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September 29, 2004

Plea and thank you

There have been a lot of you who have contacted me since the beginning of this journal to inquire about what I would want in a 'care package' from the States.

I admit, I complain about missing a lot of foods, and I am truly touched by the kind offers of packages of my favourites to help me get through the difficult transition of becoming a member of a new culture and community. As much as I would like to accept the oodles and oodles of Twinkies and Hostess Cupcakes (and Cheetos) that are sure to be soon making their way across the pond to my greedy little fingers, I cannot.

I have a better idea.

Only a handful of you know already that a friend of mine died very suddenly last weekend of complications due to Leukemia.

I realize that saying the word 'sudden' and 'leukemia' in the same sentence seems wrong somehow, for in my mind any sort of cancer seems to be a slow killer. Long, drawn out, and torturous.

However, this was sudden. My friend, (grrrl, for those of you who remember me talking about her in previous journal entries), was diagnosed with the disease very suddenly, and then died just as suddenly. She was ill for only about 6 months.

(I say 'only' with bitterness here, as 'only' 6 months to you and me must be a long terrible nightmare under such circumstances)

To say that we were all shocked at her death is an understatement. Not two days before, we had received an update on her condition: that she was to receive a bone marrow transplant. We were all ecstatic and hopeful for her recovery.

Everyone grieves in their own unique way, with each unique loss. Every process is different, but heals in its own method, in its own time. In saying that, I have thought of a way to help me deal with the loss of grrl in my own terms, and I feel quite sure that this is the right action to take.

I would ask that instead of sending me a Christmas card, or a care package, or any other little trinket, that you consider, instead, donating that money to a charity toward Cancer Research or Leukemia Research. I feel that the money can be put to better use there than it could in my pocket, in my house or in the amount of weight I will put on eating all that junk food.

And this year, around Christmas, after receiving no Christmas cards at all, no boxes of homemade Christmas cookies, then I can feel good that I didn't get anything. Becuase then I can hope and wonder if the money and effort was going to a cause to help find a cure for such a devastating and dreaful illness.

You don't have to tell me if you donated. You can, but you don't have to. I already feel better knowing that I have put out this plea to you for help. Help that isn't for me, but for the people out there that are waging war against an illness no one yet understands how to fight.

Thank you so much for even reading this.

Love you all

x

Posted by calima at 03:03 PM | Comments (5)

Grace McClumsy

Uni has started and invariably (but not logically) my mind has been thrown out with the bathwater, and whatever other waste I throw down the bin shoot.

Actually, to be clear, I don't throw bathwater down the bin shoot.

See? This is exactly what I'm talking about.

I get a bit flustered when there's a change in my daily routine, and currently that change is getting to Uni every morning, instead of going to the office. I actually, in my very pathetic and strict-schedule type way, nearly walked all the way to work on the first day of classes...forgetting that I had classes at all.

Then. Well...I got into a bit of a tussle with the turnstyle. I hate turnstyles (now). After I bought my ticket for the tube, I heard the train approaching, and, thinking I was going to be late to meet The Set, I tried to hurry through the turnstyle and get down the stairs to catch the train.

Well, let's just say that the turnstyle didn't want to let me hurry, and, in the midst of our 'argument' (for lack of a better term), it pinned my leg, and held on tightly in order to force me to miss my train.

The result of this detainment was a very painful experience. I managed to disentangle myself from the turnstyle and trip down the stairs, but with every step, shooting pain zig-zagged up my leg. I was determined to 'walk it off' but as I reached the platform, not only was it not my train that had arrived (to my annoyance) but I was also beginning to experience what I can only describe as shock. My mouth went completely dry, then filled with salt. I began to feel dizzy, feeling as though I was going to black out at any moment.

