raincitygirl: Sarah Orphan Black grin (hewontgo) (Sarah Orphan Black grin)
Happy 150th birthday to Canada! I think my country is looking pretty good for a geriatric.
raincitygirl: (Furiosa Redemption)
So, if I had to choose between the 2 different Wonder Woman posters linked below, what would YOU choose?

Door #1

or Door #2

As you can see, I am preoccupied with important matters this evening.
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Just saw Wonder Woman and it was awesome!!!! Not perfect, but still awesome!!!!

I may have more articulate thoughts at a later date when my brain has calmed down, and not to worry, those will get put behind a spoiler cut.

Apparently it's been in cinemas just under a month and is already the highest grossing movie ever directed by a woman. It stole that crown from Fifty Shades of Grey, which was a TERRIBLE movie. So yay for it doing so well!

P.S. Can anyone let me know where I might be able to find WW icons, please?
raincitygirl: (Jyn Erso (sleeting))
I've been listening to the Harry Connick, Jr. cover of Smile a lot recently. Written originally by Charlie Chaplin as an instrumental piece, lyrics written by some people less famous than Chaplin called Geoffrey Parsons and John Turner (presumably not the same John Turner who was briefly Prime Minister of Canada back when I was in preschool). And it's a great song, don't get me wrong, but when you think hard about it, the lyrics are a little...fucked-up.

Smile, though your heart is aching
Smile, even though it’s breaking
When there are clouds in the sky
you’ll get by
If you smile through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You’ll see the sun come shining through
for you

Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness
Although a tear may be ever so near
That’s the time you must keep on trying
Smile what’s the use of crying
You’ll find that life is still worthwhile
If you’ll just
Smile


But I love the song anyway, so I probably shouldn't put too much thought into it. Otherwise, I'll just end up giving myself a complex. And there are lots of hummable tunes out there with MUCH worse lyrics, after all!

So, what are people up to this fine Saturday evening?
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I am simultaneously going through a Sarah McLachlan rediscovery phase, a Kathleen Battle rediscovery phase, and discovering the music of Harry Connick, Jr. for the first time. McLachlan is sort of folky poppy alternative whatever, Battle is an opera singer, and Connick mostly sings swing and blues tunes from a bygone era. I have no idea how I'm managing this strange trifecta. Usually when I go through a discovery or rediscovery stage in music, I stick with just ONE artist at a time and mainline their stuff until I'm sick of it. Apparently not any more.

Oh, and I've been horribly sick with projectile vomiting. Ick. Feeling much better now, but I felt godawful for a while there, wasted a perfectly good weekend. And today I had to wear my jacket both to and from the office because it was a cold and grey day. It's MID-JUNE!!!!

But today on the way home from work (with my jacket on) I met a gorgeous Rhodesian Ridgeback cross who's only 6 months old, enormous, and projected to get even bigger, according to her owner. They don't know for sure what she is crossed WITH, but evidently the mysterious daddy is on the big side for a canine, along with the Rhodesian Ridgeback mommy. Lovely, friendly, charming puppy. Apparently RRs were initially bred to hunt big cats in Africa, so I guess they sort of have no choice but to be enormous if they want to be of any use at all. However, the only danger I was in from this one was of getting licked to death.

Oh, and I found the most beautiful antique sapphire and seed pearl necklace. It's only approximately the price of my apartment. A mere bagatelle! Sometimes I think I should've been born a Rockefeller. I have expensive tastes and no way to indulge them! Are the Rockefellers still rich, or am I dating myself terribly? I haven't heard of any Rockefellers doing anything noteworthy in my lifetime, so I figure either the trust funds are all drained dry by now or they just lay low.

How are you guys? What are you up to? Hopefully not projectile vomiting. We don't want that getting around.
raincitygirl: close up of the Hulk's face (Hulk (kickair8p))
Read this and wonder at the crazy way some people's minds work.

"I need money. Therefore I will buy a put option, stage a fake terrorist attack on a German soccer team, watch their stock price fall as a result, and make money in the stock market."

