in a sentence (albeit a runon one)

got up early (this is so foreign to me that getting out of the house at 9:30 before work seemed like a huge accomplishment. thanks 3 am bedtime) and ventured downtown to find a pilot's hat and i found one but it was damaged and $15 so i didn't buy it and then i went to random play and purchased a new :wumpscut: cd so i can listen to him constantly and not have him wear out his welcome and i had 2 cups of yerba mate and was in the most energetic, fantastic mood until i came home from work, tried on my halloween costume on and was too fat for it, so i ate a bunch of corn chips and avocado, ("mmmm...avacado," you say) couldn't find the stack of 70 comics i bought 3 years ago for giving out to kids (probably because i recycled them-- even tho i keep lots of other utterless useless drivel around, got pissed and tired and went to bed early (10pm!), which was cool but then got woken up by g who insisted on talking despite my delerious state-- lots of fun stories and all, but i am wired now, and it's now 2 am and i am back to it being an ol' night where i deprive myself of sleep and pretend i can manage.

well blastitalltohell!

p.s. censorship sucks. i had to take the warts-ridden vag off my blog so my brother wouldn't get fired for looking at a medical photo (gloves and all) at work. screw you tipper gore. screw you: many more.

the STDs i don't have

i don't have chlamydia
or HPV
or herpes
or genital warts
or gonnorhea
or trich.
these are all fine STDs not to have, and i am pumped.
if i have anything else, i've not been tested for it yet.
round two to come.

chris carved me a jack o'lantern something like this. thanks, dude. p.s.--> it's like my toque! 

i'm not smilin', fuck that shit.

i'm in the annoying position of being woken up twice every morning, so i just have to stay up. the cool/uncool thing is, i hop out of my bed, over the couch and onto the trampoline, which, if i were a little more coordinated in the mornings, could be a very positive/bouncy way to begin the morning. in my case, i end up narrowly avoiding an ankle or wrist sprain as i catch my could-be-cool move in mid-slip/fall.

so i had breakfast early with g, and stayed up for an extra hour before resigning myself to bed after feigning the desire to be productive and trolling around on various university websites at 9 am. i locked myself in the bedroom and decided against answering the phone or door until at least suppertime. secretly, i really wanted to answer the phone, but i just didn't want to handle anything or really talk to anyone. i was just cursious who'd call. this is when call-answer would be a handy feature. but seriously, i wasn't that inuit. did a bit of journal writing, tried to read kurt vonnegut and frustatedly hucked the book on the coffee table, realizing my concentration level was all but present. laid on the couch for another few hours, until about quarter to five. at this time my brother got out of bed, and i read a month-old edition of toronto's now magazine, mostly about organics-- so that was cool. when blake opened the door to go outside, there was the most beautiful 11x14 envelope on the heater, and inside was a frameable fairy card from alicia. absolutely fabukous! then i sat on the couch for another couple of hours ("the couch method," according to cosmo) and looked at the walls, all the while talking to blake thru the new folding screen as he played sim city 4. decided finally to buy myself some sushi at andy's. while i was waiting for my vegetarian combo a to come, i wrote many pages in my journal in red ink (red for anger, red for love, red for angry love or lovely anger). and i perused the halifax pop explosion itinerary and considered taking in a show next friday at the marquee and/or saturday at the attic (if they let me in). then i bought a box of special k for g and another ritter sport marzipan for myself. i stopped into roger's in the shittest mood and tried not to swallow jared's ever-jovial soul with my doom. i think he escaped. i didn't think there was anything funny enough at roger's to rent. what a dork i am. i was just too pissy/pussy to pick anything. and the day came-- the day had finally arrived for sugar and spice to be the right movie for me to watch, and blake had it on his shelf. i laughed a lot. by this time, my mood had brightened considerably. the onslaught of sugar and alchohol i dumped into my body last night was starting to course more evenly through my bloodstream. must've been the protein from the soy icecream. uhhuh.

chris asked if i wanted to carve pumpkins tonight, and after i asked him if his mood was at least not worse than mine, and i was satisfied with his answer, i agreed, and we went to frank sobey's for some more pumpkins. i got a mini pumpkin from the foyer, and he climbed into the pumpkin patch to get a squat pumpkin. and he got 2 mini strobe lights for free from the vending machines, which was rad. at home, he carved a jack skellington pumpkin into a true jack o'lantern for me, which made my hallowe'en thus far. and i carved a sad-faced wee pumpkin and gave him some tiny horns. g, who will, as chris predicts "be a shitty father someday" tried to force us into a 2 am photo shoot, and asked chris to "put his paw on the pumpkin". we gave him one photo and then he went snitty-fatigued to bed to listen to blur.

"i'm not smilin', fuck that shit," won me an award for funniest thing said all day by one. and it's cool that i made someone laugh, and that eventually i could forge a smile myself. hoorah.

blah: i missed the best part of the lunar eclipse.

yar: 6 mg of melatonin: scuttle/hurry! je besoin de sleep.

lion's share of somethin

quite. 

as indulgent as i wanna be

when something bad happens, or when i wanna start anew, i always make a mental list of all the shit i wanna indulge in before i climb back on the wagon. tonight it was: a heaping bowl of pesto pasta (avec all the important trimmings), a ton of maryjane, six shots of whiskey (with and without water), a marzipan ritter sport bar, almost an entire pint of vanilla soy icecream topped with pure maple syrup, a few pieces of hell's kitchen pizza crust and hummus that tasted like a boxed casbah mix and pita (which i didn't even finish) from freeman's. i am at my brim, and only have a plateful of veggie sushi to go before i have everything i want to forcefeed myself. hello tomorrow, seul.

tonight was open mic with dean malenkos

this afternoon was arts and crafts with pete

and the mall with crm

and also tonight was dishes and larfs avec frere

and also a nice walk and time, mostly needed, but definitely had.

now i think i just need to shut the fuck up.

erasure

i erased this blog, because i hated it. first time.

i'm listening to the city fields album, and digging it. i had to wean myself off :wumpscut:

so, people have found my blog recently by searching for the following items on google:

margaret lawrence bio

advice for how doing brazillian bikini waxing

www.machinefuck

the tragedies halifax

and to bed i go. i wish i was having a drink with mike like i did last night. we sat at our respective computers and geekily chatted on msn while having a drink (he wine, and i whisky). funny, we met online like 9 years ago-- and a true pal he remains. i'll drink to that (but next time, in person).

