Long Easter Weekend

Suh-weeeet. I just found out that NPM gives us off Good Friday and Easter Monday. Nice.

I just gotta be me!

Yeah, I tried the new templates but it just didn't feel right so I chose to go back to the original black template, you know, something that matched the colour of my Gnomish soul. Mwhahaha, indeed.

Supernatural

Ok, ok, ok. I admit it, I have been known to catch the occasional Gilmore Girl episode (Although, lately I think it's just wasting good airtime.)
Anyhoo, I'm sorry for the GG thing but I've never tried to hide that I was lame so deal with it... Take solace in the fact that I hate myself for watching WB shows.
Internal loathing aside, I have to tell you, I like Supernatural. It airs on Thursdays at nine and most of the time scares the crap out of me. It's not like I am a Scaredy Cat or anything but hey, it's dark outside at nine and I live with Kiwi and Whitey and they're no help whatsoever should a scary murderous ghost come and get me so I sometimes watch large chunks of the show on "mute". Or I hide behind a pillow. Or I pick Kiwi up and hold her out just so so that she can block 85% of the screen. It's probably an odd sight to people passing by the window... Heck, it seems odd just typing the words.

Check the show out. It's amusing.

All clear on the NPM front

All the partners are on a different floor for their monthly meeting so it's really quiet here. Generally I would be wary of such occurences but I know they will only be back at 5pm... after I leave so no hell is going to break loose during my lovely Friday.
Nineteen degrees. Sunny. Light work day. Free snow taffy. I couldn't have asked for a better day.

So...Sweet

Today my office building (The Telus Tower) had a free snow taffy thingy. It had been years since I last had some and let me tell you, concentrated maple goo is yummy.
And so very sweet.
Thanks Mr. Building!

This Bunny is naughty...Tsk, tsk, tsk.

I'm working on the Penskie file

I so bored.
I am work right now and I don't really have anything to do. I have completed all my tasks already and now I am wishing someone had taught me the important lesson of how to spread out my work so it lasts for hours.

Great, now I have to pretend to be working on the Penskie file for the rest of the day à la George Constanza.

Another Question for the Muddler

Mudd, can you help me get rid of a virus on a computer? I don't have it right now (it's in FLA with the 'rents, who decided to give up on it and buy a Toshiba.)
Anyhoo, I believe it's kind of like the one you got from pre-used IBM a few months ago. I'm not going to lie to you, it's got some issues but with your techno brilliance I thought maybe you could help. Maybe then I could upgrade from a really old laptop to just an old laptop.

I could pay you... Poorly.

P.S. If you could fix the glitch I would admire your techno-geekiness forever. And with gusto.

Stoopid Template

My template was giving my grief so I had to switch over.
Again.
Let's hope this one works out better than the last otherwise it's back to "Minima Black".

*Edited because I had to change to a new template after I posted this. Rassafrassah...

Cross your fingers...

On Friday I am going to go look at a 700 sq ft. loft in St. Henri and I am hoping it is what I have been looking for. It's within my price range and damn it, I've always wanted to live in a loft.

Revenge of the Bunny

I don't care what you think... I like the Gin Blossoms

Where did they go anyway?

I finally got old enough to make this song meaningful...

"29"

Time won’t stand by forever if I know it’s true
And I’ve learned not to say never
Or else I’ll seem the fool
Twenty-nine you’d think I’d know better
Living like a kid
When my lies may seem less than clever
Is when I fall for it
Only time will tell if wishing wells
Can bring us anything
Or fade like scenes from childhood dreams
Forgotten memories
Some rides don’t have much of a finish
That’s the ride I took
Through good and bad and straight through indifference
Without a second look
There’s no intentions worthy of mention
If we never try
So hang your hopes on rusted-out hinges
Take ’em for a ride
Only time will tell if wishing wells
Can bring us anything
Or fade like scenes from childhood dreams
Forgotten memories
Only time will tell...

