Saturday, 2 December 2006

Irony, Thy Name is Snow

Yes, ladies and gents, the irony is not lost on me that St. John's, Newfoundland is quite balmy, and that Vancouver and the lower mainland has been hit with what Newfoundlanders affectionately call "weather." Ah, how the tables have turned at last. It was only last week that I was taking off my sweater in order to not sweat to death waiting for my bus. Now, to be fair, it has recently become colder, and snow has started to attempt to fall. However, every time it does, the darned stuff just melts away. We can't pay it enough to stick around.

Ok, ok, let's face the time the season ends we will have much more "weather" than y'all will ever get, and I accept that. It's just nice to have the reprieve once in a while, and to laugh uproariously at those people who call me and tell me about their gardens when I'm up to my ass in white stuff...and I ain't talkin' cocaine!!

In other news, I have finished my last class for the MA program here at Memorial. It's such a weird and wonderful feeling to be almost done. I still have a couple papers to, but then I'm done the course work section of the Masters degree. Then it's only the simple task of fieldwork in New Orleans and writing a thesis by the middle of next summer. No sweat...


Had the weirdest Christmas party ever! The Folklore Society (of which I am no longer president...the queen is dead, long live the queen) and Classics Society kipped together and had a joint Christmas party at the Masonic Temple, aka the Mason Hut, as one of the Classics boys is a Mason. During the party we were treated to a tour of said Mason Hut, and given a history of the building and small glimpse into the world of Masonry. All I could think of was the Simpson's spoof regarding the "Stonecutters" and kept wondering if I would suddenly freak out during the tour and start blowing my nose on some sacred artifact, thus causing a riot. Especially since it is such a male-dominated society, the thought of me being somehow "inappropriately female" was quite tempting--like ripping off my sweater and dancing around in my bra to "I'm Every Woman" or something. It was definitely an interesting tour, and the history of the building is fascinating, but not exactly the most party-ish thing I've ever done.

Well, back to the grindstone.....oh dear, the Mason's have got to me!!! Ha ha! Well, that or too much caffeine today. Wish me luck on papers and proposals! Then I get to decorate my apartment!! Weeeee!!!

Sunday, 13 August 2006

Movin' On Up!

Rickin' frickin' frackin' mackin' bickin' rickin'...

Yes, much like Yosemite Sam, the cursing has started in full force. I'm moving upstairs!! Yep, in my boldest move ever--even bolder than the slightly down the block move I made in 2000--I'm moving mere feet away from my current dwelling. The apartment upstairs has opened up, and as it's a much better space with laundry, more room and an even better view of the cement, I decided to take it. However, I'm having a bit of a problem accepting that I'm moving and actually doing stuff like: packing, changing my address with various companies, ensuring that my phone will be hooked up, cleaning. In two sweet days I'm going to have one of the most disorganized moves ever!! Yah!!

Thank god for friends and classmates though. Since I'm only heading upstairs, it makes absolutely no sense to hire movers, so my peeps are gonna come and help out. It's always so weird to have someone come and move your stuff around. I mean, it's not like I'm getting them to assist in 'reburying' the bodies or help with the teardown of my porno studio or anything, but still... I'm not sure what I'm most sensitive about-my sad collection of bodice-ripper romance novels that I read when I have the flu or a cold, my full collection of Danzig and Rammstein CD's, my many half-assed attempts at paintings and models or my hand-towel-sized undies!! Oh hell, it's all of the above!!!

Regardless, they've accepted, I'll lay in some treats and soda, and we shall move!! Soon I'll be upstairs worrying about my dry-cleaning company and complaining about the zebra's and honkies downstairs. And if you don't know what that refers to, then you're either too young or too behind on your pop culture to read this blog any further.


Sunday, 30 July 2006

Gay Midas

Everything he touches turns to FABULOUS!!

(Thanks Jordan!!)

Saturday, 22 April 2006

Holy Cow! A Post, A Post! A Veritable Post!

Hey kiddies,

So, I do live after all. Thought I should get a post out, even a quick one, before I hit the year marker!

Second semester of my first grad year is almost over...I just have a couple more papers to write. They should, technically, be done all ready, but I received a couple of extensions. Bad, bad student! It's been a weird term, and I'll be glad when it's finally over! Then I will taste the sweet elixir of sleep again!


What's that computer? You want me to sleep? But I have to do my work now...

What's that? Don't worry about it? Well, okay.

Yeah, I wish. It's come to the point where a sleep-depraved delusion would be almost welcome. But no, it's just the bitter taste of reality and lots of work left to do. Ah well.

I am now officially divorced! As of April Fool's Day (there's got to be a metaphor in there somewhere...) I am a legally free woman. Felt weird but bloody fantastic. On this long road to figuring out who I am and what the hell I'm going to do with the rest of my life, it's nice to have the loose ends tied up. Now, if only I can weave those loose ends into some sort of man-catching trap all will be well.

I also won the SSHRC (Social Sciences and Humanities Research Council of Canada) award, so starting in September I'm actually getting money for school! How great is that! Apparently they have no idea what a bad student I am!

It's very cool though, as I'm also going to be doing my fieldwork in New Orleans. So in the new year I'll be heading down for 6 to 8 weeks in the Big Easy. Something tells me it's not going to be so "easy"... I keep having dreams of not being in shape, and having some gang chasing me down in order to toss me in the swamp. I really have no intentions of being "swamp-bait" so I'll have to get in shape this summer. Plus, something tells me I should be spending some quality time in the sauna and steam rooms at the school gym... It will be like Rocky preparing for his big fight, only instead of hanging out punching meat in a freezer, I'll be laying around quietly in a steam room. And instead of drinking raw eggs, I'll be practicing eating powdered doughnuts and drinking beer and iced tea. And instead of running up a huge pile of steps in the middle of town, I'll be practicing my "amble." In other words, it's not like Rocky at all. Except for the blaring "Eye of the Tiger" soundtrack which I will be playing over and over during my trip.

So, I'm off to write more stuff and such and try and keep myself actually in grad school, and prepare for a party at my old house that will not keep me in grad school. I think some of the profs are getting wise to my ineptness, but hopefully I can stave them off long enough to pass me, and then have a quick identity change in order to apply for a PhD. By that time it will be too late to do anything but give me a doctorate so I don't publish my "bribe" photos.

What? I didn't say bribe...

Gotta run!

Yours always!