Perhaps it’s actually a parody of a reader, LiLi? The quote made me laugh.
I read the OP (and a great one it is) but my reasons for not posting to it specifically (and it has been a decade of change, certainly in my life) are as follow:
Monday - fell completely out of the bathtub onto the floor while taking a shower with no one else at home and the phone on the washer above me, out of reach. I fell onto my “stick” (I am not either gonna call it a cane!) and my walker. I hit the floor with my left elbow, keeping my face and hair from hitting the space heater (no heat in the bathroom). I had the presence of mind to yank the heater cord. Then I had to figure out how to get up, no small feat. I am so sore, my kids are, as kids are wont to be, indifferent.
Tuesday - It’s raining. Pouring. And it’s dripping in the kitchen and on my bed. I am so fed up with this, I am gonna be a beyotch and make skiffman buy me a sheet of rubber roofing with his tanner crab money. Oh, and still sore from yesterday’s mishap.
Tomorrow - No, I am not looking for tomorrow’s troubles, I just know ahead of time what a few of them are! At 9:00 am I have to go up to the hospital and get my blood drawn, a lung x-ray, and abdominal ultrasound and have a (eww) barium swallow. Then at 1:00 pm I have to go to the dentist and have what’s left of a broken off root canal pulled. The tooth broke before Christmas, and this is the first time they have been able to fit me in. At least the pain pills I will get for that (for whine I will!) will also help out any residual pain from Monday’s fall.
Barring any other trauma this week, I will attempt to post from a medicated haze either tomorrow or Thursday. Consider that a promise or a threat, as you see fit!
I can haz hugz pleez?
Whoa! kai - big time hugs heading your way. Definitely not an auspicious start to your week, I’d say. Hope that the rest of the week improves so you can give us a rundown on your decade. I know it’s been an interesting one.
Worked, went to my Knights of Columbus meeting. One of our members was home on break from the Seminary, so after the meeting we went out for beers(Much like Whiskeypalians, where there are four Catholics, there is a fifth:D). Tomorrow is the Booster Club Board meeting. There will be drinking there, albeit for less joyful reasons.
{{{{kai}}} : wraps kai in bubblewrap :
Rebo, I was born in Wisconsin, so this feels just like the homeland. Heck, I was so hot unloading the truck, I was taking off layers(It was 26 degrees).
LiLi, B is for beaver, a truly proud and noble animal, eh?
{{{{{Dotty}}}}
Oh, Haze, I tried the most sentimental of mush today and I don’t think it worked. I’m going to try to keep better track of him, though. Since he doesn’t live at home anymore, it’s easier to just assume that things are going with the flow. But now I know better.
{{{kai}}}
Ok, well, apparently my brain has already gone to bed as I have had about 4 million typos in this post already. Good night!
But she needs room to breathe! Takes off the bubblewrap covering kai’s head and gives it to the Kidlet to pop
{{{{{{{{{{{}}}}}}}}}} to kai, Dotty, LiLi and everybody else who needs them.
The university’s services came back on yesterday, we almost ran out of the building when the fire alarm was tested because tests are done on Monday and it was not Monday. On Monday I did go to the supermarket but had to come back on the bus, as the snow was too high. Pretty, but walking on snow when there’s spots where you sink down more than your boot’s height isn’t healthy. Those of you in South Jawja can bite me 
Unfortunately, I doubt that’s the case.
Canadians tend to be split into two camps when it comes to Icons of National Pride: Grim and Humourless (see: Atwood, Margaret; Laurence, Margaret; Oondatje, Michael; Egoyan, Atom; Cronenberg, David; Who’s Who, Hinterland) or Completely Tongue in Cheek (see: Leacock, Stephen; Ferguson, Will; Coupland, Douglas; Lee, Dennis; Royal Canadian Air Farce, The).*
Clearly, the author of LiLi’s little gem of a book falls into the former category. :rolleyes:
{{{Pie}}} I don’t suppose you can knock him unconscious, tie him up and drive him to the doctor against his will?
{{{kai}}}
- I’m not quite sure which of these camps Anne of Green Gables falls into, but I’m sure I’ll figure it out. The National Film Board falls somewhere in the middle, because they can be capable of both bleak depressing art films and hilarious animated musical shorts.
Oh, and there’s a special category reserved for Canadian Parliament and The Toronto Maple Leafs - that of National Embarassment.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN
{{{kai}}} may the dentist bestow good pain killers upon you!
CutiePie he’s a grown man. Whachu gonna do? Keep naggin’, that’s what.
Of course, there is the ultimate ABC book The Gashlycrumb Tinies.
I can’t help it! It’s what I hear everytime somebody mentions ABC book.
Nava earlier in the week there were rumors of rain mixed with snow for Thursday and Friday. I tripled the amount of “NO SNOW” signs in my yard and now it’s only a ten percent chance. They Work! 
Let’s see. At the start of 2000 I had an ordinary job that very rapidly got boring. Then I had a really good job, that took a long time before it started to turn a bit sour for me. Now I have no job, and it’s really the wrong time to have no job.
I made a ton of new friends, who have kept me upbeat and active, both mentally and physically, and through that activity I have learned a lot of new skills.
Otherwise it’s been standard. No great highs and lows in my other walks of life.
Though I must say this “getting older and saggier” lark isn’t proving to be much fun.
My eye is better today, the snow is worse, and Fat Club was acceptable given the amount of alcohol I’ve had over the last couple of weeks. Other than that, I got nuthin’.
Glad to hear the eye is doing better, BooFae. Yesterday’s troubles sounded very not fun.
Hope you’re feeling better today, Dotty, and that HRH is less trying.
swampy, that’s a sick, sick book. I love it.
