Lazy Thursday

Sometimes being productive sucks. I just wanna bum around, and have everything handed to me, already complete, ready for me to reap benefits from. Like this Guerilla Garden I’ve been blogging about so much. I get myself all pumped up about it, then I talk myself down. Cleaning my apartment has been necessary for a while, but it just doesn’t hold the appeal of a bike ride along the river. I’ve rewritten my resumé to facilitate application to wait/bar jobs, but have yet to put it to the test.

I’ve even put off doing the dishes in favour of designing this mix tape logo, painting a rock, makeing a necklace and hemming up a pair of new shorts. You could call this avoidance but call it priorities. I’ve been wanting to update the overall look of my blog for a while. The only antidote for this fervent desire is to forsake all other trivial distractions like dinner, and housework in favour of my blog.

Hmmm, then on second thought, perhaps I’ll do it tomorrow.

It's a date

I got my membership card, as well as a letter from the Guerilla Gardening guy in England the other day, and I think I'll start germinating some seeds tomorrow. I've got a green house in Caistor Centre (it's just a little tiny one) which makes germinating much easier, but I should be able to do it from Holmedale too, sans greenhouse. Once I get some plants poking through the soil in my window boxes I'll start transferring them to an outdoor location. If you wanted in on the Guerilla Gardening project, you can start growing in window boxes too, and we'll all transplant together one night.

Yeah, I know we’re below 49, but it’s an expression.

Barney came to the mall this weekend. He sang and dances while the children all sang along. He brought a couple of pals along too. One with a guitar and the other with a bunch of silly hats. They sang too, and occupied the swarms of children and their parents until Barney made his appearance.

Some of the other mall employees complained about the few hundred screaming children all clustered into one corner of the mall (coincidentally the corner right beside our kiosk), whereas I enjoyed hearing the tykes sing along. That is except for the alphabet song.

I was with the crowd for A, B, C, E, F, and G. I followed along happily as they sang about H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O and P. I smiled as everyone rounded Q, R, S, T, U, V. My heart sank when they cried out in unison (as though each child and parent had been born and raised south of the 49th parallel) W, X, Y and Zeeeeeeee!!!

It broke my heart. I was brought up (as were all of my English speaking ancestors) to believe that the last letter of the alphabet was called zed. I’ve always felt that you don’t change the alphabet so it rhymes in a song, and we don’t need another letter that rhymes with E, 30% of the alphabet already does! My only solace has been reading this, and then reading this. Then this kinda stirred the flames again, but I think I'm okay now!

Earth Day!

This Earth Day, why not celebrate by actually doing something to ease the strain on our planet. I’m not sure what I’m going to do but this goat sure has the right idea! Sadly I haven’t had enough time to coordinate any Guerilla Gardening, but I know I’ll think of something else worthwhile.

I wrote about this before, but I think today would be a good day to republish it! You can figure out how big your ecological footprint is.

On the road again

I got a new bike the other day and today I got to ride it all over hell’s half acre. I followed bike trails through the woods, the rail trail, and got a slight sunburn. It was worth it. If I can sustain my enthusiasm I might just get in shape in time for the beach.

As my bike ride came to an end I headed home, and took a turn down Dufferin Avenue. Normally a street known for it’s wonderful sights (beautiful heritage mansions) tonight the scenery was complimented by the smell of freshly planted flowers. Made me glad to be alive!

It also made me want to garden!! I’ve been scouting out some spots for our community garden, and have a few sites that look promising. I also found a secluded spot by the train tracks which would be good for a vegetable patch. I’ll keep everyone posted, and please feel free to suggest new sites or ideas.

Every monkey like to be, in my place instead of me . .

I prefer Manu Chao's version, but either way I cannot get enough of this song. It's one of the few songs that I've over listened to, over a period of years, and still think is fantastic. If you've never heard it, you're missing out. If you have . . . good for you. You want a prize or something?!?

Increasingly uncommon inspiration

I’ve recently been reading a lot about Guerilla gardening. Not only was I inspired by the idea, but I was also reminded of a time when I unwittingly gardened guerilla style. . .

My friends and I were going to head to St. Catherines for the day, and had planned to hit up some old record shops, vintage stores, and grab a pita for dinner. Having arranged all this ahead of time, we had to drive to each friend’s house and pick them up before we left. While picking up Drawme I noticed that her father had been doing some gardening and had uprooted several chive plans which he was planning on throwing out. My reasons for picking up the chives and taking them in the car with us to St. Catherines, is not lost to the sands of time (however had I not, I wouldn’t have this wicked story you’re reading). When we got out of the car in St. Catherines I ran across the street and planted the chives in a garden outside a cat hospital. We took a picture of my friends and I standing beside it, and that was that.

