Well?

I love my Mom.  She’s extremely important to me and has played a huge role in my life, not just raising me but inspiring me as well.  Sometimes she can be a bit of a scatter brain despite her intelligence.  Her driving scares the crap out me.  But I still love her.

When my mom is just puttering around, say, standing in the kitchen and thinking, it’s like she’s off in her own world.  And then she says, “Well?”  To no one in particular.  My brother and I always ask her, “Well…what…?”  And she never has an answer for it.  In fact, she’ll look at us like we’re the crazy ones.  She doesn’t even realize she says it!

Which got me thinking…we all have these little subconscious habits that we could never notice unless someone pointed them out to us.  Tapping our feet, fidgeting in our chair, playing with pens, twirling our hair, picking our nose, etc.  Ew to that last one.  But it’s true.  I don’t know what my habit is.  Someone would have to point it out to me.  I have a friend who, whenever he gets into a sticky situation, will tap his foot like crazy.  That’s a dead giveaway that he’s doing some serious thinking.  And he’s not happy about it.

Another example, people who draw with their tongue sticking out.  Or people who play sports with their tongue sticking out.  It’s actually very common.  Apparently my uncle played basketball with his tongue sticking out and then bit the end off when he came down from a jump and his jaw snapped shut.  Don’t know if it’s true or not.  My brother would stick his tongue out when he did a trick bike riding.  Every action shot of him doing a trick showed his tongue sticking out like a lizard.

Some people pick the hairs out of their head and examine them.  It’s a disease.  And kind of gross.  A girl in high school used to do it.  Poor girl got made fun of forever.  Actually, I think the disease included eating the hair afterwards.  A fast search concluded its called trichotillomania, pronounced trick-o-till-o-mania.  I also learned it’s very common and that the sufferers will pull their hair out when they encounter stressful situations.  Yeesh.

New Music

I am always on the lookout for new music.  I listen to a wide range of genres.  Since I love dancing so much, I listen to quite a bit of popular music just so I know the songs when they come on in a club, but I don’t usually buy dance music. 

My favourite type of music is a genre I can’t really put a name to.  Alternative/pop/punk all at once.  Happy music.  Bands like Motion City Soundtrack, OK Go, Attack in Black, Spiral Beach, Metric, and the new band I listen to, Vampire Weekend.  I also LOVE Ubiquitous Synergy Seeker.  If they would just re-release their CD, my life would be so much better.  I’m pretty sure most of the bands I named aren’t really popular, and I actually like it better that way.  I can’t stand having to listen to a popular song on the radio over and over again. 

Usually I’ll hear a single on the radio, and if I like it, then I’ll take a chance and buy their CD.  Sometimes it’s amazing, sometimes I listen to it once.  I thought I’d like Joel Plaskett’s Emergency but I didn’t.  Too out of this world for me. 

I have a few classic CDs too.  Like Spice Girls!  Not that they’re classic, I mean CDs like Nirvana and Bob Marley’s Legend.  And I NEED to get Queen’s Greatest Hits.

I actually just wrote that on my CD list.  Bohemian Rhapsody anyone?

 

 

Marc Anthony

Dear Marc Anthony,

I’m totally in love with you.  The way you smell, your beautiful colour, the way you make me feel, and most importantly, the way you clean my hair.  Strictly curls.  You hydrate and protect, you eliminate frizziness, and you really do smell like a tropic paradise.  It just makes me want to have a pina colada and lie on the beach.  Covered in sunscreen of course.  You make my hair perfect and radiant.  And I also really appreciate that you switched from using those terrible old bottles. 

Sincerely,
Your biggest fan,
The Good Samaritan

Weight Loss Advertising

Love:  The new Jenny Craig advertising.

Hate:  The new LA Weight Loss advertising.

Jenny Craig’s new commercials feature celebrities, but thats not what makes them great.  These women, Queen Latifah and Valerie (even though I’m not quite sure who she is, but I know my mom knows), proudly state that they are a size healthier, or a size surfer.  Not size 6 or 8 or whatever it is that society has decided to to focus on.  And good for them.  That is incredibly positive advertising and I hope that it works out well for the company.

But LA weight loss centers commercials are disgusting.  Ok, that might be a little harsh, but if you’ve seen the commercials you would know.   The commercial features clip after clip of very overweight women stating that they’re ready to lose weight.  And that one woman lost 108 pounds!  Good for her!  But don’t forget that RESULTS NOT TYPICAL.  And all they did was pay several overweight woman to act sad and depressed because their weight was ruining their life.  That doesn’t send the right message.  In fact that sends the wrong message.  These women shouldn’t be focused on losing 108 pounds and looking great, they need to be focused on getting healthy. 

Like a size healthier, thank you very much Jenny Craig.

Geese!

Geese are hilarious.  I love them.  Sure they poop all over the place and their honking is enough to make you want to shoot them, but they are comedians in their own way.

