Rien

No, I haven't abandoned my blog. Literally nothing is happening to me right now.

I'll deal with this just fine, don't worry. I'm sure I'll be incredibly busy very soon. It's the waiting that is driving me a bit crazy. Or at least annoyed.

I know I should enjoy it, but I feel strange not getting ready for school this September.

Annie leaves on Sunday for Guelph, very exciting. Remember that show "Boston Common"? That was when the little sister goes to college in Boston and her hick of a brother tags along. He doesn't enroll, but has all the fun of a college student. I'm tempted, but afraid Annie would kill me in my sleep.

"I like when good things happen to me. But I wait two weeks to tell anyone because I like using the word "fortnight"." ~Demetri Martin

She's Almost Back!

Alright, tonight was another great, late episode of Bones.

And I'm happy to say that Bones (at left) is almost back. I was a little disappointed at last week's premiere about Bones' weepy demeanor.

But this week she was on a comeback (she only cried twice).

And they got a new addition to the cast: Dr. Camille "Cam" Saroyan. The new head of the Jeffersonian. And she's a strong, confident woman! Yea! Three on one show, must be a Hollywood record. Please don't let them hate each other!

The only hitch is that it seems that Cam was once involved with Booth in some way or another. Hmmm...I only hope this is not inserted to make Bones jealous of this "relationship". I enjoy the fact that there's no romance between Bones and Booth. It's would be so cliched.

This week's storyline, very good. Besides that the "Bones' parents'" storyline progressed a bit. Seems Bones' father is alive and called out a hit on the man that killed his wife, he doesn't want his daughter to find him...interesting. Very nice to see this incoporated into the larger story.

And next week looks very good.

Need not post, I know I'm a loser for posting about Bones.

"But we're Hodge Podge and Zack-eroni!" ~Eric Millegan a.k.a. "Zack Addy"

Georgia: On My Mind

It's here! Today was the start of getting ready for the School of the Americas/WHINSEC Protest!

Woohoo!

We'll be leaving November 16th and return the following Monday, Novemeber 20th.

We're looking for cash, so if you've got an extra $150 lying around you could send a person down to Georgia!

Good times had by all, while being part of a larger movement! Yippee!

For those of you wondering, I decided not to attend the WHINSEC tour last year after my visit. For the past two years I've gone on the tour of the Fort Benning facilities. Being frisked, intimidated, lied and patronized to is exhausting.

However, I may have a change of heart when it comes time in November. And I have a military man to thank for my reconsideration.

When Gen. Romeo Dallaire was in London two weeks ago someone asked the question of what do you say to a student who is distraught and essentially cynical about a social justice issue they believe is pointless. Gen. Dallaire responded by explaining that people often become disheartened by not seeing change. And that this reaction is unnecessary.

"Why do we always expect there to be change after a few years? Come back after 10 years and then expect a change. Fundamental change takes time and hard work. Getting upset or cynical after a few attempts does nothing for the cause. Be patient, keep working, and don't loose sight of the goal."

True, it's bizarre to be taking advice on this subject from a person involved (and devoted) to the Armed Forces. But if I forget about that part, and just listen to his message, it gets less hazy.

So maybe I'll go and see our friend, Lee Riles (PR for SOA) in November. Even though he called us "agressive Canadians" last year. Either way, I promise myself that this year at the protest I will be more optimistic and driven to remember that closing the SOA is imperative, but that it requires immense work, from everyone.

"Shit or get off the pot." ~ R. Nixon

Abandonment: Part Un

Today, Maggie left to go back to Wolfville, Nova Scotia. She seemed rather excited.

When we got back in the car to drive back to from the airport no one said anything. Then Annie piped up, "Silence...ahh.".

She was so right. If you haven't met Maggie or haven't seen her in a while you might forget how loud she can be.

I blame it on birth order and a bizarre need for her to be noticed constantly. I wonder what she would be like if she wasn't majoring in Theatre *shudder*.

In all seriousness, I do miss Mags. She's the only person I know that can make me laugh one minute, and make me want to wring her neck the next. That's quite a skill.

I won't be seeing Maggie until December, when she comes back for Winter break, so I hope she enjoys herself and has a great final year.

I will be making my own trip to Wolfville in May for her convocation.

I want a good convocation speech from the honourary doctorate person. Apparently they always give the honourary doctorate to a member of the Irving family. That's crap. There must be another Canadian (not from the Irving Oil fortune) that is honourable enough to be recognized?

Maybe we should give our own suggestions for keynotes?

For a Theatre convocation we do have a ton of possibilities.

Ben Mulroney, anyone? Did you know that smarmy Ben has a law degree?

"Popularity is bad for you. I avoid it like the plague."
~Brian Mulroney

Why I Hate Spoons

Ok, I know my aversion to spoons might be a little odd. But it's true. I'm sure that you're all surprised to learn this important piece of information about me. It is incredible when you think about it.

I don't know when my hatred to spoons began. I wasn't attacked by a spoon, and I wasn't born with a silver one in my mouth. All I know is that I find them annoying. The only time a person should use a spoon is for soups or cold cereals. Not stews, not for oatmeal.

I will always choose a fork over a spoon. I'd rather eat anything with a fork and have a bit of a harder time than with a spoon.

I think part of it is the balancing you have to do with a spoon. Or maybe it's the stabbing motion with the fork that I like (that's a scary thought).

So please be advised that if I'm ever using spoon, it's against my own will.

It should also be noted that I not only hate spoons, but chopsticks annoy the hell out of me. But I think that's only because I have no idea how to use them (and, by the way, I don't want to).

Happy Birthday Dad!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!!!

Yes, it's my dad's 51st birthday (OWN IT!), and he's having his desired quiet day at home. Starting with the Turkish Grand Prix at 7:30AM (we'll ignore the 91 years of genocide denial), followed by the red meat extravaganza (see previous post) with a brunch of steak and eggs. Something must be said for the combination of red meat and eggs. Protein overload, I may never recover.

Some of you know my dad, but if you don't I'll fill you in using the astrological information so you can get a better idea of who he is.

First, he was born on Saturday, August 27th at 6PM, 1955 (Year of the Goat). So this means he's:

51 years old
2,662 weeks old
447,086 hours old
OR...
1,609,511,257 seconds old

So, he's a Virgo. Which means he's practical (very), intellectual, diligent (almost annoyingly so), hates sloppy workers (this is VERY true), and modest.

The top song in 1955 was "Ain't That A Shame" by Fats Domino (how appropriate).

You can boil 5.94 ounces of water with the heat from 52 candles.

And...you share a birthday with Mother Theresa.

If you know my dad even a little, you'd know that this fits him to a T.

Although, if you do know my dad he would say that astrology is a bunch of horsecrap.

But that's why I love him. My big, nerdy dad.

Happy Birthday!

The Weekend of Red Meat

At the Rodger house when we have a birthday, this means red meat.

The birthday weekend at the Rodger homestead has barely finished and we are fully saturated with cow.