
You heard it here first
Phobia
Walking through the mall yesterday, I glanced into the window at MAC and saw a former co-worker from Starbucks. I hadn’t seen him or heard anything since I left last year. This guy was one of my favorite co-workers. I stood up for him on multiple occasions, both to superiors and customers. Something I wouldn’t do for just anyone.
Still, when I saw him yesterday, I just hurried past. I was thankful he didn’t seem to notice me.
I have an intense fear of being forgotten, which might seem strange given my behavior. But, see, I won’t know if I’ve been forgotten if I don’t say anything.
Maybe even worse than being forgotten, I also worry about making people feel uncomfortable or awkward. This always seems to happen when I run into old acquaintances who, most of the time, pretend they don’t see me unless I shout and wave my arms about like a crazy person. I don’t know what it is about me, but I seem to make people nervous without even trying. I want desperately to speak with these friends again, but I can’t bear the intense anxiety my mere presence seems to provoke.
Old friends can’t even seem to stand me on the Internet to the point that I’ve stopped trying to reach out to them when I stumble across their facebook pages because they never write back. I just stare longingly at my friends’ profile images for a moment, trying to suss out if that is their baby on their lap or not but I don’t dare write to them.
Their uneasiness would make me feel even worse than my ignorance.
Whip it good
I’m still unemployed, but it may not matter for much longer. There is a very, very good chance I’ll be moving back to California with Peach. Why I ever left is beyond me. It’s been an interesting ride here in Canada, but I just don’ t belong here. It’s too weird and so are the people here. All that stuff about Canadians being “so polite” … I don’t know where people get that idea! Sorry, Canucks, but really you’re all just very drunk and/or Mormon.
I’ve been keeping myself busy between job applications (seriously, Vancouver/Canada, WTF? I’ve never had so much trouble getting work!) by lifting weights at home, studying Japanese and watching movies.
No.
I have not seen Avatar.
Do not talk to me about it.
Ever.
This again?
You know how you can tell it’s Christmas? I updated twice this week.
Maybe I’m just a Ridley Scott fangirl or maybe I just don’t get enough of the right sort of violence in my media … but I’m actually looking forward to Robin Hood.
But you know what would be even better? A Northlanders movie by this team. If you don’t know what Northlanders is, get the fuck off my blog and don’t come back until you do.
Oh load, is it that time?
- Got a job and then quit it. Owner was a douche who didn’t like paying overtime or stat holiday pay — and then fired the only decent person within the company for taking a piss. Hello. Wut? Taking this butt to the government. Oh, did I mention he couldn’t even fire the person attached to the bladder in question in person? No, he had another manager FAX A LETTER. Douche.
- Am totally addicted to DS Zelda games. God help me. But seriously, though, how do I get this stupid Dark Ore to my lover Linebeck III without that stupid Rocktite kicking my ass? I suck at this mini-quest.
- Got my wisdom teeth out. Muthalicking OW. Do not let me do that again. Ugh.
Customer of the Day #1
I got a job at another Coffee Chain of Doom. Bring on the weirdos!
A woman said to me yesterday as I set down her coffee: “I used to be 300 lbs. It wasn’t me. It was someone else.”
Totally unprovoked.
Fuck Roman Polanski
I’m going to get very heavy here, guys. Possible trigger warning and all that. Consider this whole thing a big feminist rage dump. Do not expect coherency. Expect me to expect you to have a vague understanding of the circumstances.
Have you seen this? Talk about soul crushing. I already turned off my TV months ago for the umpteenth time. After seeing this, it’s almost certain it will stay off indefinitely. Granted, the wording of the petition makes it sound like this is an issue to the Hollywood elite because Polanski was arrested at a film festival, but you know what I say? If you have to go to a film festival to arrest a child rapist, then you go to a film festival to arrest a child rapist. This is bullshit.
Signing this petition is nothing short of supporting rape and I have lost so much respect for so many people already and yet the list continues to grow. Only in a rape culture could something like this be considered acceptable.
On that note, fuck you Whoopi Goldberg. What happened? What the fuck does it have to be to make it “rape-rape“? She was 13, he drugged her, she said “No”. Repeatedly. What the fuck does it haveto be to make it “rape-rape”, Whoopi?
Also, if I have to read one more fucking article that uses the words “sex with a minor” or “sexual intercourse” I will fucking explode. Would it kill you assholes to at least say “non-consensual”!?
Lastly, <3 @ Kevin Smith & Luc Besson. At least there are still some movies I can still watch without throwing up in my mouth.
One of P’s classmates loaned these to her, presumably because she is female. A quick Google search reveals that there seems to be a general misperception that this is a comic chicks will like. Especially feminist chicks.
For those who don’t know, the story centres on a young man named Yorick who is the last surviving human male after a plague wipes out every mammal bearing a Y chromosome. After this point, there will spoilers, but only minor ones because I don’t care too much to go into detail about the plot.
Read more of Not Really a Review: Y The Last Man (Volumes 1 & 2)
Quick hit
I can’t say more right now because I am still totally in awe. I saw a beautiful animated film last night called The Secret of Kells. Keep your eyeballs peeled and your ears perked. If you get a chance to see this, DO IT. You will not be sorry.




