Poor Oliver

Okay,

I know I just posted a blog, but I just went on to Stuff on my Cat.com after a long hiatus and found this. The picture alone is pretty sweet 'cause I love seeing cats looking so pissed off at things that humans think are adorable. But what totally did me in were the comments people left.

WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?? ARE THEY FOR REAL??

I especially like the way "Kitty Gumdrops" managed to use the word "finagle."

Enjoy,
Sids

07/13: Oliver has always felt he was more flower than cat.
Category: Nature On My Cat
Posted by: Mario

Comments

chase1639 wrote:
It's somewhat like a coffin.
07/13 12:38:19
Mister Juju wrote:
Oliver must REALLY loves those flowers..he has two submissions with them!
07/13 12:41:07
Kitty Gumdrops wrote:
That looks like an awfully small flowerbox. How did he finagle in there I wonder?
07/13 12:42:37
edgar&emily-s_mom wrote:
Sorry Oliver, you don't smell like a flower! But on the plus side you are much more beautiful.
07/13 13:13:42
Meowser wrote:
If those were daisies, Oliver would be pushin up daisies!
07/13 13:14:58
TGIF wrote:
Hope nobody "picks" Oliver and puts him in a vase full of water!
07/13 13:23:21
ugm84 wrote:
In Russia, flower wears you! :)
07/13 13:24:44
Miranda-s Mom wrote:
Oliver IS a flower - so sweet and pretty (handsome?).
07/13 13:36:46
Ringo-neko chan wrote:
"I hear that hummingbirds really REALLY like geraniums... dum dee dum dum.... nobody here but us flowers..."
07/13 13:43:26
Kimm wrote:
Sweet little white paw-paw hanging out!!
07/13 13:48:34
minouche(mtl) wrote:
Damned weeds!!!
07/13 15:37:16
Gata wrote:
The sweetest pic ever!
07/13 16:17:09
PJ wrote:
Awwwwwwwwwww
07/13 16:28:20
kellkat wrote:
I wish I could grow me one of those!
07/13 17:33:09
Suzy Cat wrote:
Awwwwww so sweet!
07/13 18:50:42
SageHen wrote:
What do the seeds look like?
07/13 20:11:51
Alysia wrote:
If that was my cat those flowers would have all been be-headed by now
07/13 20:41:51

Three Quarters In...

The Lovely Linny,

It was 37 degrees here in the Best Coast today, so I’m blogging from outside on my balcony under the pink sunset. Why have I never thought of this before??? I can look west and see mountains from where I stand here in Burnaby. I can never understand where they are. Some say it’s Point Grey. Others say it’s as far as Vancouver Island. Right now, I don’t care. I’m pretty sure they will build 30 storey buildings there soon and I won’t be able to see them at all. But those buildings are not there now, and that’s all that matters to me tonight. I’m ¾ into a bottle of white wine and I’ve come to the conclusion that this is the best place to be. I always think I should take it that one step further and drink the rest of the bottle (I am my father’s daughter after all) but really, it’s somewhere in that vicinity for me that it usually goes from thought provoking to loser drunk. 3/4s in. That’s the place I wish I could be the rest of my life….



Lately I’ve been staying home a lot, partly due to the load of work I have in my last semester of VFS, but mainly due to lack of funds…which I’m really okay with. I’ve been “renting” movies from the library lately that I’ve always wanted to see… Kirusawa’s Ikiru, Truffaut’s Jules and Jim, Midnight Cowboy…even Whale Rider. The library is like a free Blockbuster Video with way cooler movies. I like it. And these last few months I’ve realized something about Vancouver that I never thought I would think… Here I don’t think about money. It’s weird, cuz it’s a big city with great fashion and high priced real estate. But I don’t. Perhaps it’s these writer friends I keep. In fact, I’m pretty sure it is. But lately I’ve been really happy and in a not-wanting state of mind. It’s completely liberating.



