Priorities

The day I bought these sheets in August I planned to make myself a red velveteen duvet cover. Why haven't I got one yet? It would have been way easier to make than felt boots, that's for sure. I guess the problem is that you can't really watch Heroes and sew at the same time.

So what does that make me?

As of today, two and a half years into the program, Tanya is the first and only member of our cohort who is candidate for the PhD. Here she is celebrating in style.

The future is yesterday

This is prime time for buying cheap tapes of great movies. You interested in watching any of these with me? Krystal, the 5 I want to see next are on the left.

Total Mutual Awesomeness

Everything with the word "Soviet" in it is somehow funny to me. Even this chapter about how the Soviets were working to develop strains of smallpox that could resist ionizing radiation. You know, so that it could keep killing capitalists even in a post-apocalyptic nuclear winter. Yay.

NOK!

Man, after felting that boot I realized why felt was the first form of fabric. It was so simple. Even a cave-person could throw their boot in the washing machine and forget it was there for half an hour. They were probably too stupid to knit, though. Ha ha, stupid cave people.

Woo!

Sure, I got to the party so late that it wasn't technically her birthday any more, but nothing could keep me from missing Kristina's birthday entirely.

Holy F**k indeed.

I guess when SEE called them "Toronto's Evil Supergroup" they were talking about this guy.

Cool

I guess the guys working at this liquor store figured it was safe to put their lunch in the refrigerated room because there was no way anyone would want a Rev. Let alone a Rev FACTOR. They didn't figure on me.

Double Impact!

So I hear this witty observation about the current episode of Battlestar Galactica come from the couch, and I suddenly realize that it doesn't really matter that I can't tell which Danger it came from.

Three's Company

For the love of God, are there any budding Russian linguists not named Tatiana?

ARE YOU THE FUTURE?

If I were going to a fantasy high-school, I think I would prefer the one on a boat. Oh, or, uh, the one at the Science Museum, I guess.

Unconventional

All of my experience with cats tells me that when you put a shirt on a cat it will shake it off right away, rather than lying down, wrapping itself in the shirt contentedly, and falling asleep.

kicks

And you laughed when I said I would knit myself a pair of boots. Wait, why are you still laughing?

Loyalty

Ah, Orange Hall. This is exactly the kind of place I'd want to have my party to celebrate becoming Canadian. Certainly Her Royal Highness should be there. I pledged allegiance to her heirs and successors, after all, in the ceremony. But tonight I wasn't at Orange Hall for the Queen, I was there for Shorty George:

Misadventure

When the television told me today would be "lovely," I believed it. It turned out this narrow glass had other plans for me:
It decided to pop out a few shards of glass while I was washing it, giving me the chance to carve it right into my right thumb.

The cut looked pretty deep, so I went to emergency for the first time. It's a brand-new state-of-the-art facility, which you can see for yourself by how sophisticated the waiting procedure is. I was treated immediately in triage, but for the stitches I had to wait in at least 4 different places.
Eventually a doctor came in and rolled out his suture kit, featuring ETHICON brand ethical sutures. After cleaning up the hastily but caringly applied iodine, he froze my thumb, which I didn't react to very well:
Once I came to, I was curious enough to take a look at the stitches. I love stitches. I love how they basically involve sewing you shut like a quilt. And tying cute little knots:
A bit more waiting, some fancy gauze, and a free tetanus shot later, I was good as new.

Samesies

You know what, Marianne, I was just thinking that we should find some way to do guest blogging. You know, like how web comic artists all do guest comics for each other some times? I got the idea when I saw this note on my paper: ... and thought of your blog right away. I think we'll have to be in the same city for it to work, though.
Until then xox happy Valentines, Phil

It's Too Close for Missles - I'm Switching to Guns

I decided that for my birthday I would take a day off from caring what other people think. Who better to channel for that than Iceman?

This is why I should have had a blog forever

Back when I didn't have a camera there was one picture I always wanted to take but never did. If you sit at the right table in the math C&D at Waterloo and look out towards the rock garden, the concrete balcony will make your view of the outside world feel like it has letterbox aspect ratio. In the letterbox you'll see a big crooked evergreen about a third of the way from one side of the screen to the other. It's probably blowing a little bit. It's beautiful.

Best $0.00 I Ever Spent

I apologize. I should never have implied that our new table should be used for ping pong. Octavian was right: It can probably only be used for ping.

Company

I put my couch and sleeping bag in the Bible study/ping pong room so now it can act as a guest room! Come on over! It has the most effective heater in the house! I'll move my laundry out of the way! Oh, and, uh, don't read yesterday's post.