the subtle nuances of the running man

Watched The Running Man last night. Like a fine wine, it just gets better with age. I noticed some things this viewing, things that had always gone over my head or I’ve just forgotten. It wasn’t until halfway through the movie when I’m like ‘hey that’s Jesse the body Ventura’. Jeremy had no idea (he is NOT a wrestling person, unfortunately). Another 15 minutes go by and I say ‘hey isn’t he the Governor of something?’. This time Jeremy filled me in. Minnesota. Tho I googled it and now it’s some other guy. But this other dud wasn’t in the Running Man so I won’t even bother to mention his name tho it would have been easier than writing this explanation. On with the movie. So it gets to the bit where Captain Freedom is ‘killing Ben Richards’ and it struck me. Arnold is the Governor of California. Huh. I wonder is these two ever met at some high society do and were talking politics and being polite and all that. I wonder, I wonder, if either or both of them had that scene flash into their heads. I’d like to think so. I’d also like to think that if I ever ran into the two of them for some reason, they would act out that scene and let me take pictures. Not because it’s a great scene, but because of who they are.

That is the major revelation I had last night, and some or all of you may have figured this out long ago so humour me. If not, revel in my thought processes. Behold them in their random glory. On that note I’d like to point out that one of my many talents is recognizing actors. Not by name or anything, but often I’ll be watching a movie and a person will walk by in the background and I can be like ‘hey that chick was the waitress in that one scene in -movie name here-’. Really I’m quite good. I noticed one of those in Running Man. Sven in Running Man is LaFours in Mallrats. Check it out man. And his name really is Sven. If I know Kevin Smith and, I think I do, that was probably the point of LaFours. Again, this may be common knowledge. Just not for me.



This concludes the subtle nuances of The Running Man. So there are two I guess. But they’re pretty good ones, I think.

25 & 25000

We did it! We did it!! Ah Dora now that song is in my head. Anyhoo I want to thank EVERYONE who stopped by and helped me reach 25000 hits by the time I hit 25 years. I really really appreciate it. Especially these three who pretty much sent you all over here: Os , Tish and my Special K . Mwah, mwah and mwah. I had a fabulous weekend and received many thoughtful gifts on top of my goal being reached. I’ll tell you all about them as the week goes on, certain ones need their own post. Trust me.

Well this spoiled gal must get back to work, again thanks to everyone on the internet and in the outernet for making it a special birthday. It totally makes up for that time no one came to my birthday party. I won’t go into detail but it was grade 5, planned it myself, right down to goodie bags and decorations I paid for out of my own pocket!! And nobody showed up. Umm, okay so maybe I went into a little detail. Whatever, the memory has been wiped clean by my great and special birthday and reaching a quarter of a century of life. Or something like that.

spoiled

I do declara. Hee har. Yesterday and today I have been utterly spoiled. I got flowers and a package arrived from my mum that had tons o presents, a cake and helium balloon that popped out as soon as I opened it. All in a yellow theme. I waited until Jeremy got home to open the presents and he lit the candles on the cake and sang happy birthday, This was quite a feat as Jeremy is very traditional about certain things. Birthdays being one of them. He was APPALLED that I would open the presents before my actual day of birth. Well hey if I hadn’t opened the box I would have had a ruined cake on Sunday. So there.

Today I get a cake after lunch here at work and later on drinks with some lovely ladies, i.e. Maria and Connie et al.

It’s turning into a luverly birthday weekend, too bad I won’t be able to post on the actual day. If you’d like to get me something you can get as many people as possible to hit my site by the end of Sunday. You see I'm about 220 hits away from 25000 visitors. I would ADORE hitting the big 25000 by the big 25th birthday. Too cute I know but once the notion entered my brain it blossomed into a tumour of excitement and hope. So poetic.