I hobbled to a wee bench and sat down, when I felt the heat come on. I began to overheat, and, realizing what was happening, began to shed my overcoat, and remove my bag from my shoulder in an attempt to keep cool so that I didn't pass out. I instantly became drenched in sweat. To whomever invented meditation, thank you, as I managed to talk myself out of completely coming unraveled and managed to get into my train when it arrived. I then hobbled to the place where I was to meet The Set and explained my condition to friends who pondered whether or not I should go to hospital. My hair was still damp from the heatwave I'd experienced, and I was shaking, to which I was treated to a bottle of juice and coos of worry.

In the end, I decided to 'tough it out', though I cannot in good conscience admit to not whining like a big baby all day. Before my second lecture, Regan and I went in search of a bathroom so we could determine the damage done to my leg. After finally finding a bathroom (a floor down and through a labrinth of hallways), we discovered, much to our annoyance, that it had a lock on it.

Nice.

So, we darted into a copy room, locked the door, where I dropped trow and examined my now very swollen leg. Only realizing after I got my trousers down, that with my leg swollen, I might have a considerable time getting my trousers back on.

I succeeded in fine style. However, my leg was puffy and red and what appeared to be a very large bruise was already beginning to form on the area that was 'attacked'.

It is still very tender and sore today, and the bruising is much more pronounced, though not quite as far along as I expected it to be by today. Along with the uncomfortable feeling of dull pain in my leg, I also have to endure the sniggers that accompany my answer to the question of 'what happened to your leg?' or 'why are you limping?'.

Yes. It was a turnstyle. It tried to keep me from my train and I tried to fight back and lost.

My fear of turnstyles has not diminished. I am loathe of the suckers and I cannot understand why turnstyles, which surely must also be a threat to toddlers and old ladies, are still in practice. There must be some other logical way of keeping people from stealing past without a ticket. I shall write a strongly worded letter to the King of Underground Turnstyles Department and insist that all turnstyles be severly punished for their crimes.

Turnstyles are the devil. They are the bane of my existance and must all be destroyed.

x

Posted by calima at 02:22 PM | Comments (3)

September 24, 2004

The Black Handbag

When I was in the US on holiday, my mom forced me (literally) to go through the tubs and bins of clothes and personal belongings that I have left at her house.

Depressing as it was, I managed to go through 3/4 of them before it overwhelmed me and I had to quit.

In one box, I found this black handbag, which I haven't used in ages. If you know me at all, you'll know that I don't carry black handbags. I like colours, I like wild, I like funky, I like having a chinese take-out box as a handbag. So, this black number just wasn't me. But it's a handy little bag to have around just in case you're going some place where anything other than a black handbag would just be tacky, rude or disrespectful. Since I retired the bag long, long ago (back when I was getting into the trendier bags), it had only been used on special occasions.

Luckily for me, I hadn't had to attend an event like that in a long while, and hopefully wouldn't for some time. So, I thought, Ok, calima, you never use this handbag (thankfully). You should throw it out. So I put it in the pile of things that was going to the Goodwill and washed my hands of the matter.

Not a week later, I had to dig the handbag out of the pile.

When I packed up my suitcases to come back to the UK, I looked at the black handbag and pondered whether I should bring it or not. I never have to use it. But I didn't think too long on the matter, and for whatever reason, I decided to toss it in my suitcase. Since then, it's sat in my closet, gathering dust. Until today, that is, when it once more will emerge from retirement.

I don't think I'll ever get rid of this bag.

Posted by calima at 10:47 AM | Comments (6)

September 21, 2004

Oh shut up

So I'm sitting here writing a mean blog entry directed at the studio execs who were complaining about cable networks crashing the Emmy's, when I realized I had crashed my entire argument, myself.

That's just like me.

If people really want to complain about something regarding the split between network TV and cable TV, then complain about the nominations for each category, not the fact that cable shows are nominated which 'two thirds' of the country doesn't have access to.

Take, for instance, the category for Directing for a Comedy Series. The nominees are:

Now, who do you think is going to win? (Shhh...those of you who know, just keep quiet a second).

Are they seriously trying to convince us that there weren't any other comedy shows out there last season for which the directing should be recognized? That three episodes of Curb Your Enthusiasm is the best that TV had to offer?

