“Oh, my GOD, Magnum!”

And so Andrew’s dream of being Thomas Magnum (aka Magnum P.I.) for Hallowe’en was fulfilled.

I got to cut the shorts. 🙂 And yes, he did, in fact, win the costume contest at work…

Andrew as Magnum P.I.

Andrew as Magnum P.I.

Alas, were it not for lack of a party and me having to work tonight, I would have been Higgins, accompanied by two wee, stuffed Dobermans. 🙂


There are a few reasons Sherry and I are friends, but the most important, as in evidence on evenings like tonight, is the fact that she needs me for her extreme budget fashion needs.

Whether’s it’s a body rawking $22 Winners party dress or the epic $29 creation I stumbled upon tonight (hidden among the sequined lime green gowns with tiered ruffled skirts, and making them look positively drab), when Sherry wants to look good… she can take care of herself.

But when she needs to look pyrgoogly, that’s where I come in…

PS. No, there will be no photos until after Kate and Rose’s wedding. But then… oooooh then…

Pink clouds

Saw these the other evening when I walked up to the library. It was just starting to get dark, and a handful of clouds here and there were deep, rosy pink. Most of the other clouds were normal white and grey, though, and the sky itself wasn’t really pink yet. Cool effect.

pink clouds

Is this what they mean by “a handsome woman”?

I futzed a bit with the Face Transformer (link on the left side of the page). Most of the results weren’t anything spectacular (I suspect it has a lot to do with which photo you feed it).

Here are two pictures of me as a dude. The first is from a picture taken a couple summers ago, when I had short hair. The second is from this summer.

me as a dude

me as a dude

Can’t say as I’d get the tinglies if I saw dude me at the grocery store…

And now for a cleansing of the palate. Lucky me got to see this very expression this afternoon — smiles are a refreshing change from toothless hollering. (She had the same outfit on, too. One I bought.) The raspberries she blew at Mom were entertaining as well. 🙂

Cadence smiling

The kid’s mullet is definitely red, and she has quite clearly decided not to adopt any eye colour. They are not blue or brown or green or grey or hazel. Perhaps grownup colours other than pink or yellow will make them changeable.)

As a side note, apparently infantwear that fastens up-down only one leg is fashionable. This is stupid. Makes clothes considerably more difficult to remove at diaper-changing time, and requires the kid to end up rather more nekkid. Tearaways, people!

Are you a bad person if…

While still in bed, you hear an awful hacking and retching noise, but realize with considerable relief that it’s the upstairs neighbour (She Who Smokes) enjoying a morning bout of smoker’s cough, rather than the cat yakking up a hairball?


Yesterday after I left work and was on my way to the parking lot, a wee Pomeranian appeared from around a tree a ways up in front of me, and started trotting down the sidewalk towards me. Seeing a small, loose dog (even on a fairly non-busy street), was a bit of a concern, so I crouched down and clapped, which, for a friendly dog, is like the best welcome ever.

So the wee dude cranked it up and started running full tilt towards me. And I’d noticed a white car sitting parked up the street, but hadn’t thought anything of it, since there were a handful of other cars parked along the street, too.

When the dog got to where I was, he started bouncing around and trying to lick me and such, and at that point the white car drove forward and stopped beside me, window rolled down. I picked up the dog, and asked the woman driving if he was hers, since I figured he’d gotten out and she was out trying to hunt him down while he had suburban adventures.

She said he was, but that I could just leave him — “I’m letting him walk”. Huh?

So I put the dog down and scritched him a bit and he licked my chin, clearly in no hurry to go anywhere. So I joked that he was really vicious, and she smiled and said that yeah, he was a real killer. And then I stepped over the dog, who proceeded away at a trot down the sidewalk, and she drove off slowly behind him.

Okay, so… I can’t figure out if this woman was more dumb or lazy, because, honestly… who “walks” their dog by DRIVING behind a loose dog in the city? Oh, and did I mention the hand that wasn’t on the wheel held a cigarette?

If he decided to take off, you can’t follow him across lawns or into a backyard. If he happens upon another loose dog, one not so friendly as he is, you can’t save him (brake, put car in park, remove seat belt, open door, close door, run towards dogs…) before his 5lb ass is ripped to shreds. And if he bolts and heads towards a busy, multi-lane street (a block away), you’re not going to be able to catch him before he is flattened by rush hour traffic.

Sooo, okay, perhaps she has some disability that gives her limited mobility. However, a) smoking! and b) the street we were on happens to be in a neighbourhood that houses a lot of elderly people. I’ve seen people out for walks with canes, walkers, and other mobility enhancing equipment, not infrequently with small dogs, and all of them decades older than this woman. And yet? Buick not required.


Usually, based on experience, I can’t stand Pomeranians, but in this case, with such an idiotic owner, his fine disposition was even more anomalous.

Proactive crazy

Today sucked large. I woke up nestled within the bosom of the mother load of floating rage. And as I suspect pretty much any woman can tell you, there ain’t much hope for a day that starts like that. Andrew, to his credit, deserves a gold star and a kitten for trying to help.

I proceeded to spend an entire day accomplishing nothing. Don’t you love those days? The morning was spent asking questions and looking for answers from people who were not available to respond. The afternoon was spent trying to figure out why something perfectly routine refused to work.

There was some respite over lunch, when I met up with an ex-co-worker and offered what assistance I could in his job search. (Something I know a fair bit about still…)

The stuff that refused to work eventually self-corrected, like black magic, at 4pm, right when I’d had quite enough and gave up. The afternoon also brought a number of questions about how I was going to manage this or that, or what I was going to do about the other. The answer to every single one of those inquiries was, “I don’t know”. Ahh yes, now we begin to see what I boss neglected to cover before she left.

And I found out I’m working on Hallowe’en night. Yeefuckinghah.

After work, on my walk back from the library, dusk was coming on, and the moon in front of me looked really nice and big and round. So when I got home, I checked if it was a full moon. Yup. Not just any full moon. The mooniest moon of the year.

Hmm… does that explain why I woke up snarly, or does it mean tonight’s going to be even worse? 🙂

This evening has been a bit better. New pictures of my niece to peruse. A walk in the crisp evening air, with interesting clouds to observe and classic rock on ye olde iPod. And a batch of oatmeal chocolate chip cookies that, for once, I don’t have to give to anyone if I don’t want to. (I will, last thing I need is to stuff several dozen cookies down my gullet.)

One thing’s for sure, rage is fucking exhausting. And I already know that tomorrow is going to be a very, very long day. Wish me luck.

Like cats, free, and available everywhere.

Tenth week at the new company. Schwag bestowed to date:

  • pens: 2
  • mugs: 2
  • mousepads: 1

I continue to boggle how big companies have people to do that, where that equals some area of responsibility that would never have garnered an entire body elsewhere I’ve worked, and would have been tacked on, Frankenstein-style, to someone’s job with which it didn’t particularly fit.

I also think that whoever has our printing contract must giggle themselves to sleep at night on giant piles of money with many beautiful women, cuz I have never seen such incessant handing out of full-colour, heavy stock printed materials for any and every communications purpose — internally!