Monday, June 26, 2006

This Calls For A Dry Spell.

I drank too much on Saturday night. Sunday was a recovery day.

I was at the Confed Centre until about midnight, when Lynda kindly drove me to Carolyn's house for a party. At the Confed, I only had one drink, so at Carolyn's, tango dancing with the diminutive Rebecca didn't seem terribly risky. But then all 5' of her tried to dip all 6' of me. I went down hard into a coffee table, and now have a painful-yet-impressive bruise on my right hip. It's the colour of eggplant. About the size of eggplant, too, now that I think about it.

Anyhow, the point is, it was physics and geometry that brought me down, and not my one Confederation Centre (too-dry) Manhattan.

Then I started drinking rum and cokes (rums and coke?) that were probably a little too strong, because by 4:30am, I was praying at the altar of my nightly post.

So, be it resolved, that I'm going to be a little smarter about my intake of intoxicants for the summer.

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Anne's Revenge: Now It's Personal.

So the avian flu was just a scare? Huh. Who knew? Winnipeg, I guess.

I have started back at Anne of Green Gables: The Musical, tm. (Don't forget the tm, for Lucy Maud will reanimate and hunt you down.) Oh, and Canada Rocks also plays on the same stage, when Anne's not on. Canada Rocks is a Ganong Sampler of Canadian music, not all rock. I haven't seen it yet. During Canada Rocks, I'm filling the role of tee-shirt vendor, a la a rock concert. It's not too bad. I have to do some math and talk about the tensile strength of one tee versus another. I feel good about myself.

Working at the Confed Centre is really like riding a bike. Once you learn how to do it right, you can't forget how to do your job. I go through moments of thinking that it's lame to be working there, but it's actually not that bad. It's not that I don't like it there, it's just that I'd much rather prefer a real grown-up J-O-B, using some skills I learned in university. I could do way worse than the Confederation Centre.

I'm re-watching "The 'Bu," as one is wont to do. Did anyone notice that in the second episode, you can see Sacred Heart emblems in the hospital? Sacred Heart is the hospital on Scrubs, so I guess Sarah Chalke was a useful addition to the cast. I mean, of course she was! Besides the location!

Sunday, June 18, 2006

Atticus Finch.

Mum and I just watched To Kill A Mockingbird, which I think is a perfect movie to watch on Father's Day.

Dad's off with the Feds dealing with the avian flu fallout. Mum said some other provinces' Health Officers won't let the Feds come to help, but Dad's always willing. We had an E. coli outbreak a few years ago, and a Federal Health Officer told Dad that they couldn't believe so many people were willing to work overtime, on weekends, and come to help even though they had retired. Dad had to tell him that he hadn't even ask them to, but they volunteered.

Sometimes I wish I knew Dad other than just my father, like, if I got to work with him or something. People really do respect and adore him. He's a very noble man.

Saturday, June 17, 2006

Road Trip, Interrupted.

Mum, Dad and I were going to go to the Annapolis Valley yesterday, but then a strain of the avian flu was found up West by O'Leary. It's funny, isn't it, that I can't find enough work and Dad has too much? Well, I guess that's what 16 years of post-secondary education will get you. Forget that noise. My 6 is going to have to do me for the time being.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

The Sacred Balance.

The sacred balance of me doing something with my days while the World Cup is on. I'm watching Togo v. Korea now, which is turning out to be a cool game. Togo scored 30 minutes in, and then a Togo player was sent off with a red card, and the Koreans just responded with an equalizer. Bah. I want Togo to win, being its first time at the World Cup and all. Now they're short-handed. Short-footed?

Two nights ago Mum, Anna, Jackie and I went to see Dr. David Suzuki, which was a fantastic experience. He is, as expected, a great speaker, and told super stories about spending time with aboriginals in Canada and Brazil. He showed some slides and video, including a fantastic speech that his daughter made in Brazil in 1992.

He signed my copy of his autobiography and I got to speak to him for a moment. We're best friends now. Oh, by the way, I'm legally changing the spelling of my name to "Katherine." Well, no... I respect the dude, but not that much.