lucia=madhot 

intercontinental pop exchange

i think there was some twisted secret exhange program at work when the heavy blinkers toured germany, while KMFDM came to halifax. germany could probably use some more fey orch pop, and halifax could certainly use some more nihilist industrial influence. and some nihlist industrial influence we had last night at stage nine. all the dark rock, goth, long haired-metlins, S&M folks, (dark) comic shop regulars, diehard KMDFDM fans, four or five out-of place huge jocks, and many a generally apathetic folk were out last night in full affect as if the gates had opened just for them and closed behind them when they left. most of these people you don't see around, or at least in such large groupings. there were, tho, many familiar faces there, aside from the people i knew: the main waiter at andy's restaurant, the manager of the downtown le chateau, comic shop employees, my new ally from a downtown record store, etc etc. the crowd was impeccably polite. everyone took care to say excuse me as they passed you to go to the bar, bathroom, front of the venue etc. a group of us keeners, who were at the front for the shitty dj performance were punished by the masses by being stood in front of. we formed a sort of short alliance and cordoned off a couple of square feet of empty space in which to move at our leisure. one of the dudes had fashioned a vest of caution tape and duct tape, which was pretty relevant as well as durable. a random dude stopped me, asked me if i was ready for the mayhem or something, and offered: "if you need a boost, just come and ask us." whatever that means. ididn't ask them. enough sociology. the show was superamazing-- unlike anything i expect to see- but not something i won't try desperately to witness-- again. it was their 20th anniversary tour and wow! when i was 14 listening to kmfdm is a drug against war on dan gallagher's video hits, i never ever expected that i would even have the opportunity to see them. so glad to be wrong on this one. they were loud fast tight passionate thorough dark sexy and playing in our town. they played 20 songs. the female singer, lucia, was mad hot. she oozed confidence and had such solid stage presence, as did most of the rest of them, but this was grand. i wondered aloud if i (or anyone) would find her as hot (or hot at all, really) had she been a mousy girl serving us coffee wearing a pastel sweater. probably not, but it's not worth arguing about. one of the guitarists was really attentive to the crowd-- just kind of watching and making lots of firm but nonassuming eyecontact, which made me wish i had been closer in proximity to the band. i dig looking into their eyes and giving them the look. i appreciate bands who bother to do this. it's hot. i'm not sure what else to say other than that i often forgot where i was and what i was doing, as i was off somewhere incrediblly amazing, mentally and physically. thanks for bothering to come to our town. we are hungry for it.

and after giving a huge lecture to a young rock prodigy co-worker yesterday about the importance of wearing earplus to shows and while jamming (when she had come to me looking for supplements to save her ears from being pillaged by rock music), i didn't wear any at the show, despite having been graciously given a pair because i had forgotten mine.

....

so yesterday i had someone perhaps try to steal my soul. she said she liked my name, that her "professional name" was branny, and that maybe she would change it to my name. but she pronounced it wrong. and this way, even if she does try to change her name to mine, she won't truly steal my soul.

in other yesterday's news, i was telling a co-worker about a pleasant phone call i'd had from a fellow nutrition school grad. she wasn't prying or badmouthing anyone or trying to promote herself. she wanted to call and ask permission to use my article about healthy eating on a budget. she and a friend were doing a talk on the subject and she thought my article was amazing and shit. so this woman approaches me and says she's overheard me and says she knows the woman who called me and says that she's a medical herbalist and she's the one who passed the article on to the n-school girl and she thought my article was oh so concise and informative, etc. that was nice. awesome that me blabbing my mouth off in a positive way went in a positive direction. my negative badmouthing moments at work probably outweigh my positive comments a hundred to one. got lucky.

au current: crown royal and water is my new favourite thing. i don't even have to concern myself about a sugary mix. why didn't anyone tell me of this sooner?

music for a slaughtering tribe

at about 3 o'clock, c to the r to the m and i made our way downtown. it was apparently my trip, so we went to biscuit first, where i bought the expensive black and red cardigan that i had my eye on. my father always tells me i should buy new clothes because mine are ratty. i used this (and my paying off my student loan early) as an excuse. it's a pretty cute sweater. i'll probably wear it every day, so you'll have a chance to see it if by chance you see me. so then to the record stores, where i bought a dinosaur jr cd, a cd that i will need soon because it will be lost to me, and a cd i've never heard before. it's by a band (actually it's just one person named rudy) from germany called :wumpscut: i guess they might be classified as aggro-industrial, if need be. was gonna buy the album "wreath of barbs," but glenn talked me into starting off with a double cd-- "music for the slaughtering tribes". a dandy purchase indeed. he was pumped that i was checking this band out, and told crm to bring me in more often, and to screw his indie rock friends-- partially to which i took offense, because as well as being fucking metal, i am also an indie rock fan. a healthy balance of both. then him and i kind of roasted crm, which was totally in jest, but we hit him in a sore spot-- even tho everything lately is a sore spot. and yet i'm supposed to take whatever is dished, which i try to do. i'm glad we can bounce back from shit like this, or we'd be in a foul fucking mess-- daily. and for some reason when glenn started to quote :wumpscut: by saying "a dirty whore called mother," i snapped and started calling my mother a whore, to the point of discomfort on both our parts. that was cool, or more likely the opposite. he didn't know how to react, but basically ended up agreeing that she must be a whore if she doesn't want to meet me. she is a whore tho, and she doesn't know what she's missing.
and we got to eat at just spring rolls. even tho we had different combos, we both ended up with triangular pieces of curried tofu-- and it was, as always, amazing. i was served iceberg lettuce masquerading as "fresh greens" which is a huge rip-off nutritionally, but it was secretly a nice treat, as i only have iceberg lettuce in side salads when i go for sushi.

home.

hung with blake and told joey and told him my "big plans" for my "future." yeah, maybe i should like, get on that or something.

at say quarter to 10, i got out my trampoline and beastie boys video collection on dvd, and did some dancolining (pronounced dance-uh-leen-ing). for the record, as far as i know i made this up. i think word got out. when i first got a trampoline like 4 years ago or so there were NO exercises for it available online, and now all of a sudden, there's a trampoline video, and a bunch of gyms are holding trampoline classes. i mean, i know the idea of rebounding is far from new, but making it fun and interesting certainly is. you wait, soon, there'll be a dancolining video, and it probably won't be me dancing to beastie boys videos, but watch for it nonetheless. btw, for some reason, i dancoline to beastie boys almost every time.

and then i tried to make some travel plans-- to go to see megadeth and marilyn manson. it's probably gonna be toronto (as tickets for the manson show in montreal are worth 160$!), and it's probably going to be amazing. more amazing than seeing the manson show, will be seeing my brother at the manson show. this alone will be worth the ticket price.

