Meme.

I keep seeing slightly differing versions of this one floating around. This one snagged from Sherry.

Four jobs I have had in my life:

– waitress
– toy librarian
– admin
– software tester

Four movies I would watch over and over again:

The Princess Bride
Serenity
The Star Wars Trilogy (aka Episodes 4-6 now)
The Indiana Jones Trilogy

Four places I have lived:

– Kitchener-Waterloo, Ontario
– Toronto, Ontario
– Neustadt, Ontario
– Sydney, NSW

Four (in production) TV shows I love to watch:

– The Daily Show
– The Rick Mercer Report
– Bones
– Mythbusters

(Didn’t even need to change Sherry’s list. I will also cop to Survivor, The Amazing Race, and the beginning of seasons of American Idol.)

Four (no longer in production) TV shows I love to watch:

– Buffy
– Angel
– Firefly
– MacGyver

Four of my favourite books:

Fall On Your Knees
The Count of Monte Cristo
Fierce Invalids Home From Hot Climates
The Eyre Affair

Four places I have been on vacation:

– Ireland
– Canadian east and west coasts
– Florida
– German-speaking Europe (Germany, Switzerland, Austria, Lichtenstein)

Four websites I visit daily:

– Gmail
– Google (for any and everything)
– Bloglines
– KW Humane Society (gotta see who I might meet any given week)

Four of my favourite foods:

– pizza (extra cheese, crumbly bacon, pineapple)
– overbaked potatoes slathered in butter
– chocolate
– cashew chicken

Four places I’d rather be right now:

– in bed with someone interesting
– rough-housing with Barney and Gordie
– watching hockey with Sherry and Andrew
– on a train going over the Harbour Bridge in Sydney

Four songs I like but am embarrassed to admit:

She Will Be Loved, Maroon 5
Cowboy, Kid Rock
The Naughty Song, Cory Lee
– and in general the fact that I generally like old country 🙂

Skin deep.

There is a woman at work who I love. Not in the way a man loves a woman, or in the way gay cowboys love each other in Wyoming, or even in the way that Baloo loves Crumb’s litter box. But I digress…

Only reason she and I even know each other is that back in the day, she noticed I had Messenger running on my work PC, and wanted to know how to get it, too. I hooked her up, and so now we remain, ever after, partners in crime. We also bonded over another woman who no longer works here, because she overheard this woman – who I’d never met – bitching about me one time. (She hated the woman, too, and, like most of us, loves gossip, so she told me all about it.)

Anyway, she is tall, thin, and quite attractive. Also high maintenance – the hair, the nails, the year-round tan, the clothes. She wears precipitous shoes. She looks like she works at a hipper-than-thou ad agency or something, rather than an insurance company call centre.

Except then she opens her mouth. And the accent that comes out makes my brother sound like he just walked out of Buckingham Palace. Heh. Based on having met a few people from up north, and that her first name is “Frenchified”, there is no question she’s from northern Ontario. When I hear her talk I have to suppress the urge to grin mightily. It’s just too awesome. It’s like Carrie Bradshaw stepping daintily in Manolo Blahniks out of a rusted-out F150 pickup. 🙂