Mele Kalikimaka!

I'm not sure if that's how you spell it, but it's Hawaii's way to say merry Christmas to you. :o)

I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday. Today is my last day at work (woo!) and there's not much going on other than preparing food, eating cookies and drinking leftover wine from our open house. *hic*

May you get all the gifts you long for and have a safe, happy Christmakwanzakkuh!

Also, since I'll be gone until January 2nd, I'd like to wish everyone a happy New Year and I hope that 2007 is even better for you than 2006!

I'd like to thank everyone who was there for me this past year. The first half of the year didn't go so great, it being a year of extreme changes and challenges for me. However, I am so happy to be where I am now that I would not change any of it. Thanks so much for your support and love, and I hope that I have done even half for you what you have done for me over the past year. That goes for everyone!

On that note, may your days be merry and bright and all that jazz.

Cheers,

K

Three Little Pigs Xmas

Ha! Ha Ha Ha Ha!

This is awesome. See, I NEVER watch SNL because it's mostly useless crap, but every now and then they have a rare gem like this that makes it all worthwhile. I nearly peed laughing. I swear, I can picture some of the guys I have met in my lifetime doing this exact thing to some poor girl. Justin Timberlake is surprisingly good at this gig, too. Hmm...earning respect for pop idol? There's something new.

Cheers,

K

Dick in a Box

Because It's Monday and We Could All Use a Little Cheering Up

hehehehehehehehehehehehehe!

Shameless Plug for a Friend...

This is a nifty video of my buddy Mr. Mahe's parcour antics with his partner, Nick. Together they're Flow Dynamic, and are prepping this video to garner attention for the underground sport and to get sponsorship. They've already got Lululemon under their belts, and Mahe's hoping to score a little more cash in Vancouver in a few months.

For those of you unfamiliar with Parcour, here's a little wikipedia info:

Wiki-Cour

This stuff is fantastic!

Cheers,

K

By the Power of Greyskull, I have the Power!!!

Do you ever like to reminisce about your childhood? Do you ever like to recklessly throw yourself back into a sweet sweet bout of nostalgia and indulge your inner child? I know I do.

It's difficult oftentimes when we grow up to face the characters we grew up with. Oftentimes we find that our imaginations made them to be much better than the shoddy animation and stilted dialogue did. Hence, it's always with a bit of caution that I revisit my childhood.

The saddest of all things is, perhaps, realizing that you don't even remember a cartoon show or muppet character whose dialogue you could, once upon a time, recite by rote.

Thankfully, last night was not one of those nights.

I had Bettsy over for Xmas cookies and tree trimming, as me mum purchased a lovely wee Tanenbaum for my apartment. As entertainment during these few hours, Bettsy brought along her newly purchased DVD: She-Ra, Princess of Power (!!!)

Now, She-Ra and He-Man were two of the (albeit fictional) characters that shaped my childhood, and it is scary to think that in one iconoclastic evening, my former dreams could be shattered by the horrendous cheese of it all. To my surprise and delight, however, I was rather impressed by the show. Granted, some of the characters are impossibly lame and the "messages" by that annoying rainbow dude at the end are trite, but overall the quality of the work had not grossly deteriorated over the past 20 years (god, it's been 20 years!!!) The same cannot be said for other favorites of mine, such as Hercules or the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles original series. Oh, Donatello, where did your wit go?

Anywho. Just thought I'd take a perambulation through memory lane. I hope everyone is excited for Xmas, which is fast approaching, and that everyone has booked off the 16th of December to come over and party at my place! Woo!

For the Honour of Love, we Have the Power So Can You......

K

Oh....dear....god....

So, if you haven't heard, there's a leadership race happening in the Conservative Party to replace our dearly departed (no, not dead, just gone, thank you jebus!) Premier. They've been campaigning for aeons now, but THIS
was just released by one of the front-runners, Ted Morton.

This is the guy who is so right wing he makes Klein look like a pinko. He's also the guy who introduced a bill to try to get gay marriage blocked in Alberta (contravening the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms.)

You have to listen to his theme song. It's ridiculous. And country, of course. Lots o' twang in there, as well as jabs against anything east of Saskatchewan. *eyes rolling*

On the hilarious side, it has been suggested that Tim Horton's adopt this song in a parody for their new ad campaign. I can dig it.

Throwing up in my mouth (just a little)

K

OOh! New Features!

Hello guys and dolls!

Just trying out my new fonts and such on my blogger account. I will have to play around with this stuff.....but after my post!

Hope everyone had a good weekend. It's been a while since my post and I have spent the bulk of my time lazing about trying to cure myself of what ails me. (Not going so hot)

To follow up on the last post, I missed Frank Black (I know! Sad!) because I had the flu. Stupid flu. I will keel you, I swear! White blood cells, ATTACK! (i don't think they respond to orders, but I'll try anything at this point.)

My weekend was very busy, going to sex shows (Taboo sex trade show at the Agricom, not some 25c peep show, perverts!) and barn dances (the Agriculture faculty's annual Bar None for the U of A, where I two stepped and drank and tried very hard to flirt with an adorable cowboy who, in retrospect, was probably too dense to realize I was flirting with him....grrr). That was friday and Saturday.