and then the speculum opens, and the doctor can look up your vaginal canal into the cervix.

and some more details....

and this is pat smear. i always thought he had a cool and at the same time unfortunate name. perhaps this is pat smear considering a pap smear. or perhaps not.

pap smear or pat smear? do i have a choice?

i'm actually in the minority of women who don't mind having a pap smear.

it's not particularly comfortable, but it's not painful. i got to lighten the conversation by telling the best/most horrifying prostate exam story ever (sorry, yo).

the prognosis from the nice doctor, is that my cervix appears healthy-- and this is certainly reassuring. the official diagnosis whether i have gonorrhea, herpes and chlamydia is yet to come. i have to get a separate blood test for HIV and syphilis which they normally don't promote as necessary unless you've had "really questionable" sex. not sure i'd classify any of the sex i've had as questionable in that context, but will get tested nonetheless.

this fine doctor explained all the abnormalities in sexual health as food analogies so it's easy to picture. luckily i don't have bumps on my labia akin to small heads of cauliflower, nor a lump in my breast that's more like a frozen pea than a cluster of grapes.

i was given a package of what they're now calling "prevention" (aka the morning after pill), in case of unfortunate condom slipping.

an ounce of prevention is worth preventing an average of eight pounds of ongoing back-talking, misbehaving, expensive and unwanted hell for 18 years.

while filling out my sexual history form, i considered what sluttier girls might write on their forms if they were telling the truth. by comparison, i think mine was pretty reasonable and clean. i got some compliments on the safety of my sexual conduct from the nurse and doctor, even tho i circled two important categories when it was obvious that i was to choose one or the other.

i also paid off my student loan in its entirety today-- six years ahead of schedule (three separate banks), which feels nice, but i haven't begun the celebratory process yet, and it hasn't quite hit me that i'll have an extra $125 to spend each month (which i will certainly need in the immediate future). i want to go out for sushi. and buy a warm cardigan. and go to montreal. i think i will do all three.

i was pretty productive today-- i also bought a few necessary groceries. got some refried beans, some oatcakes and some AAA batteries for my milk frother, etc. read some of mind, body spirit fitness mag, and an article from an old new york review (my life by bill clinton). ate a clif bar, some brown rice, broccoli soup, an ezekiel bread wrap with pinto beans, avocado and pesto, some oatcakes, dark chocolate and emperor's choice tea with soymilk.

did a lot of journal writing, perhaps had a sort of epiphany, after being able to sort out some necessary shit that i've been pushing aside and/or shooting my mouth off about but not really making any sense of it. i feel pretty okay it. trying to censor what i bore people with. it's best to spend my energy on introspection anyway. wrote while listening to kmfdm in preparation for the show on saturday, and because it doesn't hold too much emotional weight yet. yet.

was talking to _ndy for a bit, which is always a good time. got to talk rawk, which is my favourite thing. he's about to go on tour again across canada, which is old hat for him now. they're actually flying to edmonton, so they will be able to arrive more rested. they're going for a month, and will end up with a show at stage 9 on the 27th of november, so that's something to look foward to. he said something great, "rock and roll isn't about reinventing the wheel, it's about carrying on the tradition."

indeed.

after supper, i slept for a few hours-- which was gold. woke up and groggily talked to chris, not being sure who it was until he called back a few minutes later. listened to the city fields album a few times, and the just friends compilation. am impressed for the most part, but was upset to find that mitchell's cowbell part didn't make the album.

hot. 

whole lotta sumthin'/nuthin'

woke up at 9, having not gotten enough sleep to compensate for my not getting even close to reasonable amounts this week. kelsey came after her pap test and stayed until 430. other than our short trip to the health food store for snacks, we pretty much just relayed to each other the goings on of the last year while she has been off the continent. we basically validated each other's behaviour, which was comforting.

then emily and i went to michael's art opening at anna leonowens. he looked nervous and hadn't slept much, but his work was well worth it and great. i will have to ask him more about it when fewer people are around. saw mitz, who is looking to buy a cheap bass. anyone have know anyone who's looking to get rid of one? then to nicki's closing art show after her residency at the khyber. her cool black dog was there. also candy and chips. she had made a lot of fragments of work, like scraps of sketches, and fabric and stitching. it was like a kid's art room, and was very comfortable.

then to the wooden monkey for a paid dinner with the vitamins dept and quest vitamins. my organic white chilean wine was fab, as was my sweet potato and squash soup. the roasted chickpea salad didn't leave a lot to be desired, and i couldn't believe the chocolate tofu pie wasn't vegan. what the fuck? then quest gave us some vitamins, which was imperative in order to win our pseudo-admiration after he trash-talked our favourite supplement company.

the most bizzare thing i saw today: a scrawny toothless mullet dude was chillin in his car with some ratty woman in his car, parked on monastery lane. his license plate read "pray," and he didn't even have a plate on the back of his car. he had like seven rosaries hung off the mirror, and had two huge crosses on the dash, bookending an enormous bible. yes, a gigantic bible on the dash of a car.

seriously.

