Thursday, February 28, 2013

Okay, thanks, now I'm.......a little scared?

I find this funny in a spooky, unsettling way. I think the embryonic human embedded in a tomato might be scare tactics...don't really want to ask what the connection might be between those two. Anybody know?

Friday, February 22, 2013

Still sick but at least keeping myself entertained.

Google has a cool doodle today - Edward Gorey's 88th birthday! Remember the Gashlycrumb Tinies? Ooooh, I miss Sandy! We used to love that book. It cracked us up, no end.

Edward Gorey's 88th Birthday

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

A Valid Lifestyle Choice

I don't know if it's my age or if it's my family situation - I have kids so am a little less free in some respects - but in the last couple of years I've noticed a weird trend. I'll be chatting with a friend and she'll say something like "Any plans for the weekend?"

I launch into an excited recitation of all the great stuff I've got lined up, and then there's usually a surprised pause, followed by a polite "Oh!"

These conversations always end up with a weird vibe, so I discreetly asked around, and it seems that any of the following doesn't constitute big plans for the weekend:

- "Making pizza on Friday night, then watching Buffy in my jammies."
- "Doing laundry and making cinnamon buns."
- "...stay at home, maybe rent a movie"
- "Sitting - at home - knitting and listening to podcasts"
- "On Saturday, I'm going to bring a cup of coffee back to bed where I plan to play Freecell on my iPod until the battery is completely drained."
- "Grooming the dog"
- "At home, not getting dressed until Monday. If then."
- "I'm definitely taking a shower at some point."

But these particular people really seem to disrespect my plans. Weird, right?

I guess since their weekends are full of things like winter camping, concerts, half-marathons, mechanical-bull-riding, back-country-ski/camp/summit-climbing, remote fishing lodges, and trips to beautiful beachfront whatnots, maybe their bar is set a little higher than mine.

So, what do you guys think constitutes "plans for the weekend"?

Tuesday, February 05, 2013

Pingin' and Pongin'

Milos, serving up a paella of punishment.

The trip was amazing. SO great! I went to Fluevog and came away very happy, clutching a large box. Mr HSBoots went to a tennis store and came away mildly happy, clutching a smaller box. We both went to the Davis Cup and came away EXTREMELY happy, having seen one of those satisfying moments in sports, wherein the underdog grabs the overdog, lifts him high over his head, and body-slams him down onto the field (in this case, court).

Have you heard? ("Do you care?" would maybe be a better question.) Canada trounced Spain in the Davis Cup of tennis. TENNIS. To put it in perspective for you, picture Spain trouncing Canada in hockey.

One of the funniest, and saddest, things I've ever seen was the Spanish team, who were hanging over the boards of the court, staring in disbelief as their guy, ranked 34th in the world, got spanked - hard - by our guy, 151st in the world. They looked so sad...I wished they'd perk up and at least TRY to help their teammate with better body language: they were projecting defeat, big time. The guy in the seat next to me remarked, hilariously, "Maybe they're jet-lagged. They need a siesta." Here they are:
"Theeess sucks."

I couldn't even get a picture of our man Frank Dansevic - he wouldn't stop moving. He was so aggressive, his energy was so high - it made you feel full-blooded just watching him play. I wanted to bounce up and down on the soles of my feet, swinging a racquet.

At one point, the Spanish player (Granollers) deflated. I think this was the moment when the truth sank in...that the Canadian was not "getting lucky points". In fact, our Frank was having the game of his life and he, Granollers, was thoroughly outplayed.

He walked over to his coach and this happened:

"I don't wanna play anymore."

which I have to say was a pitiable moment (I did sincerely pity the poor man, who had come to Vancouver certain of victory) but was also a hilarious one. It was the kind of photo that I'd have tweeted, if I was a tweeting type.

Video highlights...I'm smug to see the BIG media didn't work the towel shot in! I should have sent it to them.