Then last night Roseanne and I went to see "Hamlet," which was put on by a youth group in Stratford (-apon-Hillsborough). I was stoked to see my favourite play performed for the first time, and it was awesome, but it wasn't quite what I'd hoped. What they did was have it in rhyming verse, with a narrator and actors bantering. It was cool, and funny, and the kids seemed to have a lot of fun.

Finally, big happy birthday to Lynda in Fredericton!

Saturday, June 10, 2006


Football fevah!

I'm watching Sweden v. Trinidad and Tobago (or Trinidad and Tobacco, as my father insists on calling it), and I'm loving this match! It's the first time Trinidad and Tobago made it to the World Cup, and everyone expected Sweden to crush them, but it's 52 minutes in and it's still nil-nil. The Trinidadians in the crowd are deliriously happy just to have made it to the World Cup, but that they're giving the Swedes a run for their kronas. It's great.

I watched England v. Paraguay this morning, and I was surprised to find myself cheering for the Paraguayans to win. The English are just so smug and entitled. There's one tall drink of water on the English team, Peter Crouch (I call him Barty), who can call me for a Canadian green card anytime. Anyway, England won, but it wasn't even their goal! Beckham tried to score and it deflected off a Paraguayan player. Bah.

I still have no idea what off-sides means, and it's been explained to me more than once. When I lived in England, my common, know-it-all landlord, Eddie Ivory, would watch football in the front room, smoking his roll-your-owns, downing cheap beer, and yell at the TV. "Off-sides!" was his most common bellicose howl. I would get very irritated by this. Once, another housemate, Jim, tried to explain to me what he was getting so agitated about, with a chart and everything. I would have glimmers of understanding, and then it would escape me. Bless Jim, wherever he is now, but it really didn't sink in.

God, Eddie was annoying. He would yell at me about how football was so much better then American football. What did I care about American football? Nary an iota. He also said that North America was so effing conceited because baseball's championships is called the World Series and it was only two countries involved. It was after I came home to Canada that I found out that "The World" was a newspaper that sponsored the first baseball playoffs. Man, I wish I knew that then to rub in his face.

Eddie also used to drop names of any celebrity that came from the county we lived in, Kent. "Mick Jagger went to my grade school," "I have Eric Idle's phone number" (Eddie was hired, amongst others, to lay bricks at Idle's new house in Sevenoaks). Blah blah blah. He acted as if he was the seventh Python. Pfft.

Jim was much nicer. He saw I liked watching football, so he took me to a Premier League match! We saw Tottenham v. Middlesborough in London. Jim was a huge (Tottenham) Hotspurs supporter, and was talking about getting a cockerel tattoo to represent his devotion. I wonder if he ever got it.

Jim was an urban engineer or something. He came home very late one very rainy night to tell us that his crew was preparing a bank for a new overpass when they discovered an unexploded German shell from the Blitz. He was quiet and smoked a lot that night.

Trinidad and Tobago is still fighting off Sweden. I'm going to go finish watching this match.

And btw, this is my 300th post. It's not that big a deal, but being able to divide anything by 100 is usually important.

Update: Trinidad and Tobago might as well have won 5-nil. The time ran out with no score, but the Trinidadians in the crowd exploded, and the Swedes were humiliated. It was great. Hurray for the underdogs! It was a great match, and the T&T goalkeeper, Hislop, was a scrapper. Oh, to be in Port of Spain tonight!

Friday, June 09, 2006

My New Theme Song.

I'm not going to go on about Al Yankovic. I've always liked the dude, even before he starred in a Much Music Special called Al TV. My sister and I can probably still chant the "Harvey the Wonder Hampster" theme song. (I can't speak for her, but I know I can.)

I know he's goofy, and I think that's why people write him off as some silly paracite. So wrong. He writes a lot of original stuff that is way funnier than his parodies, even though he still keeps up with those, too.

Hence, my new theme song. Despite references to playing Halo (which I could neither navigate nor afford), it's me. Thanks to Holly for sending it along.

Thursday, June 08, 2006

Pick 'n' Mix.

I’ll make this quick because for some reason, Blogger has been very fickle the last few days, and this window in which I’m connected may close at any time.

