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Category: Clever

  • I have the song “Inside Out” by Eve 6 in my head. This is the first song that played this morning after the news on the radio that woke me up at 6:28. I was annoyed to hear it, as it is an annoying song, and I am annoyed that it is in my head right now, and that I know all the words. I can’t say I hate the band Eve 6, however, as they were named after a character in an episode of the X-Files. I didn’t have to look at Wikipedia to tell you that, but if you don’t believe me, it’s all there for you to see.

    Naomi invited me to move to Burnaby with her in 2 years to pursue school (her – SFU, me – TBD). Both Naomi and I are fond of making such plans, but they don’t usually coincide.

  • Tonight I can hear the tv from Someone Else’s Apartment.  This doesn’t usually happen.  Usually this only happens on Monday nights when there is a new “CSI: Miami” on because my neighbors watch it really loud.  I don’t mind– I used to be watching it too.  I don’t mind now that I don’t watch it as it seems to be the only thing they ever watch.

    I caught a cold today.  Work gave it to me, I think.  Stupid cold.  I came home and sucked back on my asthma inhaler to try and prevent that whole debacle.  The asthma debacle, I mean.  Also an indication that I am sick:  I had tea with caffeine in it to try and stay awake at work, and then had a nap when I got home.  Caffeine and sleep aren’t normally compatable in my body.  Although I do seem to be pretty awake and keen to go now, and it’s pretty late.

    For some reason I’m not computing words when they are written vertical.  Or numbers either.  I was just now sure that my music playlist was out of order, listing “1,2,3” but that’s a pretty routine sequence, wouldn’t you say.  Another example, in letters, is the word “church” that is written on a building near my work in great, big, letters.  I looked up at this the other day and my brain thought it was a loopy, decorative maze or something.  A second later I could see the letters again, but it was wacky not seeing them for a second.  (P.S. The word “church” is on an actual church, if you were wondering).

    Also today I got a funny look for describing the big painting on the side of a building (another building, not the church) as a “mural”.  But that’s what paintings are called when they’re huge and on the sides of buildings, right?  I am obviously pretentious, not just aware of the correct words for things.

    I came up with a mildly clever transition today, joining two previously seperate stories.  At least I hope it’s clever.  When transitions aren’t clever they read like the woogly-woogly lines in “Wayne’s World”.  And the more I read, and the more I try to write transitions, the more I see the woogly-woogly effect.

  • Happy Holidays, Everyone.  Following is my Christmas letter for the year for you to enjoy (if you can bear the patience of downloading it– it’s a PDF)

    Lindsie’s Xmas Letter 2009

  • Amusing anecdote about Lindsie # 1: I occasionally am baffled by the element guides on my stove. As in, I look at them and can’t tell which knob is going to turn on a particular element. I usually take the few seconds needed to decipher whether I am about to turn on the front or back element, but once or twice I have put on the wrong one, resulting in a sad pot of non-boiled water and me having to wait longer for my pasta.

    Amusing acecdote about Lindsie # 2: My mum makes good pickles. I usually keep these in good stock, but I have lately run out and needed to go buy some store-bought pickles for my hamburgers. I feel a little guilty when I do this, and also a little annoyed at having to pay for pickles. Added to this is the fact that I don’t entirely trust store-bought pickles. Not about the taste, which is fine if not as good as my mum’s, or the cost or anything. They just seem suspicious and smug to me. Also, at the store they have the jars labled “GARLIC” and “NO GARLIC” adding to my stress since I didn’t know that garlic was even an issue when it comes to pickles. Also, why would they say “NO GARLIC” if there is no garlic? Why not just leave that label off? Vexing. No peanuts, maybe, no dairy would be cool. “THESE CRACKERS HAVE NO DAIRY IN THEM WHATSOEVER.” Yes.

  • I
    just read a book called “Mean Boy” but I don’t know how the dude in it was mean or anything. It was about poets and going to university to be a poet. I got bored in the middle, because I guess poets are boring? But anyway I got through it mostly because it was prettily written and I like to read that kind of thing.

    It’s been so sunny out, and therefore, also In, that I haven’t had my computer on for fear that its innards will melt. For also that it is too hot to sit at it to do anything. Therefore just leave it off, right? Whatever.

    I’ve been saying the words “good” and “lord” with different inflections, making my attitude toward things vary.

