Unicorns

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New Hair

I swear, there are not many things better than a brand new hair cut and spiffy new hair colour. But, unfortunately, due to legal restrictions, you can't see it unless you come to Canada.
That is part of Vancouver new tourism campaign. "Come to Vancouver, Canada, see Shellswicks' hair...What colour is it NOW??"


In honour of my new hair colour, today's blog post features colours that are in my hair.

Suduwho??

Okay, where the fuck was I when Sudoku became the air we breathe? Was I away the day EVERYONE was taught how to do this? Can anyone do it or do you have to be certified? Or just certifiable? LIFE IS TOO SHORT TO PUT NUMBERS INTO LINES FOR FUN! It just is. So, quit it.

A Birthday Tribute

Hemhemehem...You nice and you like beer. You play arcade games and are funny. You like MST3K and have a bird. You draw good and make good chili. You make Tater Tot casserole and have a brother named Fred. HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEE!

City Livin'

My Fabulous boss was in town this week and despite the VIOLENT flu I had at the beginning of the week, I managed to feel better in time to take him out on Thursday night. As he is Fabulous and knows other Fabulous folks in Van, I don't usually have to (or get to, depending how annoyed with him I am) "entertain" him when he is here. But, as I have abandoned my postion forcing him to actually do his job and hire someone, I asked for an evening of his time to show him my city.
I love my soon-to-be adopted city, but at the moment, my Seattle experiences are limited to time spent with my excellent friends and their hangouts. Which rock. But, I don't have the insider info yet. I don't know secrets about it yet. But I will damnit! However, Van, I got. I know it. I know secrets. Even not so secret secrets.
When I first hooked up with equally excellent "gang" (16 days to Magic Time incidently), we had a little routine. We would drive out to UBC and rescue Stevo from his upsetting dorm room and venture downtown. We would go to Stephos, stand in line for 45 mins or so, killing ourselves with our wit and scandlous talk, have an amazing greek meal, ogle hot waiters, then walk over to Robson and chill and go to HMV to exchange old cd's. We are older now and cooler and know better things to do so we haven't done that tour for a long, long time (well, HMV changed it's return policy anyway so it could never be the same).
BUT...when I was thinking of what to do with Andrew, who is perpetually on a "lose those last fill-in-the-blank pounds" diet, I decided what he really needed was shite loads of carbs, hence, greek!
And his hotel was on Robson. So we parked there and walked over and stood in line, killed ourselves with our wit and scandolous converstation, had an amazing greek meal, ogled hot waiters, then walked back over to Robson and, well, I stood in the cold while he smoked, but all in all, fairly similar. And the best part of all, besides work gossip and cocktails, it cost $45. And we drank. And had appies. FORTY-FIVE DOLLARS!!! Where else can that happen?!?! I love you Stepho, who ever you are. And I love Vancouver. But, I am ready for a long-distance relationship with it. I am good at those.
What I don't know is, is it weird that my boss knows my bra size now?

Traveling

I really do like to travel. Honest. But I hate traveling for business. I am forced to join the ranks of a breed of human so contemptible, I find it hard not to spit on them...they are the BUSINESS DUDES. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. No one cares that you have a Blackberry. No one cares if Janet screwed up the TPS reports. No one cares that Jim is meeting you for racquet ball after the meeting. No one likes your shoes. Your kids don't care that you will be home on Friday so be good for Mommy. Mommy hates you and has been poisoning them against your never-at-home ass. And if you travel so much, how come you never remember to take the $3billion worth of nickels out of your pocket? And never remember to take off your coat or take out your stoopid laptop until the poor man at the security reminds you? And why do you have to be so mean to him anyway? Not his fault you are a prick. And when you travel with your female co-workers, slow the hell down. She has to wear those heels so you have to look her in the eye, the least you could do is not force her to run. Asshole. I hate you.

Awkward

So...it has been one week at the Casa De Familia. Admittedly, I was out of town for 4 of the 7 days but still, an adequate amount of time has passed to be sort of back in a family routine. My sister and I have already had 3 fights over the bathroom, I have been forced to eat food I didn't like at a time I wasn't hungry because it was deemed "Lunch Time" by those who decide such things, and I have already had my personal space invaded by EVERY SINGLE person living in this house. But, it is oddly comforting...I guess...in a way...Oh well. I can use all the money I am saving in rent on therapy. Thank Vishnu for the silver lining.