i can hear my neighbours screwing

christ almighty! i am really so tired i'm surprised i am still breathing. i anticipate tonight's sleep with more loving longingness as i do the dark lindt chocolate easter bunny coming in march.
my brother is now 24, and we celebrated downtown-style le nuit passe. at home, amongst a pit of soiled plates and cutlery, amanda poured us a million blue-eyed blondes and drank a million herself. traysht. i drank jagermeister, blue curacua (sp?), banana liqeuer, vodka and gin-- but still wasn't feeling it much. played violence and found out from dale (who has heard of and played it!) that violence can have two more rounds (with the same names): one where you use only one word to describe the name, and the other where you use only actions. i can't wait to play it comme ca. then pacifico where it was too packed with louse to dance, and too smoky to hang in the pool room (but not too smoky to exlore alternate sexualities)-- but the drinks were cheap enough to have us go there in the first place. then to reflections where better music played and there was a constant golden opportunity for dancing and bumping into people that you don't only not hate, but that bring glee to your heart. by this time i had long since stopped drinking. dancing was pretty amazing. left there at 3:30 and i had (oddly and perhaps embarrasingly or perhaps proudly-- depending on your viewpoint) my first pizza corner experience. a few of us had slices and we sat on the wall facing K.O.D. and watched the goingson of the drunkest and least classy representatives of our fine city. we had a soundtrack. props to the homies behind us. on our way home, we came upon a large girl (and here i quote blak'e police report) "wearing a short black hoochie skirt, black hoochie boots and a black hoochie shirt" walking very slowly in the middle of the road. it took a our crew plus some girls from another crew to persuade her to get off the road, and even then she kept venturing back. we knew we need to help her. she was totally lucid, but was still acting very bizarre. we founf out her name was jennifer, and that among other things, she was walking to dartmouth (decidedly in the middle of the road) and refused to take a cab, even if we sponsored her. she was really funny-- relaying tales of hot cops and wishes for the drunk tank, and we walked slowly beside her to ensure she stayed on the sidewalk. we all had visions of a vehicle zooming along and striking her-- her body smashing the windshield, denting the car and finally coming to a sudden and sure thud to the ground, just like a moose. when we got to robie street, we betrayed her and called the police to escort her away. we could all sleep better now. our party didn't end here, however. we hung out late late (like hard hard) and consequenly i got a ridiculously miniscule amount of sleep.
but today i was kind of on fire. a coupla fine blokes at work which kept the day tolerable and the pace quick. tonight, chris met me at the pavillion where just friends records were holding a release party for their compilation "class of 2004." the G.O. contingent was fairly strong. laura peek was lovely. she's so adorable, i'd like to have a doll of her. and what a voice. and her songs are pretty. then the tragedies, which are, altho the worst band in halifax , are always a joy to see. and city fields.... ooohhh! tonight mitchell made another notch on the list of my favourite cowbell moments of all time. it was insane, and i almost exploded. he was even wearing a tophat. i strained to hold it together. then the brent randall and his pinecones video for "in horsedrawn delight," which was rad. lots of spot-mo stuff. brent's a little lephrechaun type. hair all around it. ch-ch-ch-checkitt! then brent and his pinecones played. by this time, my fatigue had started to come into full affect and i thought i might fall over and/or fall asleep while standing and fall on my skull and crack it on the concrete. and my legs and knees ached. so i got a chair. i felt rather like a senior citizen-- sitting, when everyone else was up groovin' out. even b.a. then he went to go eat poutine. and i scuttle/hurried home, as it was bitchy cold.
blake and i decided to screw the pretenses, and grabbed the blue and white keefeco pipe and milked it, relaying last night's tales.
blake, to me: i've given you my pearls of wisdom and now i wanna go drink pop.

i can only hope that this is what i dream of tonight. thank you clif bar. 

perhaps tom cruise is right

basically i'm hoping i never see her again-- she who won't be named. i've spent too many days with her and she is ungrateful, pushy and repugnant. she rubs me the wrong way on days where almost any rubbing would be desirable. what kind of imbecile would take somebody's blood, dispose of the slide, the cottonballs and gloves in the proper biohazard container, but not also dispose of the blood-pricking instrument? her reasoning: well it's not that important-- the needle retracts back into the body of the implement so the infected part wouldn't be exposed. oh, and sometimes there might not be enough room in the bioharzard container. WHAT? when i again questioned her on why she wouldn't dispose of bioharardous waste according to protocol, she assumed a ridiculously defensive position and declared that she would from now on do it properly. she's not even a liscenced health practitioner. fuck. get out of my life face hair soul schleras blood type. i wish i let her roll off me. it disappoints me that i care. ne pas worth my energy. she is over now. i apologize to all those who i've burdened over the last week by deflating her during conversations which could've been positive, productive or even just tolerable.

i ate lunch at a brewery today: two orders of roasted vegetables and a half plain baked potato. i left the carrots, as they weren't cooked. ate a half chocolate almond clif bar for dessert.

spent 45 minutes hanging out at the ocean complaining about miscommunication.

heated up my green soup for supper, which i ate along with a piece of kamut bread with tahini and blackstrap molasses. blake made pancakes.

we scrambled ourselves together and took the #14 to the south end. found a phone, but not one that worked. used the phone at alexandra's (thanks) where we heard on cnn that kerry probably won the debate (2:1-- you win!) . hi-five! Conveniently, craig's building is in the same building as the pizzashop, and we chilled there for 15 minutes with him and laurae. it was craig's 30th birthday. the just for laughs folks were staying at the hotel and gave him some free tix. he generously decided to take blake and i with them. we were separated from c & l, and we probably got better seats (third row). i'd never seen live comedy before, so that was a treat. the comics were funny (appropriately), but i didn't cackle. this is the ultimate test. a lot of the jokes were generic. nothing innovative. i'm certainly not saying i could top it-- but i can judge it.

blake and i watched ten minutes of an ali g video we got from vd before he had to leave for work.

chris and i went for inari at 1 am. it's always a fun time until i ruin it by doing shit i know i shouldn't do. i shouldn't push. sorry. i was pushing my own buttons as well, and i hit a sore spot. it's not as if i read the whole article in rolling stone or anything, but i think tom cruise and the scientologists have it right when they say (and i hope this is a proper scientology generalization) that human counsel isn't terribly important-- that it's more important to look within. i know. it's way better, because you are on your own side (most often) and at least you know why. or you should seek counsel from someone who always tells you what you want to hear (i love you). or at least someone who will tell you something-- anything, with conviction.

oh broccoli boy! 

produce your fresh lovlies

one more day with that woman and i may implode. what a selfish dork.

stopped in at work and bought some fresh local produce from a lovely produce clerk.

couldn't figure out the fuck what to make for supper, so i went to the grocery store and bought 3 L of vitasoy unsweeetened original soymilk, a bag of frozen peas and a container of soy yogourt. at home i ate a little bowl of the yogourt with some flaxmeal and oatbran. i am expanding the foods i'm eating because i am feeling increasingly strong. i kind of broke myself in last night with the blueberry pancakes. then i made a pot of broccoli kale soup and washed the dishes while listening to ckdu. they played b.a. and ruth and hip club groove and lots of other great bands and fab songs. it felt like a real bachelorette wint'ry kind of evening. i've had them lots before, and i'll have them lots again. returned gingersnaps III which was not close to being as enjoyable as the previous two. this one just wasn't funny or sexy (oh except for nathaniel arcand, really. it was set in what was soon to be canada in 1851-- which was cool, and the set was nice and everything, but i don't think it matched the other two in charm. and i went to the dal sub for a walk. nice that there was hardly anyone out. spoke to chris. he was unkeen about the difficulties the night might present. when i was in the bathroom, blake came home and drageged two friends. i was thankful that i actually closed the bathroom door. the she called me beautiful, which was sweet of her. he didn't, but was a good craig nonetheless-- the third and perhaps last in this week's installment of fantastic craigs. this craig cut up a honeyrose and rolled one afresh. he was bombarded with an openess that is obviously a family trait. according to my best source, bush may have won the debate tonight. f'hawk n' socks!! i ate frozen banana with almond butter. such a fine treat. bremily hoesley loves this treat. she likes it even better with carob chips.

i'm almost out. it's before 3 am. i think i can i think i can i think i can.... (to be continued)

yeah, you know.