Some months later, we decided to go back to St. Catherines. Once we were there, we remembered the chives! Not only were they still there, they had grown substantially since the time they had been re-planted! We took another picture and once again headed off, this time to get some ice-cream. After that, a few years passed before I was able to join the gang for another trip to St.Catherines. By that point none of us were very optimistic, and we were sure they wouldn’t have wintered very well. We were wrong. The chives were still there (and although still limp from the freshly melted snow, they appeared to have suffered no lasting ill effects. We took another picture (this time with chives in our mouths) and walked away, contented that our small contribution to this urban garden was alive and well.

Remembering this story has once again inspired me, and (I’m gonna try this one more time) if you would like to get involved in some guerilla gardening projects with me this starting soon, and running through the summer, I would love to hear from you. I have been in touch with a British gardening organization, and once I figure out how much interest there is, I might contact some Canadian organizations as well. PLEASE RESPOND IF YOU'RE INTERESTED!!

The wise man built what???

Mr. E Dobson (the E stands for Evil) recently asked me to look up pictures of ‘The House On The Rock’ in Google. He had never seen the place, but it was a location in a book he’s reading and he was curious to see what it was really like. After having surfed around, and looked at some of the pictures, I have discovered that The House on the Rock is one messed up house! It’s really cool, but it’s all out of context and serves no real purpose. It’s like a place out of space and time. Mr. Dobson likens it to ‘a place where things go to die’. What a morbid bugger.

Why spell your name with only 1 letter?!?

Yesterday I was trying to find a picture of this guy . . .


And I ended up finding a picture of this mess . . .

What a mixup! Isn't the internet a wonderfull place?

Look what I drew . . .

. . . at work!

TA-DA!!!

It’s my version of the Neptune mask from below!!

I sold many, many phones today! (*wink*)

Neptune for Mayor!

This guy's got a point!

Drinking water and expressing your creativity are both important facets of the human experience. Without water you'll die. (It's a scientific fact! Unless you're a baboon in the Namib.) Without expressing your creative spark you'll shrivel up, like a fig, inside and never fulfill your true potential. Plus, if you're a fig, you might get eaten by a baboon to remain hydrated.

Hosenfefer, hosenfefer, hosenfefer step!

Sometimes, I think travelling the globe would be a LOT of fun! I get really excited about the possibilities for cultural experiences and adventures. This guy, however, was EXTREMELY happy to be living his dream!

01:02:03 04/05/06

I found this on Tribe.com and thought it was interesting enough to post!!

"I don't post often, but here is something worthy of reflecting upon.
On this Wednesday morning, at two minutes and three seconds after 1:00 in the morning, the time and date will be 01:02:03 04/05/06.
This will never happen again.
Cheers, BusDriver "

At 1:02am this morning I woke up in a cold sweat. I was unable to fall back to sleep until I checked the time, and then I drifted off peacefully. Once asleep I dreamt vividly of numbers. The counting was accompanied by a feeling of rapture and the sound of laughter.

Now thanks to Bus Driver I can begin to unravel the mystery that surrounds . . .

The Counting Hour!

1 Year of blogging!!!

Today marks one year since I started this blog. When I started this blog I really had no interest in starting a blog, I just wanted to comment on Shabudabu’s blog and she had it set to members only. Not having a blog myself I didn’t know that was a setting she could change, so I foolishly started blogging. At first I didn’t have much to say (except on the subject of frustration and mucous) and thus stopped updating for a while. When I DID catch the blogging bug, it was too late. I had forgotten my login name and password. Determined to remember I e-mailed blogger and asked if they could help me remember. They couldn’t. I brokenly decided to start another blog and thusly entered a login name and password, both of which sounded familiar. So I tried the new login and password on my old account, and it worked. ‘Bloody Daffodils’ I yelled (or something to that effect) and I was off.


Blogging is much more difficult than I had originally expected, and I am not always sure I do a very good job. Anyone can fill a blog with text, but making that text something someone else will want to read, that’s a whole different challenge. The secret, I think, is to share openly. People like to catch glimpses into the lives of strangers, and if everything they read has been self censored, they’re going to lose interest. At the same time, who wants to bear their soul openly on the internet for ‘god know’s who’ to read? The balance is difficult to find, and it’s something that after a year, still manages to elude me.

Thank you everyone who supports me by reading and responding to ColourCircus. Thanks to those who have answered questions and offered advice. As a way of saying thank you, I now link to you a little game called Mancala Snails.

And now, for something completely different . . .

Sheer Genius

Check it out!

A terrible shame

Well, today is April first, and as promised I will now post the winner of the ‘Hero’ contest from the 24^th. The winning entry was a portrait of LeVar Burton. This picture was chosen because nobody else entered the contest. Seriously, how hard is it to draw a hero in a computer program designed for that purpose? It didn’t even have to be your real hero. I picked LeVar Burton who, although a fine actor, is not what I would consider overly heroic. Anyway, here's the pic . . .

Perhaps the next contest will bear more fruit. Until then I live in hope . . .