I promised myself I would blog alot this year. And because of that, now that it’s snowy outside and hockey is on the television and I do not feel like watching it (even though Jarome Iginla is no longer hurt and The Yummiest Flame, Craig Conroy, is back on the lineup), I am sitting at my desk poking at the muse. She’s obviously as tired as I am.
Miscellaneous Item #1
Today has been a marathon. I got up at six, managed the commute across the hall by 6:15, and have been going ever since. I stopped work at 2 o’clock, but know there’s a giant pile waiting for me on Monday, a deadline on Wednesday, and a couple of people breathing down my neck. I don’t like neck-breathers. I also don’t understand why a communications person can work for a company and not know how to spell said company’s name. Is it an intercap, or two distinct words? I care about this, because if I get it wrong they will apply the principles of Seagull Management, and shit all over me.
Miscellaneous Item #2
I took off at 2 o’clock to go to Costco with my mum. I don’t really like Costco, but I do like going places with my mum, and that doesn’t happen very often anymore. I don’t mind driving across town and picking her up, and apparently she doesn’t mind me sponging off her Costco membership.
Costco has the giantest, cheapest bags of frozen vegetables anywhere. I bought 3 kg of peas for $7.00. Why would anyone want that many peas? Peas are good for your liver, my friends. Especially if you’re a small brown dog who needs all the liver she can get. I somehow came out of there will all kinds of stuff I never intended on buying. I stopped just short of the Beefarino.
Miscellaneous Item #3
The Conroy/Iginla double-whammy is apparently working. They just scored two goals. The crowd goes wild, and Len starts to freak out. She hates the sound of hockey on the television. HATES IT. She has spent many a Stanley Cup Playoff trying to climb on to my chair and sit in my lap. She shivers. She whines. If you let her outside, she will not come back in. Clearly Conroy has no idea the amount of stress his presence is going to cause one small dog.
And clearly he doesn’t care, because they just scored again.
Miscellaneous Item #4
I’m enjoying this season of 24 much more than I ever wanted to admit. Last season, I spent a lot of time mocking it. I mean, a lot. The dialogue is terrible - especially those scenes with Jean Smart. But now I’m getting into the cliches. And seriously, casting Shaun Majumder as a terrorist was a stroke of brilliance. I fully expected his picture to pop up in the CTU databanks and Chloe to look at Buchanan and say “We’ve got a hit. His name is Raj Binder.”
Also? Jack interrogating his brother Graham (or whatever his weaselly little name is) was priceless. I can just imagne them at, say, ten and eight, and Graham has put a scratch on Jack’s new bike. So Jack gets out the pliers….
I am kind of disappointed that I haven’t heard him say “I’ll be there in ten minutes” OR “Put me on speaker phone” yet. I’m also disappointed that they didn’t stunt-cast Donald Sutherland as Jack’s dad.
Miscellaneous Item #5
I joined the Professional Writers Association of Canada today, so I”ll be unable to compete in the Writing Olympics as I’d hoped.
They seem like a good organization. I’ve had dismal luck with writing organizations in the past, and even with in-person writing groups. But the meeting I attended last week seemed full of really interesting, professional people (okay, I AM friends with two of them) who joined because they want a real dialogue with other people in the profession, and to advance their careers. This is a new thing for me. I’m looking forward to it.
I’m not down with their acronym, though. PWAC. Say it out loud. That’s right. Pee-whack. There was many a joke about us being a bunch of pee-whackers.
And that, my friends, is enough miscellany for one day.