το ήξερα might've όντας μια κακή ιδέα όταν συνειδητοποίησα ότι είχα σταματήσει από το ακριβές καθεστώς με την κατανάλωση ενός σωρού των τηγανιτών βακκινίων (σίτος-ελεύθερων).
p.s. παρακαλώ προσεηθείτε σε κάτι για με.

p.p.s. の生命は堅い。

(s)he?'s apparently the natural snack mascot. it surprises me that we've never met. surely someday we will-- probably at the ocean.  

thanks givin' er

i had a couple of cool naps today, then CRM landed over and we listened to alden sing to us for 3 hours, while he tried to stay awake. i tried to entertain him/keep him awake by frigging around on my exercise ball.

the prediction: "this is going to end badly."

the result: despite rolling off the back of the couch, over chris's groin and onto the floor, flying wildly off the ball and smucking myself against the floor (inspiring much laughter and an "uh, are you ok?" and then repeating it, i narrowly escaped cracking my face on the bedframe and fucking my wrist up worse than it already is. jack*ss: watch me now.

in lieu of a lovely thansgiving dinner, i drank a couple of revital-xsmoothies--which are amazing. thanks again, richard. consequently (where are you?), my condition is much- improved in the last couple of days. my body feels lighter, less bloated, and i'm in less pain-- actually no pain (unless i apply pressure, but this is still a huge improvement). my mental outlook has improved, and i'm fairly disciplined right now. a couple more days of supplement-shoving and easily digestible meals, and i should be on the road.

then after "supper," we were off to wash our dirty clothes at the bluenose. blake was keen to have breakfast at the cafe, but they closed at 6pm due to reported "bad weather". read: rain and a bit of wind. suck it up, dude. just because it's raining doesn't mean people don't want to eat falafel or drink coffee. so you closed 'cuz it was thanksgiving. admit it. we will return, tho, yasir. keep some beans on the grill.

nobody won on on the scratch tickets.

i am the "worst folder in the world."

bill drove us home.

soon i thought too much (against my own advice) and fell a little low. sat on the couch, while my skrink perched on the rusty chair. he assured me we'd have the opportunity to trade places (but not trade spouses).

and later i went to return ali g to video difference, and i saw that gingersnaps iii: gingersnaps back (a prequel) had been released (straight to video?) and decided to rent it at roger's instead. craig was angin, which was fab. he sold me somethin dat i don't think i've eva bought before, but he told me i could keep it in is drawa, which was a spunky borrowin point. wicked. take ya damn points, win ya damn contest. only fa yous, tho. and if me is not satisfied wiv my deal, i do expect "free band cds" dig yous promised.

who wants tofurkey?

who wants tofurkey? morrissey and i, apparently. and no, google-- i didn't mean to search for "turkey," but thanks anyway. see, look at me-- i'm giving thanks.

what do milkglands, jimbays (sp) and jason oickle have in common? (now with thanksgiving recipes)

i'm not feeling as well as i'd like to be. neither am i as educated or as disciplined about my illness as i should be.

must improve.

but in the meantime, i will leave you with this as i hit the books:

the newest keyword searches that have brought readers from google and yahoo are:

www.milkglands (not even a dotcom)

types of jimbays (properly spelled djembes, yet i was too lazy to look it up at the time-- and indicated this in my blog. some dirty hippie is apparently also too lazy)

jason oickle (a halifax user searched for him. btw, my blog is the only return for jason oickle, and google doesn't even mention him. ling-ling san: what is up??)

and here are some recipes for thanksgiving. i'll be drinking broth and revital-x, popping supplements until my throat is blocked, and eating rice that's been chewed until it's liquified. oh yeah, and probably alone. joyous occasion. oh, and my parents have been married for 33 years today. fawwwwk!

Tofurkey
(mine. now the official satisfaction feast recipe, and the official tofurkey used at ARCH events)

1 pound firm tofu, rinsed and patted dry

Marinade:
3/4 c. water
3 tbsp soy sauce
3 tbsp nutritional yeast
½ tsp poultry seasoning**
½ tsp coriander
½ tsp onion salt
½ tsp garlic powder

Coating:

1/4 c. whole wheat or other flour
1/8 c. cornmeal
1/8 c. nutritional yeast
1/4 tsp onion salt
1/4 tsp salt
dash black pepper

Cut tofu into 1/4 inch or appropriately sized slices and place them in a wide, shallow mixing bowl or
shallow baking pan. Place all ingredients for marinade in a bowl and whisk them together. Pour marinade over tofu slices, ensuring all slices are covered. Cover and place marinated tofu in refrigerator. Let tofu set
for several hours or overnight, turning slices a couple of times. When you are ready to cook the tofu, combine the ingredients for the coating mix in a bowl and stir well with a fork. Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Mist baking sheet with nonstick cooking spray, set aside. Remove each tofu slice, shake lightly to allow extra marinade to drip off and dredge each piece in the coating mix, allowing for total coverage. Arrange tofu on baking sheet. Mist tops lightly with cooking spray. Bake tofu for 15 minutes or until bottoms are golden brown. Flip slices over and bake for another 9 or so minutes, until other side is golden brown. Makes 10 or more slices. (4 -5 servings)
** or rosemary, sage, summer savory.
Eat plain hot or cold, with a meal or sandwich it between some bread and your choice of gravy. You’ll not miss turkey and the bird will be spared.

Mushroom Gravy
(from Satisfaction Feast)

1/4 c. olive oil
1/4 c. flour
2 1/4 c. water
1/8 c. soy sauce or Bragg's
1 c. fried mushrooms
pepper to taste

Fry enough mushrooms in oil to yield one cup shrunken, fried mushrooms. Heat oil and whisk flour in until smooth. Gradually add water, stirring constantly. Add soy sauce, fried mushrooms and pepper. It'll thicken and be a good gravy.

Tofu Pumpkin Pie

(adapted from the Atlantic Superstore vegan cooking class)

1 graham cracker pie crust (can use cereal flakes‑‑like cornflakes instead)–4 c. mixed with 2 Tbsp sugar and ½ cup melted margarine and put into 9" pie shell.

