Archive for August, 2009

My parents discuss G.I. Joe

Wednesday, August 5th, 2009

“Yeah, what’s with that G.I. Joe movie? It has nothing to do with G.I. Joe!”

“It looks like any other boring action film with explosions and guns and crap.”

“Yeah, remember G.I. Joe? He was plastic and double jointed-”

“And he was green! He had a green face and karate chop action!”

“That karate chop action was going to save America from the Viet Cong. He was going to chop them into submission.”

“That’s why they lost Vietnam, you know. They raised an entire generation on G.I. Joe.”

I, introvert

Monday, August 3rd, 2009

We were hit from behind while stopped at a red light at an intersection today.  My back hurts more than it did last time I was in an accident.  I’m not sure if it was that we were hit when we were not moving or if it was that it was totally unexpected so I had no time to brace myself for it.

I won’t know the damage until tomorrow, or later this week.  That seems to be the way these things go, but I’ll definitely be seeing a doctor this time.

After the accident I went downtown to Granville Island.  It took nearly two and a half hours because buses were running on holiday schedules.

I got there late and couldn’t find the people I was supposed to meet up with.  I waited outside the restaurant for a while in case maybe they were later than me, but I was getting shaky and sugar-low so I went to go find something to eat.

I’m willing to bet that aside from buskers and people working, I was the only person there that was alone. Today was such a gorgeous day to be out with your friends/family/significant other.  But for once, that didn’t really matter.  I got some dinner from the market and sat outside to watch kids chase the pigeons around and it was pleasant.

Normally sitting in one place for any given time in public would cause me to have an anxiety attack but today I enjoyed it.  Something’s shifting for me.  I think I’ve finally reached the point where I just have to go do things myself otherwise they won’t get done.  And you know something?  I’m okay with that.

I wandered over to Maiwa Supply finally.  I’d heard there was yarn there before, but I wasn’t sure what exactly I was expecting.  There was a lot of yarn and fibre to fondle, dyes and some bolts of cloth.

I considered breifly getting something that I could sneak into the house without anyone knowing, but I realized that the only thing I could really justify getting right now – something I need – was two skeins of Cascade Eco wool to make OWLS.  Somehow in looking at pictures online I lost touch with the actual physical reality of this.  I was surprised by how big the skeins were, though I don’t know why, because if two will make a sweater then you’d think they’d be kind of large.

I didn’t get anything, finally.  I need to use up some of the stuff that I already have first.


Saturday, August 1st, 2009

The original ad had said that it was a ten minute walk from the skytrain so we decided to test it out.  Thirty minutes later we arrived.  Not bad, and not totally unexpected.

The place was kind of cavernous.  It had long, narrow dark hallways with random bedrooms that opened into random places and a few weird little rooms that could only be accessed through other bedrooms.

Apparently there was someone in there when we arrived.  The person moved silently throughout the rooms ahead of us.  It reminded me of the uncomfortable feeling I got when my dad and I went to a house that was a foreclosure sale, where all the inhabitants were there to glare at you as you walked through.

I didn’t get to see the dining room because the person was in there  – it had been converted into a bedroom by the current tenants, the evictees.  I could see why they were leaving.  The place smelled off and flies were everywhere.

They’re going to clean.  We move in September first.