

STUPID WEATHER.

We went to see Cloverfield last night. I basically agree with Rob. Here’s part of what he had to say about it:

There?s no explanation as to why this is happening, and no heroic ending. Just people trying to survive as some unknown creature wreaks havoc.

My only issue was the camera work. The movie is shot from a first-person perspective, meaning it’s supposed to look as though a dude is holding a videocamera and running all over the place. And they definitely succeed in making it look like your drunken great-grandfather is holding the camera, while having some kind of Parkinsonian episode. Thus, for about half the movie, I vacillated between “Oh holy crap! Monsters!” and “Mustn’t look at screen. Feeling so carsick”.

Still, though, it was a good movie. And the Coming Attractions were great. There was one for the new Star Trek movie which was intriguing. The only Star Trek TV shows I’m familiar with are the original series and The Next Generation, but I’ve seen alot of the movies. The trailer didn’t give away any plot whatsoever; it was just a shot of the outside of the Enterprise. No Kirk, no Spock, no green-skinned girls in zero gravity recliners… just the outside of the ship. Of course they haven’t even finished shooting the movie yet, so I suppose that’s about all they can show. It’s opening next Christmas, I think. We’re gonna bring my mom to see it, because she really likes Star Trek. Plus I think the last movie she saw in the theatre was The Passion of the Christ and before that? I think it was Beethoven. Moms need to get out more.

An ex of mine found me on Facebook and added me a few months back. I had stopped talking to him years ago, because he was kind of a weird dude (he’d be all “You and I should have sex!” while dating other people — which never. happened. although he *did* try to move into my apartment for free, all stealthily. Yeah, it’s a long boring story, but suffice it to say, I stopped talking to him and was fine with that), but whatever. Facebook is facebook, it’s not like we’re ever going to see each other in real life, and we never talk, even on there.

So. This morning I see I have a new Facebook message. The subject line is all “This is the Most Important Message!”. Of course I read it. First line tells me he’s starting his own business. I’m like “Okay, that’s interesting”, because he’s a mechanic now, so I’m thinking he’s maybe starting his own shop or something? Yeah. Then I read further. He’s not starting his own mechanic business. Nope. His new business? A sort of Amway but not Amway!) thing. Selling makeup and diet pills. The more people he signs up to be “associates”, the more money he makes! It’s all really good quality stuff! I should buy it from him, because he can get me a discount!

Yeah, I’m gonna be buying shampoo, makeup, and diet pills from a bald fat man. *BLOCK BUTTON*

I don’t enjoy knowing sketchy people.

Rob is the master of finding new things on the Internet. If it were up to me, well, we’d never discover anything, because all I do is look at blogs, then email, then sometimes Perez. Whatevs.

So just now, Rob introduced me to the sixty one. His description of what the sixty one is, is right here, if you wanna read it.

Anyway. One of the artists that he stumbled across and who he thought I should take a listen to was Jonathan Coulton. Jonathan Coulton does a song which is aptly titled Tom Cruise Crazy. Here is a video of him singing that song. Listen to the lyrics. It all makes sense to me now.

(also have I mentioned how much I enjoy the ukulele? Because I do.)

(AND I think that Mr. Coulton needs to probably start looking into term life insurance, if he hasn’t already, in case Mr. Cruise ends up hearing about this song).

Break out the leather lingerie.

I have lost a pound and a half since last Saturday.

Okay that’s probably nothing (I believe normal weight loss is something along the lines of 3-4 lbs/week), but for someone whose metabolism has been effed up from a bout of not eating as a teenager, plus a year on Prednisone the Fat Pills ™, and some other stuff I won’t get into here, I’m a little bit excited about a pound and a half. We shall see if this continues.

I swear I’m gonna need travel insurance” just to get out of the driveway this morning. Because you can guarantee that I’m going to be trying to navigate the car (backwards) through the cleared part of the end of our driveway (which is our neighbour’s side– he works very early in the morning and was out shoveling, whereas it was storming all night so I wasn’t going out, and Rob worked all night so he’s asleep right now, and I need to get somewhere before it closes so I’m not spending any time bothering with shoveling up that heavy wet mess til I get home).
Oh snowplows how I loathe your driveway-blocking ways.

Also… why can’t I quit you, Dr. P? In a disturbing new trend, everytime we go shopping, when we’re at the checkout, I pick up a small bottle of Dr. Pepper. Which I never used to drink, really. Sometimes we’d buy the store-brand version, Dr. Smooth, when we lived in Halifax and it was on sale for a quarter, but that’s it. Now? It’s full-on Dr. Pepper love. Tres etrange.