Really?

And that Sex and the City, which also has a different director for each episode, was only nominated once, not for any particular episode, but for the series as a whole, while they're doling out nominations for single episodes of Curb your Enhusiasm ?

Really?

Curb your Enthusiasm, despite the odds, actually did not win that category. Arrested Development did. (Hurrah for Fox, barely edging past HBO!)

Now, let's move on to another category.

Writing for a Drama Series. The nominees are:

Now before I begin this particular rant I will concede two things: 1. I like The Sopranos. No...I LOVE the Sopranos. It should be a testament to my objectivity that they're not immune to my rant today. And 2. I'm a writer. So, yes, I would like to be recognized individually if I wrote a particularly moving episode.

HOWEVER: Are they seriously telling me that there was no other writing out there that could have rivalled four episodes of The Sopranos (keep in mind that I love the Sopranos)? That writing this season was so poor that instead of anyone else having a sliver of a chance, they practically gave the entire category to The Sopranos?

Where have all the writers gone? Have they all been hired up by HBO? (well, I haven't, so there's still some of us out here in poverty...)

Who do you think won that category? Go on...take a wiiiiiild guess.

Oh! It was the Sopranos! Colour me surprised! By the look of the nominations, I really thought it was going to be a squeaker!!! [/sarcasm]

(in case you wonder, it was the Long Term Parking episode that won).

Now before you all go off on me about how individuals should be nominated for individual work, let me just point out to you that I have no problem with that. As a writer, I'd love to be recognized (for anything really) for my individual contribution to a series.

But how is it fair that the entire series of Deadwood is nominated, whilst single episodes of The Sopranos are nominated? And what about when Aaron Sorkin isn't the teleplay writer for an episode of The West Wing? Where's the medal there?

I just want to know who thinks that's at all fair. And why, if it's so fair, they think that viewership of the Emmy's should actually be up this year.

I'm sitting here now trying to think of an alternative: more nominations per category...perhaps more categories. Perhaps separate categories for cable and tv. Or perhaps an entire awards show just for cable *coughcableaceawardscough*. And all I have been able to come up with is this:

award shows are just wrong.

That's me done.

x

Posted by calima at 10:58 AM | Comments (1)

September 20, 2004

heh

Ripped off from Bill

You like it fast and strong and you drink for one reason: to get piss-ass drunk!
Congratulations!! You're a shot of some good old
hard liquor!


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Posted by calima at 01:47 PM | Comments (4)

September 17, 2004

hilarious

I'm sorry but this is the funniest thing I have read in a long time...

You must read this:

Luminati: Attack Squirrel

Posted by calima at 01:00 PM | Comments (1)

Reason number 187 of why I carry my camera with me

I love Glasgow.

On the way to work this morning, I saw a few guys who were obviously out of their element.

How many people can say they ran into Stormtroopers on their way to work?

Glasgow Rocks.

And this is why I carry my camera everywhere.

x

Posted by calima at 11:06 AM | Comments (8)

September 16, 2004

mingin'

I've learned a lot of words here in Glasgow....lots of slang. I remember writing an email to a friend back in the States informing him of all the differences in language.

cookie = biscuit
biscuit = yorkshire pudding
fries = chips
chips = crisps

etc etc.

I was talking to the Irish girl downstairs about all the different phrases we've learned and had to 'unlearn' when we went back home to visit.

One of my favourite words I learned is 'mingin' ' To say that I don't have any idea what this word means would be incorrect. It just has a lot of meanings, and you can use it to describe nearly anything that is foul.

Dirty dishrag that smells = mingin'
drunk person = mingin'
puke on the sidewalk = mingin'
dirty anything = mingin'

There's a girl I work with at the theatre who says 'pure mingin' ', which I find to be a bit of an oxymoron. (Just a 'bit' of an oxymoron...not a complete oxymoron). Pure mingin'.

Yeah, so I was out last night wi' mah friends and I was pure mingin' I was like 'at [makes a face]

So, I've picked up some other phrases round here. 'You's' for one. As in See yous later if you're talking to more than one 'you'.