This idiot seriously couldn't think of any way of making lots of money that didn't involve MURDERING PEOPLE???????!!!!!! As it happens, none of the players actually died when bombs exploded on their team bus, but one was seriously injured, and the rest are probably fucking traumatized. And it was sheer incompetence by the bomber that nobody died, no other reason. Who THINKS like that?

The idiot terrorist-for-profit got caught, and will presumably go to prison. I hope it's for a very, very long time.
raincitygirl: (Jyn Erso (sleeting))
I think I may need to revise my tastes in non-fiction. My mum asked me what I've been reading lately, and I said, "Well, I just finished Dead Wake, and just started Shake Hands With the Devil." My mum at first thought they were mystery novels, so I explained they were non-fiction, and then she started laughing at me. She said it's hardly surprising I'm depressed, given the books I read.

Dead Wake: The Last Crossing of the Lusitania, by Erik Larson is very good, very thrilling even though I already know the ending (rocks fall, everybody dies).

And Shake Hands With the Devil: The Failure of Humanity in Rwanda by Lieutenant-General Romeo Dallaire (now Senator Dallaire) is starting out very interestingly even though I suspect it will get horrendously depressing later on.

Any good books out there (in English) about the White Rose? I am contemplating ordering the DVD of Sophie Scholl: The Final Days, but worried that it might depress me. Any suggestions, any better movies or books out there, etc?

Oh damn, my mum was right!
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Either tomorrow after work or Thursday after work, I will be getting a new phone, as the Telus loyalty department have offered me a fantabulous deal, and only just in time. The bloody phone only just started getting wonky, but I'm sure it will affect my trade-in credit.

I have already ordered a new Otterbox Defender case from Amazon.ca, as it was about $20 to $25 cheaper there than at any other Canadian supplier. However, I made a terrible discovery today, thanks to a geeky guy at work. You can get "skins" which are basically decals you put on top of your Otterbox, and they are designed to fit over top of your heavy-duty case. You can get Captain America skins, people! I am not made of money, but I'm not made of stone, either.

Sadly, the coolest designs at Zazzle are all for the Otterbox Symmetry case, not the Otterbox Defender. I am a butterfingers. I need the bloody Defender case, as the Symmetry is much more fragile. It just has really fucking cool art.

But the skins available for the Defender are pretty decent. Please tell me, which of these 2 skins do I want decorating my phone? Bearing in mind that I only have 1 phone, and therefore can only pick 1.

1. the classic heroic Cap pose

OR

2. the shield, distressed

Edited to add: and we have 4 votes in favour of the distressed shield, to 0 against. I'm ordering the shield.
raincitygirl: (Furiosa Redemption)
North American folks, please don't forget the clocks go forward TONIGHT!

And I started my period this morning. I'm 40 and have never had the slightest use for my uterus or ovaries, so why do i have periods? And more importantly, how many sleeps until menopause? Don't get me wrong, I hear menopause is horrible, but I know several post-menopausal women who think being post-menopausal is the best thing ever.

I have 2 links to share. First up is Homeopathic A&E by a British comedy duo called Mitchell & Webb. I must investigate Mitchell & Webb further. Um, if you are a big believer in homeopathy, probably DON'T watch the video. I'm not a believer, so I thought it was hilarious rather than offensive.

A really fascinating and well-written article (link stolen from someone on my f-list/dwircle, I don't remember who. If you comment, I'll give you credit) about Farscape in general and Aeryn Sun's feminist journey in particular. And the best part is the interview features a NEW interview with Claudia Black, who played Aeryn. The show ended over a decade ago, so the old interviews with the actors and other creative types have all been picked over long ago. But somehow a reporter convinced Ms. Black to revisit Aeryn.

Apparently Buffy the Vampire Slayer is now 20 years old. Fuck it, I'm suddenly feeling ancient! But then [personal profile] musesfool pointed out that Bucky Barnes turned 100 years old yesterday, and suddenly I feel youthful.
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I hate my insomnia. I woke up around 2 am, and got back to sleep, but then woke up again around 3 am, and couldn't get back to sleep then. Grrrrrr. The alarm is going to go off in 3 minutes, I've been up (but not lively or energetic) for hours, and all I want to do is go back to sleep.