Just sitting on my balcony, watching the pink sunset, drinking wine by myself. Of course a little whiff of the B.C bud goes by. These are the times I don’t mind being alone. And I don’t really want to go back inside. Not just because it’s so damn hot, but because that’s where I’ll remember how much I miss people….like you. But soon I’ll have someone living with me to keep me company. My knight in shining…blue “Go Home Art Fag Scum” shirt and Brody jeans. I can’t wait. So, in light of my tipsy nostalgia tonight, I present you with some pics from last October at the Opus in Calgary. I don’t know if I mentioned it to you at the time, but I distinctly remember thinking that night that I thought this was the last time you, me, Noomie, Y-Roc, and Ry-Guy were ever going to be all together at once at 1313. I distinctly remember thinking that. And then Cory shoved Ryan through a piece of drywall in their suits and ties, and I lost my train of thought. But I hope it's not the last time, cuz we’re all a lot of fun.

Enjoy,

Sids

P.S. I'm sure we'll all enjoy the photo evidence of your whorish texting caught live on camera

P.P.S. The reason there aren't any pics of Noomie here is because he'd already pissed off my cousin's friend by this point and gone home. Apparently she still talks about him. Ha ha

P.P.P.S. Where was Wayne this night? That's really a shame. Too bad we didn't get any of Heff either. He made our night just that much more fan-dam-tastic!

Same Same But Different

J-Sid,
I write you this from Montana Coffee Traders after a lonnnng break from our blog. I'm not sure what brought about this hiatus. Prob a combo of finals, friends, the Puppy, TA training, and of course....facebook. All i know is when i tried to log in to our account today I had forgotten how, and I didn't like it.

Well, last week I sat in the grass around a bonfire drunkenly singing along to pegs playing The Hip on her guitar. It is official, summer has begun. Being back in West has been a trip. It is exactly the like the old days except also not at all like the old days. It reminds me of a shifty little saying they use in Korea when they don't want to admit their product is slightly sub-par: "Same Same But Different." But I am content, and that's all that matters. Let me introduce you to this year's crew:

Blonde: is the new name lynn has decided to stick me with and it has caught on with the rooks. Im a pretty kick ass supervisor if i do say so myself. I think I've fostered a pretty enthusiastic, laid back, positive workplace atmosphere...lots of encouragement especially towards marketing projects haha. I was initially worried that I wouldnt be able to maintain the respect of my crew once they saw me up to my typical Linny antics. So i decided to skip the grief of it and shatter any illusions of respect from the get-go. So far it's worked out great.

Lynn: The Slightly Bitter One. lynn is same adorable old lynn but a lot sassier. I enjoy her wit immensely. She has also developed a romantic affair in the office with Bendy, the Calgary Stampede themed Horse.

Katie: the hyper_blond. Katie can be best described as an intellectual with an edge. We have already bonded over our shared penchant for biting. Oh yea, she also has a sweet tooth to rival Tuggy Nutshot's, yet im pretty sure she's a size 2. It's not like I've busted out the measuring tape or anything...yet. I'll prob save that till she falls asleep. HaHa.

Karla: The DarkHorse of the Crew. She is fresh out of Lister Res and on the surface level, a wanna-be american eagle type keener cutie-pie. But she is slowly revealing herself as a street-smart BC Wild Child.

Nate-Dawg: Comin' straight outta the NorthWest Mothafuckin' Territories. He is by far the best story teller of the crew, regaling us with tales of his Northern Party Times. He is a ridiculous upgrade from the days of the Bot. I predict he will be my frieda's wingman of the summer, never one to turn down another drink.

To get the summer kicked off we had a Mexican Themed Night. I guess it's a little ironic a bunch of Canadians living in the US decided to celebrate the Culture of Mexico but we all wanted an excuse to devote an entire night to Tequila Worship. Katie and I also invented a new salad we named the Monster Mexican Montana Mash....South Beach Friendly.

Yesterday I hiked Apgar Lookout with Nate. As soon as we got home I cracked a beer and threw a lawn chair in the pool. Yes that's right, I said Pool. We have named it the Blue Lagoon and it comes complete with Foghorn and Wave Pool Capabilities a la WEM. After 5 hours drinkin in the pool I stumbled into the living room to watch the newest addition to my movie collection, SHORT CIRCUIT!!! "Johnny 5....Is ALIVE!!!" It was a perfect, meaningless, forgettably-unforgettable day. One of those days that I know will blend into every other silly summer day to come. A day filled with ridiculous unimportant moments, stupid laughs, and inside jokes that will soon be lost in a mish-mash of moments from the summer. I used to try to obsessively document these times through my journal, our blog, quotes, and repeated inside jokes. I think I was just digging my fingernails as hard as I could into the memory because I was afraid I would lose the feeling if I let go, like I might have no proof I was actually part of something cooler than my boring school life. But I think I am starting to get that the moment is never as sweet re-lived, and I might be missing out on that new joke or new person because I am too busy remembering the one time that one person did this thing with that guy in the thing. So this is me letting go a little, gettin' ready for a new repertoire of summer memories to roll in...Much Like the Waves I Make In The Blue Lagoon. Bahaha.
Love You, B-londe

