Oh, also. I went to buy some Tinker Toys today to feed my latest craving for spool-filled, primary-coloured fun. And guess what? Tinker Toys are now about 85% bigger than they used to be. I asked the guy at the toy store why, and he said it was because the company wanted to market their toy with a "3 years and up" rating, and couldn't do that with the smaller parts. I nearly kicked his counter in. Pfeah, like I want to build a windmill that's taller than ME!
I had Tinker Toys, regular-size ones, before I was two. I never tried to eat any of them. They were for building things, and my parents played with me. If most of today's parents (with notable exceptions) weren't off in some other room watching Ally McBeal, they wouldn't have to be afraid that their attention-starved children would swallow a little green plastic flag. If most of today's parents were paying attention to their kids, I swear to God (who I may now believe in thanks to, of all people, Carmen) Tinker Toys would still be a reasonable size.
Posted by hKath at 2:23 AM ()
I was floored today. I'm not floored very often. For a couple of hours I couldn't wait to get home and type it all up here, but then I decided to do the loner thing and sit in a restaurant by myself.
So, of course, a waiter who wasn't even assigned to my section (my REAL waiter being Keith, a friend of Tanya's who surprised me by working at the pub) decided to make it his mission in life to pick me up. He definitely wasn't my type: though dark, he was altogether too cheerfully manufactured for my taste. His trying to pick me up initially consisted of raving about a girl he saw just now who looked JUST LIKE ME except that she had long hair and was from Quebec. So I told him I was from Quebec as well. Big mistake. He returned four or five times, asking me how to say certain things in French, and smiling that stretchy plastic smile at me. I got out of there as fast as I could. Keith seemed apologetic.
Derek and I ended up riding the subway together. It's always hard when I ride with Derek, because I have tons to talk about... but it's all about me. It's not that I don't want to know about him, it's that I don't want to appear TOO interested, if you know what I mean. Simultaneously, I feel guilty for manipulating too much of the conversation, and so I don't say everything that's on my mind, like I usually would. This leads to something that linguists refer to as a "lull".
But all this is stalling, really. What I want to talk about is what Carmen told me outside while we were smoking. I was telling her about my visit to AJ's and about Maria in particular. We were vaguely talking about small children and strange things they do, when the conversation turned to a book that Carmen had read parts of. I think her family owns it.
In the prologue to this book with no title, the author with no name recalls the events immediately following the birth of one of her children. At the time, the couple already had a two-year-old son. As soon as the newborn was brought home from the hospital, the two-year-old son asked to hold the smaller child. But when the infant was put into his arms, the boy would specify that he wanted to be ALONE with the baby. Understandably, the parents were unsettled and didn't think this was a good idea.
Hell, even I felt apprehensive just HEARING the story.
Anyway, a few months went by and still the two-year-old insisted that he wanted to be alone with the baby. The parents put it off as long as they could, hoping that the older kid would forget, but his demands just got more and more persistent. Finally, they agreed to leave the two very young children in a room alone for a few minutes. Standing just outside the room, they listened for anything out-of-the-ordinary, while their son was FINALLY alone with the baby. And this is what they heard.
The two-year-old said to the newborn: "Tell me what God is like, cause I'm starting to forget.."
This wasn't a religious family, and in fact the child hadn't really been introduced to even the idea of God yet. So how do you explain that? I don't know whether to believe it or not, but simply by the force of the story, I was floored.
Posted by hKath at 2:09 AM ()
Saturday, November 3
Ze chopstick, she is fine.
Posted by hKath at 1:42 AM ()
I feel obligated to write, so I will write. I really don't feel like writing, though. Chrissy just pointed me to Amanda's diary, which I had for some reason neglected to read for a couple of weeks. I missed two entries. Two very big entries. I'm scared. I don't even know what to say. I'm just really scared. I'm gonna drop it and talk about silly things, because I really have nothing articulate in my mouth right now about this.
My cat is so weird. He just now walked right over a plate full of chicken bones to get to the windowsill, without even glancing at the bones. I really don't have to worry about him eating people food.
Also, I want to live by myself, in a house. I know if I lived in a large enough space I could keep my mess down to like one closet. Oh... that would be utopian. Also the alone factor. Two or three years more, then I think at least I can afford my own apartment. I internally hug myself at the thought.
Oh, right on, the new version of blogback is finally available. Here we go.
Posted by hKath at 1:36 AM ()
Wednesday, October 31
Gr. Blogger just deleted my entry because I took the effort to readjust this frame. Blogger can kiss my pink-covered ass.