I got to skip-40 on my f-list and dwircle, and then went, "Fuck it," because I have barely glanced at LJ/DW for about 7 weeks, and I don't think I can catch up.

I have John Rutter and the Cambridge Singers' For the Beauty of the Earth stuck in my head, and have for 4 days. As ear worms go, it's very pleasant and soothing, but after 4 days, it's starting to pall. The YouTube video I linked to seems to have been posted by someone who is...intensely Christian. Just ignore the comments below the video and focus on the beautiful music, if that's not your scene.

Where the FUCK am I going to find a diabetic-friendly Easter bunny (or egg) for my godson? The only website I found is based out of Ohio, and charges about the bunny's weight in gold for cross-border shipping. Does Ohio have a lot of diabetics or something? Why Ohio? Inquiring minds want to know.

Justice Robin Camp has resigned from the judiciary, oh happy day, halloo hallay. The judicial council had already ruled that he had to be removed, so it was a last-ditch resignation, probably to save his pension, as opposed to him "doing the decent thing." I am agreeably surprised. I was pretty sure the old boys club would hang together and find a way not to remove him, despite his horrible misconduct and apparent gross lack of knowledge of the actual laws on sexual assault in his own jurisdiction leading to a rapist being acquitted. The judicial council of Canada virtually NEVER recommends that judges be fired, to my knowledge.

Of course, it's like a game of Whack a Mole. Robin Camp is forced to resign in Alberta, but oh look, in Nova Scotia, another judge similar to EX-Justice Camp has popped up. According to Justice Gregory Lenehan, if there's any possibility that a woman who's passed out from drinking MIGHT just possibly have consented to sex prior to losing consciousness, the guy assaulting her can't possibly be convicted. I'm paraphrasing, and possibly hyperbolizing (is that even a word?) but just read the fucking newspaper article, and you'll see that I'm not paraphrasing nearly as much as I wish I were.

I'm sorry, I'm not being very coherent, between the blind rage and the lack of sleep. And now the alarm HAS gone off, so I guess I should get dressed and go to the bloody office. It's fucking fiscal year end (forgive my language, but I love alliteration) on March 31, and March 31 is coming up FAST. I have a hot stone massage booked for April 8. I'll need it by then.
raincitygirl: (Agent Carter)
So, say you wanted to send someone in the UK a very special gift. VERY special, and you know they like good chocolate when they can get it. Would you go with Leonidas or Hotel Chocolat?

Amazon UK has a 500 gram box of Leonidas chocolates for 23.95 plus free delivery. It contains 30 chocolates. Alternately, Hotel Chocolat has a 350 gram box containing 27 chocolates for 22.50 plus 3.95 delivery, so 26.45 for the box. Given that the Hotel Chocolat "sleekster" box only has 3 fewer chocolates in it than the Leonidas "ballotin" box, I'm guessing that there's a lot more packaging weighing down the Leonidas box. Yes, I agree that sleekster and ballotin are pretentious words to describe boxes, but I live with it.

Yes, all the above is in pounds, not Canadian dollars. Yes, it's very fucking expensive, but it's also a very special occasion. Would you go with Leonidas or Hotel Chocolat?
raincitygirl: close up of the Hulk's face (Hulk (kickair8p))
Today is FIRED. Fired, I tell you! Around 10 am I went to get a coffee and it was snowing. It's nearly March. It's Vancouver. It should not be snowing. Fortunately it had all melted by quitting time and the sun was shining, but the fact remains that I had snowflakes in my hair this morning. Mondays generally suck, but this Monday sucked more than usual.
raincitygirl: (Captain America)
I have had a frelling horrendous week. Just one thing after another. And then last night I was going through my f-list/dwircle for the first time in WEEKS, and stumbled across this video post by [personal profile] selenak, which made me all sniffly. It's about the anti-Nazi WhIte Rose non-violent protest movement in Nazi Germany, which ended up with 3 idealistic university students being executed for the high-crime of distributing anti-regime pamphlets. I'm not kiddingor exaggerating. It's not actually a depressing video, just a sad one, if you get the distinction.

