This Is How My Day Usually Starts...

First of all, I usually confirm that there is a shampoo thief within our midst.  I went ahead and marked my shampoo bottle with eyeliner this morning instead of taking it out of the shower, just to prove to myself that I'm not being paranoid and the gays (yes, two gay guys) are abusing my shampoo! I'll have to check my bottle tomorrow to see if they touched it.

After showering, I read a tiny bit and then I get dressed.  After that, I take my laptop out of my room and settle in the living room.  So now I'm drinking tea and listening to one of the gay guys as he vacuums the hallway even though some people are still in bed.  What the FUCK is up with that? Also, the vacuum terrifies the dog.

Movin' on! While I drink tea, I fire up Skype to see if my glorious Norwegian is awake and eventually, when I remember, I turn on MSN to see if any of the relatives (mainly my twin sister) are around and need to tell me stuff.  This morning, apparently, there is a ridiculous amount of snow falling in our nation's capital (remember, I'm Canadian) and my twin sister (who will now be referred to as TwinSis) is anything but pleased by this.  The conversation went on as follows:

TwinSis: STFU NOOB!!!  And your shorts weather!!!  They're 15cm of snow fallen on the ground since this morning!  And I must TRUDGE in it!! TRUDGE!!!!!!  *bristles*


Me: =3  If it'll make you feel better, I wouldn't wear shorts in our weather here.  Short sleeves for sure, though.

TwinSis: Also: Snow is to public servants as sunlight is to non-Twilight vampires!

Me: How so?

TwinSis: We're scared of it.  When it snows, we hole up in our little offices, and don't venutre out for lunch, or coffee, or what have you.

Me: XD!!!  That's fucking hilarious.



TwinSis: You think so?  I personally think I need to lay off the meds...

Me:  Can I put this conversation on my blog?

TwinSis: You sure can, just hide my name, if possible.

Me: Of course!

TwinSis: You may also add this:  That's why we were able to go out to lunch at the pub today.  All the other PS workers had scarpered off to their safe little holes, and The Oak was empty!


I have no idea what The Oak is but I'm sure I'll find out soon, since I'll be heading over to see her in a few weeks.  Other than that, my glorious Norwegian doesn't seem to be up yet, so now I need to flail around and figure out how to occupy the rest of my morning.  Thankfully, it's 11:02 AM right now, so I can occupy myself by trying to decide what to have for lunch in an hour or so.

Then there will be more flailing around and, eventually, I'll probably just settle on flailing around on World of Warcraft, staring sadly at my guild reputation and wishing for it to be Exalted suddenly and magically, because I want that damned Dark Phoenix mount.

Just wait, phoenix.  One day, you will be mine.  I WILL HAVE YOU!

Oh, and before she brings it up...Amber, I don't plan on causing drama when I do manage to get proof that the gays are using my shampoo.  I just want the satisfaction of catching them in the act.  Chill!

BUA HA HAAA!!!

UPDATE: TwinSis read this and then the following conversation also took place.

TwinSis:  O_O  I wrote "there" wrong...

Me: Yes, you did.

TwinSis:  ...edeet and feex?

Me:  NOES! Your typo must be seen by ALL!

TwinSis:  But...  my failures....

Me:  SEEN.  BY.  ALL.

TwinSis:  ...failures....

Me:  And now Amber has seen it too.

TwinSis:  *whimper*

Me:  *adds this part of the convo to her blog*

TwinSis:  X3


That is all.

The Main Reason I Will Miss California

I woke up this morning to see that the sky was a glorious, bright blue and that the weather was delightful enough to leave my jacket inside if I went out in the yard.  After lunch, I looked over at Amber and asked if she was busy because I didn't want to spoil this lovely day after several days of either cold weather or rain.

We had to wait a little while for the guys to get back from the store, but when they did, we geared up and got ready to go.

On impulse, I snatched up my camera.  I'm glad I did because a few things definitely caught my eye.  It was a bit cool to start and I had brought my jacket but I tied it around my waist and it was fine.

The neighborhood is kinda nice.  We wandered around for a while but, eventually, we encountered the ghetto.  We quickly decided to find a different route, just to play it safe.  I like the trees in this area.

Quite a few surprisingly big ones, and there's also a few exotic ones.  I was delighted when we came upon a pair of Japanese magnolias.  I've always loved these trees, I think they're absolutely gorgeous, and I've never seen two such big ones so close together.

Want a better look?  Check out the "close-ups" here and here.  I love Japanese magnolias.  I'm really happy I got to see some before I head back to Canada.  I had to look up the name again, I just call them tulip trees.  They're really nice.

