Whoa, has it been a week already???

Wow. Well folks, I've been kind of busy lately. You see, I'm in Calgary right now (i.e. not at home), and I've been quite without internet or computer access since Friday. I spent a good deal of time running around preparing for the trip.

This computer belongs to my friend's family's friend (yeah, complicated) so I can't be here long. But I am taking loads of pictures, so I'll be sure to tell you ALL about my trip to lovely and beautiful Calgary.

Scenes from a guestbook

I See You Baby


shakin' That Ass


what are the nutritional facts on lime?

Why, thanks for noticing Vertigo! I wasn't sure anyone would notice my ass online, but now I can rest assured that someone is watching!

Since you asked, the nutritional facts on limes are as follows:

20 calories


0g of fat


2g of fiber


0.5g of protein


7g of carbohydrates


1.5mg of sodium


19.5mg of vitamin C

From CNN.com

You have just gotten 32.5% of your daily recommended amount of vitamin C. I feel healthier, don't you?

Hmm. I have retained one useful Italian phrase in the last two hours:

Buona noche (sp?)

Good night.

Dear Sally makes me want to run to my bed and pull the covers over my head.

The following links better helped me understand Weblog Junior High. I believe it's always good to understand the other side of things:

This and this.

I've been listening to old Italian language tapes for about an hour now, and I haven't learned a damn thing.

Good thing I borrowed the originals from the library.

It's a very scary and exciting thing when you realize that it isn't just a small handful of your friends that are reading your website.

I've been getting a few emails, and a few postcard requests (which delight me far beyond imagination, so keep 'em coming!).

I kind of feel like I did back in ninth grade when our class went to Camp YoWoChAs. There was a tall tower on the grounds that had a zip line which ran from the top of the tower to a tree ~30 metres away. I don't know exactly how tall the tower was, but it was at least as tall as the 5th floor of my apartment building. I am deathly afraid of heights, but I felt the best way to overcome my fear was to confront it. I climbed to the top of the tower wearing my harness, paused for a few minutes to gather my courage, and looked out over the edge. As the camp counsellor was hooking me onto the zip line, I began wondering, "What the fuck am I doing here?". Before I could ask myself that too many more times, I jumped off. I had the most terrifying free-fall sensation, which didn't leave me for a good 45 minutes. Neither did the tossing, lurching nausea in my stomach.

That's kind of how I feel now. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing, and I'm kind of excited/exhilerated, and kind of nauseous. I'm going to go puke now.

This page was too long. I know.

I fixed it. It's better. :)

I was a little harsh the other day, when I was bitching about the cool people. I think I was feeling bad, because there are a lot of people out there with websites now who feel that they are qualified to define what is cool and what isn't cool. Especially in a medium like this, I feel that attitude really doesn't have a place.

So I guess the issue isn't so much the cool people, but the people who enjoy building exclusive cliques and telling people that they're not good enough to belong.

Something should also be said, however, about people who feel they have a right to personally insult some of the more well-known members of the blogging community. Just because a person's website is popular, does not automatically make them an asshole. I really think that this was taking things a bit too far.

I don't know Derek personally, but judging by this piece that he wrote about weblogs, I suspect he understands how I feel as much as anyone.

If any lines are going to be drawn, they really ought to be drawn between the people who show their blogging neighbours respect, and those who don't.

According to this month's Cosmopolitan magazine (yes, I read it from time to time), it seems the drink absinthe is really coming back into style.

It might sound like a cool new thing to ingest, but after reading this article, I would certainly think twice.


Discovered at Honeyguide.

Edward Gorey is dead?


Discovered at www.metafilter.com.

*sniff, whimper* I need to go hug my Gashlycrumb Tinies poster now.

Ack. Ptooie.

I decided to venture through my old tape collection, and I stumbled across an unlabelled tape. Upon putting in the cassette player, I discovered a strange rendition of a Bonnie Raitt song that I had the bad taste of writing AND singing when I was 17. There is no music, it's just my wobbly, untrained voice straining for my own entertainment/distress.

It's taped over an even stranger compilation of Disney music. What the HELL was I on?

Yuki just barfed.

We gave him his pill, then gave him a bit of Tender Vittles to eat. That did not seem to sit very well with him, and he barfed immediately afterwards.

It appears that he might have had a bit of a hairball.

Today's cat vomit contains:

1 - One Dilitaz pill.

2 - Some Tender Vittles.

3 - A bit of hair.

Yuki also barfed back on Tuesday or something, but I forgot to record it. I think that was just a result of going too long without eating. Sometimes he forgets to eat. He's weird that way.

Ew. I feel very sick now. Why did I read this? Thanks to Zannah's blog for supplying some late night stomach upset.

The scientist in me says, "Wow, that could have some really wonderful educational possibilities."

The rest of me says, "Quick, put the toilet lid up!"

This story makes me feel nostalgic.

(I found it through Jessica's blog, so thanks to Jessica too.)

It reminds me of studying Math 20 in the summer at Cafe La Garre downtown when I was 16. It makes me think of the girl who asked what it is I do downtown, since I'm there all the time. That was the day that coffee house became a special place. I had been recognized.