'sorry' is one of those that means the same and is spelled the same, but is just pronounced differently. Now...I can spell it 'sorry' and you colonials will pronounce it how it's spelled. But here, it's pronounced (similar to) 'soddy'. Not quite a roll of the 'R' but close. Say it out loud: Soddy.

Another I've had to get used to hearing (but not saying) is 'hen'. Older women, I find, especially will call a younger girl 'hen'. As in That's alright, hen. The first time I heard it, I was a bit taken aback. Pardon me? Did you just call me a hen? It's an endearment...or close to it. Nothing to be offended by.

Often time you'll hear people talking about their 'mates'. i.e. Friends. I can honestly say that I don't use this word often, if at all. I used it once a long time ago (a year ago?) and I sounded like such an arse when I said it that I haven't been able to bring myself to say it again.

Arse is a lovely word and should be used frequently. You'll also get a few giggles from those around you if you say it with your American accent.

And that concludes our language lesson for today.

See yous later.

x

Posted by calima at 01:21 PM | Comments (2)

September 15, 2004

and then geekyness ensued

So, this morning, I'm reading through my friends' journals and I see that Adrock has detected a very large storm and is watching it via radar and via his garage.


I miss storms. Uk is so boring when it comes to weather. It's all the same. There's rarely any lightning, or thunder. I miss it! I want a thunderstorm!

*whine*

So, Adrock and I are currently watching the radar together and he's on AIM giving me a 'play by play' of the storm as it happens.

I'm sitting here in my office with the sun shining in, getting all jealous that there's something exciting going on halfway across the world and I don't get to see it.

Say it with me: adrock needs a webcam

Anyhow, for those of you who wondered what my office looks like...

Note the essentials: coffee, coca-cola and a plate of cookies ;)

(Also note the rare ray of sunshine streaming in.)
x

EDIT: I have to include this just to show how geeky adrock and I are being at this very moment. (thanks adrock..)

ledhazard: tell you what you OUGHT to do
ledhazard: is get your amateur radio license and learn morse code
ledhazard: then you can listen in to the skywarn traffic here via radio halfway around the world
ledhazard: well that's the hard way
ledhazard: I guess you could also listen via realaudio

Posted by calima at 11:00 AM | Comments (4)

September 14, 2004

dammit, oprah

Oprah's Fully Loaded Giveaway (washingtonpost.com)

I remember (when I used to watch oprah) that I always always wanted to be on the Christmas show, where she goes through all the hot new christmas gifts for the year becuase the studio audience got one of nearly everything she pimped on that show.

And I mean they got some good shit, too.

And now it's cars. Where was she 3 years ago when I was puttering around in my beat up ole Ford Escort?!

I love this quote: '"I'm so excited about today's season premiere my heart is palpitating!"'

Yes, Oprah. Your heart is palpitating. That's what it does. It palpitates. If it weren't palpitating, quite frankly, you'd be dead.

Good day.

x

Posted by calima at 11:23 AM | Comments (7)

Word up, G

I have G Mail invites if anyone wants one. Leave a comment or email me.

Horrid day yesterday. Work was ok, except that the stupid windows don't close all the way and the heat isn't to be turned on until Oct 1. I don't know what country our maintenance man thinks we live in, but we live in the UK and in the UK it gets bloody cold bloody early in the season.

At any rate, I froze all day, went home and wrapped up in a large sweatshirt, comfy socks and pajama bottoms and watched telly while my laundry whirled and swirled in soapy tumbles. I couldn't wait until it was done and ended up going to bed early.

This morning, I got my glasses fixed (woo!). I think they broke at the end of term before summer. I also got a diary today (that's a day planner to you colonials). I completely double-booked my job at the tron for next week. I told a girl I'd work for her for two days, and it turns out I'm already working. So, I broke down and bought a diary today so I can keep track from now on.

