Happy Canada Day (yesterday)

Admission of guilt: I like those cute animal photos. The ones with tiny kittens sitting in teacups, or Great Danes licking the head of a kitten with a tongue three times the size of the kitten's body. It's...pretty embarrassing.

Okay, I had no idea (at least didn't remember) that Anne, and now Jaime, are Battlestar Galactica fans. I was going to write a post on it and feel really embarrassed for coming out and saying I'm a fan, but now I can do it with (relative) pride! I love Battlestar Galactica! Gaius Baltar is awesome. Awkward situations with attractive robots who only exist in your head are awesome!

I hate sitting around with my muscles twitching. But I love Adobe Photoshop.

What I love even more is the Sixthreezero Scholar. I have finally found exactly the bike that I want. And it's only $175. First paycheck, after I pay off all my bills and buy some milk and fresh fruit, I am buying this baby.

Canada Day, I have to say, was muuuch better than the Fourth of July. Maybe it's just 'cause I'm in such a small town, though. It was just a bunch of barbecues, then sitting on the soccer field with the rest of the town for fifteen minutes watching the fireworks after listening to some live music on a stage in the middle of the field beforehand. It was all so low-key and relaxed.



Okay, I realize there are two of basically the same picture here. But I couldn't decide between the deer in the headlights look or the smile, and decided why not just do both, since Nick's a bit of a mystery to you guys anyways. I know these look odd, but it's because they were so dark that I had to lighten them a ton in photoshop, and I'm not good enough to make the coloring look normal.

Happy Father's Day, Daddio!

You don't check any of our blogs, though, so I guess there's sort of no point, except that my feeling of daughterly Father's Day love is especially strong this year.

Love you, Daddio! On a side note, you tend to look pretty awkward holding babies. Kind of like you're thinking, "Don't drop it..." the entire time. In a very charming way, of course.


Oh, and he bought a Corolla! Did I spill the beans on this one, or am I the absolute last one to know?

And a shout out to Ben and Ben and Dan for their awesome fatherliness, too.

Kitten in a bag!

Nick maintains that he didn't actually put her in the bag, but he may have rolled a tennis ball temptingly inside.

Sorry, Ben, for an entry that's a picture of a cat. :-P At least the Title forewarned you.

Asparagus sandwich

I had my first taste of an asparagus sandwich the other day, and it was delicious! Are these commonly made? It was just asparagus and mayonnaise on regular bread, and I was EXTREMELY extremely doubtful that anything that began with, "So I took a bite of the asparagus sandwich" could end well. But lo and behold, ye doubters, as soon as I was done I was making a second in half an hour. And that wasn't even quality asparagus, it was just mushy canned asparagus (don't judge me; I'm poor, and it was already sitting around the house). So I can only imagine how good it will be with nice asparagus and pepper and other trimmings. Though I don't know if I even want to add other stuff, 'cause it was so good by itself.
Weird. For some reason every photo I upload absolutely REFUSES to orient the way I want it. They're all going sideways! I wonder if I have it rotated the wrong way to begin with, if it will come out right... It didn't! What the hell. Weird.

The wind is gusting soo strongly today. It was rattling my window in its frame so constantly and loudly that it made it verydifficult to sleep in. Don't worry, though. I persevered.

A bookstore in Antigonish

Someone stumbled onto my blog a while ago, and was surprised to read that there was actually a bookstore in Antigonish, and they hadn't realized it yet. Well, person, I forget who you are and which post you commented on...maybe I'll go back after this and find it. BUT. I thought I'd address your comment.

Yes, there's a bookstore in Antigonish. It's called Word by Word, and it looks very appealing from the outside, though I haven't gone in, because I don't have enough money to spend, and I don't want to torture myself looking at things that I can't have. So I have no idea if they have good stuff or not. My friend, though, said that it's not as great as it looks from the outside.

