SpyDaddy: "I used to think you didn't have much of a spine."
Vaughn: "And has that assessment changed at all?"
Hahahaha! Fan-freaking-tastic episode of Alias.
The werid professor is totally an adult Seth Green, no?
ETA: HOLY SHIT! WILL! WILL IS BACK NEXT WEEK! FOR A NIGHT OF PASSION!
I think I just died and went to heaven.
Seriously? Could this show be any greater? I was giggling like a little girl throughout the episode (with gym rat George), and Tom nearly killed me when he said, "It takes a village, people". Hahahaha! Village people!
I thought it was particularly funny when the fab 5 left him, and he looked like he was just left alone in the playground. He was going to cry. So sweet.
I think George's hair needed to be shorter still, but he was certainly a vast improvement. I also think I'm going to make that grilled lamb/asparagus thing. Yum!
Well, if I'm already ragging on foodtv:
Could this woman be more insufferable? Her annoying little giggle, her little girl mannerisms, and just everything about her, screams "unrefined". I'm no socialite, but I cannot take any of her food recommendations or behaviour as any sort of endorsement. She's the picture of the ugly American, as far as I'm concerened. When I travel, I try to blend in, rather than be the most conspicuous person around. Feh. Can't stand her.
I've been hit by a rather unpleasant (but not too horrific) flu, and have spent much time in front of the tv the last few days (um, I mean even more time). I'm watching the show about Jamie Oliver's restaurant, Fifteen. Jamie selects 15 underprivileged kids and trains them professionally. Once trained, they are to staff the kitchen of the restaurant.
Now, what I'm seeing was filmed leading up to the opening, and the restaurant has since opened to rave reviews. I was reading his blog a bit earlier, and last spring he'd already picked the second batch of fifteen kids.
Anyway, I'm watching the documentation of the training, and I seriously want to smack each of these kids on the back of the head. Half the kids don't show up to training or to stage sessions. These two ungrateful little bitches were talking just now about how rather than peeling potatoes, they chucked them in the garbage to make it look like they finished the whole batch. *SMACK*.
I'm seething with jealousy and anger. These kids have NO idea what a golden opportunity they've been given.
A photo of London, England, taken from a plane heading to Toronto. (November 2003).
Ok, I'm already certain this is where y'all will find me for the next little while. Heidi suffered from the same cookbook buying obsession I have, and she decided to actually start using them, and document the adventure. Funny, I just recently resolved to do the same!
Another similar site is the Julie-Julia project.
I'm generally a very polite person. I'm also a very concise person. So when I call my dermatologist's office and tell the nurse that the blood work requisition didn't come through clearly on the fax they sent to my doctor's office, there is really NO need to snap at me that the information is all there. I *know* it's there. It's completely illegible, however. Three times I had to tell this bitch that I. Can't. Read. It. and three times, the bitch snapped back at me, "But it's all there".
Was I not being clear? Was *I* being rude? Why can't people in the service industry understand that they are required to be polite and pleasant? And why is being polite and pleasant such a chore for some people? If I were a bitch, I'd understand (sort-of) getting attitude back, but I wasn't rude. It's not in me to be rude - I'm Canadian, for the love of God!
It must be difficult to L-I-S-T-E-N to what a person is saying and just give them a straight forward answer.
*hits bitchy nurse with heewig's lunch tray*
I talk about food a lot, and read about food a lot, but I don't actually do that much cooking. I hope to change that, and I'm going to start with that Nigella Lawson meatloaf recipe linked to your left.
One substitution I know I'll be making ahead of time is prosciutto for bacon, since I already have some prosciutto at home, and don't generally buy bacon.
I'll let you know how it goes!
Edited to report:
Hmm. It came out a little dry - I probably could have taken it out of the oven a good 10 minutes before I did. I might also cut down slightly the amount of beef I used. The combination of prosciutto over applesauce was really excellent.
Overall? Meh. My dad's meat loaf is fantastic. I'd rather have his.
Every morning there is a constant battle going on with students who are late for class and are stuck in the hallways while the anthem plays. I spend the better part of the anthem telling them to stand still and shut up.
The truth, however, is that I can't blame them for not giving a shit about the anthem. It's bandied about so easily, that it's become completely meaningless. You hear it every morning at school. You hear it every time you go to a sporting event. It's also older than god, and the lyrics are almost meaningless today. Am I standing on guard for Canada? Nuh-uh. Is Canada my home and native land? Not so much on the latter, and questionably on the former.
I come from a place where the anthem means something. Where to this very day, it represents what the country is going through, and where it is actually respected, and only played at the most solemn events, or at most joyous ones.
I kind of wish they'd do away with playing it at the beginning of the school day. Especially since they play the Israeli anthem on alternating days here. It cheapens and demeans it.
An open letter to the Tim Horton's drive-through on Woodbine north of John:
A large, double-double, with MILK.
This does not mean a large, double-double, with cream. Nor does it mean an unsweetened tea with milk.
*One cup of coffee.
*TWO times sugar.