Saturday was also the day I strapped myself to a snowboard for the first time in 3 (oh my god, three!) years. I went with SONiC, which meant that I got free rentals and a lift pass. Woot! I was rather proud of myself that I didn't fall down the first time back on the hill. I DID fall, however, and felt my brain rattle inside my head as I flipped head over heels. Ouch. The worst part was being schooled by a 6-year-old, who came up to me after my fall and told me flat out, "you're not very good, are you?" I was a little taken aback at this little tart's cheek, but managed to smile and say, "nope, I guess not!" I don't think it helped that she probably assumed I was on a pro snowboarding team, since we were bedecked in our SONiC orange coveralls. That, or an escaped convict, you be the judges!

Sunday was baking day, wherein I got all my Xmas baking done (ok, so it spread a little to Monday, too) and spent the rest of the afternoon smacking my stepdad's hand away from the shortbread. Also went over to Scotty and Lexi's place and played with their new kitten, Nemy. I looooove kittens. I miss them. I want one. Boo.

Otherwise, things be swell. I'm taking up my lunch hour typing this, so I'm going to stop now and get some soup before I waste my entire dinner time!

Until Next Time,

K

ps- Congratulations to Jenna & Sean, who just got engaged last week! I'm so happy for you guys!

With your feet in the air and your head on the ground...

....and there's nothing in it and you'll ask yourself,

"where is my mind? Where is my mind? wheeeere is my mind? Way out in the water, see it swimming?"

Who likes the Pixies? I do!

Guess who's going to see Black Francis (ie: Frank Black)tonight w/ SONiC?

No....really, guess....

Ok, ok, it's ME! Hehehehe.

That is, of course, if I can keep this damned flu under control for the next 10 hours. Otherwise, it's back to bed for me. (This is my daily routine for the past few days, get up, go to work, go home, fall unconscious for next 15 hours, wake up, take decongestant, repeat)

sniffle,

k

For make glorious nation Khazakstan

The new Borat movie opens today.

I saw the preview last night.

Go see it. It is the most obscenely funny movie I have seen in a long, long time. Maybe ever. It will make your eyes bulge in disbelief (did he just say that?....) and tears spurt from laughing so hard.

Seriously. It's awesome. And offensive. So if you're easily offended...you'll just have to get over it and go see the movie anyway.

That is all.

K

HAPPY HALLOWE'EN!!!

I hope everyone has a spook-tacular day today!

I am going home tonight to carve pumpkins and hand out candy to wee minions of the dark lord (buhuhuwahahahahahaha!)

While I don't yet have any pictures of Saturday night's Monster Mash party (where I was actually costumed), I DO have a few from Friday night's Wake at the DU house (premise: place last year's most drunken fratboy in coffin, pour booze over him, have angel and devil fight over his eternal soul while priest/shaman--in this case, mormon--moderates).

Boo, dearies!

*cackle*

K

Party Peeps in the Hizzouse
Swoon!
Soul Wrestling
Cool Cat and Kitties

It Snowed This Weekend!

Ok, I'm probably the only Edmontonian who will admit this (but I can't be the only one who feels this way, otherwise this city would consist of me and a really big, useless mall) but I love winter. All right, so the cold gets to you after a while, but there's nothing more beautiful than a landscape freshly covered in a thick blanket of fresh snow.

While Friday it drizzled/sleeted a bit, I awoke on Saturday to find a winter wonderland outside my window. I did a little happy-dance and decided that I would go for a walk in the white stuff when I had the chance.

Well, here I sit at work (yes, on a Sunday, not enough hours in the week, unfortunately) having trudged through the beautiful river valley, where freshly plowed pathways crisscrossed through swathes of barren trees whose last orange leaves dotted the unblemished snow like exclamation marks. Very pretty. The quiet induced by the insulating snow cover is also nice. It's like, for a few moments, I'm far away from civilization in my own little ice paradise.

Ok. I know, I'm waxing poetic about ice. But seriously, you gotta love it! Maybe on my way home I'll make a snow angel (or, perhaps, in the spirit of All Hallow's Eve, a snow DEVIL...)

Hmm. Now if only I had some maple syrup and a stick....

Luv,

K

Because it's Friday, Pt. 2: Tuesday is the New Friday!

Ok. Tuesday isn't really the new Friday, but I wanted to post something sublimely silly that made me laugh again.

This week is shaping up to be a touch better than the last (mostly because, well, it's nearly hallowe'en! woot!) I've been promoted at work, which means a new office, new (and fewer, ha!) responsibilities and some extra dinero just in time for Xmas. Hurrah! As a celebration and because I'm too busy to think up something clever to write about (brain is slowly dying...must be all those sinus medications I keep mixing with alcohol, oops...haha!)

The following is a picture of my buddy Stephen, who is currently residing in Osaka, Japan to teach English and, more importantly, score with hot Asian babes. (What? He wouldn't contradict me on that front) Now, most westerners are a little shocked when they go over and realize that, for the most part, they are waaaay bigger than their Japanese counterparts. For Steve, however, that goes double because, well...he's about double the size of the average Japanese person. He's about 6'5" (over 2m tall, for those of you imperially-challenged) and has the size to go with the height. The following are some of the funniest things I've seen in a while (many thanks to Steve who, while not having given me express permission to post these, I will assume doesn't mind as: a) you can't see his face and b) the more famous he gets, the more bitches he can score with, so the way I see it, I'm pimpin' him out!)


Steve's Apartment

Steve, In his apartment

Because It's Friday...

This has been a rough week, and I'm sure many of you can empathize.

