Mar. 7th, 2012 11:02 am
It's not crazy to love your siblings and want to punch them in the throat at the same time, right?

If I ever meet a guy I want to spend the rest of my life with, he better be okay with getting married and having a casual party in the yard, because I have reached my limit for Wedding Drama-rama.

On a related note, since I am not getting married, is anyone other than me ever going to buy me something from my Amazon Wishlist?

The secret

Feb. 6th, 2012 08:44 pm
Is the secret of life that no one actually knows what they're doing? Is everyone faking it from day to day?

I feel that way, a lot of the time.
skandrae: (STFU)
I hate having my comments hijacked by someone who is trying to convert me to whatever belief they have. I hate feeling like my feelings on a subject are irrelevent, or super-sensitive, or I'm seeing a problem where there isn't one.

Bitch, if I tell you that I'm not interested in learning about the Dog Whisperer because I think, based on articles/blogs that I've read, that he's a sexist, don't turn around and preach at me on my own fucking page. I am not listening to you, and I don't like how you make me feel like I'm the one with the problem.

I never said a word to you when you were spewing your religious-brainwashing when you were married to that guy, please don't get in my face for not liking Cesar Millan. Just don't. I didn't really like you that much in theatre school, and I'm seriously considering dropping you from my f-list now.

*Attention, flist - if you are big fans of the Dog Whisperer, you may have been offended by the entry. Or not. Whichever you are, I just needed to get this off my chest, and since I can't do that on Facebook without throwing a lot of words people in RL don't know that I know, it had to be here.
It has warmed up considerably over the past few days (warm enough that there is melting, which will lead to ice when the temperature inevitably plummets down to normal February temps), but apparently my skin didn't get the memo.

I'm looking at four new cracks in the skin on the backs of my hands, and am torn between slathering them with moisturizer or just leaving them be. Leaving them be means there will probably be more of these cracks, but the moisturizer is going to hurt like I dipped my hands in nail polish remover.

What to do?
It is unbelievably windy tonight. It was calm all day, until 3:30ish, and then the wind swept over the mountains and directly into my bones.

Okay, so it's not that bad, but I think I'm going to have strange dreams tonight.
Where are my Mentalist prompts at?
You're such a nice person...and you make me feel like a bitch.

You make me feel inadequate, like my life is inferior. I'm not off volunteering with my time to charity this week because I'm at work, trying to keep the town running. I'm going to bed at 8:30 instead of being a role model to the young women of our town. I'm resentful and you are full of good cheer.

I wish there was a word for this feeling - I like you and I hate you because I feel bad about myself when I'm around you.

NEXT on skandrae rants: I resent pregnant women and can't verbalize why and I dislike the modern quilting passion for *wonky* blocks because I have symmetry issues

I miss you, internetz.

I get it

Nov. 30th, 2011 01:56 pm
Several months after the fact, I finally get what Sville was talking about.

Where is more of the Marcus/Esca?


Jul. 14th, 2011 10:41 pm
skandrae: (AURYN-alicious)
Almost six months since I last posted... I could tell you that I was abducted by aliens, or I met some mountain man and we disappeared into the woods to have wild mountain sex, or that I've left the Yukon and moved to Tibet or something, but those would all be lies.

I've been working. My life outside of work is boring. That is, the little bit of personal life I have outside of the job. There's not much.

I miss LJ, though. I feel like I want to start stopping by again. I want to say all the crazy things that can't be said at the hardware store, at the office, at my friends' house where I have dinner every night. I want to be able to tell someone the things I can't write on my blog that is listed on the Urban Yukon blog page. And I'd like that someone to be you, flist.

If you'll have me.

At present, the big Hot Topic in town is the dog by-law. Certain people disregard the dog by-law, because we have no by-law enforcement officer. Other people want to complain about it, but they don't want to put in a written complaint. They call the office. They stop me in the store to complain. I've been lucky so far in that no one has called my house to complain, but still...the store? I'm just stopping in to buy a can of mandarin oranges to make supper, people. For fuck's sake, I'm in the mood to outlaw dogs entirely.

There are only 400 people in this town. That's not enough. If there were even 1,000 people, perhaps the current cranks would have more to occupy their time. Perhaps they'd be living more and bitching less. One can hope.

Anyway, that's me, returning to you, LJ.
Seriously, when am I going to figure out that I can't leave things to the last minute?

So. Unbelievably. Fucked.
skandrae: (very special)
Do you ever have a moment where you catch sight of a photo of an ex (on Facebook, let's say) and you start laughing aloud, thinking, "Did I really used to kiss that dude?"

I am searching for a pattern...something simple, to showcase fabric that I am tempted to call obnoxious, but which makes me giggle to think of it.

I am making a beefcake quilt for Sean, with a fabric featuring a lumberjack who looks a bit like Jesus as the starring fabric.

I am not having much luck.
At least, it does now.

Over the weekend it was going "screech, grind, whirr, screech" every time it fired up - which was often, because it hasn't gotten warmer than -30 in a long time. It was not conducive to good sleep during my time of illness.

This evening, though, the screeching was sounding even more ominous than previous times. After some debate, I called Bill at 8:00pm to see if he could pop over and have a look at it. He came, determined it was some motor thing*, went home and repaired the motor from a different furnace, and came back and installed it. He finished around 10:00pm.

I live in a town where you can call the furnace repair guy at home, at night, and he will come and try to make sure that your furnace doesn't shut off in the night. He will do this because he doesn't want you to freeze to death, which is totally possible if you are the kind of person who runs out of firewood in the middle of a super cold snap. And I am that kind of person. God, I miss firewood.

