Posts tagged with "Dolly"

The Day Has Been Bright And Warm

I spent the week­end at Trolley’s place and had a great time. We just hung out, played Gamecube, and watched some movies. I’m not sure if I over­stayed my wel­come, but I’m sure that any good host is able to blur that fine line. It’s good to have anoth­er friend that I can con­nect with. Wheaties and Ian went ski­ing at Tremblant, and although I was invit­ed, I felt like I was­n’t pre­pared to spend over $100 on a lift tick­et with rentals.

Trolley also intro­duced me to Crank Yankers, a hilar­i­ous show on Comedy Central. The con­cept of the show is that peo­ple make crank calls, and both the roles of caller and reciev­er are played out using pup­pets. The crank calls are usu­al­ly very orig­i­nal though, some­times involv­ing a third par­ty (such as a moth­er pick­ing up the phone while her son is call­ing about a penis enlarg­er). Everything is very well done, and the actors are able to impro­vise their lines with per­fect pre­ci­sion depend­ing on what an unwit­ting par­tic­i­pant says. My favourite
series of crank calls are by Spoonie Love, the res­i­dent playa (played by SNL’s Tracey Morgan). Sometimes he’ll call a news­pa­per to place a clas­si­fied ad, and his mes­sage will involve bust­ing a dou­ble hor­i­zon­tal on some­one’s ass.

Thom lent me his Pantera DVD, 3 Vulgar Videos from Hell. The music has­n’t been that great, but the behind-the-scenes and con­cert footage is good. It’s also mes­mer­iz­ing to see the con­fi­dence that Phil Anselmo exudes at the con­certs, the way Danko Jones or Kid Rock seem to in their music videos.

I was awak­ened by Dolly scratch­ing at my sheets this morn­ing. As soon as I lift­ed them up, she went under­neath and tried to sleep on my stom­ach. Unfortunately, my thin frame did­n’t pro­vide much of a foun­da­tion, and she slid to one side, but even­tu­al­ly fell asleep there any­way. It’s the first time she has been com­fort­able enough to sleep under the sheets, instead of beside my head as usu­al.

I stum­bled across the site of an intel­li­gent girl who writes about things in rela­tion­ships not com­mon­ly dis­cussed, and who hap­pens to inhab­it the same city as I do. I enjoy the pol­ish and depth that her edi­to­ri­als have, but I think it’s her open­ness that I can appre­ci­ate most. It’s always fas­ci­nat­ing to find out a female opin­ion on some of the more taboo sex relat­ed sub­jects, instead of the opin­ion which oth­er guys believe they know.

The entire Columbia Space Shuttle inci­dent has made me feel like we’re still very prim­i­tive in our explo­ration meth­ods, and that we should sim­ply leave well enough alone until we’re ready. It’s like we’re try­ing to break the sound bar­ri­er again, and peo­ple are sac­ri­fic­ing their lives in the pur­suit of knowl­edge. I sup­pose that if they’re will­ing to make that sac­ri­fice, then their deci­sion must be respect­ed. Otto Lilienthal would be proud.

I Can't Stop Watching Swingers

There’s some­thing about the chem­istry between Jon Favreau and Vince Vaughn that sim­ply fas­ci­nates me, and although I’m sure the momen­tum of it spawned the painful movie Made, I still feel inclined to watch it over and over again.

My course load got eas­i­er this term, when I dropped a six hour per week course for a three hour one. Light sched­ules always seem to make my mind sloven, as if the load isn’t enough to put my mind in gear, so I grow rest­less in neu­tral. I won­der what I’m going to do when I’m out of school and look­ing for a job, some­thing which will be hap­pen­ing with­in the half-year.

For some rea­son, Dolly takes an invari­able fas­ci­na­tion with the brush­ing of my teeth. Wherever she is, she’ll stalk up to my loca­tion and gaze intent­ly at the act, hunched for­ward with the weight on her front paws. I can’t fig­ure out what aspect of the brush­ing she may find inter­est­ing, and I won­der whether she’ll ever tire of watch­ing.

So Much Reason To Stay Awake

I need to stop writ­ing for an audi­ence. It feels like I’m not being true to myself, that I can’t say what I want to say. Yet I do, some­how, in some equiv­o­cal man­ner.

