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Alternating ear worms: Kraftwerk’s “Pocket Calculator” vs. this parody of Kate Bush’s “Running Up That Hill.”
The Serial Diners had an in-person meetup on Friday, and we made it up the three flights of stairs to the rooftop at The Pilot in Yorkdale. Expensive, but a nice patio, and we only had drinks and split a plate of fries so… who am I kidding it was still fairly expensive. Worth it to see everybody after the long gap though. I was reminded that Donald follows my tumblr (and probably this blog— *waves*).
Andrew tripped as we were going back down the stairs and bashed into a wall; I was frightened for a moment that I’d heard something break, but we were fairly near the bottom by that point, and Don helped call a cab, and Andrew doesn’t seem to be concussed, though his head and shoulder are still sore, so on Saturday I felt ok leaving him alone for a couple of hours and did grocery shopping, gave into temptation, and bought several balls of yarn I’d been eyeing at the Dollarama for a while— Lion Brand bamboo rayon, $4 a ball, which is about half what they’d cost at Michael’s. Dollarama must have picked up a few batches at a clearance sale somewhere. They only had bright pink and bright orange; I went for the bright orange. It’s very soft and drapey, and I’ve started a loose-knit batwing sweater.
Sunday I went to a clothing swap, which turned out to have been organized by goths, so my wardrobe is now well-set for Fall with a couple of black sweaters; a purplish casual dress in printed jersey, like a long sleeveless graphic tee; a Diane Von Furstenberg-style wrap dress in a white-on-black floral print; a black cotten-twill kilt; a red paisley wrap/dressing-gown sort of thing; some textured grey tights; and a strip of iridescent black coque tailfeathers (i.e. the stuff Desire is wearing as a collar on the new Sandman show).
Realized last night I’d forgot to make the last property-tax payment of the year on Thursday, and I don’t currently have enough to cover it, so I’ll have to do it next week when I get paid. Hope they don’t penalize us too much.
Not Happy At All about the ongoing attempts by the Ontario and Quebec provincial governments to create public and private tiers of health care, which seem likely, if passed, to just make public health care worse.
ETA just remembered: I got this weird phone call at work last Thursday from someone who identified himself as representing an “organization of ununionized workers” wanting to reach out in opposition to unions? I’m guessing some kind of union-busting astroturf group. Not knowing what else to do, I forwarded him to HR. Afterwards it struck me as a bit rich to be making that kind of call the week before Labour Day weekend.
The Serial Diners had an in-person meetup on Friday, and we made it up the three flights of stairs to the rooftop at The Pilot in Yorkdale. Expensive, but a nice patio, and we only had drinks and split a plate of fries so… who am I kidding it was still fairly expensive. Worth it to see everybody after the long gap though. I was reminded that Donald follows my tumblr (and probably this blog— *waves*).
Andrew tripped as we were going back down the stairs and bashed into a wall; I was frightened for a moment that I’d heard something break, but we were fairly near the bottom by that point, and Don helped call a cab, and Andrew doesn’t seem to be concussed, though his head and shoulder are still sore, so on Saturday I felt ok leaving him alone for a couple of hours and did grocery shopping, gave into temptation, and bought several balls of yarn I’d been eyeing at the Dollarama for a while— Lion Brand bamboo rayon, $4 a ball, which is about half what they’d cost at Michael’s. Dollarama must have picked up a few batches at a clearance sale somewhere. They only had bright pink and bright orange; I went for the bright orange. It’s very soft and drapey, and I’ve started a loose-knit batwing sweater.
Sunday I went to a clothing swap, which turned out to have been organized by goths, so my wardrobe is now well-set for Fall with a couple of black sweaters; a purplish casual dress in printed jersey, like a long sleeveless graphic tee; a Diane Von Furstenberg-style wrap dress in a white-on-black floral print; a black cotten-twill kilt; a red paisley wrap/dressing-gown sort of thing; some textured grey tights; and a strip of iridescent black coque tailfeathers (i.e. the stuff Desire is wearing as a collar on the new Sandman show).
Realized last night I’d forgot to make the last property-tax payment of the year on Thursday, and I don’t currently have enough to cover it, so I’ll have to do it next week when I get paid. Hope they don’t penalize us too much.
Not Happy At All about the ongoing attempts by the Ontario and Quebec provincial governments to create public and private tiers of health care, which seem likely, if passed, to just make public health care worse.
ETA just remembered: I got this weird phone call at work last Thursday from someone who identified himself as representing an “organization of ununionized workers” wanting to reach out in opposition to unions? I’m guessing some kind of union-busting astroturf group. Not knowing what else to do, I forwarded him to HR. Afterwards it struck me as a bit rich to be making that kind of call the week before Labour Day weekend.
