Lazy Sunday

No Chronicles of Narnia, but I've got a good Sunday routine down these days: cleaning, laundry in the evening, getting some groceries, making something delicious with said groceries, and listening to NPR podcasts. Tonight I'm adding in some dep wine, because I'm classy.
My very very good friend Ellen graduated from McGill's Schulich School of Music on Friday. I learned all kinds of things, and had others confirmed for me.
Learned:
There's a pretty small grad class for the music school, probably every year, and it's full of music jokes that most of the audience didn't always get.
Parents are jerks with their cameras and will step in front of you at every oppertunity.
People do not understand the direction "keep out of the aisles during the ceremony."
Confirmed:
Someone always doesn't turn off their phone, and there is a muffled ring at some point.
Even in convocation speeches, universities will still ask for money.
Bagpipers are always funny-looking in pictures. Sorry, dudes.
Beyond all of this, it was pretty nice. Not too long, and afterward we took some cheesy pictures and drank lots of wine (ok, *I* drank lots of wine). Here we are at the reception:

And here is Ellen with one of my favourite music schoolers (former music schoolers now), Nick Davis (never just Nick, always Nick Davis):

I have about 20 pictures from Ellen's harp recital featuring Nick in that classy pose. I'm a huge fan. Ellen left today for Toronto; on Friday, she's playing Nick's wedding. Before she left she and her roommates moved into a brand new lovely apartment, and yesterday we did some cleaning and moving around while blasting Down At The Khyber. It inspired me to grab some new cleaning supplies and go to town at my place as well. I didn't, of course, but I totally plan to in a few minutes. I think that some of the new cleaners (biodegradable!) that I bought are the most exciting purchase of the past month. Does anyone else get excited about buying new things for cleaning? I don't know, I just find very few things as satisfying as a really clean and fresh new sponge or mop. Lovely!
...I need a job.
Happy Sunday!

WELL!

So. I guess I've been doing this for over a year, and I wasted my 1 year anniversary on a whiny rant. Well played, Victoria.
I still don't know what this whole thing is about. I thought that if I kept it up, eventually I'd come up with some sort of theme. I didn't. I think I'm okay with that. Random updates are pretty fun anyway, right guys?
I'm working tonight, at the school bar again. I guess it's just "the bar" now. I usually save "the bar" for the bar down the street that I frequented nonstop when I first moved here, and still stop by occasionally, but I think the past year has bumped Reggie's up to #1. I keep having strange encounters with regulars I don't remember. Yesterday, for example, I went in to get my new phone pimped out (hey! I got a blackberry thanks to an amazing girl in Moncton and now I can't stop playing with it!) and after talking to the dude who was taking care of me for about 5 minutes he asked me if I was hitting up Reggie's tonight. Apparently he thought I remembered him, even though I was just being my ebullient (nice word, amirite?!) self. Then I felt kind of guilty. But he hooked me up with some sweet dealz, and I just promised that I'd buy him a drink sometime.
I keep accidentally deleting things on the phone, but now I'm starting to get the hang of it. I've progressed to adding music and playlists on there, so when I'm heading downtown or out somewhere with a specific purpose and probably just want some music for the metro ride I don't need to bring an iPod with me. Convenient!
The shitty side to working tonight is that I'm missing out on Joel Plaskett. I looooove JP shows, and an old close friend plays in his band, and I was super looking forward to this show. Unfortunately, my desperate financial situation has warranted choosing work over funtimes. I think we're still meeting up for dinner and/or breakfast tomorrow morning, but there's nothing like listening to a crowd singing along to True Patriot Love, Down at the Khyber, or Love This Town in Halifax. There aren't many times when I really miss that city, but listening to that song along with a few hundred displaced Maritimers and superfans is one of them. I think it's probably a lot like hearing One Great City! in Winnipeg. Except, you know, less ironic. I think I have a soft spot for JP because my first real relationship started with glances at each other at a couple of his shows, and the next few years included a lot of stupid inside jokes about Joel and his songs. And, of course, many more shows. He's an artist that I will always associate with one person, which really sucked when we broke up (ahem, each and every time we broke up) but mostly just leaves me with fond memories now.
I'm doing laundry for the first time since I came back from Moncton. I feel like a bit of a dirtbag. I really want to wear my new green-with-white-polka-dots summery halter top to work, but I think I need to fight that urge. First, I'd probably spill shit all over it. Second, it's a little ridiculous looking and the only way I think it'll really work on me is with a pair of denim capris and silly heels. I can't pull these things off. I buy lovely clothes sometimes, and then realize that most of them just plain don't suit me. Ah well, a sale is a sale and I'll find somewhere to wear it. When the mood strikes, and it's something do-able (i.e. I'm going somewhere that does not require me to bend over constantly) it's nice to have interesting clothing. I'll let you know if such occasions ever actually occur.
For now, here's a little of what most of us are missing tonight. I'm going to fold, and then try on 5 or 6 shirts and end up going with the first one.