1 package Mori‑Nu Lite Firm Tofu (For firmer texture use Mori‑Nu Lite Extra‑Firm Tofu)
1 ½ cups canned or cooked pumpkin
1/4 cup maple syrup
1 tsp vanilla
1 Tbsp pumpkin pie spice or next 4 ingredients:
1 tsp ground cinnamon
3/4 tsp ground ginger
1/4 tsp ground nutmeg
1/4 tsp ground cloves
1 small container whipping "cream" (cool whip)

‑Pre‑heat oven to 400 degrees.
‑Blend Mori‑Nu Lite Tofu in a food processor or blender until creamy smooth.
‑Add pumpkin, syrup, vanilla, and spices; blend well. Pour into 9" unbaked pie shell.
‑Bake approximately 1 hour or until a toothpick inserted in the center comes out almost clean.
‑Cool and serve with a dollop of whipping cream.

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there's only one bush i want taken down

reliable sources say that george bush made himself like an ass tonight during the debate. he went to far as to ask the moderator if he would like to buy some wood. i cackled over that one. like mad!

and the bush i didn't want to be taken down was the one in front of my house. perhaps the new neighbours didn't have enough light in their apartment. but whoever the fuck chopped it down did it in the least aesthetically pleasing of ways-- they just kind of hacked a slew of branches off at the height of the bottom of their windows. so now we have awkwardly-sizedt, amputated, ugly bushes in front of the house. and this is is not only horrific for me because the front of the house looks like ass and the bushes didn't need to be cut, but because our street is been slowly being deforested. first hurricane juan ripped five or so of our nicest trees right out of the ground, then the city or someone obliterated the tree that marked the shortcut on the corner of the street. fuckers. deforesting fuckers. please put the tree back in street.

so i felt pretty rad today emotionally. clinique fucking bonus time. work was enjoyable despite the full-moonesque customers who got pissed because they think i hadn't told them a remedy for age spots, when i had told them three repeatedly: salicyclic acid. lemon juice. buttermilk. they wanted me to give them a product, and weren't happy with a home remedy. and a customer told em that she didn't know anything about a product. asswanks-- really, they are. and the lady who's the bane of my existence (the schlerlogy/blood type teacher) blabbed on to me endlessly during my lunch today: "this is where we'll want the chairs tuesday night i think you should have a registration table and it should go here and face this way where do you think i could store the cookbooks how about here it's not as if you'll go through 5000 sheets of paper before then oh i have too many copies of this one and not enough of oh oh i wish this registration had oh oh oh i am a silly slut" and i wanted to slice her face like an apple. chris came to visit, and kept me company whilst i filled my herb jars. he looked tired, as usual as of late.

went for a walk downtown tonight. saw some first year drunk jocks and heard them yell. toured the spring garden shoppers and found myself some black nail polish. peed at the four points and hung out with blake in his office for a half hour, which was mad fun. returned home. read. wrote. washed the dishes and told stories. needlessly wore my toque in the house. stayed up too late.

meaghan-- this is for you:

3

2

1..

out.

paul martin luckier than chancellor valorum regarding vote of confidence today.  

cake recipe hangin'

1) ok, so i have officially forgiven you for ignoring me for years. you are lucky. i am lucky. you were right assertive on our street today, asking., "how ya do-in.'?" great. now.

2) if i could marry one inanimate object at this moment, while being assured that it would last forever, and that it would never fail me (in this case i.e. never run out, or make me fat or unhealthy), i would choose to marry the blueberry cake i made tonight on a whim. you might wish you were eating my blueberry cake. so i will give you the new n' improved recipe:

the blueberry cake

dry:

1 1/3 cups whole grain flour

3/4 cup instant oatmeal

2 tsp baking soda

1/4 tsp seasalt

1 tsp. cinnamon

wet:

1/4. c applesauce

1/3 c. maple syrup

3/4 c soymilk

2 tbsp cornstarch (wet ingredient)

1 c. frozen OXFORD WILD BLUEBERRIES

hot n' crumbly:

1/4 c. brown sugar

1 tbsp marj or butter

pinch of cinnamon

Preheat oven to 400 degrees F. in medium bowl, mix dry ingredients together with a fork. in another bowl, combine wet ingredients, including cornstarch. mix dry and wet. fold in blueberries. spoon batter into oiled 8x8 pan. cream hot n' crumbly ingredients together and sprinkle mixture on top of cake batter. bake (even in your toaster oven!-- i did!) for 20-25 min. cool on rack for 5-10 min and serve warm.

it'd be the effin' bomb with ice cream.

3) a) blake, joey and i watched da ali g show tonight and it was, at times, almost chokingly funny. oh g_d, this guy is amazing. sure, i am slow to have caught on to him, allow me to admit, but i am a fan. phunny stuff. i indeed needed that.

b) kids in the hall season 2 on dvd, release date: nov. 16, 2004. i am too excited.

4) a) i just spent two days at a scherology workshop. i hated it. i was bored and uncomfortable. the teacher was overcompensating for the uselessness of the course and the subject's nonexistent (for a reason) cruddy reputation by promoting and the founder (who she either wants to fuck or currently fucks-; and who she didn't show us a picture of, so is therefore ugly-- with especially ugly scleras) and defending the "art and science" (a blanket term which i am sceptical about anything being called except for say, cooking) of scherology-- the study of the stupid red lines in the whites of your eyes. i was unimpressed because i had pretty clear eyes- devoid of much interesting muck even in the intestinal region. and i have a sugar fermentation spot -- which she was convinced meant i am hypoglycemic. which i am not. nopey nope nope. but this course was paid for.

b) i hate going to classes with middle-aged women. this is not because i don't like them (altho many of them i do not like, sure), but because their husbands don't listen to them and all they want to do is yammer blab yap gab on forever, at the expense of the class and of my attention span. i. do. not. care. how. many. stroke. patients. died. when. bla. bla. bla. bla. i don't care if your anatomy and physiology class was really hard and you worked full time when you did it and it oughta count for something do you think it would count for something it would be really awful if it didn't. ya. nope. mental note: never take continuing education courses in the natural health field. correspondence only = no yappy middleaged ladies.