So, there it is. Right on Main St. Next to Campbell's Printing.

sorry, hockey theme

Well, CBC lost the rights to the Hockey Theme song to CTV. Everyone seems pretty distraught about it, and it's understandable. They've had the theme for Hockey Night in Canada since 1968. I mean, I've hardly been here at all, and I've hardly watched any hockey, but I already feel affection for the song and Ron Maclean and Don Cherry. Don't worry, nothing's happening to Ron MacLean and Don Cherry. :-P CTV isn't stealing them away as well.

Anyways, this is the Hockey Theme, for those of you not familiar. Pardon the kids in diapers. I thought it was a nice example of how some people have probably grown up with it.



Here's Colbert making fun of it.



And here's a little unofficial anthem, since we're on the topic of hockey songs, and you guys should know it.



Oh, and here's an example of Ron MacLean and Don Cherry. Though Don Cherry's suits have gotten progressively more and more outlandish. And his statements have always been this crazy.

Once again, internet-less

We all suck at posting. But at least I have an excuse. Something wrong's with the router at my place, so I have no internet. I guess Anne has an excuse, too, 'cause she's moving.

At the moment, I'm watching Hellraiser. I have some movies rented right now that I'm sort of excited about seeing, like Annie Hall and Last Tango in Paris. I don't know if I wrote about this, but the second semester of this last year, I concentrated my efforts on seeing Movies That Should Be Seen. Annie Hall would fall into that category.

I did write an entry last week, but Martha likes to play on my keyboard, and I let her, 'cause she looks so cute batting at the screen, and sure enough she deleted the whole thing. I haven't taken pictures of my house yet, 'cause it's still pretty much a mess. I guess I can work on doing an introduction to my housemates entry. I have some unbelievably awesome decorating ideas for my room, though, and I hope to see those through before I take a picture for here. They'll probably never actually happen, though, so...be prepared to never know what my room looks like. Either that, or pressure me to cave early.

Ben, you're not allowed to complain about to cat posts. Besides, I did say that I was going to be a crazy cat lady. Though Martha, it is true, isn't even mine. I love the updating of flickr that you're doing, so I get to see Ella and Sophie. Together those names are so delicate and feminine.

I have been collecting knitting patterns like a demon. Consider last year's non-existent Christmas presents and this coming year's to be the same, and I'll just try and make it worth the wait, and I'm starting to work on them now, as opposed to two weeks before Christmas. Hopefully this is a better technique.

Well...heading back to my internet-less house.

Meet Martha

If I send you an invitation to any application on Facebook, I'm sorry. However, I carefully selected you because 1) I thought you may actually be interested in it (unlikely), 2) I know you're the type of person who doesn't pay attention to Facebook or deletes all invites, or 3) you're the one who sent me the invite, so hah.

Anyways, if I ever send you an application invitation, feel free to delete it without a thought. I probably sent it to you because that's what I thought you would do.

And on that note. I just took the Dr. Phil's Personality Test, courtesy of Ben I and Brad's invitation, and my results made me chuckle enough that I thought I'd share them:

Your Score: 43

Others see you as someone they should "handle with care." You're seen as vain, self-centered, and extremely dominant. Others may admire you, wishing they could be more like you. However, they don't always trust you, hesitating to become too deeply involved with you.


And here is more of the newly named Martha:

Kitten!

She's adorable. She doesn't have a name yet. And don't worry, she's not mine. I'm waiting til I get settled down in one location to get a kitten.

I knit a hat

An Amelia Earhart aviator cap. It took about a week, and I managed to mess up a ton. But all in all, I like it.

Soon!

Soon, my friends, I will have the internet up. And will be reconnected. So I will be Skypable and blogging. So I will put up pictures of who my housemates are and a little blurb about them. And then take you on a pictorial tour of my house.

Right now I'm applying for a work permit and jobs, yay. And knitting. And sewing. I'll have a fun hat to post on here in a couple of days, I believe.

I just watched all of Samurai 7 last week, which was an awesome anime show with a disappointing ending, and I'll be flying through Full Metal Alchemist this week, probably. I've been watching it, but not with a huge amount of dedication.