  • Ok so I was lying in a sunbeam, but the breeze was chilly, so I put a blanket over my legs. Then I napped. And when I woke up I had the markings from the crocheted blanket burnt on to my legs. I’m going to put this post in the “clever” category.

  • Lindsie’s Rules for Walking Down the Street.
    1) Smile at passers by.
    2) Do not talk to self.

    I’m having trouble with the latter today. But I can’t help it if I have things to say and no one in particular to say them to.

    I was up late last night watching Notting Hill. It wasn’t that the movie was keeping me up, I just couldn’t sleep. Oddly, this was the day my appetite came back, as well. Maybe I have given up sleep for food, as I have been sleeping well otherwise. I have now purchased some healthy food, including lettuce and pinto beans.

    I’ve seen Notting Hill many times. I didn’t mind, for example, that I fell asleep before the ending because I know how it goes. There are some good lovey-dovey mushy lines in there. I also giggle to myself, thinking how this is Dad’s favorite movie. It is actually the opposite of this, but this is how things go. He calls it that movie with Dirtbag and Horseface. He then throws up his hands in despair and leaves the room. This is when it’s on at home, where Mum has a copy on VHS. I think she just likes it and Dad’s reaction is a bonus.

    My day so far has included a little bit of tidying and cleaning the bathroom. I scrubbed the tub with a brush (a decent cleaning brush, not a toothbrush) and my gave my wussy arms a workout. I don’t think the whole thing needed a scrub, but I was concerned about invisible scum! Which might have built up since I moved in since I haven’t scrubbed it with a brush since I’ve been here.

    Now I’m going to eat macachee and watch the Etruehollywoodstory of Michael Jackson. Didn’t I say I was going to stop this? What’s wrong with me? I do have some “TV Work” to do: finishing off the bag I started sewing a month or so ago, and also some ironing. First I shall consume macachee!

  • Vacation day four. And three for that matter.

    Yesterday I woke up and leapt out of bed singing a new song that went something like

    It’s tea time!
    And I don’t mean golf!
    I mean tea!

    Yes. It seems that I live in a musical. I would be lying if I told you that it didn’t include forest creatures like little birds and mice a la Disney’s Cinderella. Anyway. I proceed to have tea.

    Vacation day three included making sandwiches. I made up a recipe that pretty much involved just adding more stuff to chicken salad until I thought that my mum would like it. The ingredients included celery, parsley, Miracle Whip, and pickles. Anyway, she liked the sandwich this produced. I, however, thought it had too much taste.

    Vacation day four also found me making sandwiches, only this time with no celery as I used it up.

    Both today and yesterday have been rehearsal days so I have spent a lot of time backstage, and running around, and running up and down stairs. Nothing different from usual. Only I forgot how long rehearsals take, having shown up last year only for a couple of the shows.

    I have found some Veggie Chips that I’m going to consume while reading my book.

  • Something strange is going on:

    my house is messy so I go stay in a hotel.

    I need to do laundry so I buy new clothes

    I’m down to condiments and wine in my fridge… so I go out for supper? I guess condiment toast is good when you’re drunk, though…

    I don’t really like the person who is forming here. But I don’t really want to do my chores either.

    Do you ever have to talk to your inner five-year-old?

    “Do you have to pee? Why are you wiggling? Is it because you have to pee? Do you maybe just want to go to the washroom and see if you have to pee?”

    “Do you need a nap? You seem a little grumpy… maybe if you just lay down for a while and close your eyes you’d feel better.”

    “Just have two cookies, that’s enough. Ok, five, but put the bag away now, that’s enough… Maybe you feel sick because you ate the whole bag, I told you, didn’t I?”

    “Don’t eat that, it was on the floor.”

    “I know it’s shiny but that doesn’t mean you have to buy it. I don’t care if you have a credit card.”

  • How my morning started
    A list by Lindsie.

    regained consciousness (no dreams while out)
    ensured I could breath (there is prescident for this)
    planned my day
    thought about whether I wished to persue aforementioned plans
    wiggled a bit because I had to pee
    got up (but only because I had to pee)
    peed
    opened curtains to ensure I didn’t sleep through the apocalpse
    decided to persue aforementioned plans
    wrote in my blog for a while, instead.

    The End