I am in ur bedz, stealing your zzz's

Everyone must read and enjoy this website! Enjoy it like cereal: every morning, with some milk. I am campaigning to get Tycho on it. So far I've learned that my captioning skills need work, and that I don't know how to resize photos. Check out at least a dozen of the photos on this website before you pass judgement. And when you do pass judgement, only tell me about it if it's to say "OH MY GOOD YOU'RE RIGHT SO FUNNY!" Any other opinion will be disregarded, fingers-in-ears-and-humming-show-tunes style.

it's been a while, so here is a brief recap of STUFF THAT HAS HAPPENED!

Stuff #1
That's my stoop! And those are eleven people! And after this picture, I shepherded them all into my bedroom, where... we played Taboo. You may be disappointed by the end of that sentence, but don't be! Taboo is full of excitement and anticipation and movement and ... sweat... with that many people crowded on a bed, things are bound to get a bit hot.

For the rest of those photos, you will have to join facebook! Mwahahahaha!!!

Stuff 2.

Completed my duties at the L-shaped desk of the Irish Centre, since the regular dude I was filling in for is now back from Ireland and has reclaimed his captain's chair. I only mention that the desk I worked at was L-shaped because that was a "first" for me - having one wing of the desk computer-and-jar-of-pens-and-pencils related, and the other wing for all of my papers and folders and pictures of Tycho and various effects of organized chaos. There seemed something so grown up about that kind of system. The wing of the L that stuck out from the wall faced the door to the Centre, so if anyone came in, they could have a chair across for me at the desk, and I could feel all secretarial and important! Sadly, no one came in the entire month that I was there, except for my boss. But still! Secretarial and important! Such a rush!

Maybe it's because my job with the Irish Centre is now under renovations, or because I'm realizing that I've hit the theoretical halfway point in my MA degree, or just because I've always got to have something to worry and obsess over, but I've been thinking a lot lately (much more than is necessary!) about the whole WHAT TO DO LATER question. More school? "Real" (ugh, hate that term) world jobbing? Seat-of-my-pants global exploration? Once in a while I try to pick apart the knots in my stomach by actually looking into concrete possibilities, which is what lead me to find this video:

I can't decide if I really want to work at the CBC, or if I just really want to want to work at the CBC. Is it always good to stick your hands into something that you love, and that other people seem to be taking care of just fine? I spent most of Sunday on a greyhound bus (see number three) and heard Stuart McLean explaining his zigzagging path that finally lead him to the CBC, and for a while that filled me with relief. Zigzags are definitely ahead for me and if I knew I'd end up writing stories for CBC radio, I'd zig and zag until the cows come home! But I guess the point is that you don't get to know such things until after they've happened. I also have this idea to be some sort of staff member on a cruise line. I picture Breaker High, with a salary, and lots of breaks to hang out on tropical beaches. Sometimes I get so worried about all of this biz-natch about What Next that I work myself into a really ridiculous state of anxiety. I just don't like all the variables that factor in.

BUT ALL THE SAME, this summer is distracting me nicely from my neuroses most of time, which brings me to NUMBER THREE

I went to Whitby this past weekend to give my best girl (pictured, middle) a bear hug before her departure to lands unknown! Scotland, Poland, Belgium, Germany, and then the real kicker: Ghana, Africa, where she will work with Unite for Sight to bring vision to as many people as she can! It's like the Iron Chef, only... the Iron Eye Doctor. I could go on, but she will probably do a better job of reportage... and if you keep an eye on her blog, maybe you'll be treated with travel updates now and then!

OTHER NEWS

* My attempts to become a pool shark are slowly paying off. I am getting more and more consistent, and not just consistently bad either! I always felt like my university experience has been just slightly compromised by my lack of pool skills, and it's a relief to finally remedy that situation. There is something about leaning on a cue in a low-lit bar and looking sternly at the pool table that is just so cool...

* New favourite place to drink smoothies: Cafe Planete on Mont-Royal, where my dearest friend Christina is chief barrista (is that how you spell that?) and where I can tap away at my writing with scheduled breaks for gossip and gorging.

* Apparently it got up to 40 degrees today with the humidity. Luckily I was tripping along in my hot-day clothes without much worry, but it did occur to me that weather like this must be pretty awful for some people. And also for Tycho! He splays out on the cool wood floor as though it's his only hope of avoiding heat stroke. If only V wasn't allergic, and then I could take him over to her air-conditioned pad for play dates to give him some relief! For now, though, the best thing for it is to take him out on his leash, because his disgust with the heat is trumped by his love of eating grass. Buddy!