"HOYVIN-GLAYVIN!"; or, when schizophrenia attacks.

Today's soundtrack:
"Jealous of Your Cigarette" by Hawksley Workman
"Black Horse and the Cherry Tree" by KT Tunstall

For an hour or so this afternoon, as I sat with a cup of tea in my hand and Tristram Shandy in my lap, a flock of bohemian waxwings made the trees outside my office window their temporary home. I mentally coaxed them to come closer to the window so I could get a good look at the colours.

As a result, my inner geek is now completely disgusted with my inner nerd, and has threatened my inner nerd with a wedgie and a sound trouncing at the monkey bars after school today. My inner nerd is taking comfort in the knowledge that although she knows about birds, at least she's not making a Ravenclaw scarf and re-reading The Lord of the Rings like my inner geek.

My inner twinkie watched all of this with disdain and decided to force my inner nerd and geek to watch American Idol tonight as punishment for making her look even slightly uncool and fat. But my inner feminist took offense at her "fat" comment, and force-fed her the rest of the chocolate chip cookies while reading from The Second Sex.

Phew! What a day.

making a nest out of yarn in order to keep warm

Today's soundtrack:
The Reminder by Feist

Oh happy happy day, the Mansbridge is covering Super Tuesday. He's down in California for it, but I think it's all just a cover for a romantic rendezvous with Claire Martin. I see the way he looks at her. There is definitely something going on. Not like the Rogstad and Chantel Huber. That's just straight-up hate sex. The CTV newsroom is clearly the Studio 54 of Saskatoon.

Of course, all this just serves to distract me from the cold snap that has me checking for cheap flights to Cuba. I'm in the midst of my Ravenclaw scarf, but the snap will be over before it's finished. Winter could be over before it's finished. But the winter didn't stop us from venturing out for 15% off Tuesday at Sobeys. Yes, that's right - 15%!. It's like Christmas in February. Well, we kind of overdid it and bought a ridiculous amount of groceries ("Sure hun, I totally need 2kg of whole wheat flour"), to the point where a random stranger took pity on us and offered us a ride home. On a whim, I weighed Miguel when we got home. With a backpack and two grocery bags full, it totaled 60lbs (that's just over 27kg for the metrical folks).

All that being said, tomorrow will be nice enough that I may go long underwear-less. I think we can safely say that it is the first day without long underwear, not the appearance of the groundhog, that heralds the spring.

Tangental aside: Watched the premiere of Eli Stone the other week. Once he was referred to as a prophet - repeatedly - I turned to Miguel and said "Jesus Murphy, the Mormons have escaped and they're producing TV shows". N.B. Marie Osmond just got her own talk show. I'm guessing she wants to be the Mormon Oprah.

righteous indignation, folks.

Today's soundtrack:
In Rainbows by Radiohead

BAH! I can't take it anymore! Give me back my Jon!



Other notes of note:

1) I have finished my legwarmers. They warm my legs, which I like. They were finished before it hit -20º, which I also like. In fact, I've finished almost all my knitting. That giant never-ending afghan? Done. Legwarmers? Done. Christmas presents? Almost done. I've had to order more wool so that my stash basket doesn't go into severe withdrawl. Next up on the block is a decent wool scarf out of Eskimo Garnstudio for Miguel that can withstand a prairie winter (I'm talking a 57 CO stitch kind of scarf. I'll leave you knitwits to quiver with delight). Also, I'm planning on indulging my inner geek and knitting a proper Ravenclaw scarf. And matching mittens. To those of you who know what that means, rest assured that you will probably never date.

2) The semester is almost over and all I have to show for it is my ever-increasing tolerance for alcohol.

3) I don't really have a third point, but having just two points in a list looks silly. So, I guess I'll write GO RIDERS! but the moment for that has somewhat passed. I did watch the game, phoning Nanaimo repeatedly to mock the parents.

Yes, it would seem like life is going well, but without Jon, there is no meaning. There is only the vast, white, lifeless, desolate hinterland of Saskatchistan.

Give me back my Jon!

they're back, they're little, and they move in herds

Today's soundtrack:
La nozze di Figaro by Mozart.

Their return was as inevitable as Britney Spears bombing on the VMAs last night (ooh, terrible parallel, but I stand by it): undergrads. They are everywhere. Halls, library, in line ahead of me at STM. Mainly, they're just in my way. I'm considering investing in a cattle prod for those particularly nasty brats that stand in a massive group in the entrance to the Arts Tower, texting their friends that are standing right beside them.

Which, of course, brings me to texting. What is the point? You have a cellphone, so why not call whoever it is that you want to talk to? If you want to write, email! What damned undergrad came up with the idea of quasi-emailing on a cellphone that was invented to make phone calls? Completely bizarre.

I realize that I only need to wait for September to end and the student population will thin out substantially. But until then, the cattle prod!

and now back to your regular scheduled programming

Today's soundtrack:
The Joshua Tree by U2

Just a quick note that the other half of the Edwardian Sisterhood (est. 2003 in Florence, Italy at a hatstand) now has a blog!

I should update. I know. Something about horchatas in Valencia. My facebook page is up-to-date, but the blog suffers. Not for much longer, though. I have to write the other half of my Sterne paper, then back to business (re: procrastination) as usual.

Of course, the whole lack of updating could really just be a symptom of my quasi-hibernation which seems to have re-erupted in time for summer. My avoidance of people in the real world has translated into avoidance of people in the internet world.

But back to Arrested Development.