Ladies and gentlemen, do I ever have a treat for all of you!
Feast your eyes and ears on this majesty:
IT’S GUNS ‘N ROSES ON THE GUZHENG.
Holy smokes.
So, in my former life (a when I actually had time to sit down and troll ridiculous things on the interwebs) I used to come across lots of cool and irreverent videos, and enjoy parcelling them out to friends and families in the form of facebook posts or late night e-mails.
(Seriously, I always tell people that I have both an MA in Political Science as well as an MA in YouTube, what with the amount of time I spent surfing this website during my time in grad school.)
Now, I have to get my cool stuff from the radio (re: listening to As it Happens betwixt the hours of six and eight on CBC Radio 1) when I am careening about from one post-work activity to the next.
URG I’M SORRY DUDES.
I totally don’t want to be that girl who just talks about how busy she is all the live long day.
It’s just that I am.
I am so that girl.
And the crazy thing?
Even when I try not to be busy – when I put real effort into streamlining my life, and make a conscious effort to take on less extracurricular activities, it doesn’t seem to make a darn difference.
Not one iota.
In the words of the immortal Liz Lemon: What the what?
How is this even possible?!
Anyways, I’ve had my mini-rant, and I’m not going to mention it again (for at the very least the next week and a half.)
And if I do, it is totally your prerogative to call me on my crap. There are just way too many fantastic, funny, and fundamentally freaky thing going on in the world these days, and I need remember that my exhaustion meter ranks about 0.1 on the importance scale.
Coolcoolcool?
Cool.
So what else has been happening?
Well, Breaking Bad finally ended.
(Finally broke?)
Marc and I watched the series finale last Sunday night, and then spent a good couple of hours dissecting the episode (and the show as a whole – as we were wont to do after the majority of season five episodes.)
Do any of you cats watch the show?
I honestly think it is the best thing I have ever watched in my entire life.
(Yes, even better than The Wire.)
OH YEAH. I SAID IT.
I’ve also been reading a lot of Voltaire and listening to Franz Ferdinand’s newest album on repeat like a maniac.
THAT BAND IS MY VINCE GILLIGAN OF MUSIC.
Phew.
This post is a veritable dog’s breakfast of topics, is it not?
And in that vein, I want to end with a memory:
The year is 1998. I am twelve years old and I am in grade seven. As a newly pubescent human being, I am cognisant of the existence of the male sex, but mostly just think that all the boys in my class are weird, smelly, idiots.
Despite this, I still desperately want all of them to fall in love with me.
The fact that I am approximately seven to ten inches taller than all of them further complicates things.
My favourite outfit consists of a tight long sleeved black shirt that has a red and white stripe running across the chest (a hand-me-down from my older sister), levi blue jeans (!!!) and red Doc Martin boots (purchased after saving up eleven months of my allowance money.)
One spring night, my mum asks me if I want to go see a movie with her.
What movie? I inquire.
Les Miserables, she responds.
Sure, I say. Why not?
We walk to the Varsity movie theatre, just up the street from where we live. We buy popcorn and drink water.
My immediate reaction to the start of the film is that I have never before seen a man like Liam Neeson.
Watching him on the screen makes me feel a weird and shirty.
It’s a sensation I’ve never before felt.
And I kind of like it.
When we leave I try and nonchalantly tell my mum that I think the guy playing Jean Valjean is very handsome.
She nods and agrees with me.
He’s definitely nothing like any of the boys in my class, I think.
And probably taller than me too.
…
So that’s all friends!
Happy Friday to each and every one of you.
I wish for you all the love.
And all the weird, shirty feelings you can handle!
Rant and Roll 
“Shirty”? That’s a new one for me. What exactly is a “shirty feeling”?
Shirty is where you get all hot, but also clammy, and whatever you’re wearing just feels all oversized and scratchy. And you act all twitchy and off-kilter. (At least, that’s my definition!) :)
well i imagine (I CAN’T SEE WHAT I’M TYPING!)
Lol!
It’s like (I imagine) if much or most or many or a lot of your life has been regular clockwork gears/mechanisms/springs intertwining interchanging meshing sumwhut meticulously, like, you know, clockwork, and NOW the mechanizmz have separated, somewhat, and you’re, to a larger degree than before, between things. the freee-asssociatingness is allowed out of the barn to freely graze in the pastyer. heads spin, a little more spinningly. a snippet of my life twirls through (thru’ WHAT?!) and I remember a shaft of light in kindergarten heavy with dust motes, the sound dampened, kids in hallowe-en costumes, it’s all over, and next the avenue widens and the earth’s population is doubled, nay, tripled, and the school is gone, and
Methinks you’ve got a touch of the Pychon in you!
(And yet, beautiful!)
Dog’s Breakfast of Topics – ha! – love that – you come up with some pretty cool sayings!!! I hear you sister because I have been on some emotional, feelings highway from heck lately myself – try to see the good and the positive through it all though:) I think sometimes you just have to wade through the you know what to get to the good stuff in your life!!! Have a Great Week:)
Haha, it’s totally one of my favourite sayings! Not quite the lovely visual though…is it?
Thanks so much for the lovely comment (AS ALWAYS) and I apologize for being so, so bad for keeping up with answering. I don’t know where my life has slipped away too! Yikes!