well, my new action sampler camera toy is aparently more tricky than it looks.
out of the 36 photos i took on my first roll, only about 5 are worth looking at. the rest are just blurry or lame or you can’t even tell what it is that was meant to be in the frame.
but i won’t let this minor set back get me down. i’m going to keep on taking ugly pictures like there’s no tomorrow.
okay, so i’m all for blogger’s new look and the fact that you can now search for other blogs based on interest and topic and all that. but i just hate how when you’re writing a new post, there are no line breaks, and you have to scroll back to see all you’ve written. that or hit the return key i guess but that’s annoying and a little much to ask.
no wonder so many americans have their panties in a knot about rising gas prices. According to this month’s Harper’s Index, the ratio of the average number of vehicles to the number of children per U.S. household is 5 to 2. See more fun facts from the index here.
I’m going to write this story the way I would tell it if I were speaking to you all.
So we went out to the Only for coffee tonight (well, mostly to sit on the patio. They’ve got a good patio). And Janet and Maggie run in, and they’re like “Hey! There’s this loonie glued to the sidewalk out there, and about 100 people in an apartment across the street watching for people to come and pick it up! We tried our best, but we couldn’t get it. How much time would you guys be willing to spend to get that loonie?”
And of course I had nothing better to do, so I was like “psssh. All night if we have to. That loonie…. is OURS!” And a while later, we decided to go out and get it. So there are four of us, sitting on the sidewalk, doing our best to ruin these jerks fun. And they come back to the window, and they’re like “Get out of here! Our favourite thing to do is to watch people try to pick that up!” and this one girl just starts screaming. She’s absolutely crazy for this loonie. And then one of the guys is like “That’s it, I’m coming down there.” And while he’s coming down the stairs, Avery’s like “I’ve got a plan.” And she pulls a loonie out of her pocket and puts it on top of the other loonie. When the guy gets there, she puts on a show, pretending like it’s really hard to pull up the loonie. She’s like “It’s almost… there…. YESSSSS!” Then she shoves it in the guy’s face and we all do high-fives while Avery carefully puts her shoe over the glued loonie. The dude was pretty pissed, but also somewhat impressed that we got it up, so he was like, “meh, you guys keep the loonie.” And we pretended to be happy about that. But things get trickier at this point. The people in the window are still really angry because we ruined their good time (or so they thought…) So Avery yells up “I’ll give you a loonie if you show us your ass!” Then we laugh. But the guy really wants that loonie glued down again, so he moons the entire street (I also hate the word moon, but what else are you supposed to say there?) We all have a good laugh. Then he’s like “Where’s my loonie?!” and Avery says, “Right here!” and pretends to put a loonie down where the loonie is still glued. “Come and get it!” So they come running down the stairs, across the street, and go to pick up the loonie off the sidewalk. But it’s glued down! Now that is tricky.
Okay. So I know this girl. She’s a friend of a number of friends. I consider her an acquaintance. So sitting in a dry bathtub the one evening, my friend Amanda and I were enjoying some conversation and chardonnay, and this acquaintance of mine comes in to use the toilet. Which was slightly awkward. And afterwards, she doesn’t wash her hands. She just leaves.
When asked to defend her actions regarding the lack of hand-washing, she comes up with this:
“If you’re worried about what’s on your hands after you’ve touched your ass, you should be more worried about your ass.”
So here’s the digital downpour reader poll:
Do you wash your hands after using the toilet?
yay! my dad bought me a new toy! aparently, this is the new fad in argentina, and maybe everywhere else too for all i know. it’s a little camera that takes four pictures one after another but prints them all on the same photo. it looks fun and i can’t wait to try it!
For twenty two days straight I got one or more phonecalls for Ms. Catherine Peters.
I’m sorry, she’s not home right now. I’m sorry, she’s sleeping right now. I’m sorry, she’s sitting right beside me and doesn’t want to speak to you right now. Can I take a message?
Yes. This is MBNA Canada calling. Do you know when Ms. Peters will be home?
I’m sorry, I don’t. Maybe around seven?
And who am I speaking to?
Her roommate, Allie.
Hi Allie. How are you?
I’m fine, Stephen. How are you?
Good. I’ll try her again later.
Talk to you then.
If I wasn’t there to take the call, I would get an automated voice message.
HELLO! This is Steve Dickie calling from MBNA Canada……
Or it was Caroline. Or it was Brian. We’ve called more than 19 times, Allie. Have you been giving her the messages?
Yes. Yes, I have been giving her the messages. But I can’t make her call you back.
It must be getting annoying for us to call every day, isn’t it Allie?
Yes, it is.
And then I left, and I thought I had escaped them, the phonecalls.
But five minutes ago….
Can I speak to Mr. or Mrs. Aaldwell?
No one here goes by that name.
Are you eighteen or older?
Yes.
This is MBNA Canada calling….