Friday's Bunny

Gnomish Dreams

Thanks to John for this link.

Last night I had a peculiar dream and it actually made me laugh when I woke up but then I became confused. Then I became agitated. Then I became hungry and ate a bagel.
Anyhoo, here is the dream:
I had bought a house in an unknown neighbourhood with my cousin (who got married this summer) and it was a large Victorian gem. I have always had a thing for attics so I was really excited that this one had one and that it was completely renovated. The house was quite lovely and really large but to the point of having too many rooms for the actual space, you know what I mean? So, the amusing part was that when I had a house-warming party and invited my friends and family over and started showing them the house it suddenly occured to me all the rooms were bathrooms.

Here is what dreammoods had to say about the symbols in my dream:

House

To see a house in your dream, represents your own soul and self. Specific rooms in the house indicate a specific aspect of your psyche. In general, the attic represents your intellect, the basement represents the unconscious, etc. If the house is empty, then it indicates feelings of insecurity. If the house is shifting, then it suggests that you are going through some personal changes and changing your belief system. If you live with others in your walking life, but dream that you are living alone, suggests that you need to take new steps toward independence. You need to accept responsibilities and be more self-reliant.

To see an old, run-down house in your dream, represents your old beliefs, attitudes and how you used to think or feel. A situation in your current life may be bringing about those same old attitudes and feelings. Alternatively, the old house may symbolize your need to update you mode of thinking. If the house is new, then it indicates that you are entering into a new phase or new area in your life.

Bathroom

To dream that you are in the bathroom, relates to your instinctual urges. You may be experiencing some burdens/feelings and need to "relieve yourself". Alternatively, it may symbolize purification and self-renewal. You need to cleanse yourself, both emotionally and psychologically.

Cousins

To see your cousin in your dream, represents something or some aspect of your character that is somewhat familiar. Perhaps you need to spend more time in cultivating and developing some emerging ability or character.

Room

To dream that you are in a room, represents a particular aspect of yourself or a particular relationship. Dreams about various rooms often relate to hidden areas of the conscious mind and different aspects of your personality.
To dream that you find or discover new rooms, suggests that you are developing new strengths and taking on new roles. You may be growing emotionally.
To see an appealing or comfortable room in your dream, signifies opulence and satisfaction in life.

I am fascinating, I know.

Halifax Bound?

Most of my friends know that I am interviewing for a job in Halifax therefore that pretty much means ALL the readers of this blog know I might be moving there but I just wanted to tell those who might not be in the know. I would be starting there in a couple of months and yes, it's a little scary but that's no reason not to take a chance, right? Right? The way I look at the situation is, "Well, I was moving anyway."
It's something new and challenging so I am psyched at the prospect of the responsibility.
Plus, I've got plans for people when I am there. You know who you are.

I find myself basically in a win-win situation because if I don't get it then I still get to work where I am currently and this place is great.

Why so much Guy Candy?

Because my readers were suffering from malnutrition.

CSI: NY - I've always liked Gary Sinise's forearms

1. Eddie Cahill
He plays a cop. Oooh.


2. "Hey, it's that guy." Carmine Giovi-thing


3. Look, it's lieutenant Dan!

CSI Miami: Hot and sultry and kinda sandy

1. Adam Rodriguez


2. Jonathan Togo ( I think he's the new guy.)

3. David Caruso
Hey, wasn't he on NYPD Blue? And wasn't he also nekkid?

Guy Candy: Whatever happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas

1. William Peterson (Gill Grissom)

2. George Eads (Nick Stokes)

3. Eric Szmanda (Greg Something)

Back by popular demand!
Now 50% more filling!

I give props to Swiss Miss for reminding me that I haven't posted Guy Candy in a while. Enjoy ladies, enjoy.

I don't watch CSI so I'm flying blindly here...

P.S. I know I am missing the Warwick guy but I already featured him on Guy Candy. Sorry Steffo!