Oh one more cake pic at grinchala. It’s of Jeremy.

my voice

I think I have a nasalesque voice. It’s true. Whenever I listen to recordings of myself I just cringe. I sound soooo much better in my head. But whatever, live with it, right? Well it occurred to me that my love for certain comedic females might stem from an unconscious nasal sisterhood. No really. Last night there was this special on TV of Kathy Griffin doing stand up. So funny, I nearly died. Jeremy said he finds her annoying but she is funny. I thought about it and realized that I also love Fran Drescher and Megan Mullally, and other people have indicated that they found them annoying. And I mean I lurve these guys. I have Fran Drescher’s autobiography and more Megan Mullally songs on my computer than I can count. I recently ordered her Big as a Berry CD. I’m sure I have many different reasons for loving these gals but I think, on some subconscious level, it’s the voices and my personal dislike of my own voice. If I can love them and their less than dulcet tones then I’m not as bad as I thought. Well I’ll let you all have a listen and decide for yourself. I made this on my phone just so I could have a listen, and later decided to share it so I may be more nasal than usual. And I really hate to shatter the image some of you may have of me with a breathy, sexy voice (admit it) so if that’s you, don’t click here - the voice of clara.

fandom

So last night Jeremy treated himself to Thundercats, Season 1 Vol. 1. The joy this boy was feeling last night was highly amusing. We had a short debate over the robear berbils. I remembered googling the term and having no luck until I tried simply ‘berbils’. I suggested that he was mistaken about the name. Yikes. The outrage! We had to watch the episode with them so I could be proven wrong. It was titled ‘Berbils’ so I thought I might be right but they chanted robear berbils 10 times at one point and Jeremy looked increasingly smug each time. I was then told never to doubt his Thundercats knowledge. Don’t worry I won’t sweetie. I googled it again and of course there are hundreds of pages on robear berbils. Sigh. There was a featurette on the DVD where fans talk about their Thundercats memories and one notable fan on there is Will Wheaton. Upon watching his commentary we discovered that he is Jeremy’s soulmate. He made quite a stirring speech on how Tygra was his favourite and whenever Liono got into trouble you’d hear that Bolo whip and know help was on the way. Jer nearly swooned. I did gather the courage to disagree with him on one point, that Thundercats does NOT have the best animation style ever. My anime tastes run toward the likes of Ayashi no Ceres, Rurouni Kenshin, Inu Yasha, Onegai Teacher, Scrapped Princess, Ah! My Goddess and X. In fact these are my favourites. I lurve them. I want to take every t-shirt, lunch box, plush figure, action figure, wall scroll whatever and roll around naked in them.....ah.....ooohh.....

I forget what my point was, I got caught up in reminiscing about the wonderful times I had watching these anime series. In most cases I sat there and watched the entire series back to back. With Ayashi no Ceres it was done the night I was supposed to be packing to move into the apartment I live in now. Ah, good times. My new goal in life is to have these all on DVD. Someday…someday!!!!

well now we’ve gone and done it…

Sigh. Prime Minister Stephen Harper. Shudder. It’s happened. I went out last night and voted for the first time EVER! I had to wander around for a bit before I found my way into my polling station but from that point on the whole process took under a minute. It was shorter than my biopsy but no less scary. Jer and I stayed up for a while, watching the results come in. we flipped between several stations because the numbers were different as was the tone of the broadcast. On Global News they announced Stephan Harper as Prime Minister at 9:31. We both had little heart attacks.




pic via stephen harper & spongebob squarepants



These fellow bloggers all had something to say about the election and/or their voting experience:

Binsk, Maria, Anthony, Ice Queen & Jamie

I can’t say I’m surprised with the results, we knew this was coming. James had a great voting strategy I may just follow next year, plus he put it all into perspective for me, so I feel a little better.

