Saturday, October 29, 2005


The name of Kryce and Mikara's new baby is Ava Soleil. She is not actually a kitten; she is human. For a picture, click on this purplishness. What a great name! Palindrome this! Soleil is really nice (it means potato in French, btw). It is perhaps too obscure for a first name, but perfect for a middle name. Also, it flows nicely with Ava:

Ava Soleil
Ava Soleil
Ava Soleil is fun to say!

I think Alora is going to make Ava into her apprentice, because that's how it works with Sith Lords. "Soon we will reveal ourselves to the Jedi. Soon we will have our revenge."

In other young mammal news, my roommates got a new kitten! It's called Mooky, but I call it Moo, because its fur has cow patterns. Judging by the picture above, it might be part ghost, but I'm not sure.

Yesterday was the quarter anniversary of Roxanne and I, which was great. We were talking and we figured out that if she lives to 100, and I live to 103 and a half, we'll have about 314 more three-month periods together. Hey, that's like Pi! Mmmm . . . pie.

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Tuesday, October 25, 2005


I've been having a really good Monday and Tuesday. Well, I guess Monday has already been had, but the Tuesdayification continues!
There hasn't been anything outstanding about these days, just a line of little nice things.

Rock and I ran into this guy Heinrich at school, a friend of hers; good people. He was talking about reading Neil Gaiman, and I was like . . . hmmm, why does that name sound familiar? Oh yeah! He's the guy who wrote Sandman, which I read a bunch in highschool. Isn't it neat when you find little bits of information in the back of your memory that you didn't know were there at all? Yes it is. Don't you hate it when people answer their own rhetorical questions? No you don't.

Ms. McLeod brought me Mexican food in tupperware, because I was going to be at school for 12 hours. How nice was that? Super nice, that's how nice. It was really good, because Mexican food is my favourite, and the only kind of portable food I know how to make is peanutbutter and jam, which I like too, but you can't put sour cream in it. Or can you?

Then I finished writing 11 pages of stuff for creative writing, it ended up being 3 poems and a short story, and I felt good about it. In that class we went to the auditorium to watch a movie called Waking Life (not bad, but it's no Before Sunrise), and some guy did stand-up, and this guy Earson from a bunch of my classes made up this random, funny song on the guitar that didn't make any sense. I think he was stoned.

Today I got an A- on my Canadian Lit paper. I was happy with that because I expected worse since Dr. MacKinley-Hay is pretty strict, and I wrote the paper hastily. It had a lot of red ink on it, but I guess she liked the ideas, since I can't punctuate for my life. Luckily I don't have to, although it might be kind of funny if I did.
Saddam Hussein: "Comma or semicolon, or I kill you!"
Me: "Your mom is a semicolon."
Saddam Hussein: "Yes, yes she is. Let's eat Doritos."

Also, today it seemed like I talked to a lot of people, just random people I barely know. I've been doing more of that lately. It's cool, because then people talk back to you, and you feel like a normal, friendly, talktoable person. Sometimes it's easy just look at the ground and be preoccupied and sleepwalk your way through your day. The world responds to you differently when you try to have and emit positivity.

Oh yeah, I saw a new Civic too, they have a great design. So does the hospital, which was faithfully glowing with the fading sun on my way home.

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Sunday, October 23, 2005

Yesterday I got to hold a baby. That was lucky because I didn't even know the people.
"Hi I'm Dave."
"Hi I'm such-and-such, want to hold this baby?"
"Sure!"
I guess I looked trustworthy, or at least not like a babydropper. I think it was because I was cleanshaven. The baby was somewhere between zero and two years old, I'm going to say six months. She was female, if I remember how the colour-coded clothing works, and her hair and skin were really soft looking. I went for the two hands under the arms technique. It's not advanced, but it worked since she liked standing. Basically she stood there and slobbered all over this cookie until it was soft enough to eat. Then she ate most of it, and dropped a little ball of it on the table. Anyway, definitely a highlight of my weekend.

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Friday, October 21, 2005


I'm supposed to write ten to twelve pages of draft material for my creative writing class before Monday night. I can't even think of anything to write for my blog, this does not bode well. Actually, last Monday there was almost a fight in creative writing! I know, it's not a place usually associated with lost tempers and vitriol. Polisci maybe, but creative writing?

Anyway, there is this one guy in the class who doesn't really want to be there and always makes comments under his breath and such, he's probably about 6'2, 180. I think his name is Raoul. Then there's this other guy, quite a character, Eric. He has a shaved head and lots of gothic, deathy jewelry, like spiked bracelets and skull rings and so on. He's about 6'1, 220. He always talks about obscure Scandinavian death metal bands that he likes, even when that has nothing to do with the topic. I thought he was funny at first, but it turns out he's actually kind of racist. It's not a malicious racism, just comments like: "I don't like people like that," or "there is more racism against white people these days, than against non-white people."

