green_dreams: Books, and coffee cup with "Happiness is a cup of coffee and a really good book" on the side. (Default)
Okay. I don't actually think I can do justice to the trip, and I can't quite manage to get the pics off my phone yet, and I am tired of trying. Will deal with later.

Nonetheless, quick highlights so I know what to come back and talk about later.

* Friday night - headed to Montreal. Stayed with aunts (the house was lovely), were surprise-dinnered, went over to see [profile] jasmine_koran and [personal profile] snakey.

* Saturday - zoo trip! Went to the Granby Zoo. It was surprisingly cold and enthusiastically rainy and I ended up buying a poncho from the guest shop. (And then a lot of postcards and a plush snow leopard which has been named Squidgereekit for reasons that probably have to do with no coffee.) Lovely *lovely* animals, many pictures, and weirdly not as sad as I vaguely expected it to be. Watched a tiger be very sad over her lost ball, was landed on by many rainbow lorikeets, petted a stingray. Manta ray? They feel like those little "put them in water and watch them GROW!" toys. (Have some camera pictures, but batteries died. Mostly on phone.)

Headed back and went out for Indian for dinner. Stayed up moderately late talking to aunt and cousin, limped to bed with the whole "ohgod I don't usually walk seven hours straight in a day!" kicking my ass the backs of my knees and thighs.

* Sunday - breakfast with aunts, then on to Kingston! Stopped at the Long Sault for gas and discovered that there was a road connecting several of the islands which we had not previously known about. Went for a drive along it, and stopped briefly so John could be a Good Samaritan and retrieve a dog for its owner, and ended up in a small picnic table shelter that explained about the lost villages. Because a bunch of villages no longer exist, since they were flooded to create the Saint Lawrence seaway.

No, I didn't know either.

We headed out again, discovered we were going by Upper Canada Village, and stopped in. (Highlights: sawmills, so cool, cheese, doctor's office, sewing/knitting/dyeing people.) Made it to Kingston and [personal profile] ladybird97's place, went out to dinner at the... uhm. A place with a very great lot of beers. Then just hanging about and talking and then heading over to John's brother's to sleep.

* Monday - Kingston! Fort Henry's closed, so spent much of the morning at the Kingston Penitentiary Museum. Lunch at the aforementioned Italian restaurant. Afternoon at

* Tuesday - left Harrowsmith, drove towards and through Toronto. Stopped at Cobourg on the way, which is a lovely little place with a beach on Lake Ontario. (Fish skull of pike-y doom.) Becky sent us discount coupons for Niagara Falls hotel, so we decided to go there and checked in.

Niagara Falls is big. Really really big. Hitchhiker's Guide to teh Galaxy talking-about-space big. And it rains. And it has its own rainbow at night. And it sounds like the sky is purring. I have never seen anything like it in my life.

Wow.

Oct. 1st, 2011 08:14 pm
green_dreams: (OMG)
Back from zoo.

Walked.... six anna half? seven? hours. Not sure.

Still functional! Despite crashing hard in the car on the drive home.

Have 380+ pictures to sort through. Need camera batteries.
green_dreams: Books, and coffee cup with "Happiness is a cup of coffee and a really good book" on the side. (Default)
image

Puppy.

I have been mugged by giant eyes and a giddy Friday impulse. Blame John, too.
green_dreams: (fall cat)
Feet are killing me. This is...

This is okay.

I think I danced for... a couple of hours? Not sure. Haven't done that in years.

My cousin is married. This is pretty awesome.

There was free champagne at the wedding.

And a bar at the reception after.

(And John noticed I was stressing the ^&*0 out and bought me a drink with lunch.)

All of which is to say, dammit, you should all be very impressed that I am typing this coherently1 Because I am. No edits. (And, of course, I have just noticed that 1 that should be a 1) (a !)

I have notes.

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8:25 p.m. (After lunch and wedding)

Hit point where was trying to figure out how many Gashlycrumb Tinies are explicitly killed in their description. Then I had another glass of champagne.

Am the second-soberest person in the car. (John is the first. He is driving. I feel safe, because he is a responsible driver and does not get behind the wheel if he is anywhere near a state that might affect his ability to react to things while driving.)

un-time-stamped (At reception)

Holy God, second cousin... possessed? Charging around on all fours with shoes on hands yelling "gnahhh! gnahhh! gnahhh!" and chasing his sister. Snarling in a way that wants me to haul out Rue Morgue and check and see what movie I should be getting a reference to. I contemplate the necessity of exorcism.

Or else this is just him being three years old.

Either way, heavily documented.