*TWO TIMES MILK.
Don't make me come in there to make my own coffee. There's a reason I go to a coffee shop. It's so that I don't have to do it myself.
That is all, asspoles.
I don't know how I feel about linking to my Amazon wish lists (well, ok, I feel weird, as though I'm soliciting gifts and such, which I'm not), but someone asked me to put them up, and 'tis the season and stuff.
But don't feel like you *need* to get me stuff or anything. Because you really don't!
However, if you're planning on getting other people stuff from Amazon, feel free to get to Amazon through my handy associates icon, right there in my links, because if you buy stuff through my link, I get to earn a few pennies.
Yesterday Mike and I went to see Love, Actually, which was a really funny and poignant movie. And he gave me my Christmas gift early! And because I'm Jewish, I can open it whenever I can! He gave me Rocco DiSpirito's new book, Flavor [sic]. I still contend that Rocco is the tooliest tool to ever tool, but the book is NICE.
Huh? Really? I'd much rather be this:
Here is my PSA for you:
A - Airways: Tilt the head back and push the chin up.
B - Breathing: put your ear to the mouth and try to hear/feel breath, while seeing if chest is rising and falling.
C - Circulation: check pulse.
Now you know your ABC, won't you come and resuscitate me?
I spent all day at a CPR training course. I expected to be bored out of my mind, but it was all sorts of awesome. Now, drop dead so I can save ya, mmmkay?
I'm even more excited now! I'm going to see Phish with Jenny and her gang while in Miami! of course, I don't so much *know* Phish, but still, I have a month to educate myself!
I just booked my vacation for winter break!
I'll be spending 8 days in Miami with my friend Jessica, and will be visiting with babyfishfel and meeting up with Jenny, and then will drive up to Tampa to spend about 3 days with highwaygirl, and then flying to Atlanta for a couple of days with roo!
Ok, if you exclude the whole "lying on the beach" bit, what's there to do in Miami for 8 days?
Silent in the Morning! You're a peaceful and steady
person who doesn't like too much chaos or
change. Your ideas and plans steadily build
until you are able to complete them, so very
little can get in your way, and you tend to be
able to keep your mind on several things at
once and still keep on track, even when Divine
Creation squashes you with fear.
Which Phish Song Are You?
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I should qualify this quiz with the fact that I've never in my life heard a phish song. I suppose the fact that the song title was ONE OF THE QUESTIONS would have been a tip off had I known any of the songs. *downloads*
The front part of the picture, where you see dirt going across, is what the cable people dug up. The rest is all from that blasted truck.
I generally hate getting the email forwards and assorted junk, and have threatened to block many of my friends if they do not desist from flooding my inbox with shit I'll never read. One of our teachers has found a way around this stumbling block. He printed a message and put it in my mailbox. Mind you, he never sends me stuff, so it's ok. Once I managed to translate it from Spanish (not too difficult, as I understood about 95% sin diccionario), I thought I'd share part of it.
It takes a minute to meet someone special,
an hour to appreciate them,
a day to love them,
and a lifetime to forget them.
is ruined! Even more so that usual. A while back the cable people tore it up to hell, and with all the rain we've had, it's been looking kind of rough. Well. This morning I wake up (an hour late - thanks, non-functioning alarm clock!) and go downstairs, and there is this big ass pick up truck parked. on. my. lawn. It belongs to a friend of my neighbour's, who obviously spent the night, and it's the second time he's done this, but the first time was in summer, so it didn't really do any damage. As I was backing out of the driveway on the way to work, I saw that the truck had made approx. 5" track marks on the lawn. I can only imagine how bad it's going to be when he backs it up. The really annoying thing, is that he could have knocked on my door and asked if his friend could park IN my driveway, which only ever has one car anyway.
I'm not happy about this at all.
That's what's left of two of my favourite bowls. They're too pretty to throw out. I might use them in a mosaic, if I ever feel crafty enough for such a challenge.
Yesterday someone came in to interview for a teaching position, and aside from repeatedly making grammatical and pronounciation errors, her cell phone rang half way through the interview. And she answered it.
Today I see that BDI's husband is sending out resumes with a picture of a unicorn on them.
Two sure-fire ways to never. get. a. job.
Note to teacher:
After you RIP the door OFF of the photocopier, you pretty much lose the right to complain that it isn't working, asspole.
I'm not normally a list maker, but yesterday, I was attacked by an uncontrollable urge to tidy my room (Shh! Don't tell anyone - they might think I'm about to make a habit of it), and I stumbled upon magazines everywhere. I'm sure you'd love to know what I found.
Magazines I subscribe to:
Magazines I don't subscribe to (but seem to buy all the time anyway):
Gourmet - I keep buying it, and keep hating it. I suppose I just keep wishing it got better.
Everyday Food - A cute little mag from the house of Martha Stewart, which I keep saying I'll use, but never do.
Donna Hay - The most beautiful food magazine I've ever laid eyes on. I'm just too lazy to figure out the Australian exchange rate to figure out whether it's cheaper on the rack or by subscription.
