" and legend told us that the north america was once supported by a giant turtle- but scientists later proved that wrong"

Mortimer, you might just be a sponge and soaked up the name dropping skills. Which is cool, some names sound alright. That Chezick girl sounds a-ma-zing.

Yesterday I went to Vancouver, and ate mediocre poutine on the way back. We played at an overcrowded venue of children running around, and acting crazy, and the fact that granville only had a one way road, made the day even more of a difficult time. We got lost (like any good group of 5 girls from the island would be in the big city) and decided against busking by the art gallery because of potential rains. Instead three voted against one, to stay witness the hustle and bustle of the canucks first game of the stanley cup final. We saw green men, we saw announcers dressed to impressed and posters of Don Cherry and how we could get pictures with him for a small fee at some hotel. I finally went to and tasted the best cheese cake in vancouver (self voted: alright) and then ended the day with 2 hours in traffic.

Tonight, I'm resting back and taking a breather and wondering the important things in life. Like if India's indians use the bulb of the fennel plant? I've never really seen it in their dishes, but the seed, used as a spice and a sweet treat (i'm currently eating sugar coated fennel seeds) are as common as the air we breath. I need an expert on this.

p.s! the picture above is of a grave in transylvania, nuts huh?

hot water bleeding our colours

Just got back from a more awkward day at work than i could ever expect. I thought last summer- balancing the inventory while my boss in the next room loudly discussed my good friend's mental health over the telephone- was bad. Well today folks, I found my boss' (different one) panties between the sheets of a bed I was changing, as well as a used condom in the garbage. Little bit too intimate, don't you think? No kidding. Her man is in town (actually it seems like he is only in town to take advantage of his girlfriends b and b, made himself right at home, didn't he?) to talk business with fellow music pros who happen to look like street people but speak like Simon Cowell. Today while planted in the dining room he started name dropping like the fucking blitzkrieg. Michael Jackson's estate this and Bruno Mars' cousin that. And then my co-worker retaliated: apparently her mum's boyfriend invented paypal (whaaaaaaaa?) This is the same girl who's boyfriend is 17 years older than her, who smokes like a fish and swears like Sarah Chezick.
Anyway hate to talk about my job so much. If I ever did anything else I might talk about that. We're having a dinosaur themed art party on Saturday. I'll keep yis posted

It`s the new way to see

Hey. M here.
I keep up this internal dialogue all day of things to write up and down this page, `cept now it`s crunch time and my sane thoughts have slipped out the back door for a ciggie.
This couple is at the bedandbreakfast for a week- their honeymoon- right now and they are the most awkward. I feel like they are secretly Amish or something. They are terrified of relaxation. And they do not even speak to each other. I took their breakfast orders this morning and they looked like I was mugging them. I put her pancakes down in front of her and she literally cringed. Anyway. Maybe I am bitter because I need excessive amounts of appreciation at all times.
And Timber Timbre was great thanks. except I sat right behind some big headed guy and couldn`t really see anything except the violinist. And the opener was playing their first show since they graduated the garage (I`m sorry that was rude...)

All those words I should have said

Yesterday, I kayaked to my neighbours' house and spent another four hours picking up sticks. But it was wicked sunny and a burn extends over my back and down both shoulders, making sleeping and showering uncomfortable. Then the guy who hired me asked if I wanted to take a spin on his 1973 Honda motorbike, which was nice, but I couldn't work the clutch and ended up pushing it down the driveway with my feet like a tricycle. And then it fell on me.

Today, my throat is swollen and I'm stuffed up, crouched over in front of the computer eating cheese. Over and out.

You Blew It

I slept until noon today. That never happens. Not sure which animal hibernates in the summer but I am becoming it. I seem to have earned brownie points at work because my boss pulled me out mid-toilet scrub to show me pictures on the internet of her new boyfriend (music producer C-Dawg, kid you not) Later she traveled up the steep flight of stairs to inform me that her allergies were acting up and could I please climb onto the bed and wipe those cob-webs off the roof. I think she is lonely.

Also went to that party at this other girl's house. I happened to sit at the end of the table with the pretentious kids- one minute reciting Shakespeare, the next talking about Stanley Kubrick's Lolita. And then Bernard, next to me tells me he works at a bike shop and that he has "oft compared a woman to a bicycle" (here I snorted and held back the dirty jokes...) And "I wrote this poem..." at which point he was distracted and I made a get away. I am serious, these were the worst dressed hip-kids I have seen.

But! I am going to buy a ticket for tomorrow night's Timber Timbre show. Listen!

Birthday Cake Icecream!

I'm pooped. As brown as the dirt above these words. We did this gig in deep bay this afternoon for a couple hours. Really random too, it was someones backyard, but they were holding a event talking about art? I guess. I'm still not sure. There was "grab" art hidden all over the place, tons of boomers and seniors dancing and just enjoying the goodlife with the ma rimba tunes in the back drop and a tent where they were selling hot dogs and pop. Beautiful day though, the sun was so bright, and I'm sure I am slightly sun burnt. Got free ice cream too! Sweet!

This wednesday we have the show on that island, that is in the city. I'm excited. My arms are weak though right now, and I'm stuffed to the tip of my tummy with food. I feel like having someone dig me a hole, so I can sleep soundly and quietly for the entire night.

Last night maddy had this little get together. It was nice. We had a fire, and whatever was left of the gang was there. I made some nearly vegan, gluten free cookies for the event. Mostly for that special gal though <3 +++ Tyrell made this delicious salad with kale and spinach and this spicy asian-ey almond butter dressing. Dang huh?

Hope your weekend was swell ladies! And take care!

We Love Girls Who Lick Roller-Blades

We also love boys with terrible haircuts that rollerblade in slow-motion home from work evryday around 7:30pm. And weird men named Herb who stand in their front lawns and just want to chat for hours about their lives since retirement. And halibut.
Just invited a whole wagon load of people over for dinner but the only ones not busy were my brother and his room-mate. Of course.
And I stopped at the art gallery on the way home to remind myself to not get distracted. Stay on track like. The show on right now is called You Blew It and features miniature sculptures of people dying terrible deaths, complete with a plain crash, a man shooting himself in the head in front of an audience and another guy cutting his arm like baloney. For some reason I really liked it. Also picked up St.Elmo's Fire on the way home, we've been having an Andrew McCarthey fest (watched Class last night, highly recommend it- I won't give anything away but nothing happens like you think it will, that to me makes a good movie)
Anyway sitting here with my feet up and a breeze coming through the window, I should really get back to cleaning stuff.

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