More UFO’s

Today we’re saying goodbye to Deuteronomy, our family cat we’ve had since I was a girl. He was a real sweetheart, who was Sky’s companion and put up with a lot of mauling without ever scratching her. He made everybody love him, even if he had to run in front of strangers and roll around showing his tummy. He will be terribly missed. He’s being euthanized today because his kidney’s are failing and he’s probably in pain but he’s really dignified so he’s been trying not to show it. I’m glad he’s going when he’s still feeling a little better, it’s awful to euthanize a much loved pet after they’ve gone totally downhill and are miserable.

I’m STILL not smoking. I had a dream about smoking recently, there was a cigarette rolled from butts and I was like “ooh, I’ll smoke that later.” (yes I know that’s gross) I woke up in a panic that I had broken my quit, but it was all a dream. I’m starting to go through more smoking triggers in my life, but none of them have seriously pushed me into bumming a smoke. And I like that I smell nice again, and my cough is going away. And I find it really funny that after my theory that no girls were macking on me because I was a smoker, seems to be true since I kissed someone two weeks after quitting! That’s reason enough to quit.

Right, the UFO’s. Okay, SO, my friend Laurel and I went out on Friday night driving at around 11:30 – 1am. She told me there have been more and more sightings of UFO’s and strange lights at these times, particularily on the east side of the city. Sure enough, we saw blue lights slowly come down from the sky, and a triangular craft flew by us then went over 8th street, this huge craft with lights along the side kind of lighting up in this pattern. I wasn’t NEARLY so scared as the last time, altough we both did get terrified when we saw some of the blue ships get really close to the ground. If anyone wants to see UFO’s, go out around 11;30 or 12;00. Go to the east side and drive around. Remember to check out Diefenbaker park and Cranberry Flats. Be prepared to drive away fast. And remember that blue ships have a reputation for having beams.

Firefox Browser Needed

I figured out why Safari was being an asswipe about showing my blog. Apparently now Mac users need to use Mozilla to see my blog. Crap! Sooooo, I am going to work on getting this freakin’ blog back to some semblance of normality. And then I have to fix the trap in my sink, it’s clogged and gross. In the meantime, here is the now infamous gay kiss in the video game Bully. It’s pretty cute.

Stupid upgrade

Blogger is “upgrading” to something more fancy and so forth. So like an idiot I upgraded, even though this is so beta that it’s delta. Anyway, it looks like crap, and I can’t cut and paste posts anymore or they turn into crap, and no one can see the archives. SAD!!! So yes, this is my acknowledgement that obviously I have things to work on, and hopefully I will remember my html enough to whip this into a decent shape. Again.

No Grandkittens for You

Schrodinger is back from the vet sans testicles. I feel sorry forhim, he looks like he shaved his pubes and he’s running around the basement crying. He’s segregated from the other animals because they kept putting their noses into his bum. I hear him stomping around now. I will never have grandkittens now. And it kind of makes me sadbecause he’s so pretty, along with being a purry cuddly sweetheart(even though he was an asshole as a kitten and people actuallypredicted he would commit matricide).

I don’t really have much to write about, so I’m going to do one ofthose bouncy around link things. First off, I never thought I would be this impressed by a condom. Pronto is the fastest condom to put on and is made in South Africa. Really, you just have to watch the video. I warn you, it gets mesmerising, especially if you watch it over and over. It’s like, the perfect thing for back alley tricks, airplane bathrooms, etc. They still need to perfect a stealth condom for sex workers who get paid more for bareback oral. Obviously something like that can’t make a cracking sound.

I guess everyone has heard about Michael Richard’s racist explosion of monumental proportions. For anyone trying to find some good excuses for Kramer, check this shit out.

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Now check out his more subdued apology when he realizes he killed his career by being a white supremacist.http://www.youtube.com/v/EI5dGM_l9l8″>http://www.youtube.com/v/EI5dGM_l9l8″type\u003d”application/x-shockwave-flash” wmode\u003d”transparent” width\u003d”425″height\u003d”350″>

I actually laughed watching this, because I thought of all kinds of people being taken to task on their blind hatred of various groups of humans and acting like this. I mean, imagine Hitler apologizing onthe Late Show. “I’ll try to contain that rage I feel towards millions of people I killed.” Or Bush “I’m sorry that my hatred for Muslims lead me to destroy all hope of peace in the Middle East, obviously I’m not doing too well and there are things I need to work on.”

OMG! Someone sent me an email saying I cumm very quickly and without ANY control!!! The cheek! It sounds like I’m running around spurting on everything! Okay, any of my readers, do I look like the kind ofperson who runs around cumming without control? How can anyone live like that?

