bardic_lady: (ratatouille - why? emile)
Someone stole my new solar lights. I'm very distressed. I did one stupid thing to make the yard look pretty (and incidentally not to trip on the uneven pavement if I come in after dark) and someone came and took it away.

I got a call last night that my father is having surprise!hernia surgery on Monday.

I am not a happy me today.
bardic_lady: (lighting trees in darkness)
Y'all, it's snowing outside. Cherry trees in full bloom and it's frakking snowing. I don't even...
bardic_lady: (curling - rocks off)
Thought to myself "I'm probably going to be half-asleep at noon tomorrow when the hockey coverage starts, I should pre-set the cable box so all I have to do is turn it on and lo, there will be hockey in my apartment". Then I remembered, the gold medal game is on all three Canadian Olympic networks and, I'm fairly certain, NBC, too. Basically, if I turn on the tv and the cable box and punch numbers on my remote tomorrow at noon, hockey will appear on my screen. And that's what living in Canada is all about.

Speaking of Canada and Olympics, CTV coverage has been basically entirely awesome. With the exception of shorting me the third 4-man bobsleigh heat today, I have had coverage of everything I wanted to watch, plus more I didn't have time to watch. And it's all available On Demand, too. I can go back and rewatch Tessa Virtue and Scott Moir being adorable and Hayley Wickenheiser becoming all-time women's hockey goals leader and Corey Perry's two-goal game, or I can pick up the rest of the women's bobsleigh or try out skeleton or luge, neither of which I watched the first time around. Seriously, I am now appalled at how completely crap NBC's Olympic coverage is. I hate that they charge people to watch full events online. I mean, what the hell is that? I can watch any event, as it happens or at any point after, on the CTV site. I hate that they only show you pre-chopped up sections of events, the Americans and maybe the top three other teams. Every single athlete here earned the right to represent their country in their sport and whether they medal or place last, they made it to the Olympics. And anyone, anywhere should be able to watch and be inspired by what they have managed to, the heights they've managed to climb. And maybe I'm a sap and it's all commercialized and caters to the rich and all the other criticisms that are flying around, but I think it's important that the world gets together every couple of years and says "look, we can go farther, faster, we can push harder and be stronger." I mean, if I learned anything in high school voice and speech it's that when you push yourself as hard as you possibly can and then you push just a little bit harder, everything else goes away and all that's left is who you are.
(And also then you can access your full breathing potential)

I love the Olympics.

(And Canada is totally gonna kick USA ass out on the ice starting tomorrow at noon)
bardic_lady: (alia - waiting)
Dear flist, I need your advice.

I live alone, in that no one lives with me in this space and only I have a key for it. However, the walls are fairly thin and I can certainly hear things from the other part of the house that is rented to other people. I firmly believe that people should be able to say what they want in the privacy of their own homes. In fact, I prefer they say it in the privacy of their own homes. On the other hand, sometimes, the privacy of your home is not as private as it could be.

Earlier this evening, purely in jest I believe, one of the guys upstairs yelled an insult at another of the guys. The word he chose to use was 'faggot'. Maybe I'm being over-sensitive, but I don't think I should have to hear that in my own home. On the other hand, I'm not at all sure how to broach the subject to the guys upstairs, and I certainly don't feel any inclination to come out to them.

How would y'all handle it?
bardic_lady: (ratatouille - those days)
Was I unclear about my plans for tonight? I said, to anyone who asked me, that I was going to stay in, watch the hockey game, and hand out candy to trick-or-treaters.

Well, my upstairs neighbors are making enough noise to scare off small children and the darker it gets, the less visible the sign in my window with the arrow pointing people around the corner is.

And Centre Ice has decided that the Ducks game can be on GameCenter online, but not on Centre Ice on TV, so I can't have it, since there's no way to buy a la carte games online and I refuse to pay $200 to have games on my computer when I'm already paying $200 to have them on TV. Centre Ice and GameCenter are both run by the NHL, if it's available online, I should be able to have it on TV. But I can't.

So... Now I'm not in a good frame of mind to do my Samhain ritual. In fact, I may just sit here and cry because damnit, I'm just that hormonal right now.
bardic_lady: (Default)
Spiders #4 and #5 captured this evening. For Pete's sake, this is getting ridiculous. Need my landlord to get back to me about rent anyway, I think it's time for him to address my arachnid problem as well.
bardic_lady: (starbuck - hate you. a lot.)
Hey, guess who has TWO, count 'em, TWO gigantic spiders trapped on her living room floor?

That's right, this guy. I'm calling my landlord in the morning. And if he needs me to go somewhere else for a few days while he fumigates... Better now than during classes.
bardic_lady: (Default)
Someday, I'm going to make an actual substantive post again. But not right now. Important facts to know:

Saskatoon berries are not, in fact, blueberries, no matter how similar they may appear. They are also not so good for PB&J. The jam is very very chunky and thus should be applied with a spoon rather than a knife.

Thrifty Foods peanut butter may be great at oil separation, but it sucks almighty at oil reintegration. Not to purchase again.

These facts brought to you by my lunch.
bardic_lady: (Default)
For all your Canadian needs:

Pic courtesy of [ profile] copperbadge

Credit if you take it is all I ask.

January 2015



I Cannot Hide What I Am

I must be sad when I have cause and smile
at no man's jests, eat when I have stomach and wait
for no man's leisure, sleep when I am drowsy and
tend on no man's business, laugh when I am merry and
claw no man in his humour...
I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a rose in
his grace, and it better fits my blood to be
disdained of all than to fashion a carriage to rob
love from any: in this, though I cannot be said to
be a flattering honest man, it must not be denied
but I am a plain-dealing villain. I am trusted with
a muzzle and enfranchised with a clog; therefore I
have decreed not to sing in my cage. If I had my
mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do
my liking: in the meantime let me be that I am and
seek not to alter me.

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