New link

My friend John has a blog. Check it out, he's a talented writer who has some interesting things to say. He's in Tennesse right now, originally from New Jersey and aims to be from, uh, somewhere else. I think he's like the wind, man. Whoosh, indeed.

Scott, Scott. *Sigh*

You suck.
It's too bad you didn't come, remember that cute band from the Old Orchard on Monkland that we heard on my birthday? Yeah, they were there. You missed out.
Silly boy.

Scott. Call me.

I responder to your email about this weekend and I assumed you were coming with me to the party. Or, at least meeting me at the bar. I don't know AS YOU HAVEN'T ANSWERED ME YET. I am so going to bitch-slap you.

St. Patrick's Bunny

In Her Shoes

You know, I liked this movie. Here's a poem that I liked from it:

i carry your heart with me by e. e. cummings

i carry your heart with me (i carry it
in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

Rainy days and Mondays always get me down.

Despite the fact that I have titled this blog after a Carpenters song as well as the fact that Monday was, like, two days ago I feel that this blog is in tune with my feelings today. I don’t know, it may be that life is always a little grey and depressing after a Montreal winter and you know what, I don’t even think what I feel is depression, it may be more accurate to describe it as anxiety over the future.

As many of you know, I will be moving in the next couple of months and am now on the lookout for new apartments and I kind of find it stressful. Don’t get me wrong, I like looking at other’s people’s homes but it’s the whole ordeal of finding a place where I feel comfortable, where everything is within walking distance and where I can see perhaps living for more than one year is a difficult task.

In addition to the apartment thing I feel that professionally I am a little “up in the air”. Don’t get me wrong, I like my job at the law firm but there are circumstances that are forcing me to rethink whether or not I want to be employed with the company I am currently with. Nothing is ever set in stone, and, for the most part I have accepted that but can a person just have a little stability now and then? I understand that life is full of ups and downs and is constantly evolving into something else but sometimes I wish I could breathe freely again without worrying what tomorrow will bring.

So, to recap: Apartment hunting is stressful, I am rethinking my work situation, I have applied for a job in Halifax with same company with who I am rethinking my work situation.

Wait, did I mention the Halifax thing before? No, I don’t think so. Anyhoo, here’s the dealio, there is a new site that my company has acquired and needs to send someone there. The position is still undefined but I would officially have to say I would be there for more than one year. I think it would be an interesting opportunity even though it is far away from friends and family for a little while. In any case, a couple of years isn’t so bad and it may be the thing I need to push me kicking and screaming into adulthood. Right now I think I am in a front-running position for the job and if it was offered to me with the right price and incentives then I would take it. I know, I know, you’re thinking that if I have anxiety over finding apartments in a city that I have lived in my entire life, what kind of basket case will I be when I am looking for them in an unknown city? Well, here’s my answer: To me a move is a move is a move. It all comes out to the same thing. I mainly feel anxiety over the change.

Le Sentiment du Lapin pour vendredi

Wait...John Denver's dead?

When did this happen and why was I not informed?

Good Lord, why do I know this song?

Dude, this song came on and I knew all the words and hummed along with it. What is wrong with me?

Almost heaven, west virginia
Blue ridge mountains, shenandoah river
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze
Country roads, take me home
To the place, I be-long
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads
All my mem’ries, gather ’round her
Miner’s lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye
Country roads, take me home
To the place, I be-long
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roadsI hear her voice, in the mornin’ hours she calls to me
The radio reminds me of my home far a-way
And drivin’ down the road I get a feeling’
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday
Country roads, take me home
To the place, I be-long
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads

Hey...

...There are a hell of a lot of bunnies on this blog. I guess it seems like a lot because I haven't really been writing all that much and they are especially popular with the kids so I can't not post a sentiment.