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I wouldn’t mind fur if someone wore it to my house like this

Well, I have now lost THREE posts to the nothingness of a crashed web browser. So let’s start over again.

I got my ears guaged up not one, not two, but THREE sizes today. I started out as a sixteen and went up to a ten. My earrings are ridiculously huge so that they can tug on my lobes and help me in my quest to get to 2g. I’m wanting to get tunnels in, and I am very excited about it. This is my first stretching since the piercing was done back in August, which healed completely well even though to be honest I didn’t give it much attention. Technically since I was going to get them stretched this much I should have gone for a dermal punch, but ugh, okay, that’s a bit too hardcore for me. Just the name itself, bleh. I’m hoping I can get my industrial done for the 1st of December. That will be fun. And I’m still wanting to get this biohazard tattoo. I found someone in town who does really good black work. I’ve decided I want to live in my body and be myself even if that means I won’t work in certain places. I’m even toying with the idea of getting a subtle facial tattoo, but I don’t know where or what.

I’m thinking my next earring in my stretch a thon is going to be talons, because they’re hot.

What else? Schrodinger is finally getting neutered, which is good because then he’ll match everyone else in the house. I am the only one with working reproductive organs, and I am not going to use mine.

Cree class is fun, I’m starting to be able to put together simple sentences. I need to practice a lot more though. My mum keeps telling me to practice with my Grampa, but he kind of intimidates me, especially when he effortlessly said 99 jugs of wine, which is a really long phrase in Cree. God, I’m glad I’ll never have to deal with a situation like that. Imagine, not only having to ask for 99 jugs of wine, BUT IN CREE!

God, I’m tired, I was going to say something else but now I am going to go to bed. I will endeavour to write a more interesting blog tomorrow. In the meantime, here’s some Sexy Marcia Youtube style, with a special shout out to someone else who could watch her walk around like this for hours.

Warm fuzzies

I’ve been wandering around all weekend with a gooney look on my face and am totally not sure if I should put it on this blog. Oh I guess I will, but no names. I kissed someone I liked ages and ages ago and it was really nice. It’s been a long time since I kissed a girl and I can see why I am so hooked. Women are just fuckin’ hot. And there’s some sweetness about being close to someone I panted after for so long when I was young, even if nothing else happens.

Considering the intense shit I am reading as part of my job, it’s nice to have this sweet interaction going on outside of it. I have all kinds of sexy happy thoughts bouncing through my brain and it’s making life seem really good. I guess life is good anyway. I really can’t complain, I have a job, I’m creative again, my animals are wonderful, and I know someone who makes me feel all warm when I hug her.

People, They Want to Touch Me!

I’ve been hanging out with some younger folks these days and it’s starting to make me feel old. Some people have never heard of the Montreal Massacre, or Oka!! But it’s the little things that surprise me. Recently I was yammering on about Nina Hagen to completely blank faces. OMG, no cultural reference at all. Nina Hagen! You know Nina Hagen.

My best friend and neighbor Lynn Hill, used to say “People! They want to touch me” when I would mention Nina in her company. It was a quote from a Nina Hagen interview.

I have already made my wishes clear that my funeral music should include Nina Hagen’s cover of My Way.

I always wanted to see her someday, and then on my Livejournal I found out a friend’s mother was hanging around with Nina that summer. Why Nina Hagen was spending the summer in Vancouver, I don’t know. Maybe Vancouver’s jaded enough to celebrities that people won’t want to touch her so much. My Livejournal friend (who I had yet to meet in person) was trying to meet the legendary German diva and of course I got all excited. We never did get to meet Nina, but we did do a bunch of drugs and then I necked with her, her boyfriend, and his girlfriend. Which seems like a fitting end to my Nina story.

And for those who STILL don’t know who Nina Hagen is, I present her cover of Ziggy Stardust, which I think is superior to Bowie’s. Enjoy.

Sexy Knob!

I finally bought the Griffin PowerMate USB Multimedia Controller. It’s a shiny aluminum knob with a glowing blue light beneath it. That doesn’t sound exciting. Okay, it’s a volume knob and a jog shuttle and a bazillion other things you want to program it to do. I’ve never seen anything so goddamn sexy in my life. I’ve ached and yearned for jog/shuttle ever since analogue pass over to the other side. Cramping your fingers over a mouse while you edit and cue video is so boring. And twirling around a knob is just sexy and fun. It’s preset to work with Final Cut Pro, but I have to install a gig of memory before I can start using that program. I hope to get a gig in this weekend, because I really want to edit at home. I’m like, the most meticulous slowest fussiest editor there is. Maybe it doesn’t seem like that, but that’s because I run out of time and/or money. So if I have all this gear at home, I don’t have to worry. Now I just need a HD monitor, a beefed up sound system, and maybe another harddrive, except I already have 250gb.