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Damn, nearly one in the morning. O.O Okay. Crashing is doubtless in order, because if I keep typing I will start rambling, and rather than getting on-topic rambles about how my teenaged second-cousin is actually really cute and her father is worrying about her going into high school, you will get way-out-there rambles that have nothing to do with anything I did today...

Do you call it eliding if it's an entire word that goes missing? Like saying "butcher's" instead of "butcher's hook" for "look", f'r ex?

(That's actually eeensily relevant.)

Okay. Time to fall over hard, I think. Hope you are all sleeping well.

*frazzle*

Sep. 3rd, 2011 03:49 pm
green_dreams: Greyscale silhouette of a black cat with grey eyes (adorable yet unsettling)
In Sault Ste Marie. This is okay. Had to wait at airport for my sister. This is okay. (This is less than as good as okay, since (half?) her flight got cancelled and she had no sleep, but right now she is catching up.) Last room had a ton of fruit flies, so moved to this one. This is okay.

The state of the hotel wifi?

Not.
Okay.


Anyway, I might be able to get a connection to stick around, if I put the laptop on the chest of drawers and hunch. Am reminding miyself that downloading and installing Fallout: New Vegas out of spite is a petty thing, and I should not do it.

Getting picked up in forty minutes. Need painkillers. At least it's a fast change.

Keep itching to fire up DW--Dreamweaver, not DreamWidth--and poke around with site ideas. Will not have time, I know. Maybe after the reception or tomorrow morning.

May drop on an episode of Mifits or something, not sure. Am torn between being comforted by and being annoyed at the sameness here. It sort of highlights the monoculture in Babbitt, which I am currently reading through and which is making me wince rather a lot.

Hoping the chance to actually be in a space that does not have a lot of other people in it will help me unwind before the wedding.
green_dreams: (call. the. police)
There are many things one might hear during an appointment for outpatient surgery.

I feel that "Hey, would you feel better knowing that the laser machine has 'cut' and 'blend' settings?" is one of the more disconcerting ones.

That is all.
green_dreams: (there will be no miracles)
The last note on his Twitter this morning, from July 25, was "Your support and well wishes are so appreciated. Thank you. I will fight this – and beat it."

I think (pardon my inarticulation) that it is important not to dismiss that, or him, because he was wrong. In the end, a jaded cynicism is the easy bet; sooner or later everything ends. That does not mean a jaded cynicism is worth embracing.

Not sure what's going to happen now.

He wrote a letter, to be shared after his death.

I'm feeling short-sighted and selfish, because I was keeping it at something of a remove up until I read that letter. And a couple of things got to me on a personal level, and now it's all sinking in, and I'm having trouble thinking of other things.

I'm sure others will have more to say, and it will be more coherent and productive. I'm tired and sad, and I'm going home.
green_dreams: (commit no nuisance)
A few days later [in June 2011] on the opposite side of the Atlantic, Tennessee Gov. Bill Haslam signed a bill into law that makes it a crime to use the web to "transmit or display an image" that could "frighten, intimidate or cause emotional distress" to anyone who sees it. Those found guilty face a maximum of one year in jail and a $2500 fine.[1]
And, on the flipside
The US Supreme Court recently struck down a 2005 California ban on the sale of violent video games to those under eighteen. Speaking for the majority in the court's 7-2 ruling, Associate Justice Antonin Scalia wrote "California's argument would fare better if there were a longstanding tradition in this country of specially restricting children's access to depictions of violence, but there is none." He went on to cite the circulation of Grimm's fairy tales to children. "The basic principles of freedom of speech and the press, like the First Amendment's command, do not vary when a new and different medium for communication appears."
I'm annoyed by the first and relieved by the second, but... why on earth am I hearing about this from the latest issue of Rue Morgue, again?

The clerk at Mags'n'Fags was stocking the shelves and offered it when she saw I had the last issue, and I picked it up on impulse, since the cover had a Fright Night splash and a mention of a new John Shirley collection. (Also, I think I need to take a look at Haven; I do not have enough creepy in my TV viewing.) I've been sort of looking forward to it--Fright Night--since I saw the trailer and pegged the movie at the thirty-six second mark.[2]

This vaguely confuses me since I never saw the movie. I recognize the cover art, sure, but I am thinking I actually need to skip the articles on it since they are absolutely full of spoilers, and I persist in misremembering the line on the back of the VHS case as "Michael likes his drinks warm, red--and straight from the jugular!" Michael being the mortal protagonist, I am clearly off-base. (And now I'm just wondering even more how I recognized the movie, since misremembering the villain's name so throughly means it wasn't his introduction that tipped me off.)

