Entries from October 2009

October 30, 2009

Birthday

On Tuesday it was my birthday and I am 33.
Renewing my driver’s license on the big day, I checked the MTO website and was advised that I would need additional ID. I tried to hunt down my passport, but it wasn’t there. I only found the old, expired one. (The new one, it turns out, [...]

October 26, 2009

I got something to say!

Oh, Jerri Blank*.  You came into my life when there was a dearth of comedy, and were so comedically-progressive (coining it right now: prog-com) that I wasn’t even sure I liked you at first.  Your racism gave me the don’t-laugh feeling.  Your outfits were a little toooo ugly.  But once the genius of it started to [...]

October 21, 2009

Turn Around Bright Eyes flow chart

Some people, who are not me, are so smart.

October 10, 2009

I Can Haz Bike Lanes?

There’s a war being waged on the streets of Toronto between cyclists and drivers. We leave the battle behind with our bikes and our cars when we step onto the sidewalk, but for many of us, once in mechanical motion, it’s on. It’s particularly heightened for those of us who manoeuvre around the city streets [...]

October 9, 2009

Why am I ALWAYS hungry?

Seriously!

October 9, 2009

Can’t talk, writing…

Here’s what I’ve written about today so far:
- Residue Management
- Farmville (I signed up for Farmville in order to write about it and now I am COMPLETELY HOOKED!  My work productivity has increased, though, since I imposed a rule that I can only play as a reward after completing tasks)
- Agriculture Month in Saskatchewan
- Dealing with [...]

October 8, 2009

… We’ll be riiiight back

Remember 1988?  Here’s a trip down Memory Lane…

In the meantime, I am churning out well over 2000 words a day and don’t have time for my word count/creativity exercises here.  A valid excuse!  But once I get my time management issues sorted out… I’ll be riiiight back.

October 2, 2009

Tales From Home

I’m becoming a freelancer… that stunted, pallid creature that slaves away all day with absolutely no human contact, not even the hostile interactions that characterize the typical morning commute.
I ventured out briefly a few minutes ago, only to skulk over to the basement door with a load of laundry, and found a baggie from Quaker [...]