I got a haircut. Nothing crazy. The usual with some bangs. I can feel the itch to dye my hair returning. That should be fun.

Whether I make it out to Cape Hatteras or not is kind of up in the air and depends on whether I get this job that I really want. And as far as England for Christmas, I don't see why I wouldn't be able to go if Dad can spot a ticket. I'm so happy and jealous and sad that you're moving to England, Ben and Jaime. I'm so happy for you, but so sad for myself. Well, I guess I'm just sitting around in Nova Scotia anyways, so I can hardly label myself terribly accessible. Maybe I'll move to St. John's, Newfoundland, where I hear flights to London are super cheap.

Well, tonight I'll be sewing, and hilarity will no doubt ensue, and it will all, of course, be publicized on here.

Where I am

So, I'm back in Antigonish, and I have been for a couple of days, getting all settled in. So far, I think I'm liking Antigonish better in the summer. I'll be searching for garage sales in an attempt to find a much needed dresser for my room.

What sucks, though, is we don't have internet yet. Well we do, but it's in one room, and the wireless isn't set up yet, and my housemate who has the internet in her room is in Halifax this weekend. However, she was very cool (of course) and let me come into her room and use the internet here for a bit.

Anyways, I just thought I'd let you know that that's where I am. In a communication limbo.

And I got a sewing machine! (!!!!!!!!) Oh yes.

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This one's for Ben's dorkinessThis one's for Anne's surprising punkness

And this is because we're all so cute.

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I liked how much Ike was smiling in these.



There are so many smiling photos from this day, that I thought this one was great.

Patches is so badass, she makes Samuel L. Jackson look like plankton.

More photos

Ben had a mullet.

other than Ricki Lake naked, it was great

Well, Bloggers and Blogettes, I'm in Maine. Did I already write about this? I was going to go to Ohio in anticipation of Sophie's arrival, but I had to keep holding off on buying the tickets, because I couldn't tell exactly what day I was going to be able to leave. When I finally knew, though, the tickets had quadrupled in price, and it just wasn't realistic anymore to make it out. Fear not! I'll make it out eventually. In early June, I hope. I'm trying to get a job, though, so it sort of depends on that as well.

You know what I've always thought was hilarious? I will tell you. The signs on automatic doors that say CAUTION AUTOMATIC DOOR. First, who needs the warning. Especially when they're sliding doors. Though that could actually be pretty funny. Leaning against the wall, minding your own business, and then "AaAAUAGHH!" Second, what is with the way they're written? I really read it as "automatic caution door." This door automatically cautions me. cool. And then have to scramble it around to Caution, automatic door. Does having hte words in different colors really justify putting the words in that order? Why? Why?!! Whew. I need to calm down a little bit.

I keep my feet warm on my computer's power bar. Sad.

I watched The Business of Being Born last night, which, based on their Netflix review, Ben and Jaime have seen. I liked it. Other than the obvious bias, and Ricki Lake, and Ricki Lake naked, I thought it was great.

Old photos

I've been looking around trying to find that one black photo album we all made of Mom. While trying to find it, though, I of course ended up opening up boxes with tons of other photo albums. I opened some up, and thought there were some great photos.

So, I picked some photos that I thought were either very cute, very incriminating, or just very interesting. And no, I didn't scan them. A) the scanner quality here sucks B) it takes forever. Instead, I took photos. I don't know what the best setting is to have the camera on, but I tried it a few different ways, and macro really seemed to work best. You can fillet me for doing this, but just remember. The photos are all still here, in their original photo-y form. They can be scanned nicely if you want me to. Oh, and they are all put neatly back exactly where they came from, fear not. Oh, and there are doubles of some of these, if you actually want an original. So, here goes. I might spend a few posts covering the ones I did, since there are a few.

Some of these I like because we've all seen the one where we're all smiling, or looking the right way, and these ones where we aren't all cooperating or doing the right thing are much more interesting.




Lauren!

Ben, you are awesome and scary. Who is this in front of you?
Anne!