So, to cheer everyone, I've included one of the funniest things I have ever encountered. But first, the prelude!

While in Paris, I was browsing through a bunch of sightseeing pamphlets at the hotel we were staying in. Though most were your run-of-the mill bus and walking tours, I came across THIS
and nearly pissed myself laughing.

Yes. What you see there is, in fact, a City Segway Tour. Now, not only is the thought of putzing around Paris on a dorky-looking segway humorous, but they actually include pictures (see below) of tourists looking so....painfully...tourist-y that I couldn't help but grab the pamphlet and show everyone I saw! I mean, not only is there a group of them milling about the Louvre, but they're all middle-aged, carrying 2-tonnes worth of video recording equipment, wearing pleated khakis and (worst of all) safety helmets. Seriously. All they would need to complete the picture would be some sandals and socks pulled up to the Knee.

And of course, the best way to experience the full hilarity of such a ridiculous exercise? Why, to actually GO ON a Segway tour of Paris, of course! I begged my travelling companions to sign up, extolling the virtues of such an adventure, such as:

- looking like complete assholes on segways
- completely pissing off every Parisian within eyeshot
- quite possibly getting run over in the streets by crazed Parisian motorists
- taking the piss out of any serious travellers on Segways that we saw

They shot down my idea, which I was very disappointed about. My brother brought up the fact that, in our week in Paris, we did not see ONE SINGLE PERSON on a Segway and took that as an indication of how "cool" it was. But that's the entire POINT of such an exercise: being as supremely un-cool as possible so that you might regale your friends with tales of your utter stupidity at a later date!

I discussed this event with the girls while performing our Thursday Night Ritual (ie: drinks and Grey's Anatomy) and Miss Betts and Blythe were in perfect agreement that, should we ever go to Paris together, we must indulge in this most heinously tacky activity. Why climb Everest? Because it's there. Why take a Segway tour of the City of Lights? Because you can't NOT!




I hope you got a giggle like I did,

k

Art (Parental Advisory Warning: Nudity)

Dragon Nude
Lounging Nude
Seated Nude

Et....voila!

Aren't they gorgeous?

(special Thanks to M.Mahe, who is the talented hand behind these)
k

They Blinded me with Science (Science!)

What, pray tell, is dear Miss Fitz doing quoting from bad 80s new wave? Why...explaining my weekend of fun, sillies!

This weekend was rather spectacular. Not that I did anything terribly exciting, it was just...well...really really fun!

Friday was Miss Tacky Berry's med-school bar star night, so Bettsy and I accompanied her to Stolli's. At the ripe old age of 24, having been legally able to frequent such establishments for a pithy 6 years, I must humbly admit that my heart is no longer into the club scene. Seriously. Bettsy and I kept looking at each other as rude drunks barrelled past us and spilled cheap drinks on my pretty new shoes. (my new ruby slippers! they're fab!)

Saturday was waaaay more fun. Bettsy, Mr. Mahe and I went to the Space and Science Centre (!!!) for a night of fun any 6-year-old would envy! I hadn't been there in ages, and man, it was even more fun than I remembered! The exhibits are really cool now, because they're all interactive, so you can do things like try to pump blood like a heart or solve a crime using DNA analysis and all that cool stuff. It was rad! I think my personal favorite was the "gross" section, where you could play "Mary had a Little Lamb" with fart noises. Yes, it was a learning smorgasbord!

hehe.

Yesterday I experienced something very unique that, while intimidating at first, was something I really enjoyed in the end and am very glad for the experience. In short, I posed for my good buddy Mahe's ink-drawings of the human figure. And damn, do they look good. I will be uploading the pictures of the drawings as soon as he sends them to me. They're gorgeous.

Oh yes....and did i mention, they are nudes?

*giggle*

K

Dear God, why?!

So I was googling myself the other day (i know, my grandma said it would make me go blind, but hey, I can't help it! A girl's got needs!hahaha!)

Ahem. Sorry. I need a moment to just sit and reflect on my own hilariousness. (because none of you will do it, nonono)

Ok, anyways, so I found me (the real me, not some other Miss Fitz who sells cheese on eBay or something) and a few articles I had written a couple of years back for my University newspaper. One of them (my last, in fact) is on Che Guevara. Yes, THAT Che Guevara. I know that some people love him, and I won't discuss at the moment why that is 20 shades of uncool in this particular forum. I will, however, share with you my recent experience in France, where, amongst the goofy tourist items like mini-Eiffel towers and felt berets, there were (inexplicably) t-shirts with french lettering on them that had his (handsome) mug on them.

What the fuck is that?

What the hell does Che Guevara have to do with France?

This little bit of idiocy, while annoying,was a big validation in that, 3 years on, my writing is still as relevant as it was when it was published.

Warning: If you love Che Guevara, own the T-shirt or in any way adulate this freedom fighter...don't click on this link. Seriously.

Viva la Revolution!

Have a pleasant weekend, everyone!

K

A Few Photos of Paris

This is by no means the best or all of what we have, but it's a little taste for your viewing "plaisir".

A bientot!

K

Ah, Europe, How I love Thee, Let me Count the Ways....

Hello boys and girls!

Sorry about my lack of blogging, but I have just returned from an incredibly awesome trip to Europe and, quite frankly, couldn't be bothered with keeping up on my blogger account. (Especially considering that it costs about 1 euro every 30 minutes for internet time)

The trip was awesome and I will post links for pictures as soon as we have them downloaded of my brother's camera.

