I'm drinking coffee and irish creme liquer for breakfast. Matt's uncle has addicted me. I mean ... We're out of milk.
Last night was Ryan and Aya's last day in town, and Ryan treated us to Shabu Shabu! It involves going to a restaurant on Blanshard St., sitting in front of a vat of boiling vegetable stock, and dumping in things like mushrooms, tomatoes, fish cakes, spinach, noodles, etc., then picking them out with chopsticks and eating them. I was delighted! But I made a horrible mess. Bits of food everywhere.
Matt is reading me quotes from the Kurt Cobain Journals, stuff like, "You can not de-program the glutton."
I think that'll be all for today ... Must get to work on the new story, as yet not really begun. Panic will start to rise on Tuesday or Wednesday, I think. I had this horrible dream last night where Ben and I were both 10 years old and we were in this figure skating competition, and we skated to the Sound of Music and everybody loved us, and after we got off the ice they were screaming for us to come back and do an encore (at a competition, no less which is unheard of). I was all excited and ready to go back, but Ben was irritable and insisted on flossing his teeth first. Then his teeth got all bloody and he offered me a piece of bloody floss and said, "You?" and we missed the encore.
A big thanks to Michael for getting me started on this blog - I shall never forget his initial classy move of getting me coffee when we were working a shift at SUBtext together. I get the feeling this is only the beginning ...
Posted by joy at December 29, 2003 9:46 AMI still remember that too, and I tell people all about it as I lavish them with stories of SUBtext, and of meeting Ben.
That initial classy move wasn't meant to be anything. I had forgotten all about getting you coffee, until you or Ben (I don't remember who, sorry) mentioned it later.
I look forward to reading your blog, Joy.
Posted by: michael at December 29, 2003 1:10 PMOoh! And now with comments! Movable type is definitely better than blogger. Now if only Darren and the rest of the world would get on with the commenting capability, hrm? *cough*
Anyways, just popping in to say hi. You might not remember me... Reilly and I spent a drunken night at your place a year or two ago I think... beach, liquor, naked dave... it's all a blur.
Posted by: Miranda at December 30, 2003 10:08 AMIt's a bloody weird thing to be in someone else's dream. Especially when you're acting all moody in said dream, being irritable.
There should also be figure skating in the story. It's an untapped market. But no floss. Especially not bloody floss.
Posted by: ben at December 30, 2003 12:40 PMThis comment feature is wonderful!
Michael - how dare you not realize that your move was classy. But maybe it's a little like not realizing you're good-looking - makes you shine all the more.
Miranda - I remember that odd evening well. Naked Dave let loose in the quiet streets of Oak Bay ... Good God.
Ben - You're NEVER irritable in real life, so don't worry. Except for maybe when you use that word I don't like. You know. That horrible WORD that is worse even than bloody floss. :P
Posted by: Joy at December 30, 2003 1:22 PMOh yes, the word. That magical word of power. I could say it right now if I wanted. Maybe I'm saying right now - maybe not. You'll never know. Man, I'm evil. :)
Posted by: ben at December 31, 2003 10:23 AM