Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Today Katrina mentioned that while she was at work, (she works at the fine establishment of Tim Horton's) several customers decided that they would make hurricane jokes about her. Here are some of the comments that she received.
Your too small to be a hurricane
I've been reading about the destruction you've been doing down in the states
How does it feel to be named after a hurricane
So you're that hurricane that's been destroying the states
Katrina, huh, that's like the hurricane
Now these are made especially amusing by the fact that, as reading these comments, you should be picturing a male, southern Ontario soy bean farmer, with a quasi Americanized accent and adding a deep booming chuckled at the end of each statement.
Aww, people are silly...
Friday, August 26, 2005
River sits at the dining table. Book's Bible is open in front of her, and she scribbles furiously into it, crossing out words, writing in the margins. Book walks in, speaks from across the room.
BOOK: What are we up to, sweetheart?
RIVER: Fixing your Bible.
BOOK: I--uh-- What?
RIVER: Bible's broken. Contradictions, faulty logistics--it doesn't make sense...
BOOK: No, no, you can't...
RIVER: So we'll integrate non-progressional evolution theory with God's creation of Eden -- eleven inherent metaphoric parallels already there... eleven, important number, prime number, one goes into the house of eleven eleven times but always comes out one--
BOOK: River, just take it easy. You shouldn't--
RIVER: Noah's Ark is a problem--
RIVER: We'll have to call it early quantum state phenomenon-- Only way to fit five-thousand species of mammal on the same boat-
BOOK: Gimme that! River! You don't fix the Bible!
RIVER: It's broken. It doesn't make sense.
BOOK: It's not about making sense. It's about believing in something, and letting that belief be real enough to change your life. It's about 'faith'. You don't fix faith, River. It fixes you.
(taken from http://twiztv.com/scripts/firefly/season1/firefly-104.htm)
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Here is Tesseract playing with one of her toys after eating some of the catnip. Yes, Tesseract was named after the hypergeometrical equivalent of a cube. No she was not named from the book A Wrinkle in Time. I read that book after I named her because people kept asking. Tesseract was given to me by her old owners who could no longer take care of her. She is very cuddly, but only when there is no one else around. She likes to talk a lot.
Here is Mazy hanging out at the cat spa, also having eaten some catnip. I adopted Mazy from the SPCA. Her owners gave her up when she had a kitten. She is so sweet and I cannot believe anyone would be able to give her up, but I'm glad they did. She does the most adorable leap onto her hind legs when you reach down to pet her.
Here is Lindsay and I relaxing at our camp site.
Here is a very precarious situation that involved me in flip-flops nearly plunging down a cliff into the lake. But I managed to get myself out of it. Lindsay asked "why didn't you wait to get running shoes before climbing down?" I responded "because I live for the moment and sometimes the moment doesn't think." But I didn't get hurt and it was a thrill.
Here is just a really neat looking picture. I love pictures with cool looking clouds in them. Plus I really enjoy setting up my camera in crazy places with the timer going and having to make a mad dash across all sorts of landscape to get myself into the picture.