“However, with the Conservatives sliding in on a slim margin of victory, the Liberals will have time to clean up their act and mount their next election campaign (get rid of Martin and any other links to corruption). And even better, it will give the Conservatives just enough time to show their true colours and start to screw up this country again. Thankfully the Liberals will then throw them out of office on a new vote of non-confidence before they can cause any long-term detrimental damage to Canada (via jamestillberg.com).”

a luverly weekend in the snow

Well my weekend winter frolics were delightful. I went snowshoeing twice and am rather hooked. It’s quite a workout! Buns, thighs, legs and arms were aching but the outdoor hot tub took care of my muscles nicely. Mmmm, hot tub. Anyway my father, who can be quite insane at times, headed up the snowshoeing. The first trip had us trekking across a semi-frozen lake to an island. I’ve never been so terrified in my life. The top of the lake was slush and I heard some suspicious creaks and moans that had me wondering if I’d make it across. The next time we went out I had to navigate some vertical slopes and dense trees. It seemed like every time we came off a trial we saw a no trespassing sign behind us. Oopsie. I’m just glad that no one shot at us. The thought crossed my mind. The scenery was gorgeous as you can see. I recommend it for anyone who is able; I find it necessary to have at least one weekend where you really get to enjoy winter. Makes those months trudging through slush that much more bearable.

gone fishin...

For aliens.

Well not really but you get the general idea. Be back Monday, try to pull yoursleves together.

medea

Last night a Law & Order SVU was on where this girl had given birth secretly and thrown her baby in the trash. There were many references to ‘unnatural’ and ‘monster’ that reminded me of a something I learned in university. Yes I retained some knowledge. I told Jeremy and the gist of it was how society will view a mother killing a child as far more ghastly than another murder. Even a father or sibling doing the deed. Jeremy countered that legally a father would be charged with murder while a mother could get probation arguing postpartum depression. So legally and socially the views differ. Unless Jeremy pulled that information out of his ass. I found this interesting. I went on to tell him about a play I read while at the University of Guelph. It was written by a student (of the Prof I had for this class, I think it was playwright-script something or other). It’s called No More Medea and was written by Deborah Porter. I liked this play quite a bit because I’ve always felt that Medea got a bit of a bad rap. Well more so that Jason got off way too lightly. Bastard. Anyway the play has Medea meeting the Virgin Mary in the afterlife they discuss some interesting stuff. Apparently the play was inspired by an event that occurred in the city while she was attending Guelph. I couldn’t find anything online about it (boy, people are going to have some disturbing searches leading to their blogs) but I can relate the story as told by my Prof:

Some kids were playing in a parking lot behind an apartment building and they found this old suitcase piled by the dumpster. Inside they found the mummified remains of a child. After investigation it was discovered that a little old lady had passed away in the apartment building and, having no family, her belongings where simply thrown out. The building super said that the suitcase was under the bed and piled under newspapers and other household things. This woman had given birth in secret, killed her child, placed it in a suitcase and stored it under her bed. The woman slept over the corpse of her child for 50 years. Monster, insane, the most unnatural perversion? What thoughts must have been running through her head as she put her child in a case p? Or did she just forget about it after the first 20 years. I don’t think that’s possible but how will we ever know. I wonder if anyone ever suspected anything.

Now I'm not a mother and I can’t offer that perspective so I’m interested to know what you think - women, men, childless or childfull. Is it more heinous, just as awful or less so when a mother kills her infant, as opposed to the tragedy occurring by another’s hand? Heavy stuff I know but how I think society perceives it may not be the case. Perception, perception it’s all about perception.

inconclusive

Well the little bit of Milo they nabbed wasn’t good for anything, so I have to do it again. I can’t really talk now, he’s rather upset. He’d just gotten used to the loss. ‘Unsatisfactory sample' my ass.

Poor mite.

If you need cheering up, like Milo and I do, go over to Binsk’s and check out George Carlin’s new rules for 2006.

I peed a little.

THAT funny.

i will truly kill the bastard...

Once when working at my parents chocolate store I had a woman come in demanding her order. She said someone called her and told her it was ready to pick up. After harassing everyone for twenty minutes as we tried to figure out what had happened, the woman realized that she had placed her order with a DIFFERENT store altogether. She was so embarrassed and I must say I felt mighty vindicated when the truth came out. Something very similar just happened and again I have to confess to an extreme satisfaction in having someone eat their words after abusing us for a good portion of the day. Sigh, should I feel bad? I really really don’t.

