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Tuesday, August 14, 2007
best quote of the night
while watching the Ellen Degeneres Show with mom:
M: Who's that?
N: Keane.
M: American?
N: British.
M: Oh! He looks like Potter!
bwhahahahahaha!!!
vs.
while watching the Ellen Degeneres Show with mom:
M: Who's that?
N: Keane.
M: American?
N: British.
M: Oh! He looks like Potter!
bwhahahahahaha!!!
vs.
Monday, August 06, 2007
a plan of august proportions
time is such a luxury--it's really the best gift you can give to anyone. and there is always something so decadent about a long weekend... an untethered monday, a weekday with a different ending, the world (or at least your immediate surroundings accessible by TTC) at your feet. but of course, the best laid plans do tend to go awry. there was so much i wanted to cram into the crevices of this long weekend, but could only manage about half of them. but i'm still quite satisfied, happily sunkissed and satiated with all of the happenings of the weekend.
i would just like to say, in this public blogosphere, a nice thank you to JK Rowling. You have single-handedly redefined the scope of children's publishing (and made the Queen quite envious of your millions of Muggle Galleons--dollaz, yo) and produced a series that will continue to draw readers, young and old. Also, I'd also like to say that the last book was a doozy. I was SO TIRED after reading it...tons of action, splintering plot lines...but it was all worth it, especially the epilogue.
Finally, i would just like to recount one little tidbit from my weekend. My brother, father and our handy Japanese exchange student Taku and I headed down to the Scarborough Ribfest on Sunday. Greeted with an onslaught of poorly designed polyester halter tops and shiny mullets, we managed to grab a table and chow down. I emerged as the winner as my beef ribs (size of my face!) were delectable, annihilating the paltry pork ribs Seiji and Taku had bought. Afterwards, as Taku, Seiji and I were dutifully fulfilling our Imperial duty of taking pictures while making the peace sign* my father suddenly jumped in front of a tall, pasty-looking Caucasian man, whose face was mottled with reddish-brown freckles.
"John Tory!" my father exclaimed joyfully.
"John Tory?!" I exclaimed confused, for he looked nothing like his Legislative Assembly picture:
He really shouldn't leave home without his cracked-out-90s-party-kid--how else is the voting public going to recognize him? So obviously, Mr. Tory realizing his entourage gaffe was thoroughly impressed with my father's deduction. He quickly shook my father's hand in feverish admiration and possibly indigestion (there were baked beans there, people!). My father quickly hustled Mr. Tory into a picture with Taku (only the second politician to have done so this weekend, the first being David "I know i should raise taxes but won't" Miller). It all happened so quickly, but it was a truely touching moment.
It was only after Mr. Tory had walked a few steps away did my father announce loudly that he wasn't impressed with John's handshake--"too weak." ick! well that does it. i was totally going to vote PC this next election, but now, forget it!**
and such was the long weekend that was august. muggles, roll out.
*the peace sign is a Japanese version of the smoke signal. in this situation, we were frantically signalling to our kin across the ocean that we were scared the elvis impersonators would suck out our souls and make us join forces with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Wait a sec....
** being sarcastic. blue=barf. i'd wear an orange tie to work everyday if it would bring me closer to olivia and jack. you would think the orange NDP headband attenae would be enough. sigh.
time is such a luxury--it's really the best gift you can give to anyone. and there is always something so decadent about a long weekend... an untethered monday, a weekday with a different ending, the world (or at least your immediate surroundings accessible by TTC) at your feet. but of course, the best laid plans do tend to go awry. there was so much i wanted to cram into the crevices of this long weekend, but could only manage about half of them. but i'm still quite satisfied, happily sunkissed and satiated with all of the happenings of the weekend.
i would just like to say, in this public blogosphere, a nice thank you to JK Rowling. You have single-handedly redefined the scope of children's publishing (and made the Queen quite envious of your millions of Muggle Galleons--dollaz, yo) and produced a series that will continue to draw readers, young and old. Also, I'd also like to say that the last book was a doozy. I was SO TIRED after reading it...tons of action, splintering plot lines...but it was all worth it, especially the epilogue.
Finally, i would just like to recount one little tidbit from my weekend. My brother, father and our handy Japanese exchange student Taku and I headed down to the Scarborough Ribfest on Sunday. Greeted with an onslaught of poorly designed polyester halter tops and shiny mullets, we managed to grab a table and chow down. I emerged as the winner as my beef ribs (size of my face!) were delectable, annihilating the paltry pork ribs Seiji and Taku had bought. Afterwards, as Taku, Seiji and I were dutifully fulfilling our Imperial duty of taking pictures while making the peace sign* my father suddenly jumped in front of a tall, pasty-looking Caucasian man, whose face was mottled with reddish-brown freckles.
"John Tory!" my father exclaimed joyfully.
"John Tory?!" I exclaimed confused, for he looked nothing like his Legislative Assembly picture:
He really shouldn't leave home without his cracked-out-90s-party-kid--how else is the voting public going to recognize him? So obviously, Mr. Tory realizing his entourage gaffe was thoroughly impressed with my father's deduction. He quickly shook my father's hand in feverish admiration and possibly indigestion (there were baked beans there, people!). My father quickly hustled Mr. Tory into a picture with Taku (only the second politician to have done so this weekend, the first being David "I know i should raise taxes but won't" Miller). It all happened so quickly, but it was a truely touching moment.
It was only after Mr. Tory had walked a few steps away did my father announce loudly that he wasn't impressed with John's handshake--"too weak." ick! well that does it. i was totally going to vote PC this next election, but now, forget it!**
and such was the long weekend that was august. muggles, roll out.
*the peace sign is a Japanese version of the smoke signal. in this situation, we were frantically signalling to our kin across the ocean that we were scared the elvis impersonators would suck out our souls and make us join forces with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Wait a sec....
** being sarcastic. blue=barf. i'd wear an orange tie to work everyday if it would bring me closer to olivia and jack. you would think the orange NDP headband attenae would be enough. sigh.