Let’s take their nesting as an example.  Apparently, and don’t quote me on this, but APPARENTLY geese are monogamous.  That means they stick together for life.  How cute is that?!  There are only a few other species of animals or mammals or whatever you want to call them who do that.  Ok so, spring comes around, and these geese get together, do their thing, in the water, and then the female goose lays her eggs in a nest.  And the male goose protects this nest with his life.  If you try and go anywhere near that nest, that papa goose hisses at you.  Like crazy!  It’s actually really funny.  He sticks his tongue out and puffs himself up to look like a big guy.  And he will chase you and bite you if you get too close.  They even honk and hiss at cars.  Good man, eh?

Ok, geese also like to take their sweet ass time walking anywhere.  Especially across the street.  I don’t think there is much you can do to hurry them up.  I’ve seen serious traffic back-ups due to two geese just slowly waddling across a major street.  And that’s not even the bad part!   Once the eggs hatch and the goslings are out and about, one parent goose begins the parade, the goslings are the parade, and the second parent backs it up.  A line of slow waddling geese.  Cute and funny.

But probably the funniest goose act is fighting.  Outrageous.  They even fight mid-air.  They peck and bite and flap their wings and chase each other around, viciously attacking each other.  I guess adolescant males do the same thing.  You know, act like goofs to impress the ladies?  Puff up their chests and push each other around?  Yeah, just like geese.  Brilliant.

Spring Pet Peeves

So, spring has sprung, finally.  I’ve been waiting for it for a long time.  And the weather has been amazing lately.  But a few things come with spring that make me want to pull my hair out.

Pet Peeve #1:  It is NOT shorts weather out.  Put your pants on people.  It hasn’t hit 20 degrees yet.  Yes, yes, the past few days have been unbelievable, but still, its not shorts weather.  Lets skip forward about half a year.  After its stopped being hot everyday…if the temperatures were what they are now, people would be bundling up, complaining about the cold, wearing long pants and jackets.  So, put your frigging pants back on!  Dammit.  AND if you feel the need to wear shorts, you are NOT ALLOWED TO WEAR A WINTER JACKET WITH THEM.  THAT DEFEATS THE PURPOSE.  Hello?  What is running through these people’s heads when they decide to leave the house?  If you need to wear a headband to keep your ears warm, you should not be wearing shorts.  And also…there is still snow on the ground.  Tonnes of it.  Put the sandals away until there is nothing left. 

Pet Peeve #2:  The snow is not your personal garbage can.  Yes, it is littering if you throw your trash in the snow and think no one will notice it.  Because when spring comes, and that snow melts, GUESS WHAT!!!  There’s your garbage.  Don’t litter.  You don’t do it when there’s no snow, so don’t do it when there is snow. 

On a random note, has anyone been watching American Idol?  David Cook just butchered Innocent by Our Lady Peace: 

Dear David, 
    Only Raine Maida can sing like Raine Maida, you totally ruined it.  You are so lucky most Americans don’t know who Our Lady Peace is. 
Sincerely,
Batman

I miss you

Dear blogging world,

I miss you, but I’m very busy right now.

 I’ll come back later I promise.

Ummm

So I haven’t blogged in a really long time.  I hope that doesn’t make me a bad person or anything…eeeeee…I’ve been busy.  Hating work.  Hating school.  Just hating in general.

 I put in quite a bit of time at work, but not a whooole lot.  I still have a bit of extra time.  But I decided to carpool this term, and I’m hating it.  Mostly because it’s me driving and them not driving.  Me getting up early, me wasting my life.  I’ll never carpool again.  By the end of the term I figure that carpooling will have wasted days of my life.  I’m not even kidding.  Between getting up early and getting home late and waiting for the other people to be done work, days will be missing.  And that really pisses me off actually.

I’ve also decided that I have a terrible job.  I work in a department that is rarely acknowledged unless we’ve done something wrong.  As far as the company is concerned, we are a waste.  I’m not sure I like the company.  They don’t pay all that great for the career I would be pursuing.  So I probably won’t return again if they ask me too.  Which means more interviews.  Ahh…

On a completely random note, I am addicted to Lost.  Addicted.  I’ve watched almost the entire second season this weekend/holiday Monday.  Unbelievable.  So much drama.  Everything is so connected, on and off the island.  The island is haunted and miraculous all at once.  I don’t even know how that’s possible!  The writers of the show are just geniuses.  I’m so glad the writer’s strike is over, and we can all get TV shows back…even though I dont watch TV…whatever.

 Also random, I love snowboarding.  I’ve done it for a several years, haven’t been out much because of school/work these past few years.  But I love it.  I was out this weekend and it’s so exhilarating.  I  spell-checked exhilarating and it is in fact correct.  I got it right on the first try.  But back to snowboarding.  It scares the crap out of me.  I love just riding as fast as I can down the hill…it gets you sooo pumped…unless you catch an edge because then you are just screwed.  You’re going to fall really hard and its going to hurt a lot…especially because your legs are stuck to the board with bindings.  At least skis just pop off.  I haven’t got enough courage (maybe I have too many brains) to try out the terrain park… I don’t think grinding rails or hitting jumps is really my thing.  I think I’ll just stick to going down the hill, thanks.