Huh. Apparently Haven is based off Stephen King's The Colorado Kid. Will see if it feels as much like King as happytown did.

This early morning (relatively) rambling has been brought to you by an internet connection and fifteen minutes of free time.
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[1] Also, apparently there is no use for the Oxford comma in the writing of Tennessee bills. Not overly impressed.
[2] In a fit of "I am in early, yay," I just grabbed the trailer and checked.
green_dreams: (books and glasses)
Apparently he died Saturday. I didn't even know he was ill.

It's slowly dawning on me how many anthologies edited by him I've read. And from what Cory Doctorow said, he'll be missed by authors as well as readers.
green_dreams: (lilacs bright may 25th)
No regrets.

And a warranty.

*flump*

Apr. 29th, 2011 01:51 pm
green_dreams: (call. the. police)
I have arrived! I am in Montreal. Ben is very kindly making lunch (I can notice this properly because he also made coffee). I have internet access.

(Oh dear *god*, I brought down ten books and two bottles of wine. Although at least my luggage is probably going to be much lighter on the way back.)

News.

Mar. 22nd, 2011 10:23 am
green_dreams: (OMG)
I'm an aunt.

Again.
green_dreams: (little red heart)
In future, I will be more careful about when I have nearly half a litre of coffee.

For now, in case I'm not around the keyboard once dawn breaks and sensible people start getting up... Hope your New Year's Eve rocks, and best to you all in 2011.
green_dreams: (cold rows of crosses)
Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you 'grave for me:
Here lies he where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.

- Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894) "Requiem"; changed to reflect my father's recollection

Recovery.

Nov. 27th, 2010 04:30 pm
green_dreams: (serious bunny)
Laptop is still not working after being shut, but have just finished a fresh backup, so am not too worried. Need to walk Piper (and it's cold, and I have a headache I cannot shake, and I don't wanna go outside, and yes I realize all this is not relevant, because I need to walk Piper).

I put a wreath on the front door and got a glass (well, plastic) pane for the front of our porch light. And did laundry.

Kind of hoping the headache is due to Rob Halford opening for Ozzy Ozbourne[1], and not to lack of coffee. Which I have just realized I had Tuesday, and Wednesday, and Thursday evening. So caffeine withdrawal would actually be on schedule right about now, if it was that, although I'm hoping I didn't have enough to restart the cycle...

Dammit.

Ah well. I think I'm going to grab painkillers and find socks. Furbeaste of Beasten, Noble Warriorette and Guardienne of the Backe Yarde, needs her walkies. Maybe see about Christmas gifts when I get back. The shopping is not getting any less urgent.
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[1] Thursday? Thursday was awesome. Heard about a show on the radio when the alarm went off, decided to buy tickets a bit before noon, and went that evening. With earplugs, which I sort of forgot to put in for Rob Halford. Which is okay. (Having them in for Ozzy was a bit disorienting, so I ended up going with just one of them for the encore... And two days later, the bruises from clapping and the raw throat from yelling are gone. And so worth it.)
green_dreams: (November 11)
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders Fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.

- John McCrae
   Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned out backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!--An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime.--
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin,
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs
Bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.


- Wilfred Owen
green_dreams: (Halo Jones)
Recent announcement.

Thank you. That is all.
green_dreams: (OMG)
They are announcing the UV index as 11 today.

They've never done that before--not any day I could have checked a computer in the last eight years at least. (Hell, until this week I'd never even seen it as high as 11.) I mean, the first line of the three-sentence description is "Very rare in Canada."

(The next two are "Take full precautions and avoid the sun between 11 a.m. and 4 p.m. Unprotected skin will be damaged and can burn in minutes.")

Am seriously reconsidering my claim that I will be at the Twisted Stitch tonight. I hate not showing up once I said I would, but this is actually unnerving me a bit.

Heh. Apparently Montfort hospital had a record number of ER visits, and the city's sending nurses out to check on residential buildings three or more stories taller that don't have AC. And they cancelled the RCMP's drill team demonstration today for the sake of the horses, who are getting over the flu.[1]

...I have the vaguest impression I should be looking up Cyberpunk 2020 or something.
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[1] Okay, actually an infection with the weirdly evocative colloquial name of "strangles". But there are flu-like symptoms.

Rightthen.

Jun. 23rd, 2010 02:15 pm
green_dreams: (commit no nuisance)
Yes, that was an earthquake; yes, 5.5 I think; yes, I cannot get my cell working for love blood or money.

Fortunately the coffee-shop free connection's working.
green_dreams: (there will be no miracles)
No, really.
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