So it was a good day for a walk.  I feel better for it.  And it's days like these--not too hot, not too cold, beautiful day--that will make me miss California.

Edit:  As an afterthought, I realized something that might not have been obviously pronounced in this blog entry.  The main reason I'll miss California is because of my best friend Amber.  We both went on the walk that got me to take these pictures.  I don't like walking by myself so if it weren't for her, I'd probably stay inside and be too timid to get out there.

My extended visit here was very unexpected but there is a silver lining to every cloud and for this particular stormy cloud, Amber definitely gives it its silver lining.

AH LUFF DJOO, AMBINERD!

**WARNING** Adult Content!

WATCH OUT! The following blog entry might creep you out! You might learn some things about me that you seriously do NOT want to know.  You've been warned!

So I've been under a lot of stress lately.

As we all know, there are certain activities one can partake in to help relieve some of the stress one might be feeling.  Let's just call it self-love.

To be honest, when it comes to self-love, I am a complete and utter amateur.  In fact, one might even call me a self-love virgin! It wasn't for lack of trying but after quite a few unsuccessful tries--especially recently with all the stress going on--I finally decided to admit my frustrations to the one person who knows me best and wouldn't laugh.

I went to my best friend Amber.

After telling her my frustrations and pulling my hair and ranting and admitting this was a situation filled with absolute suffering and nearly painful, she took a drag of her cigarette and looked at me and said, "...you know, there's a sex shop right down the street."

Honestly, I'm a huge chicken when it comes to sex toys.  I've never tried any, I've never been curious enough to check it out, and I've never really wanted to.  However, now I'm in a situation where I really don't see myself going on the prowl.  So I gave Amber a look and said the first thing that came to mind, "There's no damn way I'm buying a freakin' dildo."

She kinda rolled her eyes and said, "So just get a vibrator."

"Idon'thaveanymoney," I quickly countered.

"Dude, you can get one for, like, ten bucks," she replied.

"I don't have that!" I really don't, to be honest.

"I can buy you one," she said.

And that gave me pause.  We'd gone outside so Amber could have a smoke and so that I, who was sexually frustrated, could ease some of my discomfort by playing fetch with the dog.  I didn't say anything more for a good long while.  I think maybe one or two hours.  Finally, when she went to have another smoke, I went with her.

"...is that sex shop within walking distance?" I asked, not daring to look at her.

"Yeah, but it's kinda late to be going now," she pointed out.  It was dark by then.

"No, no.  I know," I said.  "I was kinda thinking maybe, tomorrow...we could go for a walk and...well, go browse."  I coughed meaningfully.  She knew what I meant.  "We could go on an adventure!"

"Alright, cool!" she agreed.  Amber, obviously, has a lot more experience in this stuff than I do.

So we went on an adventure today.  Two brave, bold women went for a calorie-burning walk down the street.  We had to go all the way down to the first set of lights because j-walking across our street was just asking to get hit by a car.  It's a busy street.  Into the sex shop, we bravely ventured, and departed with our goods.  VOCTORY!

I have the best best friend in the world.  Thanks to her, I'm now the proud new owner of a vibrator.

I'll also be studying the Pavlov's dog theory.  No, not really.  I'm just a huge computer geek.

Random Stuff

Although I'm not that involved in comics and all that, I must say that I find Batman to be rather admirable and I think (though it's highly unlikely) that if I got into it, Batman might be my favorite character.  Amber would disagree with me but I don't really care.  She's a sucker.  I bet it has mostly to do with the fact that Batman is a confirmed and confident heterosexual.

I think popcorn is the best snack ever.  There are so many varieties of it.  My favorite, at the moment, is some weird goose brand I found at the 99 Cents store.  This one's butter-flavored.  I absolutely adore cheese-flavored popcorn as well, though I tried a "new release" a few years ago that was microwaveable cheese popcorn.  It smelled and tasted like burned scrambled eggs.  That was a fail if I ever saw one.  I really don't like caramel popcorn, but that's no big deal since I'm rarely in a situation where it's the only snack available.  No worries there.  Yes, popcorn is the best.

Recently, I've been finding myself inspired by locker rooms.  My musings about them have been rather successful.

Family Guy...just no.  Please, no.

I love unicorns.  I don't collect them or anything, but seriously! They have this new product out in the States, these things called Pillow Pets.  One of them is a lavender unicorn.  I wouldn't mind owning this, to be honest.  Why?

...because it's FLUFFY and lavender and OMFG it's a UNICORN!  It's adorable.  Yes, I'm feminine, see?

Locker rooms.  Wee!