1) I’m getting stoked about the World Cup. England v. Paraguay, June 10th. In-Guh-Lund! In-Guh-Lund! Come on you laa-ads!

Brazil’s touted to win. That’s cool, too, especially since Rubens, the great ex-classmate of mine, just moved back to Rio after being in Canada for 5 years. That’ll be a fun return for him.

Apparently the authorities are concerned about all the English fans traveling to Germany for FIFA’s Cup. England is different from Canada, where racial slurs and rude stereotypical nationalism are mainstream and not very taboo. I have heard that English fans have had to have been reminded that Nazi salutes, shouting “seig heil,” and goose-stepping are illegal in Germany. Forget that all the Nazi stuff is illegal - they had to be reminded! It wouldn’t occur to a lot of football-heads that that kind of behaviour is inappropriate while visiting Germany!

John Cleese, who had a famous incident on Fawlty Towers involving German guests, was asked to write a song to remind fans to be cordial while visiting ol’ Deutschland. It is a rousing anthem which goes, “Don’t mention the war – that’s what football’s for.” I’ve been digging for a file of it, but can’t find one yet.

2) I donated blood yesterday. My time wasn’t great. 15:10. I wanted 12 minutes or less. Maybe next time.

3) On Sunday I get to go see David Suzuki. He’s on a speaking tour of Canada promoting his autobiography, which I am currently reading. I’ll report back on that later. Then,

4) On Monday, I’m going to go see a community production of Hamlet. Hamlet is my favourite play, followed closely by Tom Stoppard’s “Rozencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead.” I only love R&G are Dead so much out of my love for Hamlet and an early crush on Tim Roth. Third fave play? Probably “Art” by Yasmina Reza. I saw it in 2002 in London. Hella funny.

Monday, June 05, 2006

Out Came The Sun And Dried Up All The Rain.

We got 91 mm of rain* over the weekend. It was kinda nice, besides feeling a little trapped inside. I went out this morning at around 7:30, and it smelled positively fertile. It reminded me a lot of early mornings when I worked at the campground in the PEI National Park.

Lisa brought Paige home from the hospital yesterday. I know I said she's healthy and that's all that matters, but the icing on top is, she's a really beautiful kid.

Today, the Malibu (affectionately named Stacey) that we've (meaning Dad) leased for the last four years went back to the dealer. I'll miss having access to my own vehicle. Now I'll have to change CDs when I borrow Mum's minivan. Hot poo.

New movie review that I'm particularly excited about.

New Linque du Jour. Clapboard Jungle, the movie review site to which I contribute, is moved to my OCD links.

*Jackie has informed me that this is a Biblical amount of rain. My source? My father. Perhaps he said 9.1 mm, not 91mm. What am I, a quotiologist?

P.S. Ugh. I just got an email from the same above-mentioned uppity know-it-all federal worker (you know the sort) informing me that Charlottetown only got 37mm of rain this weekend. Happily for me, I don't live in Charlottetown, I live in Stratford; Epicentre of Deluge Deux.

Saturday, June 03, 2006

Auntie Cate!

After being pregnant for a record-breaking forty months, my friend Lisa finally had a healthy baby girl on Wednesday, May 31st. Her name is Paige McDonald. I like the name Paige, and really, I would have been shocked if she and her husband Chris to named the kid Vendetta, even though I maintain that it is a beautiful name. She’s really olive-skinned and her head is head-shaped. She’s healthy and her Mum is healthy and really, that’s all that matters.

This Is Not A Test.

On Thursday, I wrote an exam for Health Canada in Halifax. I apparently can’t talk about it because it was confidential, and talking about it might jeopardise me not getting hired for the thousandth time! Oh no! It’ll be such a shock! I think it’s fair to say I’m pretty sure I botched the whole affair, though. Dammit.

What was I expecting, though? That I would wander in, they’d present me with a sceptre, tiara, health plan and pension?

I was telling Jackie last night that I’m in another trough of discouragement. This is not to say that the (hopefully) forthcoming crest is not still in the discouraged range. Oh, no – it’s just all varying degrees of disappointment and self-doubt. 27? Living with my parents? Jobless? Useless two year, thesis based graduate degree? Check, check, check, check. This is not helping my usual self-esteem problems.