HP:GOF - Take Two

Ok, so I saw it again and I was hoping that in my second viewing my original critique of it would change but alas, it has not. I know there are some of you out there that think this is the best Potter film yet and I say to you: "You're wrong so shut your face."

Honestly, still viciously underwhelmed by the film.

Thursday's sentiment.

Steffo, you asked for it.

Hump Day's Sentiment

Huh.

You Are Scooter

Brainy and knowledgable, you are the perfect sidekick.You're always willing to lend a helping hand.In any big event or party, you're the one who keeps things going."15 seconds to showtime!"

The Muppet Personality Test

Huh.

Where are my words?

Generally I am pretty good at updating this blog but lately I have been a little "meh" about it. I can't think of anything to write about and although that hasn't really stopped me before I am going to stay chilled and think about what I want to write about.

Here's today's sentiment, by the way:

Craptastic!

Sheesh. I have had one of those days, you know what I mean? A day of working for tha man and getting nothing in return. (Except for my measly pay. Pittance, I tells you, pittance.) I am going to go home, drink some maple sugar and hide under the blankets. Oh yeah, and I forgot, here's today's sentiment that is felt deeply by me:

Friday's Sentiment

Country of my Skull

I like to consider myself an avid reader and I rarely feel the need to put down a book for a breather if I am seriously into the topic. However, the other day the book I ordered from Indigo came in and I rushed home to start to read it. (I can't read in moving vehicles, so the bus ride home was out of the question.) Anyhoo, Country of my Skull is a book by Antjie Krog that recounts the many stories that were brought to the general public during the Truth and Reconciliation Commission in South Africa. The TRC was set up in an attempt to bring to the fore the horrible injustices suffered during the Apartheid era and to encourage healing amongst Saffas. It's an interesting and intense read but there's only so much inhumanity and torture a reader can take in one sitting so I have been thusfar reading it in spurts. Krog, an Afrikaan poet from Bleomfontein in the Orange Free State tells the stories with a sort of guilt, a guilt that can be guessed was felt by the majority of liberally minded Afrikaaners who had to come to terms with their violent histories. She is shocked, saddened and emotionally scarred from her work for SABC (South African Broadcasting Corporation) on the TRC and struggles with her pride at being a white South African as well as her shame for those who were abused and oppressed while her race prospered. Yes, there's extreme sadness and horror in the stories by the victims but there are also small glimmers of hope for the future. Tiny glimmers may not seem like a lot but Rome wasn't built in a day and neither will South Africa, it seems that people tend to forget that the official policy of Apartheid lasted for 40 years and under that regime many people suffered so there are deep wounds that need to be healed. I imagine there are a lot of ghosts that need to be exorcised and attitudes to be changed in order for people to truly be equal in the land.

An interesting sidebar is that I brought this book into work with me to try and read a few chapters during lunch and many people in the office were intrigued by the title. While Krog never really states why she used the specific title I am assuming it's because at the time of writing the book she felt haunted by her people's past and emotionally raw to the bone. Her beloved country, with it's picturesque landscapes had a ugly inescapable history to it whose foundations were built upon the bones of many victims. Or perhaps it is called Country of my Skull because South Africa is more than where she lives and was born in, it is a place that inhabits the very marrow of her bones and the essence of who she is. It's not superficial, like skin or hair, it's within her. Again, I do not know the real answer and am only making assumptions.

If you are more of a movie person rather than a reader then I make the suggestion that you rent In My Country, which is loosely based on the book and has Juliet Binoche and Samuel L. Jackson in it. I've read some forums that say the Afrikaans in the movie is horrible and that Juliet Binoche has a terrible accent but chances are, if you know me and read this blog, you're working knowledge of Afrikaans is limited so go wild and throw caution to the wind and rent it.

Thursday's Bunny Sentiment

The essence, man, the essence.

Online Dating Profile

I should just put this as my uploaded photo.

Today's Happy Bunny Sentiment

Check out some more Happy Bunnies at this site.