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Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and can't get back to sleep, and I turned on my radio to 680 News just in time to hear an inept second-string newsreader screw up the 3:30 a.m. headlines.

She obviously didn't know how to pronounce Shi'ite, and ended up saying that a bomb had gone off in Baghdad in a predominantly "shite" neighbourhood. I burst out laughing (sorry, Baghdad) which woke up poor Marshie (sorry, Marshie).
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The CNIB crocus sale on Saturday wasn't too bad, though hanging out in the lobby of the Market was a lot colder than I had anticipated, with the doors constantly opening and closing. By noon we had managed to sell 19 crates' worth, which was probably 400 pots. So close to $1600. I had never sold anything in my life before, so it was interesting to observe the process in action. People are much more likely to buy when they see others buying, which is at once understandable and slightly infuriating.

Sunday was Marshie's superbowl party. In order to make more room for people who were actually interested in football, I sat out in the living room and knitted. For four hours. I finished the first half of my new scarf, and started a second pair of handwarmers using my Noro Silk Garden #47, which is made from silk and lambswool and transitions gradually from charcoal to grey to brown to blue and back again. We loves it, yes we do.

Today I'm running around preparing for a visit from Uncle Harry (the tea shop guy) and his girlfriend. I think I'll ply them with asparagus soup and a big salad topped with Grit-style tofu chunks, fresh bread and maybe some pie from the Market. So, gotta get started on that bread or it won't be ready in time.

On my way out of the grocery store, I encountered a person who looked a lot like the Albino from The Princess Bride, only with a greek sailor hat and fuchsia lipstick smeared pretty much everywhere from the nose down. The result was something like this )
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Awesome name of the day, possibly of the year:

Woody Lipps, head of U.S. Forest Service law enforcement, West Virginia.
kadenza: (Sir Not-Appearing-In-This-Film)
- I ran into a piece of equipment at the gym and now have a very unique bruise on my upper thigh. It's about the size of an egg, purple around the edges, yellow in the middle, and sitting on top of a large lump. I have nicknamed it Mt. Fuji. I wish I could show it to more people, but viewing requires the removal of my pants.

- A reporter from SmartMoney magazine is going to be calling this afternoon to interview me. She's doing an article about the many different means of aquiring concert tickets, and wants to talk to me about my experiences with the fan club. Well, ok. As far as I can tell, it's a real magazine and she's a real journalist.

- I had a short conversation on Thursday at the CNIB with a large Jamaican guy who works in the bindery. I see him all the time, but I've never spoken to him before. He came over to look at my work as I was thermoforming, and spotted last month's unicorn in my box.

him: That's a unicorn, right? They not real.
me: Right. It's a mythological beast.
him: Or so we think. It could be real. We don't know. We don't know nothing!
me: We sure don't.
him: What about the unicycle? It's real.
me: True!
him: But tell that to most people, and they won't believe you.
me: I guess so. No one rides them anymore.
him: They pretty much extinct.
kadenza: (baleeted)
Yes, it's wonderful we have two national languages, vive le Québec, yadda yadda.
But! It's a pain in the ass for those of us who are trying to lay out bilingual catalogues. Here's an excellent example:

English: Sidelights
French: Des fenêtres étroites latérales de chaque côté de la porte


*le sigh*

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Jan. 7th, 2005 09:24 am
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Today's juvenile mocking of an Ikea product:
Work Bench FARTFULL

The first batch of pictures from the Photo Assignment will be posted later today (and it's not too late to make your request). I had a lot of fun with them, but I think the award for most fun assignment so far goes to [livejournal.com profile] epi_lj. I have a couple of small trips to make to finish up a few of the requests, during a brief work respite that is bound to end later today. I'm waiting for the shoe to drop. A metric shoe.

It seems that the clients have changed their minds about one small thing, that small thing being the metric system. Despite having approved the imperial-only sample grids at the start, now that the layout is finally complete they have decided they want centimetres as well, which means adding another line to hundreds of crowded grids on 109 crowded pages. I would normally launch into an outraged, non-work-safe tirade at this news, but working with this particular client for as long as I have, I can't say I'm surprised. In fact, what surprises me is that they didn't wait until the day before the job goes to print before springing this on me. I got off easy.
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Marshall was on the phone with his mother last night, trying to help her configure her e-mail which was "broken" once again. Were he not Jewish, I would consider him a good candidate for sainthood.

Marshie: Ok, click the button that says SSL.
Mother: What button?
Marshie: See that thing that says SSL? Click it.
Mother: I don't see any button.
Marshie: I swear to God, it's a button. Click it.
Mother: What's a button?
[brief, disbelieving pause]
Marshie: What's a button? Do you see where it says SSL? Describe it to me.
Mother: It's in a square.
Marshie: Well, that's a button.
Mother: Why is it called a button?
Marshie: Because you can click it.
Mother: I always just called them squares.

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