November 10th, 2006


Let the bloodbath begin.

So as you know, I went to the BC Film Industry Halloween Haunt a couple of weeks ago. They had a raffle table, and I bought one ticket, then promptly forgot all about it, because I never win anything.

And then, about twenty minutes ago, I got a call from the nice lady running the raffle, and she told me that I had, indeed, won something!

Have a look. I'm ticket #2490.

Now... who to take?

Okay, I'm probably going to take Mum. But still. ;)

And thank the gods for the chocolate, because...

So I got a bit of a late start this morning, and when I did get outside, I had a half-block reaction of HOLY FUCK IT'S COLD mostly because it was raining, and windy, and raining *sideways*.

I got about a third of the way down the hill, and I was shivering, so I said "hell with this" and ducked into a bus shelter. It was about ten past eight, and there was supposed to be a bus in about three minutes, so I'd be there in plenty of time.

Three minutes came and went, and the bus? Did not. Didn't even show up. By this time there were a half-dozen people gathered under the bus shelter, glancing irately at their watches.

People continued to gather. Now two buses worth, and eventually, That Woman. No, not that one, a different one. This woman wore a long black trenchcoat, cowboy boots, and a wide-brimmed cowboy hat made of plastic.

When the second bus, which would have gotten me to work *just* in time, sped by without stopping (supposedly it was full), and splattering all of us with rainwater, she FREAKED. OUT.

You know those people who will talk to anyone, stranger, acquaintance, as if they've been best friends forever? She was one of those. She also had that drawly, high-pitched trailer accent that makes a person like they're whining and bitching even when they're not. She was, of course, bitching.

To everyone.

And then she lit a cigarette.

I can mostly give a pass to smokers (a contemptuous, condescending, pointedly-coughing pass, but a pass), so long as I don't have to breathe any of the air in their immediate vicinity. She, however, lit up in an enclosed bus shelter, where there was no way for any of us to avoid choking on her fumes. A couple of people politely asked her to either butt out or move away from the shelter, and she swore at them. "Fuck you, smoking's not illegal yet."

Another bus passed us without stopping. She lit another cigarette.

And then I opened my umbrella and walked the rest of the way, anyway. I was fifteen minutes late.

I'm too confused to tell you who pissed me off more, this morning: Translink, or That Woman. Well. No need to pick and choose. Hate for everyone.

But then the chocolate fairy called me. It's all good.

Although I'm soaked through, still, and the air conditioning in the office is still on full-blast, so it's FUCKING COLD, and I'm shivering.

I want to go home. :(
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The Great Ridiculous Time-Killing Mystery

Okay. So several weeks back, we had Girly 80s Cartoon Night, right? We watched the He-Man and She-Ra movie, The Little Mermaid, Transformers (okay, a little less girly), and among other things, Rainbow Brite and The Star Stealer, which I actually went out and bought on DVD. And while watching it for the first time in a few years, I noticed something (I mean something aside from the fact that after all these years, I still feel compelled to sing along to the song at the beginning, and worse yet, I remember all the lyrics) that has been driving me insane since.

So I did what any sane person would do. I popped the DVD into Poddy, did screencaps, and went looking on the Internet.

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And then...

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Not that, as a six-year-old, I wouldn't have cheerfully accepted either magical flying horse, as it was really a tossup between getting Stormy's hair or Rainbow's belt.

Okay. Moving on... *creeps away*