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| Sunday, November 24th, 2002 |
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 Why Will You Go To Hell? brought to you by Quizilla |
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| Friday, November 22nd, 2002 |
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| www.roalddahl.com is the best website ever! | ||
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| Wednesday, November 20th, 2002 |
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| Well, the first two ratlets have left the nest, including the runt. | ||
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| Monday, November 18th, 2002 |
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Well, as of tomorrow, the second batch of rats will be separatable. How quickly they grow up. I must admit, I'm more than a wee heck of a lot attached to them, but practicality has to win. :/ I just can't keep 28 rats. ...... Unless I evict Dan. |
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| Wednesday, November 13th, 2002 |
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Nanowrimo is no more. With the time it takes to care for so damn many baby rats, the stress of work, and this damn whatever-it-is that leaves me lethargic by 3 pm, I just can't manage the everything. And the novel was the only expendable thing. I have faith. I've written 50000 words of my own in a single month before. I just can't do it this month. Besides which, I average 30 pages a day at work. Haven't my fingers suffered enough? Me want sleep. Off to work! |
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| Sunday, November 10th, 2002 |
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| "You are Percy Bysshe Shelley! Famous for your dreamy abstraction and your quirky verse, you're the model "sensitive poet." A vegetarian socialist with great personal charm and a definite way with the love poem, you remain an idol for female readers. There are dozens of cute anecdotes about you, and I love you." | ||
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 Which Major Romantic Poet Would You Be (if You Were a Major Romantic Poet)? brought to you by Quizilla |
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| Thursday, November 7th, 2002 |
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| Dan's named the darkest of Jimmy's brood Jebus. Wynne named another one Michaelangelo, but no-one's sure which. | ||
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| Saturday, November 2nd, 2002 |
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One last thing before I go to bed, and I promise -- I won't mention anything else rat related for the rest of the weekend -- I know I'm talking about them too much, but . . . . so what? :) Jimmy has started sneezing -- which can insinuate a lung infection. Lois, who has been sneezing since the day I got her, even after 14 days of antibiotics, is now past sneezing . . . . the noise she makes is almost impossible to describe, but it started recent, and it worries me. |
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There is only so long you can stare at rat genitalia, making guesses and hoping to god you don't guess wrong since you're already short on cage space, before you feel your sanity slip. I hope I don't dream of rat testicles tonight. In other news, first start on nanowrimo. A piddly ammount, but a good start. Starting's always the hardest part for me. Tomorrow I switch to the laptop and switch to the bedroom. 30 adorable rats doing wierd and/or adorable stuff gets a wee bit distracting. Especially since Lois' bunch is wandering with a vengence these days. They're still scrawny, and the fight over nipple space is very obvious when Lois starts walking around and those little balls of fur hang the hell on! She climbed all the way to the cieling of the cage today, and four of the little guys were still latched on! Oh, mine is a sad sad life. I was social once. :) |
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| Friday, November 1st, 2002 |
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Yes, I did carve a pumpkin for Hallowe'en. Yes, I plan to carve another one next year. Yes, I was disappointed that not one kid came to my door. No, I didn't have anything to give them even if they showed up. Somehow I don't think people would react well if I started dropping little rats into treat bags. |
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| I got shot at work today. :/ | ||
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| Thursday, October 31st, 2002 |
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| I had a dream that lesbians moved in beside my parents. | ||
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| Wednesday, October 30th, 2002 |
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Batch #2 of ratlets has opened their eyes today, which means that they've started to explore the cage a bit. They so tiny! All of them are solid colours, unlike Jimmy's brood, of which there isn't a single solid colour. I definitely need another rat cage. With Lois' brood a wandering, they need to be in a narrow-barred cage, and with Jimmy's group a bit older and wiser, their cage is severely over-crowded. So Lois' brood get's Jimmy's cage, and Jimmy's brood gets a new, narrow barred cage. Who said rats were cheap dates? |
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I've been meaning to write this entry for a long, long time. It keeps coming to mind, consuming my thoughts, and disappearing by the time sit down to compose an entry. This is about something I HATE! I absolutely CANNOT stand it when a single company buys up ALL of the advertising space in a bus, subway or streetcar. It drives me INSANE! Jeez! |