London I enjoyed much more than last trip, though I would recommend everyone stay the hell away from Mme Tussaud's. Not that the wax figures aren't cool. Only that they're not worth the exhorbitant cost of entry.

Paris was fantastic, everything there was larger than life and built to impress. The price of food was ridiculous, so we got very good at eating baguettes and cheese in the park rather than attempting to dine in a brasserie.

Munich was a drunken good time, and that about sums up my trip. I'll give more details when I have the chance, though I'm sure most of you are caught up with the emails I sent out during my trip.

I met some wonderful American and Australian friends, as well as a few adorable Aussie boys (though we won't be divulging any details on THAT anytime soon).

I'll keep you posted as to my picture uplinks, but from the few I've seen, I think they'll be rather impressive.

Cheers,

K

Psychedelic Fun Times

Had a very good night last night, even if it meant getting to bed by 2am. *yawn* Sleepiness at work is worth it, though!

Met up with Marc & Yolande for beers (having walked through the pouring rain to get to the bar, but the lightning was fantastic!) then Yo and I headed to the Starlite room to see the Brian Jonestown Massacre.

I really like these guys, and the chances of them coming to Edmonton often are slim to none, so I jumped at the chance to go, even if it means an even tighter wallet over the next few days. Ah well.

They had an awesome set. Considering that I don't know most of their material, it amazed me that I really got into every song they played. Not one boring moment or so-so song. They were all fantastic! Sadly, I never got to see an encore, as Yolande and I left the concert before the end of the set. Not sure how long they continued, but we left after about 2 hours and they showed no signs of stopping. I have never seen a band play continuously for so long. They must have been exhausted, but they sounded terrific!

I fell in love with this band after watching the documentary "Dig!" a few years back. If you haven't seen it yet, rent it. Even though the POV is rather skewed, you get to see these guys perform, and trust me, it's worth it!

I had a sneaking feeling at the concert that I was going to have a run-in with the ex, as we both discovered the band together. True to form, he was there with his new ladyfriend. Didn't see her, but saw him behind me and smiled. We chatted halfway through the concert, gave some hugs, very cool and mature. Yo brought me a drink after that, and I think I needed it! Helped me focus on the concert rather than pick at that nasty emotional scab again.

But I digress....in summation: 1) bjm good; 2) mmj not as good; 3)tuesday night concert at the starlite, priceless.

Treadmills + Rock = wow

For those of you who no longer watch MuchMusic/MTV or who haven't been to www.youtube.com lately, here's a great video from OK Go! Called "Here it goes again." It's 3:03 minutes of pure brilliance! (well, brilliance and good coordination!)

I LOOOOOOVE this video! *claps hands giddily* there's no way you can watch this and not smile!

Here it goes again

My Very Excellent Mother Just Sent Us Nine....

What?! sent us nine What?!?! See! Now my mnemonic device is all screwed up! Way to go, Scientists!!!

"Mad" Scientists determine that Pluto not good enough to be a planet. Poor Pluto. Let us all Mourn for Pluto.

Wondering, "where did the love go?"

K

MMMMmmmmm.....Candy Corn.......*gargle*....

I love candy corn. If we're talking candy--and I mean all that sugary junk that excludes anything with chocolate in it, which in itself is a COMPLETELY different ballgame--I believe that candy corn just may be my all time favorite sweet. I know a lot of people think it's gross. Maybe it's the nearly gag-inducing sweetness, or the fact that once you eat one, suddenly an entire 1-lb. bag is gone and you're sitting there nearly comatose wondering when that ol' insulin-making machine in your tummy's going to conk out. Perhaps this is knowledge best left in the realm of mystery, like the secret of the caramilk bar, or something. Either way, these things are tasty.

Why am I talking about Candy Corn? Well, because I saw some at Save-On-Foods while I was grocery shopping, that's why. Now it would seem odd to some people that don't eat candy corn why I would make a big deal out of this. But for cc afficionados like me, you know that the corn's been on the downswing of late, and is becoming as elusive as those little orange-wrapped hallowe'en toffees that no one eats except me, seemingly. But, lo, there they were, thousands of bright, tiny bits of deliciousness, just sitting in a bulk bin waiting for someone to come eat them. And i felt that I was up to the task.

Ok. So it's a little sad that it's the middle of August and they're already selling Hallowe'en Candy. But really, when it tastes this damned good, who gives a shit?

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go munch myself into a sugar-stupor.

K

Decisions = ARGH!!!!

While taking all this "time off" (ie: lazing about for a few years) between school and "the rest of my life" (ie: getting on with it, already)I figured that, somehow, inspiration would come to me and I would magically have a decision on what I would like to do with my life all sorted out and a path clearly demarcated for me on which I could go along on my merry way.

Naive? perhaps. Hopeful? Definitely. Happening? Not a chance!

So I've decided to take my life into my own hands (what a novel concept) and have been dipping my toes online into programs of interest and what I need do over the next year or two to make these dreams happen. Of course, with all my life's choices (I blame it on being a Gemini, as I am naturally of two minds about everything) I can't make a damned decision to save my life.

"But you have lots of time to decide," you'll say.

Aha. But that's what I tell myself, and lo and behold, 2008 will be here and I will still be an office bitch down at the ol' Legislature. Luckily, I've got a few ideas kicking around. Perhaps you all can help me decide, since having the opinions of others who know me well may aid in my ultimate and glorious return to the world of academia.