5) i was just reminded that i should sleep more often. probably true. i eat well and everything. and exercise sometimes, but not often enough. i actually think this is more important. i have never slept well. as a baby, i reportedly sat up late and babbled to myself in my crib. those who know me well would not be surprised by this. in high school, i didn't go to bed before 1 am, and sometimes not til 3 or after, on a school night. i was a complete and utter insomniac until say 3 years ago, until i got my health under control. now, i'm just used to staying up late. it's easy. i don't need as much sleep as the average bear-- but true dat, i should sleep more. and so sleep i will. but i have a few things to do first. melatonin should be conking me out any minute now. shit. and a zzzzzzzzzzzz (pronounced zeds).

ow!  

how ya gonna spend your energy?

digesting.

yes, and that's how i always dreamed it would happen (nope).

hey, so, wanna go out and play scoops tonight?

naw, i'm digesting my food, so i can't really do anything right now.

yeah, that's also why i'm quiet and freezing cold. my body needs all the energy it can get. it even needs the energy i use to read. that's why i have to put my book down after a half hour and if i don't fall asleep-- just kind of konk out into a state of uselessness.

i was thinking of lots of clever things to write all day, but i don't have the energy. i still have to write in my paper journal.

so here i am, with three layers on, plus a blanket, slippers and a heating pad on my abdomen, sipping cool water out of my kool-aid cup. this is nearly as comfortable as i can get, aside from having my belly rubbed and sleeping on my left side with a pillow between my knees. and i stress: sleeping. and normally when i wake up, i am say 80% better. and i have my lunch packed for my stupid course tomorrow (which i will need to wear a skirt to probably, because i am swole) but i don't know it i will eat it. maybe just rice. it tends to be ok.

so, a couple of days ago, i gave out two awards. one of them, i would like to revoke, and i am also here to present another.

1) i gave you an award for ignoring me. well, i haven't seen you on the street since that day, but since you were so affable when i was in the store today, i revoke it-- conditionally. i can only hope that you will be forced to speak to me just because of my connection to the store and its employees-- both in the past and in the future. you have a role to fill, dude. and you even made reference to me being there the other night. and i liked that. it sucks that you have a cold. sorry to hear that. i wish i had've gotten to talk to you more, and would've told you the cold's-ass-kicking regime that always gets me thru. until then, dude, you have your reward revoked. keep up the good behaviour. and it's fucked how tall you look in your uniform. i didn't notice as you cowered and scurried away on the street all those times.

2) to the other employee who shares the name as the first:

sorry i couldn't find the yoga mat for you that day. but you got a cooler one. you are a most helpful and friendly employee. i remember you checking all the return boxes to find a movie for me once. that was going beyond your call of duty. you always do. and tonight-- giving me margaret cho-- revolution for free-- now that was amazing. i thought the days of hookups had ended long ago. and you didn't even hear me telling your co-worker about the shitty time i had at your competition just that evening. goodfellas you are.

you don't know it yet-- but you've earned yourselves some baked goods.

and to my neighbours up above: i am glad to hear of your amazing sex life. frequently. you made my computer monitor shake last night, to the point of distraction. above all, i hope that you also like each other when you're not fucking. it's all too often that couples have either one or the other.

here are the some of the countries from which my period had some visitors this week, and the percentage of times they came. 

please China, don't you dairy! 12 million pus cells per glass plus 12 million other reasons not to increase your milk consumption. china, if you have any questions, just ask.
 

to those who have crossed me, i reward you

i had no desire to be productive today and had to force myself to accomplish the tiniest things-- like getting dressed, grooming, etc. i read some more of my wolf book, which is fab. took a nap after having been awake for only an hour, woke up to the brrrinnggg of the telephone. why don't i want a cellphone, you ask? it's annoying enough to have the phone ring at home-- why the fuck would i want it ringing in my pocket? do you seriously think i want to hear from you that badly? this doesn't mean i don't want you to call-- you're all lovely. just not when i'm outside.

went to the mall with crm. we bought nothing. just basically did a tour. the mall gave me a fucking headache, which didn't surprise me. that and the autumn wind. not breeze-- wind. i have sensitive little ears, what can i say? so then we zoomed downtown par autobus so i could have my last feed of diomio before i become more strict with my eating habits. i had one scoop of soya magic chocolate orange gelato and a scoop of coconut sorbetto. meh. wasn't as good as it could've been.

had supper apres the icecream-- broccoli, tofu and an ezekiel wrap with almond butter and banan-grapefruit jam. then a cup of cold soy chai.

i wore my toque tonight for the first time tonight-- to the grocery store. my head was throbbing and it felt comforting to wear it. it was nice to haul ol' jack out. i hope the fucker who also has this toque (as seen by peter) has had the sense to skip town. i might pull it off his head and deck him. i had it first.

eff! i have been so physically sensitive lately. i have a difficult time enduring loud noises, bright lights, sometimes any light, strong scents. i cringe. i get kind of pissy. i want to flee. btw, halifax, it's cool that you're scent free and all, but what gives allowing public washrooms to reek horrribly of vile artificial cleaners and scented soaps and this and that? i mean, i really don't mind a mild scent- like say clearsoap or those tasteful commercial ones-- but these seriously offend my senses and inspire nausea and ill will toward everyone after i vacate the premises. it's all your fault i'm hateful. all yours. oh that and the fact that doraku was closed. and i love sushi. no sushi for me.

so, tonight i will hand out two awards to those to have crossed me:

1) to the ass who sold me a stamp (an award for unexcellence in customer service):

sure, i didn't leave much room to put the stamp-- but i left plenty, assuming i'd get an average-sized stamp-- not one so gigantic that i could cover my face with it. OH is it SUCH a big deal that i ask for a small (read: regulation-size) stamp? oh, you usually don't break the packs to give out the small stamps, eh? well sorry, assjerk. i'm sure you said it to make me feel like i was getting special treatment, and not because you were trying to provoke feelings of guilt in me. i was very nice to you tho, because i have been in your position before. and i'm sure i have handled situations similarly, but i have learned from my misfucks. but you are a dorkwad.

2) to my rear neighbour:

i can't say anything mean about you because i like you, even tho i can't seem to get to know you. you live right behind me, you have for years, we have many connections, yet you won't say hi. i'm not even really looking to become friends or anything, just for you to say hi. an aknowledgement. i don't care about the slutbag who lives beside me and accuses us of making the street look ugly by leaving shopping carts on her lawn (which we didn't because we use cloth bags and go to the grocery store daily rather than using our CAR like you and getting a trunk full of plastic bags. lazy snob.), or the raging screwhod on the the other side of me who screams at his dog and accused us of smashing his car window to take his beer (which we also didn't do). i want you to speak to me. a hello. no need to look away and scurry/scuttle away. you do get some small consolation prize for being assertive and speaking to me today when i visited your new place of work. you had to, tho. so, you could say hi-- it wouldn't kill you. no stop + chat required. in fact, i'd prefer not to. smile. nod. wave. hi. hand me a present. anything. just don't ignore me. oh and by the way, you look cute in your new uniform. or in anything. i forgive you because sometimes i don't want to look at people either: but eat my piss.

