Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Vampire Day Nears...

Canadian Blood Services has put out a call for blood.

Apparently the reserves are dwindling so low, surgeries are going to have to be postponed.

I know I like to talk about donating blood, and it's even been recently that I've donated, so I don't want to appear to rant about this.

If you feel you can't donate, or know you can't donate, ask your friends if they can. If they need support, go with them.

CBS estimates that half of Canadians are eligable to donate blood, but less than 2 per cent do.

I'm not eligable to donate until the 25th of November, but then, I'm going to start donating platelets, which will allow me to donate more often. I'm nervous about the process, but glad I'll be able to increase my donations fourfold!

Note: Phlebologists are generally much better looking than this dude.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

So I'm A Little Farther East...

Baby steps home to PEI!

In an epic 6-round-trip night, my housemates and I moved everything out of our sick, dark, moldy, douchy landlord house into our new house, clear across town.

We're so glad to have left. Me, especially, since when we moved my giant wardrobe, we found that the wall and the back panel of the wardrobe was moldy. I had mold in my room for who-knows-how-long and I didn't even know! The panel is now out back, and I have to go to a hardware store today to buy new bracings of some sort.

I'm a handigirl! I like fixing stuff and putting things together. I like hammering and wrenching and gluing and clamping.

Anyhow, I like the brightness of the new house. The cat doesn't know what to do with himself - there are too many windows to sit in! I feel like we've come up from a basement apartment, but really, our old house was just so dark, we barely saw the light of day.

As we moved in, we met two of our new neighbours, which is amazing to us. We never spoke to the old Portugese lady who lived next door at the old place, and the only other neighbours we spoke to yelled at us about our garbage. Too bad the wall we're attached to the other house by is paper-thin, so if we can hear her incessant piano scales and arpeggios, surely she can hear our screeches of laughter. We also met our backyard neighbour and his foot-high-mohawked son, who was quiet and polite.

We've all commented that it feels more like home (the Maritimes) here, but we feel more connected to the city, too. We can see the streetcars from our step, and we're only a short walk to the coveted Beaches neighbourhood of Toronto. everyone keeps pooping their pants over that area - I'll have to go explore it.

Anyhow, our very handsome and congenial landlord is coming over tomorrow to look at our wonky windows and inactive dishwasher, so I should go give myself a facial and tidy up a little more. We're still all boxed in, but things are slowing finding their own places.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Pushing Daisies.

Ned was in a priest outfit last night.

Well, prow-meow, Monseigneur. Mercy!

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

The "Cute, Cute, Dealbreaker Paradigm."

The "Cute, Cute, Dealbreaker Paradigm" is a naturally occurring phenomenon that I have named. I'm sure others experience a similar phemonenon, but none have named it quite so sillily. That's right. Sillily.

The CCDP sneaks up on me, and before I know it, I'm smirking like an idiot. Unfortunately, this usually happens in public, as is its wont.

Let me explain. The CCDP occurs when one is taking notice of an attractive potential partner and creating a mental inventory of particular features that one notices.

In my case, I enjoy rubbernecking at handsome young men. I might notice skillful use of just-enough-but-not-too-much hair product, or an attractive piece of clothing, or a nice smile. As I notice these elements, I inventory them in my mind, like a checklist, by silently reciting, "cute."

I find, though, that as the eyes wander, usually there comes a "dealbreaker," if you will. When this dealbreaker is noticed, I follow up my "cute" recitation by naming what that dealbreaker is.

Here, for example, is what I hear in my head when the CCDP occurs:

"Cute, cute, stretched earlobe."

"Cute, cute, smoking."

"Cute, cute, rattail."

"Cute, cute, neck tattoo."

"Cute, cute, touched his balls."

And so on.

Then, I find the dealbreaker so funny, I laugh or at least smile in public. That makes me look like a lunatic. Maybe that's my dealbreaker.

Friday, October 10, 2008

Fixed Election Dates Are BS.

Stephen Harper wants fixed election dates. Actually, he wanted fixed election dates, and then he got what he wanted.

Bill C-16 was passed in November 2006, saying that starting October 19th, 2009, we will have elections every four years on the third Monday in October.

This is another example of Harper's Conservative party looking enviously to the south and trying to put distance between the British Westminster-style of Parliament. Monkey-see, monkey-do.

Here's what fixed election dates get us: very long campaign periods.

What do very long campaign periods get us? Only the very rich parties and candidates able to afford to run.

What will these very rich "representatives of the people" spend their money on? Banners and attack ads and yes men and cover-ups and all the trappings of American elections that span months and years.

So, Harper calling this upcoming election is very prudent of him. He knows Bill C-16 is going to be implimented next autumn, and then he's in for an extended period of time and there's nothing anyone can do about it.

Well, maybe this could all backfire for him and a party with some sense might take power and overturn the fixed election bill.

As it is now, and will be for another year, elections are called when the GG dissolves Parliament and the campaign period is a tidy >36 days.

If you can't say what you have to say in 36 days, what's the point of listening?

In modern Canada, one government's Parliament rarely lasts the four-year accepted limit of time. (This is another discussion altogether.) Yes, this does cost us a lot of money since it costs boatloads to run an election in such a huge country. This will probably be the first thing a supporter of Bill C-16 brings up as ammo, but I still get the feeling that it's the lesser of two evils.

Perhaps I'm just happy with the same. Perhaps a change is as good as the rest. I've never been one to be comfortable with the status quo, but all these steps we're taking that edges us closer and closer to our Southern neighbours makes me nervous.

Thursday, October 09, 2008