There are 3 main options for me:
1) Publishing at Simon Fraser (which would require mucho prerequisite studies, as I am clueless at the business side, though I could learn) Publishing Page
2) Journalism at either Ryerson or Carleton (I'm leaning towards Carleton, but only b/c I love Ottawa) Communications and Journalism
3) Masters of English

Help me out. Cast your vote!

K

What a difference a year makes....

This time last August I was wrapping up my solo UK tour and had left my adopted home of Dublin for good. I was thinking about this the other day as I paid the final amount on my September Europe trip with Jaboy, Nobis and Megs. As I was waiting at the counter for the girl to verify my flights, there was another girl next to me who was signing up for a SWAP (Student Work Abroad Program) trip. I couldn't help but listen in to see where she was going. She told the woman behind the counter that she had been contemplating the UK, but had decided on Ireland.

Suddenly my heart leapt up and I got a little giddy at the thought. I haven't thought about Ireland in ages. Partly to try and forget the lousy and stressful times, and partly because I've become re-settled into Canadian life again. However, seeing this girl totally brought everything back. The excitement and anticipation, the wonder of a new place, getting your Visa all set up and telling yourself that, "this is it! I'm going!" It's a thrill I had totally forgotten about.

I interrupted the girl's conversation and told her that I had lived there last year. I was really enthusiastic about it and we chatted for 10 minutes about places to go, things to see, advice, etc. I gave her my email addy and told her to write to me if she had any questions or wanted a place to stay or people to meet up with in Dublin. Strangely, this gave me pangs. I can't believe I actually MISSED the place until I met someone who was at the beginning stage of a trip. Ahh....how things change...

K

Happy Birthday, Bernie!

"Some look at things that are, and ask why. I dream of things that never were and ask why not?" (George Bernard Shaw)

For those of you unawares (and I'm assuming that's everyone)today is the 150th anniversary of playwright, wit, utopian socialist, nobel-laureate and all-around genius George Bernard Shaw's birth.

Being an English BA-holder and one-time Dubliner, I felt it was right to pay a brief tribute to the Irishman who brought the snide remark and bon mot to a new level.

I love witty writers and GBS is one of my favourites. If I could (will?--here's hoping!)leave a written legacy, I would want my words to be as insightful, sparklingly intelligent and bitingly ironic as his.

Slainte, GB.

K
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George Bernard Shaw once found himself at a dinner party, seated beside an attractive woman. "Madam," he asked, "would you go to bed with me for a thousand pounds?" The woman blushed and rather indignantly shook her head.
"For ten thousand pounds?" he asked. "No. I would not." "Then how about fifty thousand pounds?" he contined.

The colossal sum gave the woman pause, and after further reflection, she coyly replied: "Perhaps." "And if I were to offer you five pounds?" Shaw asked.

"Mr. Shaw!" the woman exclaimed. "What do you take me for!?"

"We have already established what you are," Shaw calmly replied. "Now we are merely haggling over the price."

Tell me about the rabbits, George...

Having recently moved to a fabulous part of town a few weeks ago, I have been venturing into the renowned River Valley on a daily basis, usually on my walks to and from work. It never ceases to amaze me how such lush nature can be smack dab in the middle of a city and yet during rush hour the only thing I can hear on my way to work is squirrels and the *ding, ding!* of bikers as they pass. It's pretty sweet. I have seen quite a few interesting creatures I don't normally get the opportunity to see living in an apartment block. My very first walk I saw what I believe to be some sort of woodpecker, though being the expert ornithologist I am, it could very well have been a lark or something. Definitely not an owl or a magpie (wicked, evil magpies... sorry, bad experiences with magpies, specifically them ganging up on my dog back in the day...nevermind...)

The most common friend I see every morning, however, is the jackrabbit. Now, Edmonton is renowned for its near-pestilence numbers of rabbits of all shapes and sizes. You can barely turn the corner (even in the most developed areas) without stumbling upon a bushy white tail. I loves the bunnies. They're so cute, though somewhat skittish. Even the Leg, where I work, is littered (no pun intended) with them. Except these little buggers are damn near fearless. There's one I've dubbed "Bob" who is always munching grass outside of the front door of my building. Usually I walk past and he trots away under a bush, but the other day I didn't see him and nearly tripped over him on my way in the building! Tripped! On a bunny! And he just kept on munching grass and looking adorable. Damn bunnies. I love them. Now if I could only tame one and fit it into my apartment somehow....

Debauched

Friday night I packed up my bathing suit, hot dogs and a 26 of rum and headed up to Mahe's Hut for a weekend of sea-dooing and shenanigans. And what shenanigans. Let me explain:

So we arrive at thunder lake around 9, where we begin the weekend by[CENSORED!]until about midnight, then decide to go for a [CENSORED!]which was my first time ever and was very fun and freeing. There were a lot of photos taken. Saturday was a beach bash, barbecue, then an hour-long kegstand competition, follwed by the most ridiculous and subversive group [CENSORED!]after which I was very tired. Nearly [CENSORED!]but, thankfully, was sober enough not to.

Returned home yesterday absolutely exhausted. Hope there are no photos of me lurking on the internet at this point. And if they are, I hope I get some of the proceeds from the "drunk girls acting retarded" videos they're sure to turn up on. *shaking head* what a weekend. ...

I can't wait to do it again in August!

hahaha.