I have scarfed down my bagel and I wish I still had some of it left. It was delicious and satisfying but not filling. Hmm.

x

Posted by calima at 11:03 AM | Comments (4)

September 13, 2004

Betcher bottom dollar

It is positively baltic in my office. I am wearing my coat. This is sooo not nice.

I have a meeting with my advisor today and enrollment is the 22nd. I just now realized that 22nd is next week and not ages away like I previously thought. Logically, the 22nd is about a week after the 13th (which is today), but in my messed up little mind it was another couple of weeks away.

Wishful thinking I suppose.

It's not as though I'm not looking forward to going back to Uni. I am. But, I'm just enjoying making money at the moment, that I realize that a huge cut in income will occur when I go back. I like money.

I made a new friend the other day who is a year above me. She's offered to lend me her books so i don't have to buy them this year, which will majorly cut down on my book expenses. Bless.

drokka, there's a wee moot this week...when you gettin' your flight over? ;)

x

Posted by calima at 11:27 AM | Comments (2)

September 10, 2004

I need a vacation

I seriously need to get out of town. I don't want to worry anymore about money, Uni, friends, boyfriend, people -I -don't -know -who -talk -about -me -behind -my -back, journals, forums, fandom, cats-kittens-dogs-hamsters-fish, cleaning the flat, cooking, jeans, shoes, reading lists, laundry or my hair.

If I could just live the life of J-Lo for one day, where I don't have to do anything becuase I have scores of people to do it all for me. If I could just lie on a beach, with a horrible book, not get sunburned, and look good in a bikini, while some waiter named Guido brings me little drinks with little umbrellas in them. Oh, and some fresh fruit, too.

Just for one day. Ok, maybe 2.

Hello? God of Vacation? Win me an all-expenses paid trip for one to exotic *somewhere*. Please.

Ta.

x

Posted by calima at 11:57 AM | Comments (5)

September 09, 2004

multitasking queen

Multitask is my middle name. I know, I know...I've said before that it was 'sarcasm'. My full name is calima multitask sarcasm.

Heh.

Have I ever told you how much I love Firefox? If not, I LOVE Mozilla Firefox. I love being able to have as many tabs as I want open, without crowding my Start bar. That's a major pet peeve of mine.

Anyhow, Firefox lets me multitask like a demon! I love it.

The only thing that I don't like is that it's not too keen on Java. So, to go to chat, I have to open an IE browser. But I don't go all that often, so it isn't really an issue.

Anyhow, I've been taken off the task of phoning everyone in new york city, and am now back to websites. Yipee! (Work) Life does not suck today as much as it did yesterday.

I had a ham and cheese foccacia for lunch today. It was delicious. However, the problem with focaccia, (the same problem with bagels) is that the bread is so tough that the roof of my mouth gets all scratched. I realized about halfway through it that I was trying to tear off pieces with my back teeth like a midieval Lord. I'm sure I looked all dainty and girly. (Reminder: middle name = sarcasm)

Last night my sweetheart made me a lovely supper. I couldn't tell you what it was called, but it was delicious. I love when he tries out new recipes on me. He spoiles me, truly.

No kitty for me today. But there is a review up on HC Reviews. Along with a hilarious review that hurtling17 did. Made me laugh, that.

Take it easy today. It's pretty bright out, so make sure you have your shades on!

x


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Posted by calima at 03:08 PM | Comments (3)

September 08, 2004

We were on a break!


I realize that this is the 3rd Friends reference in a row, but this time, I'm not quoting Friends. I'm quoting Loki, who absolutely meant the phrase in its truest meaning.

Well, I thought it was funny anyway.

Loki and I had good drinks last night and good conversation. I had a moment where I totally reverted to Junior High, but after we got that out of the way, I believe I returned to my normal self.

Fun though...being in Jr High again. Just for a moment.

Today I'm a bit annoyed at my job. Just becuase I'm doing something completely different than my job description (if there is such a thing). I have to make phone calls to random people, and, honestly, I'd rather shove my hand down my own throat until I vomit.