Anyway, I am utterly determined that today I will answer the comments people left me weeks ago, because it's Saturday and I have nothing else to do. Well, I have to take a bath, clean the litter box, get groceries (I have very little food in the house) and take the garbage out, but I don't have to go back to work until Monday, so yay me!
raincitygirl: (K2 (sleeting))
Okay, new rule. I am not allowed to spend any more money except on strict essentials until March 10th, 4 weeks from now. I'd say until March 31, but let's set an attainable goal. I have a substance abuse problem: I'm addicted to books! (that's not strictly original. I heard it in some movie or TV show, I forget which, except it was "addicted to shoes," and I modified it to suit my own personal addiction).

I had been doing so WELL, too. Granted, Christmas was expensive, but Christmas is expensive every year.

But I bought a book on Kindle. And then I bought another 5 books on Kindle, all about the English Civil War. It's going to take me forever to get through them all. But they all looked so interesting! I need to go back to getting books out of the library. I was good and willpower-y like that for a while.

Last week, YMW woke me up at about 2 am yowling like a crazy cat and scrabbling at the bedroom window. I looked (rather blearily) outside and saw what appeared at first to be an exceptionally large, fluffy cat. Then I looked again and realized it was a raccoon. Bearing in mind this is an urban neighbourhood, and our urban wildlife aren't particularly fussed about humans. My neighbours above put out crusts for the birds on their balcony ledge, and sometimes the crusts fall onto my patio, which I presume was the attraction.

I hoped a light and human movement in the bedroom window would scare the wretched thing off. Yeah, I know they LOOK cute, but they're still pests. It did not scare the varmint away, and it seemed highly unlikely that YMW would allow me to go back to sleep with her still caterwauling and trying to get out and attack a wild animal twice her size because it was on HER patio. Though I don't know why she's so frelling possessive of it. She's an indoor cat and has never actually set foot on the patio. So I went into the living room, which also overlooks the patio, in hopes light and human movement in another room would scare it off. Didn't work. Also, YMW followed me, continuing to kick up a fuss and scratch at the glass valiantly.

Finally I went into the kitchen, picked up a roll of paper towel and went back to the sliding glass door. The plan was to open the door just a crack so YMW wouldn't get out, then chuck the roll in the raccoon's general direction and hope it ran off. If it worked, great, if it didn't work, I'd have to think of something else. I started to unbolt the door, at which point YMW looked at me, looked back at the raccoon she'd been trying so hard to confront, then turned tail and FLED!!!

The little brat left me on my own to fight the scary monster. Fortunately, the sound of the door unbolting finally spooked the raccoon (or maybe it had finished its snack) and I didn't have to sacrifice any paper towels. I went looking for the turncoat coward, and found her hiding in the cupboard nearest the front door. In other words, as far away as she could get from the raccoon without physically breaking down the door and ending up in the lobby. She is definitely not guard cat material.

I still owe people comments and I promise to get to them this weekend.
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Sorry, I am still very busy and not keeping up at all well with LJ and DW. I owe people replies to their comments, I know, and I'm slowly getting through them. But on the bright side, I am slightly less depressed than I was when I last updated. Yay.

Two reasons to update:

1. It started SNOWING again last Friday morning, and has yet to really stop for more than about 12 hours at a time. SNOWING!!! In Vancouver, of all places.

2. Does anybody have a good recommendation or five for good books about the English Civil War, preferably published at some point in the past 40 years? See, I was obsessed with "The Children of the New Forest" when I was a kid, must've read it so many times the book literally fell apart. And as a child, I also read some history books about the English Civil War belonging to my parents. But they were probably pretty old even when I read them. Then I kind of dropped the subject until just recently, and now there are all these new (or at least published after I was born) books out there, and I don't know which of them are good.
raincitygirl: Sarah Orphan Black grin (hewontgo) (Sarah Orphan Black grin)
Enjoy the Lunar New Year festivities if you celebrate. And even if you don't, drive safely tonight. Remember to watch out for people setting off fireworks and firecrackers.

