Sunday, April 27, 2003

Oh, yes. This.

Yesterday K and I went to have our eyes examined at the Rideau Center. Nothing terribly strange about this, we're downtown most weekends and we usually pop in for this or that. Anyway, I was wearing a tanktop as I often do, and the ink on my arms was plainly visible. This is also nothing new - I've never made a point to hide it except at a job interview. For the first time yesterday I had negative experiences based on their visibility.

We stopped at the Second Cup to split a large cremme brulle before our appointments. I sat down while K fetched the drink. When I sit I notice this old woman and her husband staring at me and giving me the evil eye. Her eyes lock on mine and stay that way for a good 15 seconds when I say "It's not polite to stare." At this point she flips me off and her husband starts badmouthing me in what sounded like Italian, gesturing to my arm and snarling. I start to laugh and blow him a kiss, which shuts the pair of them up nicely. Oh that wacky Eurotrash.

Not five minutes later it happens again! After we finished our coffee we were walking to the optomitrists when we pass this fat greasball in a ballcap. What does he say under his breath? "Tattooed bitch." This wasn't quite as funny as the old couple. My initial reaction was to knock him on his ass, and I'm quite sure I could've managed it. Sensibility won out in the end and I kept on walking, marvelling at how lightning could strike twice in such rapid succession. I've never had a negative reaction before. Curiosity and questions, or hushed discussion sure... but never such overt hostility. Given how common they are nowadays I'm surprised anyone can work up the effort to even give a damn.

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I was having a lovely cuddle with the cat last night when he decided to take a hunk out of my hand. Right out of the blue, no provocation at all. I think he may have hit a nerve or something because my entire forearm immediately became numb.

I think I am to blame. I bought a cat toy for my office. You pat it and it purrs and paws at you. The boy took serious offense to it. Jealousy is never cute, even in cats.

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Saturday, April 26, 2003

As for the John Doe season finale :

Bull-fucking-shit.

This was so obvious. And by obvious I'm not talking about clues or anything, but obvious as in the dipshits directing the story this show don't have any sense of a good plot twist and it's just the kind of crap they'd try to pull. I remember suggesting this ending to K sometime in 2002. On top of it all it just doesn't make any sense when you look at how Digger has interacted with John in the past. Yargh! Even The Pretender wasn't this bad for throwing "shocking" (as in gaudy flashing neon sign) twists in your face.

Oh well, at least I'm not the only one taking issues.

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Friday, April 25, 2003

Welp, dad has cancer. Don't quite know how I should feel right now. I guess confused will have to suffice for the time being.

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Sunday, April 20, 2003

Another weekend, another pair of hours work done on my arm. It's all paid off now too - $1200 total. That sure would make for a lot of cookies.

Speaking of which, I'm fatter than ever.

I've eaten haggis 3 weekend in a row now and it shows. I know I shouldn't but it's just so darn good'n'scottish. And it's not oatmeal.

I'm sorry, I've really got nothing.

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Tuesday, April 15, 2003

Hat tip to Ian for this:

I am Hastur!


The Unspeakable One is the master of those who seek to unveil the mysteries of death. It is through meditation upon the Yellow Sign that the devotee of Hastur seeks transcendence to the city-realm of dim Carcosa. Through a complex series of visualizations that expand the aspirants void-consciousness, the final age will arise. Ruled by the ominous King in Yellow, a new stage of reality will come to fruition. Of the Olde Ones, Hastur is considered to be one of the most difficult to work with, his teachings being reserved exclusively for the Cthonian Adepts and Lords.
Which Great Old One are you?

I wouldn't have posted this except for the fact that I have the Sign of Yellow tattooed onto the back of my neck. The stars are aligning...

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So very bummed.

Sometime during the last decade I lost my Ka, I'm sure of it. I am devoid of any creativity or passion. That includes the passion required to carry this thought any further.

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Thursday, April 10, 2003

Spring has finally arrived!

Again.

Let's hope it stays this time. It was absolutely GORGEOUS today. It reached about 15C and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. The birds were singing, squirrels were foraging and I'm sure there were rodents having sex somewhere. It's a wonderful thing, rodent sexual activity. God bless springtime.

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Sunday, April 06, 2003

More ink for the ink god. Had another 2 hour session on my arm last night. It's coming along quite well. I should be done in a few more sessions... especially if I go longer than 2 hours at a shot. :P

I picked up the cast recording from Hedwig and the Angry Inch as well. I liked the movie - it was pretty good. Nothing I'd buy for myself, but good. The music is a different story, however. I really enjoyed that... enough so that I'd pay HMV prices for it.

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Friday, April 04, 2003

I had several people ask me if I was OK today. Apparently I look "down." I've been feeling more blue than usual but I didn't think it would show. I always look depressed - I'm surprised people can distinguish the shades.

Speaking of shades, Exalted: The Abyssals came today. Mmmm. Dead things.

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Thursday, April 03, 2003

My cat is in love with me. He's been all over me for the past week or so, either sleeping on me or pawing at me. He never used to sleep on me - it must be the weight loss he's gone through. Perhaps he feels more confident and is trying to sex me up. Whatever the reason I am really enjoying it - he can relax me like no one else can and I love the little turd to death.

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