Anyhow, now I feel just plain weird...like the universe is unbalanced somewhere. I don't like that feeling, and I want it to go away. Now.

Also, not that anyone has to do anything for my benefit, but could everyone just stop getting cute puppies and kittens and hamsters? I'm having a hard time fighting off the urge to get a kitty. It's like smoking around a smoker. Eating chocolate around a diabetic. Drinking around an alcoholic. Really. It's awful. I'm like in my own personal hell over here.

No, it's not jealousy. It's want.

Ok...now I'm going to drag my pathetic arse off of this thing before I succeed in alienating everyone who hasn't been alienated yet.

Ha. ha. ha.

x

(I still love you puppy/kitten/hamster parents. You just don't know how lucky you are.)

Posted by calima at 03:30 PM | Comments (7)

September 07, 2004

Hey, I'm Chandler! Could I BE more bored?

I am so bored. bored bored bored.

Borrrring.

I think it's becuase of the hecticity of yesterday's events. Or something. Whatever. Today is boring.

Of course it's boring, Calima! you say. It's Tuesday! Nothing exciting ever happens on a Tuesday! It isn't Monday, so there's nothing to complain about. Wednesday is exciting becuase it's the middle of the week (though OJ and I beg to difffer) Thursday's cool becuase only one day left til Friday. And Friday? Well, silly, that's the end of the work week!

*whine* But why isn't there anything cool on Tuesday?

Ummm...well...CSI is on tonight!

Well, that's great, but I'm talking about now. Right now. Now Now NOW.

*silence*

Ok...Ok...I realize I'm talking to myself again. Actually, I'm not talking to myself. I'm talking to you. But I'm putting words in your mouth becuase you're not really talking back. And I just might be bored enough to talk to myself and pretend it's you talking to me back.

But you're not.

And now I am officially a freak.

Well...maybe not a freak. But perhaps a bored freak.

There. That's better.

*hurryupwednesdaythursdayandfriday*

x

Posted by calima at 05:30 PM | Comments (2)

OMG, I LOVE this song!

I have a feeling that all of my entries this week are going to be in the 'sleepy' category, for the simple reason that I am totally dragging this week.

Americans, it's not easy working here on Labor Day. I didn't know it was labor day (admittedly) and I wondered where everyone was. Except for drokka, becuase I know she was online all day, and I had to ask her if she was skipping work or something.

It was a really weird day yesterday. I called someone I've never met to let her know not to panic and that everything would be fine. I called Loki and arranged to meet up for a drink tonight. And then a random forum member msged me and asked me if I was the same Calima that had this blog. I never realized I was so famous!

Ok, I'm not really famous, it was just a coincidence. But, an odd day nevertheless.

And before I go off on a tangent about anything else, I must relay to you all about last night.

My friend Oj played a gig at the theatre last night, for an accoustic night. She was brilliant! I am so proud of her, I cannot even tell you. I know she's been stressing about this for weeks, but I tell you, last night, she rocked. And though she was nervous, I think she'd tell you that she had a great time rockin' out on stage.

And when she played Tom Waits, I shouted out, (in true calima/coney tradition) 'omg, I love this song!' I had to do it. I do love that song, but Coney and I...well...everyone, i guess...the guys we all hung out with, all would shout, 'omg, I love this song!' in our screechiest voices. It's a crowd mover, I tell ya.

Anyway, I was the only one that 'got it', but I didn't care. I just clapped along for my friend and beamed with pride.

Excellent work, Oj! You rock.

x

Posted by calima at 11:04 AM | Comments (6)

September 06, 2004

it's a howie day

I had a craving to hear some Howie Day this morning. So I did.

I love my iPod.

I am wearing shoes that hurt my feet. They (my feet) still have not recovered from the time that I went walking across Glasgow with Oj. I thought they'd be over it by now, but they're starting to complain, which is annoying.

I have decided that my mom will not be getting her birthday card this year becuase of cost. After shopping for an hour on Saturday trying to find her a perfect card, I finally found a Hallmark card that made me a bit teary. (damn that hallmark). It was perfect for mom. I took it up to the register to pay for it and planned to go to the post office to mail it right away.