Unsatisfied.

Oh, xkcd. You are pretty brilliant.

Today is one of those days where I feel like throwing a tantrum on the floor and screaming about how nothing is fair anymore. Instead, I will drink some tea, think about going for a run but decide that it's too wet/slippery/dirty/cold/early/daylighted to do it, and listen to sad bastard music.
Then I will try and find a job, because that is something I have control over.
/rant. Sorry, this isn't supposed to be some whiny wah-wah-wah livejournal type bullshit blog, but sometimes I need an outlet.
In other news, I found out about this film today. William Shatner stars in the only full-length, completely Esperanto film ever made? SOLD. If anyone knows where I can find this movie, please please PLEASE let me know. Props to NPR's Wait Wait..Don't Tell Me for keeping my head filled with useless trivia and current events stories every week. If you're a podcast type person, I'd highly recommend it. It has its slow moments, but for the most part it's totally worthwhile. Plus, it reminds you of news you missed and gives you some great little anecdotal news stories to pass out at parties and awkward gatherings.

Christmas TV

it's ok to have scars, they will make you who you are
it's ok to have fear, as long as you're not scared of going here
and in the middle of the night just call if you wanna talk
because you know that I'll want to talk too
it's not bad if you two think of what might go wrong
but you can't blame me for secretly hoping that I'll prove you wrong
it's ok that I pray that you will miss your flight
and have to stay with me for one more night
it is brutal, it's brutal why can't you see
it's brutal, it's brutal, where have you been
because we're far apart and my lonely heart finds it hard to get through the night

I've been listening to this song almost on constant repeat for the past day. Here's the Last.FM link, and here's their myspace if you want to listen to it. I heard it in a great scene from the Chuck season finale and I totally had tears in my eyes by the end of it (yeah, I'm sappy and get emotional at well-crafted television scenes. whatever.). Pretty. They're playing here in August, and I want to go.

Fucking AMAZING.

Wow.

Now this is dedication. As a capper for this, a lovely Star Trek week, I give you a story. It's about a man. He's got 26 tattoos...about Star Trek. He's got 3 sons...named after the captains from TOS, TNG, and DS9. How some woman agreed to marry this dude is beyond me. But I am impressed.

...STOP! Noodle time.

There..Are...Four...Lights!

I'm in Moncton. I had a sketchy breakfast sandwich that turned out to be kind of delightful, from a crazy-sounding woman at a little sub shop around the corner from my friends' house. No Star Trek movie yet, but hopefully it will happen this weekend.
Let's start off with a little Patrick Stewart, something everyone needs first thing in the morning:

Ahh, that's better. Now, for your daily trekkage, here's a collection of some of the best Star Trek (TOS) t-shirts. EN-JOY.

Trek Week...Almost as good as Shark Week.

From the ever-talented RStevens at Diesel Sweeties.

May the Fourth be with you

That's right. I Star Wars punned the date. But it IS Star Wars day, so you can't really blame me. But guess what? It's also the beginning of what is, unofficially, Star Trek WEEK, so this post is dedicated to the hotness that is Star Trek:TOS, TNG, DS9, Voyager, and even that sometimes-trainwreck Enterprise. So, if you want to get a little taste of ST madness, read this article from the geniuses at AV Club. It's called "Space-racism is bad: And 17 other not-so-subtle lessons learned from Star Trek." I'm pretty stoked about it. If that's not enough for you, here's a link to yesterday's Cake Wrecks post, featuring awesomely well-crafted Star Trek deliciousness.
WANT.
I'll update with a few more Trekkish favourites over the next few days, until I head to Moncton on Thursday. I'm pretty stoked for that trip, for a variety of reasons, but mostly to have hugs and eat noodles with Kate and CM.