In other news, I still find Matt Frewer attractive. I'm enjoying Eureka very much, and have already exceeded my bandwidth limit for the month. Thanks a lot, Northwestel, you bastards.

*There is a reason I don't work on engines, and that reason is a hereditary disinclination to understand mechanical things - which is ironic, given my love of steampunk. But I digress.
I got pretty sick on Friday of last week, but chalked it up to the stress of having two major funding deadlines that day that I *just barely* managed to meet, and then my boss throwing something else my way 20 minutes before work finished. One of the applications was not a problem (we have a great new Rec Manager who did so much work toward it), but the other one was something of a clusterfuck from start to finish.

I thought, when I got home and fell asleep on the landing for about half an hour, that it was a direct result of my having spent the day in a state of Hulk-rage/anxiety. But then came Saturday...

There's nothing gross under here, I swear )

Took yesterday as a sick day, and now am late for work today. I called them to let them know I would be in late, as I want to be sure I'm up to the task. No sense going in and then just having to leave again. And of course my tiny cat is now curled up on my lap, demanding that I stay where I am until he finishes his first of many naps.
I was kind of sick last night, and didn't feel up to the task of going in to the office at -40C this morning. I've been working on one of my funding applications, and have almost everything I need to get it finished. The other not so good. And it's due tomorrow.

So I have to go into work this afternoon. I'll be calling for a ride from Public Works, as I don't want to try starting my truck up in this cold for a four-minute drive. Hooray for the frozen North!

Apparently, it's supposed to by -48C on Saturday. I know who's going to be lazing on the couch, basking in the woodstove heat ^_^
The woodstove is not like the furnace - if it becomes too hot, I can't simply turn it down.

No covers for me tonight!
I just got back from an evening at the Grand Theatre in London - as a special Christmas/vacation treat, my mother had obtained tickets for Joseph and the Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat, which is an old family favourite. We knew all the tunes, and Mum has been driving me crazy for the last week, randomly chanting "Go go go go!" at inopportune moments. Ah, family.

My sister and I spent most of the evening ogling Joseph's amazing technicolour abdominal muscles, because we are classy ladies. The man spent the show half naked, primarily in a tiny white pair of baggy shorts that looked like diapers, so the abs were constantly on display. Woohoo!

I'm anticipating tonight's experience will be triggering some regret vis a vis the path not taken, but I'm too tired to worry about it tonight. Hopefully I can stave it off until I am on the plane, where I'll have ten hours with little else to do ^_^

Good night, flist.
skandrae: (out of the ordinary)
Oh, flist, another year has almost worn out its welcome. Soon we'll be bidding adieu to 2010 and ushering in the as-yet-unspoiled 2011. It's a heady time.

But first, massive doses of turkey and stuffing!

Have a good day, folks.
skandrae: (very special)
Well, my pretties, after a long and exhausting trip home (turbulence at Calgary, diversion to Toronto from London, hours and hours of waiting to go to a hotel), I am safely ensconced in my parents' house in Woodstock. Yes, I find myself occasionally muttering, "Why did I want to leave the Yukon?" but that's just because the winter in Ontario sucks hardcore.

But there have been some pretty awesome things, too. I had pizza from a non-grocery-store/non-hotel place, Red Lobster for lunch yesterday, and the potential for sushi and Thai food in the near future. (I know, Kara, I know - but I can't help myself. I just can't.)

I've also been reading a lot. When I was at the airport in Vancouver, I was browsing through the fiction section...and not a single book appealed to me. No titles that made me laugh (like Michele Bardsley's stuff), or plots that seemed interesting enough to overlook the headless male torso that was the cover (like Hot to the Finish [which is not to say that I don't adore many of Erin McCarthy's books, just not the ones with covers like this]).

I've been reading a lot of the reviews over at Forever Young Adult lately (I came for the Sweet Valley High Drinking Game, and stayed for the witty banter and all-around-awesomeness). I decided to move away from the fiction section, over into the Teen/Young Adult section.

I picked up the eponymous first book in Suzanne Collins' Hunger Games trilogy. I have to tell you, I wasn't expecting too much. For starters, reading on a plane affects me much the same way as reading in a car - I get nauseated. But it didn't matter. I couldn't stop reading.

I read all the way to Calgary, pausing only during the crazy turbulence to clutch at my armrest and pray that I would survive so I could keep reading. I was finished the book before we got to Toronto (the first time, when we passed over it).

So the next morning, I went to the airport early (because I love going through security multiple times on one trip!), and once I cleared security I rushed into the bookstore to buy Catching Fire...only they didn't have any copies! They had Hunger Games and Mockingjay, but not the one I needed! I was frustrated! And crabby! Those are never a good combination for yours truly.

Luckily, before I could start smashing things around me, Hulk-style, my glare happened upon the eponymous first book in Scott Westerfeld's Leviathan trilogy, which had also received reviews over at FYA. So, book crisis averted, I snatched that puppy up and flew in to London with no problems.

Well, I was finished Leviathan by Thursday at lunch (taking into account the thirteen hours I was asleep), and I was facing the same crisis - what was I going to do?

Long story short, I bought Catching Fire and Behemoth at Chapters yesterday, and I finished Behemoth this morning. I am saving Catching Fire until tomorrow, and I know the opportunity to purchase Mockingjay will arise in the next couple of weeks (I might try to delay it until my return trip, so I can be occupied on the plane). But I am going to be sad and mopey for a while, because Goliath, the third Leviathan book, won't be out until next October! Bloohoohoo!

If you've stuck with me this far, thanks for reading! I haven't let me inner book-nerd out in a really long time ^_^

So, er...

Dec. 9th, 2010 10:55 pm
I may have just gone and gotten myself hooked on Leverage.

I'm just saying, is all.

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