However, when I found out that it was £6 (that's $12USD) it found itself back on the shelf where I found it.

How in the world can they possibly get away with such an expensive card?! It should at least have a gift certificate on it or something to cost that much!

Geez.

x

Posted by calima at 11:20 AM | Comments (0)

September 03, 2004

Friday, you tricked me

Went out for a drink last night which turned into four drinks, which turned into silly Cali.

It was so nice though.

Normally, a Friday would put me in a good mood just on the simple definition of being Friday, however, this 'today' is not going as I planned it.

I planned it, becase I am a strategist.

Dammit, Friday. I hate you today. Come back next week with a better attitude or you're fired!


Q: How do you walk in high heels and carry a coffee?
A: You don't.

And now I ask this question to everyone in America. I suspect Bill will be the one to answer. Not becuase the rest of you wouldn't know the answer, but he, for some reason, has a very long and detailed answer to everything.

My second guess is Adam.

Question: Is the Mini legal to drive in the U.S.?

The reason I ask is that Regan and I watched The Italian Job last weekend and I was pretty sure that you can't drive a Mini in the U.S. Especially not in Los Angeles or whereever they were in the movie.

If I'm incorrect in my assumption, I'll confess it. But I think I would have seen more Mini's around if they'd been legal.

If you want to take that test, you can go here.

Damn, there's a lot of links in this entry.

x

Posted by calima at 11:59 AM | Comments (6)

September 02, 2004

The one where we sent the food back


Met up with OJ and Pam last night at Friar Pub's. (it's not really named that, but in an attempt to be clever...oh nevermind...)

I had the mysterious pleasure of drinking Kronenbourg Blanc out of a champagne glass. (For those of you who don't know, Kronenbourg is a beer...so the irony is...oh nevermind)

How posh did I feel?

We moseyed over to another place to have some supper and in a pure life imitates art moment, Oj found a bigger-than-wee hair in her chicken penne pasta.

At this point, it turned into a game of 'Not it!' in reply to the question: Who's going to complain about this?

Oj: Not it!
Pam: Not it!
Me: Hell yes, I'll do it. Pass that plate over here.

And then in an act of true embarassement strike cowardice (hee!), Pam and Oj both disappeared to the loo, leaving me to contend with waitress, hair and penne pasta.

Now, normally I wouldnt' complain, but I've been taking lessons from Shaz on how to not put up with crap. She just explained to me the day before about how she sent back an order of chicken pasta (what is it with chicken pasta?) and got both her chicken pasta and the replacement cesear salad for free. I'm never that lucky.

So, I complained to the waitress. It wasn't so much complaining as it was gesturing to the hair. She gasps and wisks the plate away. I clap the dust off my hands and shine my fingernails on my top.

Tada! Oj and Pam emerge from the loo hesitantly. Yes...she's taking it off the bill and offering you a free drink.

As if Oj couldn't be more embarassed, the waitress comes back to apologize to Oj personally on behalf of the chef, and offer her the drink. Oj looks like she's about to climb under her chair and burrow her way out of the restaurant a la Bugs Bunny.

Lesson #1: Draw attention to restaurant mistakes and get a free drink.
Lesson #2 : Burrow under your chair and you'll have to pay a fine.
Lesson #3: Don't order chicken pasta ever. There's something wrong with it.

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September 01, 2004

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I have heard a distant rumour of a bagel shop.

Like a mythical beast, it has only been spotted by a very chosen few.

I shall seek out this 'shop' and I will find it.

I will find it.

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[Edit]

I found it! I fooooouuuunnnnd iiiiiiiiiit!!!!

They have EVERYTHING. (except the elusive onion bagel, but that can be overlooked).

They have different cheeses. They have different salads. They even have different tomatos (sundried or normal). And they have yellow mustard.

I think I peed a little.

Now I'm stuffed. I think I'll eat there tomorrow too. Bless!

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