Getting Two Birds Stoned At Once

Linderella,

I'm not sure if I've already mentioned to you that I've been looking forward to April for quite some time. I present you with Exhibit A, B, C, and D:


The Reigning Kings of Sunnyvale.

Me asking Julian to write something about his sexy black T-Shirt in my book.

Ricky and Bubbles discussing what Julian actually ended up writing in the book, which was "Drink Rum Jenny, you hot little thing, you". My heart was a flutter, as you can clearly see.

Now I'll admit I've had some pretty strange obsessions in my time; flashback to my elementary school love letter to Jason Priestley, all the years in high school when I would bring cake to class to celebrate David Letterman's birthday, or my month-long stalkage of Dave Foley in Toronto, ending with me drunkenly trying to kiss him in front of his girlfriend - just to name a few. In recent years, there has been no other celebrity I've wanted to meet more than Ricky of the Trailer Park Boys. There's just some kind of raw je ne sais quoi about a guy whose entire life revolves around hydroponics, malapropisms and pepperoni sticks. And let's not forget the firebolt silk shirt and track pants combination. What a statement.

You know spring time is finally arrived when the Season Opener of TPB Premieres. I can't help but think back of the season 5 Premiere that you and I drove down to Cowtown for to meet Lahey and Randy. Fresh faced and tooth infected, we were. Our scheduled host went MIA and Ryan and Noomie were kind enough to take us two vagrants in for the night - the first time of many (even though Newman apparently has no recollection of this ever happening - that is also a first of many - ha ha). It was that very night that the Mad Tappers fell in love with me and my feminine wiles, or so he says. Trixie little Hobbit. Needless to say, the boys of Summer have a place very near and dear to my heart. It was lovely to finally meet them... and share a piece of fried chicken.

Like I said, April has been Kick Assin' along so far. I've met the Kings of Sunnyvale, made a whirlwind trip into Albitter for Easter with my international groupies (thanks for the hospitality by the way - such a doll). Got to see RyGuy, Noomes, Nate Lemay, Wayne at SinCity - still no Cory though. I'm saving a hug for ya, big guy, and a big slap on the ass. The latter only goes if I've been drinking gin. And if Ryan has too. Back in Van I was the sound girl at Tuggy Nutshot's first West Coast gig, and attended my debut as a sketch comedy writer at the VFS Sketch Comedy Night. I wrote about a Dad who comes to Career day at his kid's elementary school and thinks he's the spawn of Satan - it went pretty well other than the actors messing up my line about the cleft palate.

Last Friday I took out the German, you remember Rene (Goat Foot Licker - nuff said), to a Bass Nectar concert with Sergio. Rene's girlfriend broke up with him over the phone literally as we were heading out the door, so I figured I'd help him drown out all his sorrows. We took some vitamins (some that he'd never taken before), got in a stretched limo with 10 of our closest friends, grabbed a 26 of rye and drove around the city boozing for an hour before reaching the Commodore for the show. Serge was done before the warm up act was over and had to go home. ha ha. The band was kickass....I'm pretty sure....From what I remember they rocked and Rene had a great time. Apparently I wore him out, his roommates tell me he didn't leave his bed for two days after that. Mission Accomplished.

A couple days ago, me, Josh, Anisha, Rene and some others went to the symphony at Vancouver's Orpheum Theatre, which is stunning in and of itself. Those violinists rocked Beethoven's 7th Symphony, and don't even get me started on the William Tell Overture. And as for your pending question, no I didn't have the mini opera glasses, we were in the fourth row. Although I'm sure it doesn't surprise you to know that my mother owns a pearl set of those for when she attends the ESO Pops orchestra. What am I going to do when I inherit all that stuff? I wonder if my brother and I are going to divy up the Dicken Village? If so, dibbs on Fezziwig's house.