Heh, Muppet. I believe you’ve just written the beginning of Canada: A Primer. Explaining Canada to the Rest of Us.
GuanoLad - hope a new job finds you soon!
FCM, I think ruble is getting us started off next week with further tales of Santarchy. Would you like the following week?
Day 2 of my 2-day work week. Lots to do, but then I’ll have almost a week off and the following week starts with a holiday. Yay!
Off to work.
GT
kai, many many hugs.
Unfortunately no, it’s not a parody. I think it’s aimed at art critics who can’t read? It’s this one. M is for Moose I agree with Muppet- it falls into the 'grim and humourless" category.
I think L. M Montgomery wrote before Canadian writers had to take themselves seriously- Stephen Leacock is in the same time frame, and so are poems like The Cremation of Sam McGee. Now if you’re a Canadian artist, you can either be deeply cynical or bristling with insecurity and determined to Make Everyone Aware That Canada Has Real Artists, Dammit.
This is why I stay away from most Canadian writers.
Ah, sounds like the Angsty SelfExploratory Period of Spanish Aaahrt (late 60s to early 80s). Thankfully the Movida Madrileña and the Big Hair of the 80s got us rid of all that angst, but basically it was as if you couldn’t be an Artist if you weren’t more angsted than Kurt Cobain just before he stopped being angsted forever. You could be a singer, or a comic actor, or an actress who showed her boobs, but you couldn’t be a Real Artist, no sir no how. Oh, and if you were an actress who showed her boobs (something on which Spanish actresses still specialize nowadays, for example see here (1)) but you were angsty enough and a member of an appropriately leftist party, you were an Artist; if you weren’t angsty or didn’t give a shit about politics, you were just whoring it out.
Personally I think those people needed to stop exploring themselves so much and try exploring a few dance clubs, yanow? Maybe that was the problem, the music of the 60s and 80s was much more dance-able than that of the 70s.
1: Lilbro’s opinion on that movie. “If you need an actress who can show her tits as carelessly as other people show their noses, you hire a Spaniard. And what the heck, better Tits Watling than Flat Vega.”
I’m vertical and ventilating, but aside from that I’m hurting and grumpy.
I woke up with a headache, probably because it’s been far too long since my last adjustment. My neck is all sorts of sore and I’ve had a rib out of place for a couple of weeks. 
The grumpy part is directed at the State of North Carolina for cheating me out of 16 hours worth of overtime. Seems they count hours actually worked, so the two recent holidays sucked up all that overtime, leaving me with only fifteen minutes’ worth. California would have seen four 10-hour days plus 8 hours holiday pay, added it up to be 48 hours, then grant 8 hours of OT. Wish I’d known that two weeks ago, or I wouldn’t have beat myself half to death working all that extra time.
sniggers at “art critics who can’t read”
Did I mention I’m having dinner with a Luminary of the Canadian visual arts scene tonight? She probably have some inside dirt of Drunken Alphabet Book Author, so I’ll see what she knows. 
She falls into the Completely Tongue In Cheek category, which is why we get along so well. Her works have included video art tributes to her husband’s balls, a collage of cats and pants, and a time lapse of partially sucked wintermints. She also rescues really bad art from secondhand stores, because even bad art needs love (we got her a crooked coffee mug in Mexico, which seemed an appropriate choice). She’s all kinds of awesome.
Anyway, coffee has been drunk, muffin has been eated, and I’m ready to face the rest of the day. Wheeeeee.
{{{{kai}}}}
Glad the eye is better boofae. You sure have had your share of troubles there.
gotti, I thought overtime and holiday pay was federally regulated. 
swampy, I so would have bought that book for my kids.
The dogs got me up at 4:30 this morning I think just to show me that the porch thermometer was reading 30 EFFING DEGREES MURKIN!!! :p:p:p
Not fit for human habitation… ::grumble, grumble, grumble::
Tupug
{{Kai}}
So all you Southern-types probably wouldn’t like it here so much: it was just about 0 this morning and walking from the car into the office, a coworker commented, “Hey, it doesn’t feel as bad this morning as yesterday!”
Love that book, swampy! Since this is The Year of the Baby, I’m thinking of getting that for everyone I know! (I think there are 5 families having babies from Dec 09 through June 10… we’re all ~30 give or take two years so I guess it makes sense, but it’s a lot all at once!)
I love Edward Gorey- I should think about getting some of his books.
Back from wrestling with Costco, only bought two stupid things. Am all tired in spite of a good night’s sleep. Naptime.
No such luck. There is a federal minimum wage and a half dozen or so federally-recognized holidays, but after that, it’s all going to vary from one state to another.
Happy New Year everyone!
I am back from Christmas with the parents (snow almost stopped me flying home in time for Christmas) then I got sick the day after Boxing Day with a nasty stomach virus then flew back to Paris to fly out last week to spend 6 days with the Hubby and I just got back from CA this afternoon. Busy couple weeks.
Hope you all had a wonderful Holiday season
kai and boofae ouch! Take care of yourself
Hugs for dotty
As for the naughties for me…graduated Uni got my dream job, travelled the world with the dream job and moved up the ladder somewhat. Met the amazing man that is now my husband. Got married in Vegas then again in the UK. My parents as still healthy and I am god mother to two wonderful rugrats. 2009 was a bit rough with being hospitalised in Libya, tearing up my knee in Angola, hubby getting sick and us living on different continents but 2010 is looking up. Hubby and I planned our way for my to get my greencard and while I am waiting on the work permit how we will pay the bills. It may not be the best time to be jobless right now but we cannot continue on the way we are. At least this way we can be together