In other news, I feel like I should DO something for Dine Out Vancouver, but I'm not sure I have the energy to actually organize something. Dine out Vancouver is a special thing that runs in Greater Vancouver from January 20 - February 5 this year. Participating restaurants offer a special 3 course prix fixe menu at a price point of either $20, $30 or $40 per person, depending on the fanciness of the restaurant. Beverages, taxes and tips are extra, but it's still a darn good deal. I've coordinated dinners with friends in previous years and it's always been fun.

At least all the snow has melted. After a solid month of snow and ice, I don't want to see another snowflake ever again. I live in Vancouver for a REASON, people.
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I aten't dead, as Granny Weatherwax would say (damn, I miss Terry Pratchett). It's just been an unfathomably shitty week so I've been avoiding LJ/DW for fear of bringing everybody else's mood down. Also, I owe about five different people comments from my last post, so I really ought to answer those before posting again.

But you have GOT to read this! It's hysterically funny, and even though I am not myself an academic, having been an undergrad exposed me to enough of academic life to think, "It's funny because it's true." Go! Read! What are you waiting for? You'll laugh, I promise. Even if you never went to university.

And now, after one paragraph of levity, I go back to my usual doom and gloom and neurosis.
raincitygirl: (General Leia (aweeghost))
So, I have this friend I've known for a number of years (in meatspace as well as online) who lives in Switzerland at the moment, not far from Zurich and Lucerne. She is looking for a trustworthy house sitter to look after her two cats during the month of July 2017 while she's travelling. I copy paste her exact words:

So if anyone wants a holiday in Switzerland next summer, I'm looking desperately for a housesitter to look after my cats for the month of July - payment to be discussed, but a free apartment 30 minutes from Zurich/30 minutes from Luzern and within a few hours of Italy, France, or Germany can't be discounted :)

If you're interested or know someone who might be interested, let me know in comments or via PM, and I'll put you in touch with her. She's a very reliable person, I assure you, and is currently going anon only because she doesn't want the entire world to know exactly where she lives.

This offer would suit a retired person or someone who gets summers off like a teacher. Or maybe it could suit someone with a different kind of job, too. Theoretically, I could take her up on her offer, as I have enough accumulated vacation time, but several other people at my office put in for vacation this coming July well before Christmas, and we're a small office. Evidently i have to be quicker off the mark in future if I want to take vacation at peak vacation time.
raincitygirl: (Jyn Erso (sleeting))
My first day back at work after the New Year long weekend SUCKED. But enough about that, let's talk about icons. I may have mentioned (or possibly complained about) my inability to find any Rogue One icons on Livejournal. So I looked on Dreamwidth instead, and found these. Aren't they lovely?
raincitygirl: (Agent Carter)
I was sitting on the sofa reading a book about an hour ago. The sofa is in the living room. The cat was also in the living room. All of a sudden, with no warning, there was a horrendous sounding crashing noise from the bedroom. Young Miss Weaver (the traitor) disappeared under the sofa. I grabbed my phone and peered into the bedroom very tentatively, half-expecting that either a burglar or a tree had come through the bedroom window. Nope. One of the folding doors on the bedroom closet had come off its hinges and gone crashing to the floor, and had gouged scratches in the painted finish of the remaining folding door as it went.

I suppose it could've been worse, but not a single soul, either human or animal, was in that room when the door went, and the window wasn't open, so I can't blame a gust of wind. Do I have a poltergeist? Of course, the rational explanation is that the hinges had, unbeknownst to me, been quietly failing for weeks or months, and they finally gave out altogether an hour ago. But I prefer the idea of a poltergeist. It's much more dramatic.

In other news, I am unable to find any Rogue One icons on Livejournal. Lots on Tumblr, but Tumblr icons are a different size. Tomorrow I will look on Dreamwidth. Assuming I still have an apartment, that is, and that the roof doesn't cave in on me in the night. If I never post again, you'll know why. Um, this sort of attitude could be why my Grade 1 teacher told my mother I was "dramatic".

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