I was going to talk about MC. I'm worried about her. I don't know what's wrong, but it seems to be manifesting itself in the fact that she's feeling attacked. She's managed to turn advice into aggression, and used words that would provoke pity. Dunno why. Maybe she's anxious? Why am I writing about MC?
*wave* from AJ's over here in sunny Dearborn. I've actually been doing more talking online to Sally, MC and Sheryl than I do when I'm at home. I should be outside enjoying the air. Or rather, the "air". What we're actually going to do is take psychocat to the vet. Poor psychocat. So psycho. So sick.
I really don't have anything to say, i'm just sort of hanging out here until my Day actually starts. Which is kind of funny considering I've been awake for over four hours, but whatever. Dan Bern is tonight and I gotta get a costume. Also, Sheryl tonight at Mongolian BBQ! Woo! The Ultimate Sheryl Experience.
God, I REALLY hate this entry. Kill it. Please.
Posted by hKath at 12:38 PM ()
Tuesday, October 30
Posted by hKath at 2:36 PM ()
Oh, great. So I got bored last night (or was it this morning?) and decided to try this blogback thing. So I go to the website. Hahahaha! This concept has seriously existed for a week. So of course, Mr. Blogback is working on a new version which is not available yet.
I suppose I should be grateful.
I'm leaving soon for AJ-land. That is, if I get to talk to AJ at all before 2:30. I don't want to show up without him knowing I'm coming at an earlier time, but he does seem to be perpetually absent. Hm. If anybody sees him, tell him to come find me?
OK. While I was writing that last paragraph, a jolly-faced reporter on the Weather Network just compared some sort of natural phenomena to "a bunch of jumbo jets slamming into the West coast of North America" and didn't even stop to wipe the smile off his face. That was disturbing.
Posted by hKath at 1:35 PM ()
Well, first of all, I feel like CRAP in general. Sore voice, sore wrist, sore ass from falling down. Earlier I was having trouble keeping my temperature steady. I need help. Of the psychiatric kind. Or the nutritionnistic kind. Or the voodoo kind. I can't tell which. You know when you're sure it's all in your head?
Secondly, it's like subliminal advertising, man, working its way into my brain. More and more I want those comment thingees like MC has. But would you use them? I took my counter off the site... for all I know it's been viewed exactly the same number of times as I have guestbook entries. Are people interested? Or is it just like rolling up one pant leg? Cool if you're Will Smith, pathetic if you're not?
Thirdly, Ted's Wrecking Yard shut down last week. That's what one paper said. Actually, what happened was that they were evicted for not paying their rent. Ouch. Ouch ouch ouch. I can't tell yet if this is the end of the world or completely inconsequential. But I miss the place already. Apparently, the people who ran the El Mo are going to be taking it over. That's going to be a painful transformation if I ever saw one.
Also, John Irving should write children's books, because he's damn good at writing children's books that characters are damn good at writing. If that makes any sense at all.
Posted by hKath at 2:16 AM ()
Monday, October 29
Rowr, Colleen. Where've you been all my life?
Posted by hKath at 12:13 AM ()
Sunday, October 28
I wanna be a geek. But I'm not. Why would
I even want to be one. Do I think it's fun?
I should try writting an online test application at 1
am in my underwear.
Posted by hKath at 7:52 PM ()
Helloooooo! Anybody home?
Didn't think so.
I have spent so much money today. We're talking half a grand or so. I feel like I'm bleeding green (and red and blue and purple... such colourful Canadian money!). At least I'll be nice and toasty when I bleed to death. And I'll have interesting peacock-patterened underwear.
I got a faux-shearling-lined long suede coat with a droopy hood and cozy pockets. Then I got some Blunnies, which I already love. I'm wearing them now, actually. Say "Hi, Blunnies!"
I named the coat Eduardo. If you're going to pay that much money for something, you might as well name it. Soooo comfywarm. Still no Halloween costume, though, and the big night is approaching. WWDBD?
And just when I was at the apex of human consumption, ready to show off my new duds to my buddies so they could envy me (as they well should), the subject was changed.
Brad. Is. Such. A. Girl. It's stereotypical "girl" behaviour, isn't it, to wait until your s.o. has a problem with something you're doing before spewing out a pent-up list of changes you want in return? Girls are supposed to keep their frustrations bottled up inside so that they can pull them out as fodder during an argument. Right?
Tanya hasn't slept or eaten in two days, and though she does have her many flaws (oh, I still haven't written that entry yet, have I? I don't think I've mentioned it to anyone in fact. Oh, well...) she really should get rid of Bradley the celebrity hound loser. Death to Branya McSanguin!
Posted by hKath at 7:40 PM ()