Her Royal Highness and a puddle

Recently, I went to see the Queen.

I have always found her to be very pretty, even as an older woman. I think I would like to dress as the Queen this Halloween. But that would mean I would have to commit to going out...

Grief is the price we pay for love.

Today in the rain I saw a young girl bend over to pull up her socks. Being a toddler and rather unstable on her feet she fell over into a puddle and immediately began to pick leaves out of the water around her. She seemed oblivious to the cold pool of water that was soaking through her green tights. Her mother must have been distracted because no one came running and I half-hoped no one would so that I could keep on watching.

palm d'or

This doesn't bother me in the least.



...well, other than the fact that it seems like I should be able to capitalize on this somehow...

on the other hand

I just returned from the best bike ride. Ever. I love riding in the rain. I have no gear, and by that I mean I have nothing even remotely rainproof and only my front breaks are working right now... But, that just makes it more adventurous. I love the rain when there's no place to be. And it's very liberating just getting soaked. What do I care if my hair gets wet? Who am I to get upset over soggy pants? This is perhaps the best thing about terminal unemployment.

The lovely grey light, the hushed sounds of the busy streets, raw cold hands and that lovely misty rain soothing my tired red eyes - so wonderful it gives a bit of a heart ache. Life is gross, but boy howdy, is it enjoyable every once in a while.

an observation

Note to self (and...you know, everyone else): TRY to remember to remove make-up before bedtime.

I just stumbled away from the mirror and guess what? Somehow, some way - I am no longer 23. Or 24... Or 33, for that matter. Smudged mascara and exhaustion can look somewhat sexy on the young. Like you've been romantically rumpled the night before. However, things change in your 34th year. And me, without even the rumpling to show for it.

I wish for a snowfall today. I can wish if I want to! (a la Men Without Hats)

all good things must end

By the year 3000 human beings will have evolved into tall, toffee-coloured people with even features, shiny hair, big, defined muscles and great big square jaws for the gentleman and pert breasts and lighter skin for the ladies - with a 120-year lifespan. Word on the street is that the fellows will all look like the Rock and the wimmen will be sporting a Beyonce look.

That is, if you're one of the lucky ones. The rest of us will be short and squat, with uneven features, droopy breasts and dull frizzy hair. We'll be less intelligent than our glossy superiors and we'll spend most our lives serving the upper class.

As you can see, I already know what camp my lineage will wind up in. Needless to say, I'm glad I'll be dead and gone by then. Besides, the Rock's big white teeth scare me and I'm seriously not interested in living long enough to see my hair get any frizzier than it already is.

On the bright side, these futuristic super-foxes will burn out soon enough. Thanks to a heavy reliance on technology their brains will go soft and their social skills will suffer. Humans will lose the ability to communicate and interact and emotions will recede - along with their chins! Yes, it's true!

Spoiled by gadgets designed to meet their every need, they could come to resemble domesticated animals. Social skills, such as communicating and interacting with others, could be lost, along with emotions such as love, sympathy, trust and respect. Humans would become less able to care for others, or perform in teams. Physically, they would start to appear more juvenile. Chins would recede, as a result of having to chew less on processed food.

Vengeance will come, my thick-set and homely sons and daughters! It will come.

hupdate

Doesn't time fly when you're... doing whatever it is one does?

I haven't written here forever. Check that - I haven't written anywhere for-ever. A lot has happened it seems and yet, I have nothing new to report.

I put on a Thankgsiving dinner that turned out a-okay, in the end. However, there was much panic as fate decided to bend me over for another spell and wipe out my funds the day before dinner. I had yet to buy yams, potatoes, corn, breadcrumbs, pie and pastry ingredients, cranberries - basically I had me a turkey and nothing else. Thankfully, a well-placed loan came in from my little brother. Very cool feeling to borrow cash from your youngest sibling - let me tell you. But, hey - it was a holiday. Dinner was delicious if you believe my guests - but then they could have been lying to spare my feelings... dinner guests are notorious for that.

What else, what else... EI is giving me whatfor. The red tape! You wouldn't even believe it! Or maybe you would...

There is a possiblity I may get to go out of town next week for three blissful days of solitude. No television, no computer, no cell phone reception... Just a big clear glacial lake, a cabin and some big-ass mountains. I want this.

Oh, the film festival! Well, that didn't turn out so well... I had scheduling difficulties and then I couldn't make it to see many films and I wouldn't have been able to go to the volunteer party...so, what is the point, I ask you. I worked a few shifts and then hung up my little black apron. Don't get me wrong - I had some good times. For example - apparently, Japanese exchange students find me very very youthful in appearance. That, and they loved to touch my tattoos. Every young Japanese woman I worked with first expressed shock over my 34 years and then asked to touch my ink. Man, I gotta move to Japan. Caresses and compliments? Colour me in. Oh, and I saw a couple of good films.

Oh, and good news! My lips aren't chapped anymore. So, yeah... that's good.

I never promised you a rose garden.