The knob rules.

It’s like alien technology!!

That would be hilarious if aliens were old school and analogue.

Okay, maybe just to me.

But it really does have this spacy retro feel to it.

I didn’t smoke pot most of this week and I TOTALLY noticed because I started having complex partials again. I got some tonight, already I feel better. I’m having some INTENSE thoughts lately related to my job. Nothing like I’m being treated horribly, just stuff I’m learning. It’s pretty bizarre. Doing this research gig is like taking an intensive course, and getting paid for it. And I must say, it’s pretty wicked to get paid to learn.

Jesus, I think I have to marry this knob. I keep gazing lovingly at it. Even if it won’t fulfill my editing needs, watching it glow on the desktop is a sweet comfort.

Oh god, I am a geek aren’t I!!? One day someone will find my hi tech materialist predilictions sexy and I won’t have to resort to getting off on a multimedia knob.

Nazi’s! *BARF*

Every so often I find out something that truly shocks me. I thought I was unshockable. I knew Nazi’s were inspired to create concentration camps after seeing the residential school system. I knew that the Nazi’s were inspired to begin a eugenics program based on the eugenics program in Alberta. I knew about Project Paperclip. What I didn’t know is that Project Paperclip also operated out of Canadian residential schools. If you don’t know much about Project Paperclip, they were involved in MK-ULTRA, medical experiments, drug testing and radiation testing.

And this is why some idiot like David Ahenekew or other fascist anti-semites in the aboriginal community creep me out. They don’t realize that Nazism is intricately linked to 20th Century North American genocide of First Nations Peoples, even more than one could imagine. Just the idea that Nazi’s were specially imported to continue their experiments on aboriginal children is disturbing.

Not only that, but Project Paperclip was also the original program which Ewan Cameron worked under during his experiments on mental patients in Montreal, and who’s legacy is responsible for the abysmal inhumane conditions of Montreal psychiatric hospitals.

Fucking Nazi’s why do you have to piss all over my life!!!? Isn’t getting murdered by you whacked dudes in my last lifetime enough?

I hate Nazi’s, but I love Germans. I can’t explain it.

The Family Adjusts

I got a call just an hour ago from my doctor’s office telling me I can’t drive anymore. I was expecting this, but totally not expecting how my mom would act about it. She kept being confused why I couldn’t drive. Arrg! Because if I have an absence seizure I’ll crash! She really didn’t get it. Just a couple nights ago I was mentioning to my family that if I do have epilepsy I probably won’t be able to drive anymore and they were so bizarre about it. First they didn’t know why I couldn’t drive, and then they started saying I didn’t have epilepsy. I guess because I don’t have tonic-clonic seizures USUALLY, and that’s usually what everyone thinks of as seizures. Really though, seizures are multifaceted and completely different depending on which area of your brain they’re affecting.

Last week I experimented with smoking pot more often throughout the day and my seizures went down 75%, maybe even more. I was also way more focused, confusion wasn’t there so much. Mom kept coming around tut tuting about me being a drug addict. But I wasn’t smoking it to get high, I wasn’t really doing enough to get high. It was still working really well. The more I read the more I realize so many weird things in my life have been seizures.

I almost think my family is going to have a harder time adjusting to me being epileptic than being bipolar. I’m not sure why this diagnosis seems worse. At least more is known about epilepsy, whereas bipolar disorder is kind of vague and mysterious still. I don’t know, I feel hopeful about this. Like, maybe knowing what I have is going to improve my quality of life. Whatever it is I just want to know that I’m living to the fullest that current medical science can give me. Being off Zyprexa has turned my life 180. I’m really amazed at the change in getting off of that drug.

I’ve only ever been seriously manic once and it was a drug induced mania. I mostly have depression issues, and those are supposed to be pretty common with epileptics.

Anyway, life’s okay I guess. I have clean teeth, I don’t smoke anymore, my dog’s a smarty smarty smart pants except that he ate an eraser today and puked and then I had to rub his back until he felt better, uh, someone gave me pictures of Marcia Cross’s boobs. I’m constantly amazed at femmes, especially high femmes. They’re so much tougher than I am. I don’t know where people get the idea butches are all rough and tough, I’m such a marshmallow. It’s sexism. Butches and Femmes shouldn’t have to follow prescribed gender roles, how boring is that!!!

I need to buy another bar of candy soap because finally people will be able to smell it on me.

I disapprove of the current Nicole Kidman nose. Lucky for her my opinion of her nose doesn’t matter.

Oh yeah, and that little dog of mine started going through my pockets while I was taking a nap and was running away with money again!!! What the hell?