Have you seen the latest cover of Cosmo magazine?  In bright, bold, pink text it says “Your Va-jay-jay“.  Love it.

Celebrity Deaths

So I come home from work yesterday, open up my home page:  “HEATH LEDGER, DEAD AT 28″.  Shocked the hell out of me.  I instantly had to read the article, which was updated non-stop all night.  Can you believe it?  I’m still shocked.

I felt the same way when I learned of Anna Nicole Smith’s death.  And Steve Irwin, the crocodile hunter!  If I had been old enough to understand at the time, it would have been the same for Princess Diana.  It’s so shocking and sudden.  And there are always people who say, “People die all the time, what’s any different with them?” 

It’s true, there’s someone dying every second, which is a horribly morbid thought.  But what makes a celebrity so different?  I guess that I’ve come to think of celebrities as invincible, untouchable.  Which disgusts me.  They are just people like every one else.  But they’re famous.  Of course they will die.  But so young?  It’s so upsetting.

Heath Ledger has a two year old daughter.  Steve Irwin has a young daughter.  Anna Nicole Smith had just given birth to a young girl days before she died…days after her son died.  They had everything to live for.  All of their deaths were so sudden and unexpected.

I love Heath Ledger.  When I was younger I thought he was just about the hottest thing ever.  Ever.  Yum.  As I grew older I grew out of that phase, and started recognizing him as a talented actor who had a lead role in several of my favourite movies.  10 Things I Hate About You.  A Knight’s Tale.  He got an oscar nomination for Broke Back Mountain (which I haven’t seen, probably never will).  And best of all, he plays the Joker in the upcoming Batman flick, Dark Knight. 

Batman.  Only my favourite superhero ever, obviously.  Apparently Heath locked himself in a hotel room for days and wrote diaries of what it would be like to be crazy for the part of Joker.  Word is that it is his best movie yet.  And last, unfortunately.  I can’t wait to see the movie, and I’m excited to see Heath. 

Even though I never knew him, met him, saw him in person or anything, I miss him.  I’m sorry for his family’s loss.  I can only imagine what it would be like for them to have to go through what they are going through right now.

Bouncers

Well, now that it’s actually past my bedtime, but there’s now way I’m going to fall asleep this early when I’ve been up til the wee hours of the morning for the past two nights, I thought I’d do a quick little post here about bouncers.  More specifically, bouncers and their ginormous egos.

I went out to two different clubs/bars this weekend and had similar experiences with the bouncers at each of them.  They’re assholes.  And yes, I’m stereotyping, but just hear me out, ok?  I just felt the need to point out a few key things.  The list:

1)  You’re a bouncer.  Making shitty money, with a shitty job.  You spend all your free time at the gym so you can be big and muscular to push people around.  Personally, I don’t think that you’re going very far in life.  Don’t take it out on me, that’s not my fault.  And never, ever touch or push me.  I do feel the need to break your nose when you do.
2)  Don’t yell at me.  I’m sober.  99% of the time.  Don’t treat me like I’m stupid, it’s quite possible I’m way more intelligent than you are.  Don’t call me names, or insult me, or try and make me feel inferior.  I’m not.
3)  Don’t yell at my friends.  I don’t hang out with people who get into fights, or cause riots.  Also don’t touch my friends.  If there’s a problem, they didn’t start it. 
4)  When some creeper comes up behind me, and touches me inappropriately when I’m standing right in front of you, do something about it.  Isn’t that your friggin’ job?!  Come on people, work with me.
5)  When some incredibly drunk person is starting shit, and you need to get them out of the bar, do not push them into me.  Amazingly enough, I don’t like being punched or kicked by some drunken fool, especially if you’re going to knock them into me on their way out the door.
6)  When I’ve been standing in line forever, trying to get into the bar, or at coat check, or something else, and I’m nice and patient and forgiving, would you please just be nice to me?  Maybe even smile at me, and tell me to have a nice night?  Don’t give me that “I’m so tough” face bullshit.  Again, it’s not my fault you chose to be a bouncer.
7)  It’s not necessary to swear at me.  Dropping the eff-bomb is not going to make me want to do what you just told me to do.
8)  Wearing all black is not menacing.  I also don’t know why you feel the need to wear combat boots in a classy bar.  And gloves.  Leather gloves actually.  And even better the leather gloves with the cut-off fingers.  It’s not cold inside, you look like a fool.
9)  Probably the most important thing on the list, GET OVER YOURSELF YOU PRICK.  Wow, I feel so much better saying that.  You aren’t saving the world, you’re checking IDs at a bar.  I’m surprised you can make it through doorways with an ego that big. 

I could probably continue, but I think I’ve hit the main points.  I do have to say, there have been a few times I am thankful for a bouncer, but it is usually short lived.  Mostly I want to call the cops on them for being so abusing. 

I’m off to bed now that I am rage-free.  Goodnight!