On good omens and other weekendly lessons

The mysterious albino squirrel of yore decided to grace me with its presence again today. He caught my eye as I strolled down my street, not by virtue of his scampering across my neighbour's yard, but rather because of that familiar glint of white fur.



I'd been having a bit of a ruminative morning, so I decided to interpret his presence as a good omen and use it as a concrete reason to change my mood. After all, an albino squirrel is a bit of a once in a lifetime thing, so twice in one year in different countries seemed more than a little symbolic.

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Why morality may not always pay...

Last night, a friend offered me a less than legally optained DVD of American Gangster. I declined her offer, as the Duke and I had plan to see the film in the theatre the next day, and it felt a little ethically questionable.
However, I must admit I was cursing my standards when we wandered into a packed movie theatre with no two seats together, and realized that we could have just as easily still been in our pyjamas watching the film comfortably.

We actually decided to exchange our tickets, and go see Darjeeling Limited instead. Unfortunately for us, this meant half an hour in an empty theatre. Even worse, this theatre lacked all cheezy movie trivia, leaving me to opportunity for me to display my ridiculous amounts of pop culture knowledge in a socially appropriate situation. (Sometimes it is important to know that George Clooney had a pot bellied pig, dammit!) All there was to keep us stimulated was awwwwwful soft rock music. We're talking not just one Goo Goo Dolls song, but rather a medley of GooGoo Dolls songs, introduced by someone with the audacity to deem them one of America's most beloved rock groups (the term rock has become very subjective, methinks).

Oh yeah, and don't forget the duet between the Vegetales and Amy Grant.
That's right... a talking asparagus singing Christian soft rock was being pumped into the theatre.


In retrospect, I should have taken the movable armrests as a sign to use that half hour more productivity by making out frantically in the back row of the theatre.

However, all bitterness aside, The Darjeeling Limited was an awesome, funny, sweet film-- muchly recommended!

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I live in a suite in a character home, meaning I am subject to such domestic quirks as a slanting floor in the hallway, and a kitchen faucet that heats up to the temperature of molten lava when you turn on the hot water. Today, such awkward designs have meant that I am using the rice cooker in the living room. Due to the random placement of electrical outlets, it was either that or the kitchen floor.

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Is it wrong for me to be so very proud that I am beating both the Duke and his father in a hockey pool? I just love it because no one expects it of me!

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For my fellow psych buddies... how great is this?

I just discovered Therapy Vineyards, whose specialities include the above Freudian Sip, Pink Freud, and Super Ego.

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Awkward experience of the weekend...
When a girl friend broke a wine glass that a friend had handpainted for me as a birthday gift. Such experiences place you in an awkward position-- you want to be upset, for something meaningful has just been ruined, but you know to react honestly would only cause the breaker more guilt, so you put on a smile, and recite platitudes such as "It's no big deal! Accidents happen!"

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Awkward experience of last weekend...
Being at dinner at a friend's house, at which point she asked us whether either of us had a blog. We shook our heads, at which point she began spouting how blogging was such an egotistical endeavour anyways, and it took an odd kind of narcissist to want to air out details about their lives on the internet. All the meanwhile, I'm thinking "I can't wait to blog about this."