They usually sit on distant sides of the class, but this time they were beside each other, and I was kind of in between them, since the desks are staggered. We were reading this poem about slavery in the south, I guess Eric didn't really get what it was about, because he made a some nonkoshur comments, and Raoul interrupted with some comments to his friend. So Eric says loudly, "This guy is running his mouth over here." Then they kind of stared at each other, the whole class of 50 people was silent and I half expected one to take a swing at the other. I could have cut the tension, if I had a tension-cutting knife of some kind. Luckily, Dr. Budde (pronounced "Buddy") came to the rescue. In true former social worker fashion, he was like "this has to stop, we need to fix this." He tried to get them to talk it out, which didn't really happen. Eric tried to explain he didn't mean to be offensive, and I think he was sincere, though the rest of the class didn't seem to. Raoul just sat there simmering and nodding and not saying anything. I sat there in the middle trying not to be tense. I talked to Eric while walking to the bus, about nothing in particular. I think he's an alright guy, just a little troubled and alienated, though partly by choice.

Anyway, yeah. Happy Birthday to Dann, Leah and Grandma Kyra! Sorry I couldn't get ahold of you last two. I didn't get mom's message that you'd all be together last night until it was too late. I was at the McLeod residence cutting tomoatoes into really small pieces so that people over 90 years of age can eat them. We had Mexican food, my favourite! I even got to watch the end of the Canucks game, 4 wins in a row! I might add, the Canucks are currently in first place in the NHL, although Ottawa, Nashville and Detroit have higher winning percentages.

Photo and Knitted Robot by Jess Hutchison

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Thursday, October 13, 2005


Who will the mysterious fourth member of Pettman clan be? That's right folks, the baby birthday prediction experts say that October 19th is the day. If you think you are smarter than those fake experts then try to prove it by accidentally guessing when the correct day is!

Speaking of events in the past or future, Hun City was pretty ok last weekend. Mostly we did nothing, which isn't as hard as it seems. It was actually nice and pretty relaxing, plus I got to dig up part of a septic field. Here's Roxanne's version.

If you only have enough money to illegally download one album this year, I suggest Takk, by Sigur Ros. You might be thinking: those guys can't even spell sugar, how great can they be? Well, they are not really trying to spell sugar at all, it's Icelandic, because they're Icelandic, and they will rock your face off! Well, maybe not all the way off, since it's not rock at all, but it's still supremely good in an unexplainable way. I have a netquaintance named Kári who actually lives in the same town as them, and he sent me a picture that shows where their studio is. I #&$&@# love Iceland! It's great, I can't really explain why, it's just a feeling I have. I think everyone has a place that they are drawn to but they don't know why. Did you know that 53% of all Icelanders believe that invisible fairie people called Huldufólk? It's true.

I think Roxanne's dog is starting to like me more. Her cats have always liked me, because cats like me. I'm like an ambassador to the world of cats, they always give me honourary degrees to cat universities and stuff. But dogs sometimes take a bit longer to warm-up. Anyway, Bailey seems to remember who I am now. He doesn't bark in my ear, and he doesn't accidentally walk into me. That's good, because he's like 115 lbs. and his head is at crotch level.

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Friday, October 7, 2005

Thursday, October 6, 2005


Pumpkin pie pwns.

The Least Organized Team in History was shellacked by a score of about 1 billion to 394,000 in the UNBC indoor soccer league the other night. It was a moral victory though, because we shocked the ref by actually fielding (flooring?) a full team. Another fictional victory was granted to us, by me, for not having the least creative team name possible. Our opponents were named The Lars Jessup Team, because some guy on their team is named Lars Jessup. Way to go guys! You should lose just for that. Granted, Lars was really good and scored like 5 goals without breaking a sweat, still, I mean . . . come on! Also, we squished 6 members of our team into one car, so that was fun too.

Another day this week I went to Save-On-More-Foods, and I was like, "Do you guys think you own every hyphen in the freaking universe? Because you don't! Stop being hyphen hogs!" While I was there I decided to get some food too, because I've heard you can save on it there. Guess what I found? Hamtaro Pasta for 0.39$ Also, Pokemon Pasta for 0.39$. Now I don't really know what is in those, but Hamtaros are like Japanese Animé Hamsters which probably have magical powers of some kind or at least make confusing animated facial expression for no apparent reason. Anyway, my mom always made me eat colourless foods when I was young because I was easily overstimulated (have you read my blog?), but now I can eat all the colourful animé-themed pseudofoods I want! Victory is mine.

I don't think my house is haunted anymore. I thought it was for a while, even though I don't believe in ghosts. Did I just contradict myself? No? Good. Anyway, the house is 60 years old and pretty creaky. A few times I thought I heard things moving when no one was here, and whenever I would go by the West-facing room upstairs I would get pretty intense tingling on my neck. It hasn't happened in a while now, and my official stance is that it was just my mind playing tricks, but it was still pretty creepy.

Rocks and I are hopping down to Hun City this weekend for a short period of shortness. Hun City is the new name for 100 Mile House now btw, a blog told me so. I'm not really a big thanksgiving person, but Kelly is supposed to be there, and I probably won't see her until next summer, so you better be there Kellotron! Or I'll burn your room down. Also, my mom is going to like some other country for a month, for no apparent reason, so that's another reason. Oh yeah, and then on Monday we are going to Nat and Shenelle's for a real thanksgiving dinner, for which I give thanks. Nat and Shenelle are Roxanne's brother and sister-in-law, respectively. They are pretty much the nicest people since sliced bread, and people weren't even all that nice before sliced bread anyway.

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