Cheers,
K, not quite as innocent as I was a week ago.

Pvt. Fitz Reporting for Duty....

Hey all! Sorry about the time span between posts, but I've been rather busy. I can't believe the week I've had: it's felt like 10! Had a nice long 4-day weekend to move. Packed on Friday, moved in on Saturday and was pleasantly surprised to have a BUNCH of friends come over and help. Seriously, you guys are awesome. I am pleased. Now here's a cookie.

(hehe)

My baseless fear that I would be relegated to loneliness living on my own has not come to fruition. If anything, I'm busier right now than I've ever been....and it's gonna get even busier now, because I have been recruited into the Army.

The Sonic Intern Army, that is.

Yep, I had my mum (yes, mum, I don't have a car, okay?!) drive me to the Used Hubcap District, where I sat with the cool kitties and learned all about volunteering for this wicked-ass radio station and getting free passes to events such as, oh, concerts, movies, the usual. Hee hee hee!

I'm gonna start off slow, see how much time I can commit to it, but I'm pretty sure I'll be doing it often: it looks like such fun!

Anyways, that's about it for the update. Lots of other stuff happened this weekend, but I'm tired from the move/coming down with the sniffles and I need my rest so that I can go out and get right wasted this weekend at my dear friend Marc's cabin. Booya!

K

HOME FREE!!!

Squeal-worthy news annoucement in 5....4.....3....2....

oh, what the heck!

I've got a place to live!!!

Yes, that's right. I finally have an apartment all to my lovely self. Many of you will recall how I was going to move in with Ms. Betts' roomie, Y.C., when Bettsy vacated the premises. Unfortunately, that didn't happen and both of them are unsure where they're moving,what's happening with the lease, etc. So, on the off chance that I'd find something half decent, I went to look at some apartments on Monday. The first one was decent and right downtown, 10 minutes from work. It was a little pricy at $600, especially when the bedroom could barely fit a double bed. Ouch.

Second place I looked at was with mum (yes, I took my mum, shut up)and was right near the river valley and in close proximity to Whyte and downtown. And it was awesome! There's no balcony (bsmt suite) and I can't get a kitty (yet....hehehe) but it's HUGE and clean and nearly $100 cheaper than the first place I looked at. I signed an application form, just for the heck of it, and I was accepted yesterday. So tomorrow I go to sign my lease and drop off my first cheques, and I'm in as of July 1st!!!! yah!

Now, as July 1st is a holiday, I don't think I'll be doing much moving that day. Maybe some cleaning, and perhaps have everyone over to my empty flat to see my space and drink some beer. We could even watch the fireworks from Saskatchewan drive. Sweet, no? Of course, if anyone's free on Sunday (July 2) I'd very much appreciate some help moving furniture (wink, nudge).

Okay, ttfn.

K

Sometimes you run the wheel, other times, the wheel runs you...

At the best of times, my attention span/short term memory is somewhere between goldfish and Einstein-like hamster. Today I fell off the wheel while chatting on MSN (work? what work?....oh, THAAT work. Meh. I'll do it later) with the Lovely Bettsy, whose convocation from Uni is today (congrats!) I had offered my congratulations and we had barely continued the conversation, when she had to leave. When I asked for where, I received as blank a stare as one can receive when chatting online and immediately offered up my apologies for being so dense. I am so retarded sometimes. No, wait, that's an insult to retarded people. *sigh*

Just thought I'd share that with you, so that you might laugh at me as much as Bettsorama did.

Cheers,
K

Squirrel Ninja Defense

So, for those of you who know me well (or have been around me more than 5 minutes) you'll know that I have a rather great(some would say "unhealthy") fondness for squirrels. Perhaps the only thing i'm fonder of, in fact, would be monkeys. (hehe, just saying the word makes me giggle.)

So you can imagine my surprise and glee when i discovered this kokanee advertisement sitting on my table at a pub a few weeks ago! So, of course, I swiped it. (Respect for bar property has never been something I've been terribly fond of).

Add to the squirrels the fact that it involves Ninjas--the pinnacle of radness--and you've got yourself a near-perfect advert. Enjoy.

i Must be Craze-ay!

Okay, everyone who HASN'T heard of Gnarls Barkley, raise their hand.....anyone?

That's right. They are the shiznit, and I hereby declare "crazy" my mojo music for the summer. Their album makes me think of Moby's 'play', except with Marvin Gaye overtones instead of 30's gospel music. Either way, it equals awesomeness!!!

That, and anyone who dresses up in bowler hats and white suspenders and drinks moloko is alright with me. Yarbles!*



*(ps - if you don't understand what i'm talking about, I recommend you go out and borrow Anthony Burgess' "A Clockwork Orange" from your local library immediately)

24 on the 24th!

Happy Birthday to me....happy birthday to me....happy birthday, happy birthday....happy birthday to me!

Pitchin' a Tent...

The sun is shining, the temperature is up around 30C and it's nearly my birthday.

Ahh....does it get any better than this?

Yes, in fact. It does.

Because it's May Long Weekend. And you know what that means! CAMPING!!!

Okay, so my friends mostly turned out to be lame (still love you guys!) and had other things to do, like "work", but I've found a group of diehards to help me get good and plastered and set fires in the bush. (erm, I mean, have campfires and safely and properly put them out when said fire is done, right...)

so happy. I loves the campin'. Especially the very first trip of the season. It's refereshing and reinvigorating. And you get to eat hot dogs covered in dirt and not give a shit for 3 days. woo!