Lucky - Because it's a magazine! about! shopping!
Magazines I occasionally buy (when stuck for an hour while waiting for a bus):
Allure - Every time I buy this I tell myself, 'Never again'. What an ugly layout.
Magazine-type things found in my room:
17 different J. Crew catalogues - I seem to get a new one every other day.
Abercrombie and Fitch catalogue - How did these people get my address?
...He's rather inarticulate.
...Holy cross eye, batman.
...He's kinda short.
Ok, why is Dennis Franz at the AMAs?
And holy crap, could Hillary Dudd be lip synching any more obviously? And isn't she, like, 12? What the fuck is she doing in 4 inch stilettos? She's also wearing what looks like a shredded tire. Hillary - step away from Christina Hag's stylist. I'm sorry, did she just get down on her knees and head bang? Wow. Just when I thought she couldn't embarrass herself more.
Ok, who authorized this nonsense to replace Alias? They'd better watch out, because I'm about to go all Syd on their ass.
I just finished reading the December Lucky magazine. On page 211 there's a change purse by Kate Spade, sold at Neiman Marcus. Price? $150 US dollars. For a CHANGE purse.
To compensate for the annoyances of the last few days, I've just bought myself a couple of presents from Amazon:
1. The Minimalist Entertains by Mark Bittman (of the demo I went to last week).
2. Modern Classics Book 2 : Cookies, Biscuits & Slices, Small Cakes, Cakes, Desserts, Hot Puddings, Pies & Tarts by the goddess of food styling, Donna Hay.
Because, y'know, I don't have enough cookbooks. Nope, not me. Need more.
Why does BDI feel the need to consult with me regarding the need to order paper? Or toner? Or any other piece of office supply we've run out of?
Does running the question by me somehow make her a team player? A more cooperative worker than me? If we run out, ORDER MORE, you twit. I don't need to be privy to that particular decision making process.
Instead of packing her stuff and getting the fuck out of here, my boss is futzing around on the internet. GO HOME!
*weeps with the unfairness of it all*
I've been cranky since the snow flurries started yesterday morning. I was mildly annoyed at the beginning, and truly upset when I had to scrape off my car, but I am enraged now.
The school can never seem to find a way to get their head out of their ass and figure out the heating/cooling system once and for all. This means that the new wing is always cold in winter, or hot in summer. Except for my office, which has its own thermostat and temperature control. So while the entire wing is freezing cold, our office is nice and toasty. This, in and of itself, wouldn't annoy me so much, if not for the fact that they closed the school due to the cold temperature, and are forcing the admin staff to stay.
As protest, I will cease to do anything work related just as soon as my boss puts her coat on and walks out.
I clearly missed the (rather distressing) memo that said these were back in fashion. Feh.
I could survive solely on mushrooms, mango, and avocado. How about you?
The principal just made an announcement about how unacceptable it is for kids to be in the hall after the bell rings.
Of the four people that work in my office, I am the only one who actually bothered to show up on time (well, if we interpret on time to mean "before everyone else"), so I really can't see how we expect the kids to show up on time.
Just in case I haven't made it clear in the past, I'd like to reiterate that highwaygirl is my goddess. That is all.
Every time I think BDI can't get any more clueless, I am proven wrong. To wit, the following exchange:
Perry (to a teacher): Yes, I'll be in Israel for a month, and then travel with my husband.
BDI: Wait, you're going away?
Perry: Are you kidding me?
Rappy (rolls eyes until they snap out of place): She's going on sabbatical.
BDI: I had no idea. You know me, I don't get involved in any work-related conversations.
I'd really appreciate it if BDI didn't come anywhere near my desk with her horrible BO. And if she must, could she please not raise her arms? I'm just saying.
I know I'm guilty of this in my first few entries for Photo Friday, but now that I have the tools to actually write descriptions for my photos, I get a little annoyed at people who don't. There are so many incredible pictures on that site, and so few of them detail where they were taken. I want to know, people!
Speaking of photography, I'm constantly on the prowl now for images for the 26 Things challenge.
BCE Place reflected in Commerce Court East, Toronto.
Exhibit A for overg: I could never harm a cat. I seek them out in my travels.
In my recent trip to Israel, I visited Neve Tzedec - the first neighborhood in Tel Aviv. My inexplicable affinity for doors and windows aside, this is an astoundingly beautiful little hub in the otherwise less-than-pretty city.
More photos here.
I got up super-early today (well, on a weekend 10:30 is super-early, no?), hauled a bunch of my Cooking Light magazines downstairs, and proceeded to make a shopping list, with full intention of going to the grocery store. Then I took a shower, and plopped down in front of the computer, and now, I'm not so much feeling like going shopping.
The fact that I have no food other than cereal at home isn't deterring me, for some reason. I've lived on Oatmeal Maple Crisp for a week before. Living on cereal as an adult is not dissimilar to living on ramen as a student, right? (Not that I ever had to live on ramen. I'm just saying.)