as proud as i am that you enjoy fine french soft cheeses as much as i do, stop eating my fine french soft cheeses when i am not looking. that shit is expensive, and you lick your butt and feet.
you a sleuth everywhere.
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Wednesday, November 19, 2008
to my kitty-cat
an open letter to geddy lee:
as proud as i am that you enjoy fine french soft cheeses as much as i do, stop eating my fine french soft cheeses when i am not looking. that shit is expensive, and you lick your butt and feet.
you a sleuth everywhere.
as proud as i am that you enjoy fine french soft cheeses as much as i do, stop eating my fine french soft cheeses when i am not looking. that shit is expensive, and you lick your butt and feet.
you a sleuth everywhere.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
the greatest good for the greatest number
it keeps snowing little bits but not enough to be winter, just enough to be inconveniently slippery.
Rocktober, you're the one.
Maybe october is my favourite month? That might be based largely on halloween though-- hard to say. I have yet to decide upon a costuming scheme, though i do have a few "good" "ideas". I am always so tempted to go for the conceptual costume, but i fully realise that will only serve to make me look like even more of an art fag than i already do. Concept costumes also run the risk of being really unclear to the outside viewer and necessitate constant explanation, which can get tiresome, nay impossible, as the night ( and her drinks...oh the night's ghoulish drinks) goes on.
Do you have to soak barley before you cook it? i have no idea, so i opted for yes. I guess i could use the barley water in olde-timey cure fashion. I think it's supposed to be good for jaundice, which i clearly have by now.
{non sequitur break}
I had a fairly elaborate dream about Penguin Park last night (which is impressive because
a) i don't sleep much, which cuts down on the dreams b) i usually have nightmares and c) i was crunk to the maxxxx, which often results in me forgetting my dreams).
Remember Penguin Park? That depends entirely where you're from and how old you are.
It was also called Penguin Village. I don't remember which name came first. Regardless, it was a kick-ass (maybe?) water park in Saskatoon when i was a kid. It had some really vertical slides and one of the kind you go down in a tube. Sweet. I figured i'd be able to regale (and i use the term loosely) the blogosphere with pictures of how kick-ass it was, but i'll be damned if i can find one on t'internet. Bizarre. My quest for Penguin Park pictures did, however, lead me to this confusingly named destination:
Yes, Noah's Ark Waterpark. It's everything you dreamed of a biblical waterpark. According to their website,
"Noahs Ark Water Park in Wisconsin Dells is a destination that you don’t want to miss. With 41 waterslides, 2 wave pools, 2 endless rivers, 5 gift shops, 12 restaurants & outdoor lounges, 18 hole mini-golf, 3 arcades, and 1 incredible adventure, Noah’s Ark is definitely worthy of the title of “America’s Largest Water Park.”"
sign me the fuck up. Watersliding and vague religious references: my two greatest passions aligned.
parting questions:
how did i get to these Pyrenees Mountains?
where is my Bloc Quebecois campaign sign?
why does my broken 'k' key now cause random ks to appear when i press other keys?
what should my thematic approach be for my radio show on friday?
what would you be if you were in the circus?
who's the owner?
Rocktober, you're the one.
Maybe october is my favourite month? That might be based largely on halloween though-- hard to say. I have yet to decide upon a costuming scheme, though i do have a few "good" "ideas". I am always so tempted to go for the conceptual costume, but i fully realise that will only serve to make me look like even more of an art fag than i already do. Concept costumes also run the risk of being really unclear to the outside viewer and necessitate constant explanation, which can get tiresome, nay impossible, as the night ( and her drinks...oh the night's ghoulish drinks) goes on.
Do you have to soak barley before you cook it? i have no idea, so i opted for yes. I guess i could use the barley water in olde-timey cure fashion. I think it's supposed to be good for jaundice, which i clearly have by now.
{non sequitur break}
I had a fairly elaborate dream about Penguin Park last night (which is impressive because
a) i don't sleep much, which cuts down on the dreams b) i usually have nightmares and c) i was crunk to the maxxxx, which often results in me forgetting my dreams).
Remember Penguin Park? That depends entirely where you're from and how old you are.
It was also called Penguin Village. I don't remember which name came first. Regardless, it was a kick-ass (maybe?) water park in Saskatoon when i was a kid. It had some really vertical slides and one of the kind you go down in a tube. Sweet. I figured i'd be able to regale (and i use the term loosely) the blogosphere with pictures of how kick-ass it was, but i'll be damned if i can find one on t'internet. Bizarre. My quest for Penguin Park pictures did, however, lead me to this confusingly named destination:
Yes, Noah's Ark Waterpark. It's everything you dreamed of a biblical waterpark. According to their website,
"Noahs Ark Water Park in Wisconsin Dells is a destination that you don’t want to miss. With 41 waterslides, 2 wave pools, 2 endless rivers, 5 gift shops, 12 restaurants & outdoor lounges, 18 hole mini-golf, 3 arcades, and 1 incredible adventure, Noah’s Ark is definitely worthy of the title of “America’s Largest Water Park.”"
sign me the fuck up. Watersliding and vague religious references: my two greatest passions aligned.
parting questions:
how did i get to these Pyrenees Mountains?
where is my Bloc Quebecois campaign sign?
why does my broken 'k' key now cause random ks to appear when i press other keys?
what should my thematic approach be for my radio show on friday?
what would you be if you were in the circus?
who's the owner?
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
i assume that dreaming about the hills being white and sky being black with northern lights can only indicate that winter's unsexy devil grasp is coming to get me.
it can be so hard and cold like ice.
on the plus side of wintertime, people leave. usually these people are relatively unpleasant hippies who begin to freeze "like gorillas" as soon as the temperature drops below zero.
Is this too real for you?
Obviously.
The northern lights are also pretty note-worthy, and they are already starting to rock the night scene (not just in my dreams, but in the actual sky).
I am a massive fan of this aurora borealis forecast site from the University of Alaska Fairbanks:
http://www.gedds.alaska.edu/AuroraForecast/
I don't know how helpful it is if you're not in "the north", but at least you can get an idea of how sweet the lights might be for me. Next saturday the 6th is predicted to be quite the night.
I predict nuch smoking and staring.
Until then, more making a syllabus in dim grey afternoon light. Not nearly as whimsical.
Trying to write my own bio in the third person is making me feel insane.
I am now accepting tenders for My Academic Bio.
Please send submissions to: jennifer.laliberte@gmail.com
The chosen bio will be featured on my werk's website.
And i'll buy you a beer sometime.
(but i'd do that anyway)
Geddy and Wilbur playing together is one of my favourite spectacles.
I mean, who's the owner, right?
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