See ya, suckas!

Love,
K

I am so smart, S-M-R-T, I mean S-M-A-R-T!

So, the Edmonton Journal is having this contest all month where you can win a different smart car each week during the month of May.

And it will be mine. Oh yes. It will be mine.

Though they seem cramped and you shudder to think what would happen if an SUV ever attacked one, they're the most brilliant commuter transport ever. Like a vespa, only you can drive it in the winter. Woo!

That, and they're just about the cutest things since they invented a kitten-puppy-newborn baby hybrid (didn't you hear about that?)I want to try to beep the horn. I bet it makes the cutest little honk. hehe!

So fingers crossed for me, and if I win it, you can all have a ride around town in my adorable new car!

Lucky Lucky, You're so Lucky....

Heidi Ho, Neighbourinos!

Appy-polly-logies for the delay in my updates. This whole "real" job thing's a bummer. No time to dally on the 'net and update useless self-gratifying blog. *sigh*

Went to see the lads of FF with Death Cab for Cutie on Tuesday with MJ, Hore-atio and The Married One. It was awesome! Even bought myself a t-shirt, which was a first, amazingly, for me. Amazing, since I've been to about 40 concerts in my 23 short years and not a one where I've had the urge to purchase (typically overpriced) swag. But it was too hip not to. Okay, so every other female in E-town will have one, but I care not, for I had a great time.

After the concert, went back to Hore-atio's place to watch the overtime nail-biter between the Oilers and the Red Wings (well, boys did, I started to doze) until about 1am before MJ drove the Married One and I home. Woke up yesterday with a mega head-cold and called in sick. Laid on couch and watched DVDs of X-Files and Dead Like Me and slept. Woot. *cough*

Back at work now, which blows. I'm done with this whole working while sick thing. gonna go home and sleep some more. Maybe eat some ice cream for my throat. Yes, erm, throat, that's it...hehe....

cheers

k

The King is Dead!

Ralph Klein just held a press conference announcing his retirement!!!!

...okay, so it's in 6 months, but STILL! dance a little jig with me, will ya?

hee hee hee!

k

The magical (and well-designed!) land of yellow and blue

yippee!

so,for those of you not in the know, Miss Fitz will be making the transition from mommy's pockets to a home of her very own (!) in the next few weeks. sooo, excited! *squeal!*

ahem. sorry. don't make that sound very often, but sometimes, you need to squeal.

as such, i've been browsing, bartering and begging left and right for furniture and any other accoutrements of a nice bachelor suite. so far, the generosity and deals have been awesome.

Mr. M and his aunt jo have offered me a couch, a tv and a chaise lounge which happens to be my all-time favorite piece of furniture. it's rad.

i know that i have to spend money on SOME things, but i'm looking for deals where i can get 'em. found a great kitchy '50s table at value village, but the asking price was too high ($200 for a 40-year-old table? i think not!) so i went back last night to bargain...and some sucker had paid full price for it. (sad and snickering at the same time...)

so mums agreed/got dragged to IKEA, which is one of my all-time favorite places to shop. i just love it there. every time you go you are just amazed by the clever designs and funky colours. (they love orange, as do i!)

being a snob, i never shopped in the as-is section, since i figured it was all broken stuff. however, scotty, buddy and IKEA employee extraordinaire, explained that sometimes the stuff there is perfectly fine, only with one scratch or even so much as a mere broken box!

so, once there, we picked through the as-is stuff and found a half price dresser in pristine condition, and i also go myself a teeny little table and two chairs for my kitchen that were on super sale. in all, i spent slightly over $150 for all that. not too bad, if i do say so myself. now all i need is a bed and some linens, and i'm good to go!

swank!

k

A little bit fascist, a little bit rock n' roll...

So, looks like the County of Strathcona (ie: the ruling body of my bubblicious suburb) voted 5-3 in favour of a curfew for all those residents under 18. First offence is $100 fine, second is $200 and it only gets more ridiculous from there. As an added kick to the gut, the fines go to the parents of supposed "malicious, rampaging no-goodnik teens" for their implicit bad parenting in allowing their children to stay out past bedtime. *gasp!*

I for one believe this new bylaw is a bunch o' malarky and applaud the kids who I read in the paper are planning to take this thing to court or ignore it outright.

Not that I believe teens should be out raising hell all night, mind you. However, I do not believe that:

a) Staying out late is really the problem; and
b) Imposing a "time limit" on underaged fun is going to curtail mischief-making in the wee hours.

Let's face it. If you're going to be bad, you're going to find a way to do it, regardless of the "rules" of society. so what are we left with? Punishing some poor 16 year old who decides to walk home from a buddy's house after a night of drinking in an effort to be responsible and forcing said teen to work an extra bloody 40 hours at mcdonald's to pay off his not heeding the new bylaw?

hooey. It's all so much hooey. blecch. How about we teach young people respect and give them the benefit of the doubt and instill faith in them that they're not evil little shits who magically transform upon their 18th birthdays into respectable and contributing members of society? It doesn't work that way. Fostering distrust and suspicion will only make the bad more untrustworthy and the good less willing to participate in a society that treats them as lesser citizens.

The irony of all this, of course, is while we're punishing young people for not being old enough, it's the adults in this situation who need to be reminded to GROW UP.

Erin go Bragh!

