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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Sometimes I feel like the city has made me hard. Maybe California just made me soft. I find myself wondering what happened to the nice girl I used to be. Maybe she never really existed at all. I wonder what happened to the child who always had change to spare, who would buy food for the beggars if she had time, or at least whispered “sorry” as she passed and felt guilty for it later. How did that girl turn into the woman who boldly says “no” as she passes without slowing, just shakes her head or sometimes doesn’t even look. Maybe I was trying to prove something.
There is a part of me that still likes to believe that gods walk among us, disguised in human form to test and to reward or punish. I guess I like to believe that good deeds are worth something and the cruel are given what’s coming to them, but living in the city teaches you that nothing is ever that pure.
Summer’s almost gone and somehow I managed to remain unemployed the entire season, and not for lack for trying. I had a couple interviews, neither of which went anywhere. A little vegetarian grocery/cafe on the Drive called me. When I got there, the guy didn’t have my resume. I gave him the one I had brought along — to take to my school to fill a requirement for some classes. I filled out an application, chatted with him and left. He didn’t ask me any questions. A month later they called me back. When I got there, the guy didn’t recognize me, didn’t have my resume again, didn’t even remember that he had an appointment that day at all, had lost my previous application, and asked me to fill out another one. Yeah, I totally want to work where people can’t even keep their shit together.
Somehow during the heatwave I managed to find myself on overcrowded public transit more than I would have liked. Have I mentioned that regular bathing and deodorant seem to be foreign concepts to the residents of this city? Proof:
Oh, and how about the toddler whose parents decided it was a good idea to burp him on an ascending escalator at rush hour?! I discovered that I am a master vomit dodger. Ha! People in this city have no common sense.