I need to give Amber my meatloaf recipe, sometime.  I guess maybe my lasagne recipe, too.  I'll get on that one of these days.

Yep, Batman is totally a confident heterosexual.

I haven't had tea in a while.  Maybe I should! That'd be nice.

That ought to be all for now.


UPDATE:  There's been a response to my comment about Batman.  You can find it here.

Second-Hand Show Viewing

I love my friends very much.  I'm currently living with my best friend Amber and her husband.

Amber is really great.  We have a lot of things in common and we enjoy a lot of the same things.  It's pretty great.  The thing about Amber is that she discovers something new, researches it to death, adores it completely (it's really too cute to be called an obsession) and then makes other people see or read or listen (or whatever) to it so that they will love it just as much as she does.

(She's sitting next to me right now and I have to bark at her to look away so she doesn't spoil the read.)

Usually, when she tries this on me, it does end up being a good thing and it works well.  I end up telling her I did enjoy it and she was right.  There are some very rare occasions, however, when it turns into a hit or miss type of situation.

This evening, I am the second-hand watcher of Smallville.  This series is one of Amber's misses.  True, it is possible that the fact I haven't seen the beginning of the series doesn't help, but now I've seen a few of the episodes and I really don't know how I could get interested in it.


(And before you even suggest it, Amber, let's keep watching True Blood instead of starting on Smallville, m'kay?)

Still, though I'm fiddling around on my laptop while Amber and her husband watch this, I don't hold it against them.  The point of this post is that I'm glad my best friend and I don't agree on everything.  It gives us stuff to debate about.  She knows I drag my feet on stuff even though, in the end, we usually enjoy whatever project she forces on me.

Getting to sit next to her and make fun of her show is still considered as time being spent with her.  I really enjoy it anyway.  Even though Smallville kinda sucks and is pretty freaking dramatic.

Amber's great.  She's a stunted runt and didn't know where Hawaii is and she's American, but I love her anyway.

Welcome to my rambles.  They tend to happen sporadically! I don't actually suffer that badly from sleep deprivation but at the creation of this blog, I happened to be going through one such phase.  It happens, sometimes.

I'm French-Canadian (but not from Québec), walking the Earth (this translates to "I'm not working").  I've lived in northern Ontario, Sacramento (California) and I love showing off the shoes I wore when I traveled to Trondheim, Norway.  I have my own problems, just like anyone else, but I really don't like sharing them with strangers.  Surprise!

(Okay, maybe sometimes I'll forget I said that and indulge a little tiny bit, but most likely in a minimum detail way.  I like dramatic movies, so I might rant about drama on rare occasions.  I hope.)

So, what's up with Teasaur, Voctory and Doom? This is the interesting part.

I am very bad at figuring out titles.  I love to write, mostly for my own enjoyment, but when it comes to picking titles for stuff, I absolutely fail at it.  In addition, when I get tired, I get severely dumbed down.  So on this day of the birth of my blog, I was faced with the dilemma of choosing a title for it.

I was not mentally prepared for this challenge, what with the onslaught of sleep deprivation.

After some careful consideration, I decided to do what any normal person would do: I asked advice from a friend.  This friend of mine is European, intelligent, funny, charming and really quite brilliant.

However, the first two suggestions ("Death to America!" and "Death to all fanatics!") didn't seem to convey the theme I wanted.

The two of us had been awake for too long, really.  So eventually, our title-choosing conversation drifted towards words that we frequently use when speaking with each other.  And that's how Teasaur, Voctory and Doom came to be.

Teasaur is new.  At first I thought he'd made it up from the word "thesaurus," since I mentioned looking one up for a synonym of the word "domain."  But I was wrong! Teasaur is a play on the words "dinosaur" and "teaser."  I give full credit to my European friend for creating it.

Voctory is a typo of "victory."  We use it often enough when we feel like cheering and being "voctorious."

Doom has many meanings.  We use it as a reference for smoking, incoming badness, that kind of stuff.  Doom is also my blog's mascot.

I'll eventually figure out how to make some sort of banner or something, but yeah.  There's this blog's mascot.

The purpose of my blog is vague, but something along the lines of storytelling.  Maybe about me, maybe about other things or people I know.  I love writing for the simple purpose of my own enjoyment and my blog will hopefully demonstrate that.

Or I could just complain about the next horrible movie I've seen.

Welcome to Teasaur, Voctory and Doom! Enjoy your stay.  If you don't, well...navigate away from here.


~Fel


Edit:  Yes, I realize that Doom is a pre-existing character from a Norwegian kids' television show.  I still renamed him and made him my mascot, anyway.