Another ‘this is the last letter I’m sending you’. I think Monday I’m going to call the police and see what happens from there. I sent my mum the bit about the Yale. I know she spends time there.
Gavin was wonderful enough to cover for me so I could quick bike up to the Vancouver Dyke March up at Grandview Park. It started at noon from Victoria Park, but there was no way for me to make that due to work. After chat began, however, I was able to leave Gavin on chat. I tucked Skatia into a bag, slung him on my back and pedeled up the hill to the park. Took me a bit to find Silva, what with having a ferret on my shoulder and a tank of a bicycle to maneuver around the crowd, but when I did it was lovely. I wasn’t expecting quite so many people. Certainly a proud turn-out. *ducks*
I have some pictures now of Silva and I with and without ferret. He went quite well with her outfit and loved the attention everyone gave him as he wandered around. I’m going to get them developed as soon as the roll is done. I think tonight I’m going to finish it. When they’re done I’ll get doubles of the ones I like and send them of to Gavool. We’ve got a scanner here too, so they’ll show up on-line. I was pleasantly surprised that a group of wonderful people knew my name. Tara and Kit and Elaine with Spike. Everyone now with white fur somewhere stuck to thier clothes. My day has been improved beyond all reckoning.
I need another one of these like I need another insistant suitor. I check every few days. Last night there wasn’t one, but today there was. I don’t like how much he thinks about my family and I’m thankful he doesn’t remember my name.
While watching Wasabi, (“Quite Possibly The Greatest French-Language, English-Subtitled, Japanese Action-Comedy Of All Time“), last night with Dan, I had a bit of an odd moment. Jean Reno was on-screen being a super sexy french ninja and I realized suddenly that I seem to be in a relationship with someone with who shares particular pieces of that killer style/aesthetic.
*worry* I think I’m in love with a Spider Jerusalam.
Who knew bathing a ferret would be so easy? I’m used to cats, with thier four out of five pointy ends. Loud yowling murderous complaints. Instead, I have a slightly damp ferret wandering EVERYWHERE through my room. I don’t imagine he’s none too pleased with me, though the water was warm. He sniffs me and then goes away. It seems I have a fairly ferret proof room. Damn – except behind my computer. That will have to be taped up somehow. Lucky I have a Spoooky. Squeaky toys have him running out from whichever cranny to come investigate. He shares some traits with cats. If there’s a bag, he must crawl inside.
So how does one get a ferret happy with you if he’s turning down outmeal raison cookies?
Soap, water, ring ring.
Damnit! “Oh not again… Leave a message! I’m not dripping wet naked for you.” Don’t you hate it when the phone rings when you’re in the shower? I’m expecting three calls, none I particularly want to miss, one a maybe from Calgary.
Do they leave a message? No.
Does #69 work? “The user you are asking after does not recieve calls at this number. Thank you for using Telus”
How altogether frustrating.
edit: Ray has a cell.. *shrugs* Who knew he ever used it?
found thanks to warren ellis
I was late to the fireworks and it was a pity, as they were quite splendidly done. There were some I’d never seen before. Pale washed out green, they look like they were exploding in slow motion. My ghodmum, Silva, had dropped in on-line just as I was leaving. She’s very new to messenger. Just today was her first day. In stopping to chat with her, I was late and caught a bus that let me off halfway down Davie street at exactly ten o’clock. I ran flying down the hill, all the way into the thick crowd at Denman. I had been given clear instructions as to where everyone was, but certainly I was not to find them in the mass of distracted humans. Ten minutes brought me as close as I could to where they were to be, searching faces in the flash bright of the sky. I gave up rather soon on the hopeless cause and sat in a free space right at the water. I’m starting to think that as long as I have people to meet afterwards, maybe I should go to events alone. Toes in the ocean, leaning back into the sand. No idiots until afterwards. I was standing on a log, yelling out Victoria and Kyles names when someone swatted me from behind. Once I’ll let go, but the second time I turned around and whipped my nails across his back. I certainly hope he has a girlfriend. Hah. Right across the shoulder, as incriminating as garters on a mini-skirted secretary. Later, after everyone else finally arrived at True Confections I cleaned the skin out from under my nails in the washroom. Vague worries about contamination in these days we live in. I sat with Victoria, Kyle and Dianna‘s brother, a non-stop chatterbox of an offensive teenager boy with girlfriend. I supect the other table fared slightly better conversation. True to word, I got the tiramisu cheesecake.. So did Kyle after he asked about it and I described it as “an On button. Have some and you will suddenly be wittier, more awake, alive, intelligent and more charming. It’s an exquisite woman in a slinky black dress, champagne in hand, licking your tongue after drinking honey“.
I suppose I should mention that afterwards, while we were walking down Robson, there was a period where I took my shirt off.
This one is scariest so far…