The win­ter is so beau­ti­ful. Usually I study bet­ter at night, but when it’s win­ter time, and every­thing is white, I feel much more moti­vat­ed dur­ing the day. It’s as if God final­ly real­izes that the entire world is shit and cov­ers it with a huge bleached tarp.

I bought Dolly a new toy on the week-end, and she loves it. It’s got a soft ball cov­ered in fur on the end of an elas­tic string. She’ll try to take the ball where she wants by grab­bing it in her jaws, but when the elas­tic stretch­es past its lim­it, the ball will rip out of her mouth and make her go even cra­zier. She plays with it until she’s tired, then she’ll lay down on the ground below where the ball lies, and just try to bat it with her paws.

I’ve been work­ing on the new lay­out, and I com­plete­ly scrapped the metal­lic idea. Pictures just did­n’t seem to fit well in it. I actu­al­ly have the final design done and cre­at­ed in html for­mat. It allows for a bet­ter for­mat­ting of con­tent, though it will take me more work. I’m not com­plete­ly sure if I’m sat­is­fied with it, but it will prob­a­bly have to do since I gen­er­al­ly have lit­tle con­tent to work with.

Sometimes I start think­ing, and then I real­ize what a fuck­ing idiot I am, and that thought just sticks in my head. That hap­pened for most of today.

I have to set up two lap­tops for these high up execs at work. One of them actu­al­ly made a com­plaint about me and Aaron to my boss before. It’s hard to work for some­one with this kind of his­to­ry, but some­how I can just grin and bear it. I think that being sto­ic is some­thing that I’ve learned very well from my child­hood. An alarm went off in the build­ing too, and we had to evac­u­ate. My boss asked me if I want­ed to get some beer and piz­za, but I told him that I had too much work to do. The temp­ta­tion was almost too great.

I’ve gen­er­al­ly been neglect­ing my eat­ing habits and my sleep­ing habits, and my school­work, even though I half-resolved not to. It’s good to know that no one cares. At least it’s hon­est. I know that I need much more bal­ance in my life, and I think that it’s some­thing I can achieve. It’s just been so hard with every­thing going on. Pat thinks that I should take a week off work. After all, it’s the rea­son why he quit the job in the first place. But he had a high main­te­nance girl­friend, and I had a neg­a­tive main­te­nance one at the time.

There just seems to be so much rea­son for me to stay awake late at night.

Good Games, Black And White, Safe, Dolly

I feel exhaust­ed even though I got about five hours of sleep. I stayed up play­ing Warcraft 3 last night, and end­ed on a great note, cause Darren and I were able to defeat two mem­bers of clan n1, of which both mem­bers have win-loss ratios of about 90%. It end­ed their 26 game win­ning streak.

I saw some­thing two days ago that made me wish I car­ried a cam­era on me all the time. I was tak­ing the bus east towards home, when I saw out­side, right next to a bus stop sans the shel­ter, two adorable blond girls who seemed to have set­tled down on a cement curb. They both seemed quite con­tent there, cling­ing to their thin jack­ets against the cool six degree wind. I guessed that they were about 12 or thir­teen years of age, though I was­n’t sure if they were home­less, as they were dressed in a very neu­tral man­ner. The thing that made the sit­u­a­tion seem odd­ly poignant was the fact that one was hold­ing a Chinese rice box open in one hand, with a pair of chop­sticks in the oth­er hand, while the oth­er would point to morsels of food, and would con­se­quent­ly be fed by the steady hand hold­ing the chop­sticks. For some rea­son, it real­ly struck a chord with me, and I wish that I had the abil­i­ty to cap­ture such a del­i­cate moment. I could see it in black and white, not in sepia.

I’m going to watch Safe tonight, with the beau­ti­ful Julianne Moore, and her irre­sistable tit­ian hair.

Dolly is becom­ing more com­fort­able with me, as she’ll some­times crawl under my cov­ers and nes­tle between my ankles. She’s even slept on me a few times. One time I woke up and found her hug­ging my arm. She purrs all the time; when she’s on my lap, when I’m feed­ing her yum­my food, or even when I’m play­ing with her. Glad, I am, to have found such a com­fort­able kit­ty.