I was only 16, but I probably looked closer to 20. Maybe she thought I did interesting things. Maybe she imagined that I worked in some capacity downtown. No one would have guessed that it was just grade 11 math.

It makes me think of all those days spent as a teenager, pining away for the man of my dreams. Where would he be today? In the coffee house? At the library?

I would position myself just so in the hopes that the man of my dreams would walk through the door and know that we were destined to be together.

I almost never got work done in coffee houses. I would spend a few hours not looking around at the people in the coffee house. I would sit by the window and not watch the people walking by. I would drink too much coffee and have to finally get up and go because the caffeine was starting to make me shake.

So many glorious, unproductive hours spent during the summer of my 16th year.

The coffee house that was mine is now gone. Are you sad for me? No one else understands my loss.

Okay, now I really am a moron.

Blogger didn't delete anything folks. I just slipped into some kind of weird other dimension where my old posts temporarily disappeared from view. This sort of thing has been happening in my life a lot lately. I swear I had like 20 bucks in my wallet just the other day . . . .

Thank you to Evan for bringing this bit of oddness to my attention.

I am such a moron.

Please, whatever you do, don't make the mistake I made. Don't forget to modify your archiving settings before Blogger wipes off the first of your posts.

Don't let this tragedy happen to you.

Thanks to Aw Snap for this little gem:

"I never really liked computers, but then the server went down on me"

More evidence of lewdness from The Proclaimers:

The song "Oh Jean" from their album "Sunshine on Leith" has a lot of grunting and groaning at the end.

Okay, maybe it wasn't meant to sound like that, but it does. I always have to shut the music off before the end of that song. All those mating-moose-noises are a little grating on the ears.

I am a big doody head.

My friend Charlotte sent me an email a month ago, and I forgot to write back. I am an ass.

I should be punished, so give me a swift kick in the shins here.

Try not to enjoy it too much. :P

FN and I have been rediscovering his CD of The Proclaimers. It's quite amusing. He mentioned that when he met me, it made him think of the song "Come on Nature". If you know the song, you should also understand that it's because it talks about a girl with " . . . dark brown hair, green eyes, and white skin . . .", not because of the lewd sexual content of the song. I'll bet you didn't know The Proclaimers had lewd sexual content in their songs, did you? I'll bet you're gonna run out and look for that CD now, aren't you?

Christine reminds me of my friend Carrie. Carrie is studying opera in New York. She has a very open personality; she is very generous with her affection for others. Carrie is very in touch with her artistic side. They have very similar smiles, and similar haircuts, oddly enough. She also happens to be a Filipina, which might explain some of the resemblance, but it's definitely not just that.

Carrie, however, is at least 3 inches shorter than Christine. So the similarity ends there. But this site still makes me a bit nostalgic for old times with my friend.

I have a guestbook now. Are you excited? I am.

This makes me very sad.

I've wondered about that myself . . . I mean, what is most important? I am 22, and my classmates have all graduated from university. Some are going on to graduate school. Some are getting their PhD's. Some are studying to be doctors. I thought I would be like them. I thought I would fall in line, crank out the marks, be a good little girl. Instead, I flunked out of university.

I'd like to say it wasn't on purpose, but really, let's be serious. I was tired of being forced to do things, of always being told that I wasn't good enough. I flunked out of university because I could. Now, living on my own and looking at my life without the oppression of others, I wonder what would have been. What would I have become if I had been left well enough alone? Would I have gone into medical school like some of my classmates? Or engineering? Or law? I don't know. Is that what I would have really wanted for myself? Is that what I want for myself now? What is most important to me? Do I still care about being the good daughter? Do I still want to be a golden child in the eyes of my family? Or is my love of words, of photos and drawings and beautiful things more important? What do I want more? Can I give up the rock hard security of "doing the right thing" in the eyes of my family, and take a chance on my passions? It's frightening.

You know, Gary's really got that whole pen-doodle thing down. See, me and pens, we've never been a good combination. I'm a dreadful perfectionist, and anything but a pencil with a nice, big, sticky, white eraser would drive me to drink. Do you know how much White-Out I've gone through in my young life? It's a crime, really. I'm sure I've killed hundreds of brain cells by now.

I wonder who girl is. She must be speshul.

This is Gary. He is very cool. He is not a jock-groupie-whore. Go visit him, and become his doodle-slave. That's right, you heard me.

That, of course, does not mean that I consider the cool web people to be a bunch of jock-groupie-whores. And it doesn't mean that I'm not cool.

I am fucking cool. Yeah. Woo.

*phew*

For a while there, I forgot that I was doing this for my own enjoyment, and not to gather praise and adoration from all the cool web people.

I didn't hang out with the cool people in high school. Why should I care what the cool people are doing now? Wait, let me rephrase that. I didn't hang out with the jock-groupie-whores that built their popularity on their fellatio techniques. Wow, did I actually say that? Yes, yes I did.

Fabulous.

I'm so excited! I finally made the new blog list!