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| Sunday, October 27th, 2002 |
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| Baby rats are funny. One of them is firmly sitting in the tipped over food dish, all snug and munching, and not letting anyone else close. | ||
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I'm torn. I have a novel idea for Nanowrimo, but then I had a second idea -- what if I wrote LISA II (which I've always had in mind) as my November novel? Decisions . . . . |
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Yesterday, when I did the count, I only managed to find 17 of Lois' pups, but I think I've solved the mystery. Those pups are still closed-eyed, with virtually no fur, and a complete lack of walking ability. They kind of shimmy-crawl to move around, and it takes forever. SOOOOOO. . . . when I was watching tv last night, I heard a crinkle of paper. I look down, and low and behold, who do I see slowly millimetring across a Canadian Tire flyer? I'm waiting. You know, I can wait a LOOOOONG time for you to come up with a guess. No, you're completely wrong! How stupid and idiotic you are! Why were you born? It was a ratlet! I'm not sure if this is the missing one from when I did my count, or if he'd just fallen when I was showing Jenn the cage, but there he was. I immediately got him back to Lois so that she could feed the poor little fellow and warm him up, which she did (she's a sweety when she's not recreating a dinosaur attack). Now, though, I'm being cautious of where I step just in case there's another ratlet trying to perform an updated version of Homeward Bound. I just thank my lucky stars that I heard him, and thank his lucky stars that he didn't get stepped on since I'd walked where I'd found him SEVERAL times, just minutes before I found the little tyke. |
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| Saturday, October 26th, 2002 |
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A friend of mine did this, so I figured I'd give it a go as well. Here is the list of my top ten favourite books thus far. 1. The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle Almost everyone has seen the movie that was based on this book. A few people are watching the site of the upcoming move based on this book. How many have read the book? Not enough. This book plays with story tales and folklore, weaving a much more immersive and powerful story than that first movie ever hoped to capture. Sad, carefully woven, and beautiful. 2. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by J.K. Rowling Hard to pick out of the four books which to include here, especially since I didn't like the way book four just pushed the regular school year structure aside, but the darkness of this book makes it the most captivating of the series. The characters are really growing and evolving -- the tapestry is pulling together. Fantastic. 3. Becoming a Man: Half a Life Story by Paul Monet Paul can write with such anger and passion that it was hard not to be captivated by this autobiography. He has a way of making you feel comfortable and angry, all at the same time, and too few authors these days can touch a reader like that. This book follows his early years as a sissy boy through to his adult years, through jobs, men and family relations. Fantastic. 4. I Know This Much Is True by Wally Lamb. Wally Lamb became one of my favourites within minutes of me picking up this book. A man traces his life, trying to find out where he and his twin brother fell onto different paths -- sanity, and insanity. Fascinating story of growth, personal exploration, and family. 5. The BFG by Roald Dahl. Dahl has to be on this list somewhere, and this is the one I remember with the most fondness. This is where dreams come from. Such a glorious reinvention of language, first read to me by my 2nd grade teacher. I didn't realize until many years later what sort of guts are involved in reading a book to a group of kids when so many of the words are complete inventions. Closely followed in favouriteness by the deliciously evil book, The Twits. 6. The Dragonbone Chair by Tad Williams. This first trilogy of his remains the only one that's hooked me. These books take patience, as Tad draws a 200 page story out into a 1500 page tapestry. Fantastic vision. It takes time, but it's worth it. 7. The Elfstones of Shannara by Terry Brooks. Terry is another author who moves slowly, and his books can't be read in rapid progression because of the often repetative nature of journey based story telling, but the world he's built on the bones of our own is fantastic and exiting, if long winded. 8. Dracula by Bram Stoker. Ever so much more fascinating than any of the movies, this is the source of it all. The dark, supernatural, co-existing with the real world. Madness and terror, the glorious effects of gothic horror. Modern horror movies are there for the immediate scare. The gothic climbs under your skin. 9. Not Wanted On The Voyage by Timothy Findley. A retelling of Noah and the Ark, with a stern look at patriarchal religion. Funny and heartbreaking. That poor cat. . . . 10. The Sufferings of Young Werther by Goethe. Passion, pure and simple. And one of the best reasons why epistolary novels just plain rock. |
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Rap videos should never be closed captioned. Especially when different rappers are overlapping their rapping. Especially when no-one stops to breath during the song. *shudder* It was hell. |
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