So that's been my April so far....you know, with some school stuff in between. As of today I'm officially on Spring Break. I think I'll head out to the Island for a bit, see Laura Borealis, maybe even get some quality writing in.

By the way, tomorrow I'm helping out the Swede by playing myself in some documentary he's making for MTV Europe about his life in Canada. I honestly love what my life here has become. I don't actually know if MTVE will pick this thing up, but Nik keeps telling me that he's actually famous back home, so we'll see. LOL. I told him I'd do it as long as he didn't try and tell the camera in Swedish that I'm his girlfriend. I better get that in writing.

There's the update from Vancity, where the sun is finally starting to shine.

Take it Easy

The Siddler

P.S. Congrats to us on our 50th Blog Entry!!! Okay, Congrats to you. I only wrote about six of them.

Keepin It Rural!

J-Dids,
Here is a Little Story about Last Friday: I was happily jaunting around campus, pretty proud of myself for making it to school for the first time since Monday when I started to approach quad and heard a slight ruckus goin' down. I saw fences and could hear the sounds of laughter and chainsaws...I was suddenly elated with the prospect of beer gardens; exactly what I needed to get rid of my hangover from the previous night’s debauchery! But as I got closer I realized it was actually the Faculty of Forestry's "Logger Days" where they show off the wicked axe throwing and chainsaw skills that they have been diligently practicing all year. There were no nunchucks but i was still mildly impressed. I stopped to watch the manly men for a while as a sad realization crept into my head: This is occurring on a university campus, a place that used to represent liberal ideals and intellectual thought. In the 60's campuses were ground zero for social change and revolts and demonstrations. They were a place to experiment with drugs and discover your sexuality, at least that's what TV and movies have lead me to believe. Now any ass-clown, myself included, can get into Uni and most of us just apathetically drift through our education, taking the path of least resistance, focusing only on our upcoming weekend of liminal release, (FYI that means getting drunk and having sex.)

I briefly frowned inwardly at the thought of the excitement of the past that I had missed out on; I would have made an excellent hippy with all the free-love goin' around and whatnot. I shook off the thought by sighing and thinking "yep, I live in Alberta" and then walked over to CAB so i could get into the 90 person line-up for Tim Hortons like the stupid drone that I am.

I am not sure what point I am trying to get at. At first i thought I would just write a humorous blog about chainsaws and make a lot of lumberjack jokes. I seem to surprise myself in that every time I write I start out to say something and end up saying something completely different. Something I didn’t even realize I felt so strongly about usually comes bubbling out. I guess I am just recognizing my lack of and need for more self reflection? It’s hard to have a real thought these days with all the deadlines and drama, let alone give myself time to really get a good ponder on. And when I do catch on to a potentially worthwhile thought I normally have to get to class, catch up on studying, or write someone a text….and if that pesky thought is STILL floating around after that I usually just shove my headphones in my ears and drown it out before I really give myself the time to work it through. It makes me think back to my Hideous Soc of Youth class last semester. It is kind of true that University is sometimes just a…muzzle on critical thinking? Which is ridiculous since it’s supposed to be a place where the thinkers go. Not that I’m saying ppl that go to post secondary are smarter or thinkers or anything special. I try really hard not to hold preconceived notions about ppls intelligence based on stupid stuff like that, (i.e. I try not to be an “academic snob”) but maybe despite that I still am. It COULD be proposed that Uni is just a device to teach the smart people to stand in line and lust for future salaries. I really just don’t have time to give a shit…about anything! (other than myself of course haha!) I am aware of how ignorant I am but Im also probably so ignorant that I am ignorant about my ignorance. There are a lot of things I support and believe in and am against and have an opinion on…I think? I guess I have slight ideas of them, I just have never really had the time (nor made the effort) to actually think about it enough to make a decision. It is sometimes pretty difficult to keep anything in my head other than if im having a bad hair day and what my day’s running calorie count is at haha. At certain times I feel like my brain is on autopilot: “Work, Friends, Party, School, Party, Boyfriend, Rinse, Repeat.” Not that Im complaining. I love my life, but sometimes I get scared I am missing a shit-ton of what life really is supposed to be. So yea, I guess there’s something to be said for “false consciousness” and all that jazz…but most of the time I’m too busy telling lazy hippies to shut the eff up and start contributing to Alberta’s economy to give it much thought HaHa!