Fame time remaining: 00:14:59

I'm a cool hipster, I'm getting jiggy-wit-it.

Look at me, I follow trends. I have my own voice mail box.

1-888-Excite2, ext. 291-360-4975

You want to leave me voice mail. I know you do.

It's messages like this that really piss me off:

Microsoft OLE DB Provider for ODBC Drivers error '80040e31'

[Microsoft][ODBC SQL Server Driver]Timeout expired

/pyraFunctions/editItem.inc, line 136

Okay, I'm sorry. That was gratuitous. I guess I just want to reserve my right to use swear words, even if I don't actually use them.

I mean, I think we can all agree that it's rather un-clever to punctuate one's sentence with swears:

"I went to the f**king store to buy some f**king milk."

Phrases like that just scream intelligence.

Hmm. It seems some people really don't approve of swearing. That's too bad. I wouldn't feel right if I couldn't use swear words.

Now for today's swear word: Fuck

There now. Wasn't that fun?

I am also very adept with Ass and it's close cousin Asshole.

There's nothing quite as sweet as a sleeping Peachboy. :)

Ooh, by the way, these pictures and movies were all taken with a camera just like this one:

I wish it was mine. They're only for sale in Japan right now, and they cost ~$1000. If I had the money, I'd buy one. They take pretty decent pictures, and the movies use mpeg4 compression.

It's all so exciting, it makes me tingly! Read about them in Japanese here or the fancier one that they have now, here.

Did you know that they offer them in different colours now? Boy, do the Japanese have wild gadgets, or what?

I'm not usually a big fan of spring snow, but today it seems somehow amusing. Everyone around here was ready for spring and has long since put away their winter coats and boots.

It started early this morning, and continues even now.

For your amusement and viewing pleasure, here's a little home movie of today's snow.

If anyone knows why Blogger likes to yak at the sight of tables, I'm all ears.

I'm getting tired of fiddling with crap that collects at the bottom and sides of the page.

The most perfect spot for my fuzzy baby. :)

The view from my balcony this morning . . . ah, lovely.

It just occurred to me that in the real world, getting up first thing in the morning to fiddle with your webpage is not an altogether normal thing to do.

Nor is paying $25 a month for unlimited internet access so that you really can be on all the time.

On the internet, however, I'm just a pathetic amateur. I was just thinking how great it would be to own my own $1000 digital camera and a server I could host my website on. I am fully brainwashed. Thank you. The conversion is complete now.

The pills referred to by FN are Yuki's heart pills. Yuki has to take a calcium channel blocker for his heart arrythmia (irregular and fast heartbeat).

Yay! The Domain of Pau blog is up and running! Nothing fancy, but at least it's there.

Er, technical difficulties . . . please stand by . . . .

Howdy folks,

I'm just here taking a break from kicking the computer's sorry ass in Age of Empires II! Ahhhh what a cool video game! Well, my appearance here is mainly thanks to LG, who graciously hooked me up.

While I myself didn't actually witness Yuki's barf session, I'm glad that we gave him his medication after he yakked. Actually, I think that he's been feeling really bad because the last few times, he probably managed to expunge his pill along with whatever it was that wasn't agreeing with his stomach. Which would explain the strange return of his famous binges....

Yuki: munch...munch....munch......pause......BLEAH!!!!

Me: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! (imagine slow-motion reaction of utter frustration and disgust here)

For now, he's got three confirmed doses in him, and he's appropriately drowsy, lethargic, and basically cat-like. Which is great - if you like your cats more on the slow side...

Okay folks, probably time for me to relinquish control of the comp back to LG.

Me: I stand relieved of duty!

LG: Uh, okay, make sure you relieve yourself somewhere else next time eh? Now get lost!

The cat (Yuki) barfed at approximately 9:45 pm. He didn't seem to be eating prior to vomiting, but I wasn't really paying attention. The contents were hard to discern, but it appeared to be made up of:

1 - One Burger King french fry which I offered to him just to see if he would eat it.

2 - 1/4 a container of Pounce treats which was inadvertantly left sitting on the floor.

3 - Some hair.

 
It might have been the french fry, or it might have been the hair. The treats were from very early in the day.

None of this is particularly extraordinary, however, since Yuki has been barfing almost every day since he was one year old. That was 11 years ago.

As I gather more data on my cat's barfing habits, I'll probably be able to draw up a nice little graph that you and my vet can ooh and ahh over.

Look Ma, I'm blogging!

Those of you who have never been here before, welcome. Those who have, welcome back. Still curious about whether I've gotten off my duff and made any adjustments? Well, you're out of luck. It has now been 1 year, 3 months, and 7 days since I last updated this site.

I'd say that kind of procrastination is worthy of recognition, so pardon me while I take a moment to pat myself on the back for a job well done.

*pat pat*

I hit a creative brick wall when it comes to figuring out what Limeworld should become. So I came up with this: a blog. Or a "weblog", if you prefer. If nothing else, you can listen to me ramble and whine, right here on this page!

If I can persuade Forever North to participate, you can listen to him ramble and whine here too.

If I come up with a better idea, I guarantee, you'll be the first to know!