DRUM BUDDY!! yeah, i want one. 

sample this (featuring why the hell do i stay up so late?)

my thwarted attempt to embark on a short stroll tonight was terribly pathetic. aside from wearing my red shoes (which are apparently only worn by evil people) which for some reason make my left foot's arch feel as tho it's been punched for a week, i so wasn't into walking. i was so drowsy and lethargic thruout the entire walk, i felt like a petulant child whose mother was pushing her along against her will. at one point, i sort of spaced out entirely and nearly fell asleep. felt like a GD somnambulist. got to windsor street and thought it best to turn around and return to my nest.

(t)here i chilled avec ma frere, partook of green, hehehed and cackled euphorically, ate soy toast, took tea.

spoke with an apparent polygamist. i have enough trouble with one. as if.

so, some thoughts on sample trays: in theory, the idea of uncontolled samples is revolting, but i fall to this temptation often. but just to give you a sampling of my observations from working in a few environments where samples are apleny:

i have seen children take samples of soda, wince/cringe in distaste and replace their sipped-from cup on the table amongst the rest

i have seen little kids take samples without their parents there ('nuff said?)

i have seen people with colds take samples

i have seen people finger several of the other samples

i have seen people eat while leaning over the sample plate, dropping salivated-on crumbs on others' samples

i have seen people with the dirtiest hands ever and other displays of questionable or non-existant personal hygenine dive into the chip bowl

and worst of all, my coworker witnessed a man with an open, festering wound dip his hand into a jar of hand cream, rub on, and reapply. if she had not seen this and had not hucked this jar....

anyway. there's what i see, and what you already knew, but didn't wanna think of.

belly ache indeed. 

a b c d i h a t e t h i s e f g h i j k m n o p e

i have to fait attention to my bowels, and want they want-- since they rule me. please try to understand if i can't say, share some devious treat like i don't know, a piece of wheat bread with you, or a drinky-drink, or say stay up too late, or say indulenge in needlessly stressful conversations. not directed at anyone. i'm just sayin'. anyone want to trace the shape of a swollen adbomen? it hurts direly to touch. i will let you touch it if you rub it for me, clockwise of course, as to not fuck up my energy. it's hurting. it's kind of my fault, kind of my estrogen receptors' fault. fucking estrogen receptors. i should be eating even more soy. my bowels are swollen and my stomach is swollen and my whole digestive system is swollen. can't fit into any of my pants except the two pair i own that each have a huge whole in the crotch that i won't bother to fix. it was pretty depressing getting ready to go out tonight. i ended up wearing a crotchless pair of pants. luckily, we were standing, because i sit like a trucker.

we saw b. a. johnson tonight, who is a true champ and entertainer (even tho the dalhousie gazette pegs him as contrived for wearing his mesh-backed hat sideways). he is truly worth checking out, and his cds are cheap and worth picking up. it makes me really wish that the dirties could perform here, no matter how unlikely it would be to happen even if brian were here. could halifax handle it? i think it would be worth discovering. KC, maybe you could take it to japan, sell out a few venues?

we didn't stay for cuff the duke which was fine. i wanted to see sharp like knives anyway, but chris wasn't into "rock that's not on his cds" lately and so we went to the ocean and again again spilled hearts, spoke frankly, and walked home and are content and now here i am in a green clay mask and g is in brixton, uk, under andrew watt-imposed house arrest along with the rest of the heavy blinkers because they need their "shields up" because "crime is afoot." and so of course when g's dad called, i told him everything was fine. i'm pretty sure i sounded like i was telling outandout lies, but his dad is not swift enough to catch me in it.

piss, my bowels. shit, my bowels. eff, my estrogen receptors. fuck, them all. the discomfort radiates down my legs. this, oh yes this-- is my favourite part.

i look not for sympathy, only for a vent.

blood and rock

could scarcely scrape myself out of bed this morn, feeling like the bottom of my ass. heavy inside, like active boulders of mucousy rusty fuckwads of acidic clay streams. it made an equal amount of sense as i felt it, trust me. drowsy, ne pas there, bluish grey. dropping bottles of vitamins all day. couldn't muster much that was funny. ate brown rice and my granola bars, which earned me many generous and excited compliments. questioned whether i could drag my body thru the nite, but the chewy bars kickstarted my heart and i immediatly grooved, grinned and gunned it around for a bit. made cocktails with fennel tea and vitamin c crystals. compared to this, lemons are as sour as salad rolls. took homeopathic china which allowed me to function outside of the ladies' room.

em and i surprised ourselves by getting out of our chairs and making it to the beat material show at the micmac native friendship centre. we have been attempting to go to lachey's show for a while now, but the wait was, as they say, well worth it. it was a playful, familial scene there. like every second person there (and the turnout was impressive) was someone who i had had an interaction with at some point, in some way. making a shirt for you and serving you mashed potatoes. you with a bowl cut playing cute keyboard songs and also playing with boy in other band. buying duct tape, air matresses and spraypaint from you. i know you, for real. and you, you care for my vegetables. buying nanaimo bars from you. you being 13 and skipping off from dad's store to protest the circus with us. you dropping vegan cookies off for us at the same circus protest. making us posters and selling us pens. selling you vitamins. making pins for 1up.ca, bringing them to my house. more of you, i forget how i know you. but i do. anyway, beat material were great to see. made me feel and want and move and art and rock. good gowan. choice venue-- all-ages, colourful, smily feel-- kids scurrying around, appropriate sound. makes me want to want to play. i wish something could make me do it, because i can't seem to.

on the walk home, we passed by a group of scruff young dudes in black t-shirts.

one: hello girls.

us: he-hey..

other: um, i believe it's pronounced "ladies."

us: hehaheha hehahehahehahehe!

bowels full of blood and rocks temporarily forgotten because of your blood and rock.

for that, merci.

p.s. i checked back on rupaul's blog, and here's what she wrote after visiting our city: "this past weekend, it was HALIFAX-NOVA SCOTIA, TORONTO and BOSTON. i had never been to HALIFAX and was very excited to finally go there. my mother's ancestors had come to ST. MARTINSVILLE, LOUISIANA from NOVA SCOTIA, so i'm glad i got see it. the people in CANADA are so lovely, i could live there in a heartbeat."