But anyways, I leave U wit a Pic of a Lumberjack because really, when else will I ever have a valid reason to google the word "lumberjack?" haha :)

Thugs & Kisses, Lin-Diz

sing me the springtime blues baby!

Sneaky Twinkletoes!! That is your leprachaun name. The internet told me so and the internets dont lie ya hear?!

I loved the random Svedish Phone call on Fri. I cant believe im gonna see u and your crew in a few weeks! There is nothing much to tell ya, not too much goin' on in life o' linny. My life is pretty much jam-packed with meaningless, fun nights and boring, irrelevant days. But hey, no one ever accused me of being too deep right? hehe.

I love spring! it actually just boosts my whole spirit and suddenly im so enthusiastic about life and school and friends and cute shoes. But also in a way, spring for me is kinda like spring in edmonton: where all the stuff i've covered up all year is kinda' melting away and everythings just dirty and full of puddles. Yes, that is the most ridonq metaphor ever but its just whats in my brain. Finals are coming so all my effing around is about to kick me in the ass, and things are kinda' coming to a pinnacle with the fandam...or maybe im just getting antsy for summer to start. I dunno. Its hard for me to even figure out this feeling let alone explain it. Things were much easier when I didnt have feelings. HaHa But i kind of get the sense that its the "final stretch' and im just holding on by my fingernails. But, i guess ive held on every year so far so i might as well keep on keepin' on haha. I cant wait for Summer so my fingernails can take a break! Or at least stop being such a downer on our blog haha.

And of Course, i leave you with some visual splendor! See Ya Soon Dawg!

-Twindle O'Guiness

* Me On St. Patty's*--> Im actually still a little bit unsure who this guy is!

*Triple Attack Birthday Parties Last Night*

*That is not my Finger!**This is shortly after someone explained to me what a Colonoscopy was! HaHa*

Drink 'till your Irish!

J-Razzle, (ps. u must call me Lindizzle for the rest of my life now 'cause thats how much I love it)





I dont have much to say just wanted to holla' at my girl yo. haha. i am the proud owner of a sinus infection. also known as an infection of the sinus. abuh... i just got schooled on an exam and am at home in bed nursing my wounds. EAS of Weather was SuPPoSeD to be my easy A option but it's actually rocking my world..and not in the good sense. Wind 'n stuff is really hard. No Noomie, we haven't got to hurricanes yet, we are still wrapped up in really interesting things like cold front projection and terminal velocity of hailstones. I quote my prof's actual notes when i say: "Graupel hailstones sometimes hit the ground and go splat." UnForTUnAteLy for me that was not a question on the exam.





Everything otherwise is truckin along pretty well, I just wanted to say hello and make sure you still love me :)





Some notes/events of potential interest in point form for ya:


-i overdosed on cold meds and fainted in a snow bunny costume on Fri...not so cute


-there was a big ridickle "gang-related" throwdown in Sub quiet room last night b/tw two grps of ethnically diverse students....whats with Uni students thinking they are tough? if they really wanna be H-Core they should be out raping and pillaging, not studying at school @ 10:30 on a sunday night. i guess i am naive in that i really thought their was no racism/ethnic conflict on campus: why cant we be friends, why cant we be friends......


-sat is none other than St Patties day!! Debauchary should abound I will keep u posted. I figure as long as im not puking on a bouncer by 10:30 I've been more successfull than last year...or would that be less successful?


-I still have not heard where I am posted for T to tha' A but I am starting to fantasize about another summa' D. South with our Boys. Which isn't necessarily a good thing...i've got a nasty rash of HOPE coming on that i really should take care of hehe. BUT in all honesty, im havin' a hard time wrappin my brain around the idea of a TA Sum sans you & tuggy.




And i think that is enough mindless blabbering, next blog i will try to write something with a little more substance or meaning..or at least a juicy story for ya! i think the meds are sucking up all my creativity. so i leave u with a stupid picture:

ps YRoc: glad ur back in one piece, I hope Dante's was a good time sorry I couldnt make it over to say hey. Being a South-side (Jets) girl, we dont like to wander into West Side (Sharks) Territory...haha jk, and good luck back at the Mac!!!

pps wayner: there is a mini-pubcrawl crawlin' into Diamonds on Fri that will be for my l'il cousin nancy's 21rst Bday....u should give her a shout out for me :)