Warning – lurid adult content I should have known it was a dream, because I was in a yoga classs. I don’t take yoga class. I think I can honestly say, that apart from the impromptu yoga instruction that my friend Alice gave David, Anna and me on the beach of her cottage property, that…
There are ramifications for encouraging one’s child to pay attention to shit. For encouraging an awareness of female behaviour and how women are perceived by the media and the world. At 12 years of age, Rissa has become a dyed-in-the-wool speech pattern cynic. Rissa loves cake decorating shows. She loves watching people design cakes. She…
It’s Zeb’s fault. David’s friend Zeb, who posted to Facebook about someone wearing a vintage Hanson t-shirt. I’m thinking: “VINTAGE HANSON? How old does that make ME??” But next thing you know, I’m googling Hanson to get my timeline right – it can’t be 20 years ago and it’s got to be at least 20…
Please. Please… someone in television land, bring back Firefly. Please. I’m begging. I really need a hit of Mal. For those who might say, “but you can see Nathan Fillion on Castle.” I know, I know – Nathan Fillion is on Castle, and it’s fine… Richard Castle is snarky and marginally sexy and all that,…
The kitten… the feral one? That hung onto my hand with its teeth after I picked it up, because it was so terrified? The one I had to have “just in case” rabies shots for? It’s back… And David says I’m not allowed to touch it. Not even a little bit. Now in cat adolescence,…
My great friends Amber and Anne-Marie and ME with the Bloggess! So you know that gal in Total Recall, the one with the three breasts? Well I must be a sci-fi lover’s wet dream, because I have six. Yep – SIX. Four in the front, two in the back. Let’s do the math again, just…
From MotivatedPhotos.com No seriously. She really is. It hits her at bedtime. She loses her mind. But only with me. Not with David. She retains sanity for her father, and abandons it ALL for me. ALL OF IT. Tonight, as I was lying beside her with my book at 9:45 p.m., she would NOT stop…
So… Picasso… I’ve now been up close and personal to some of his greatest works at the AGO exhibit. I can now say with some knowledge – “His Rose Period is my favourite period.” Boy With a Pipe 1905 Picasso’s rose period was 1904-1906 (ish), in case you too, wanted to pretend you have…
When planning your viewing of the 2012 Olympics – you have to be wily. You want to be able to speak with authority about the big picture. “Did you catch Branagh at the Opening Ceremonies?? Nice Caliban cover, huh? How about that Mike Oldfield?” I will freely admit that my favourite part of the Opening…
This week I had a disproportionate emotional response to televised stimuli. I watched Bunheads. First off, I had been under the impression that the show was reality tv aimed at the ballerina set. Rissa is a bit of a dance fiend herself, so we PVR’d it and sat down to watch it together. Imagine my…