Hey all you sexy ladies and gents!

yes, that's right, 'tis I, your lovely neighbourhood non-blogger, checking in to wish you all a happy st.paddy's day and all that jazz. This is a particularly memorable paddy's day for me, as it is the one year anniversary of my arrival in the lovely land of Eire for my travels and tribulations in Dublin's fair city. Wow. can't belive it's been a year. that's so crazy. why does time keep speeding up on me? at this rate, i'll be 80 in the span of time that it felt it took to get from 4-8 years of age. damn!

anyways, lots of apologies for not blogging sooner, been a rather hectic past month or so. lots of job and relationship turmoil, to say the least, which has finally settled down and allowed me to do those little fun things again, such as write useless crap and post it for the world to see! yah!

am now gainfully (and permanently) employed for the official opposition caucus of my province, which is actually pretty rad. a decent paycheque isn't too bad, either. leaving the last temp job with the real estate office was tough, since the people there were totally fun, and two of the guys there were fighting between themselves to see who could offer me more money and keep me there. I was seriously tempted, but in the long run i think there are more opportunities here for me. that, and there's a younger crowd of 20-30ish peeps here, which means one seriously awesome thing: new drinking buddies!

last night got rather tipsy with said new coworkers and then went home and baked cupcakes at midnight (amazingly, no 3rd degree burns obtained)and frosted them with green icing for lots of st.paddy's day deliciousness! woo!

Anyways, enough of my blathering. see, this is what comes of not blogging in a while: verbal diarrhea. lots more to say, but will pace myself and just write more frequently.

cheers!

k

Por Nada...

Came home last night to a big pile o' mail at the front door. And what was in that pile, my dearest lads and lasses? (If you live in E-town like me, you already know the answer to this one...) Yes, that's right, my King-Ralph sanctioned Prosperity Cheque. A whole whopping $400.00 from the government, for no particular reason other than, well, "because we can."

Now, while many people see this as a great bonus to being from the great red-neck yee-haw province of Alberta and are planning spa packages (well, those who aren't on the dole and using this money to pay off their mortgage this month, that is,) I am more interested in the "becase we can" part of this equation.

What many of my fellow Albertans seem to be taking for granted in this mad money-grubbing rush is how very fortunate we are to be getting this money at all. I mean, think about it: a few million of us are being given, for no other reason than because we happen to live in one of the wealthiest places in the world, what in some 3rd-world country would be the equivalent of an entire year's salary. I'm sure my $400.00 would go a long way towards feeding some hungry orphans or building a well or some such thing.

Just kinda rubs me the wrong way when some people are getting all self-congratulatory, as if they did something special to "deserve" this. Reminds me of the last Chris Rock HBO special I saw. He made a funny (and hilarious because it was so true) comment about how proud people are and how deserving they feel about coming from a first world country. Chris succinctly put it (excuse lack of humour brought on by my poor paraphrase): "you didn't do anything to get where you are, you just happened to come out of the right person in the right place a the right time. That's not destiny, that's luck!"

In that spirit, I think I'm going to count myself lucky and spend the money on things i really need, rather than just spoil myself. Since the money isn't being spent on things like education and health care (because the "people" use the money so much more wisely than the government, pfft) and i've got no health coverage at the mo', I think this money'll help go to paying off to get my teeth fixed, so this ache that's been bothering me for the past few weeks will finally go away. Not glamorous, but more useful than a new pair of boots.

How are you all going to use your money, E-tonians?

Cheers,

k

Goddammit!

Hi ho, neighbours. Your lovely fitzy is not as cheery as normal. Most likely due to the outcome of last night's elections. Not that I was surprised. You know, one crappy thing about living in E-town is that it is very difficult to complain about the election results. I gotta find the other 2 non-conservatives in the entire province and THEN we could have a dialogue. Unfortunately, I live in a community where the blues are rather popular and the MP for my riding is a jolly complacent fat man who enjoys eating buckets of chicken and kittens. Not that I can verify any of that, mind you. Except the kitten part, that I've got photos for. (hehe)

On the bright side, very excited that the little Orange and Green engines that could actually managed to increase their seats this election. So proud of you, and your authoritative mustache, Jacky-boy.("The mustache is where much of my authority is derived", sorry gotta quote movies any chance i get)

Ah well. Time to make the best of things. I hope you all did your civic duties and voted last night. and if not: for SHAME!!! that's right. i said it. SHAAAAAAAME! hehe.

lemme know how things went in your ridings. i'd be interested to see how my buddies in the T-dot felt about this, my little displaced Edmontonians that they are.

Cheers,

K

2006: The year of the busy little bee...

Whoo, baby!

My appy-polly-logies to all my buddies/readers (yes, both of you)for not being as good at the updates in the new year.

I hope that your New Year's plans went well. My eve was quieter than planned, but by the time I was dressed up and ready to go, the urge to boogie on the dancefloor had mysteriously vanished. Got some good hugs and phone calls in, though, so I suppose that's always something, right? :o)

Well, Fitzy's been busy this year. New job that actually requires real work ethic (wow! It's exciting, I know!) and lack of regular access to the internet have been my excuses. I'm reluctant to try this puppy at home for fear that it may cause my ol' compy to gasp its last breath.

Anywho, things are not too terrible right now. No big complaints or anything. But alas, I have another assignment to finish for work, but there'll be a nice post next time. promise. just checking in so you don't think i'm dead.

word to your mother.