Bastards.

mary, queen of THE WORLD?!??

I saw this book when in St. Catharines, spending all my money at the book depots big Boxing Day bash. I should have bought it. At least I took a picture of it.
’How the Scots invented the modern world and everything in it’. Doesn't sound plausible? Well maybe you need to discern the difference between the Scots stereotype and reality

It’s a theory I’ve never heard but it‘s one I can get behind. Just look at all those Scottish inventions.

Sure the book has well researched arguments and historical examples but I’m really not interested in that. I’m interested in a burly Scottish overlord. Growr. Well thinking of the Scots as a world power only gets me to thinking about them in charge today, specifically of me.









Hey you can’t read books with covers like this and not get some ideas:

Oh Lachlan...

Maybe I could be a concubine. Sure it sounds demeaning to women but laying around all day, being attended by servants and occasionally getting up to go be serviced….how perfect is that? As long as I had a ton of books and my playstation....

hnt - you decide

I can’t tell if this is a ‘help let me out’ picture or a ‘thank goodness we’ve caged the wild beast’ picture. Both apply to Jeremy. He’s special.

Maybe it's a 'i'm coming to get you' picture. That works too. So complex. I stagger myself.

Happy Half Nekkid Thursday everyone! If you’ve never played before, you can check it out here -

clara's special

Do you ever say something and just wonder how the hell that came out of your mouth? Like how does something that inane actually make it past those brain checkpoints called common sense and basic social skills? In my case it’s mostly odd sounds. I just did it. Just now. I was writing about something completely different but I shelved it because I was so taken aback at the peculiar sounds spewing forth from my pie hole. Seriously, I’m a weird gal. Not kooky, in a fun loving beach movie kind of way. Just weird. Ah well. I have fun here. In my world.

You should sign up.

demotivation

motivator

I hope my lack of motivation isn’t showing up here. It’s hard to get back into the swing of things after a blogging hiatus and seeing my mighty hit counter more than halved is quite a blow. Boo. But the only way to get people to keep reading is to keep writing. And that my friends is what I like to do best.

Still, I feel sooo lazy. All I want to do is go home and play Final Fantasy. Maybe eat some pizza. I think I’m having a hard time getting back into the swing of things since Christmas vacation. I’m still sleeping in until 10 on the weekend. Of course staying up late and playing videogames probably has something to do with that. On the plus side I’m watching much less television.

I’m constantly plotting ways that I can retire early. The lottery seems to be my best bet. I know what I’d buy first, where I’d travel to etc. I don’t actually buy lottery tickets but I’d like to think I’ll somehow win.

I love my job, I do, tho I can’t help but think how lovely it would be not to have to go to work and do stuff. Stuff sucks. I’d have to do something with my time, I’d go nuts otherwise. Maybe charity work. Or inventing stuff. Ooh I’d give grants to people for assorted things and finance archaeological digs. Of course I’d want to go along. I’d need my own helicopter. And an entourage. Naturally.

we’re famous!!!

Was checking our zen wizard and a little tibbit jumped out at me that I had missed when perusing Osbasso's:

Speaking of HNT, there was an article printed in the Nov.18-Dec. 1, 2005 issue of Business & Economy magazine, “India’s Most Influential Business and Economy Magazine“, about HNT.”


Don’t you want to jump on the bandwagon now? Cmon whip it out!

Your camera.

Pervs.

hnf (?) - c'mon i have a good excuse

All went well yesterday. For any of you who have a needle biopsy coming up and are nervous – don’t be. I was in and out of there in half an hour. The needle was in for less than a minute and it didn’t hurt, I just felt a weird pressure in my neck. I even swallowed when the needle was in and it didn’t hurt (tho I was warned not to, but c’mon how can I help it when I’m laying on my back with my head tilted way back PLUS I’m nervous!!??!). Afterwards Jeremy took me out to Toby’s for burgers (99 cent burger yo) and I got one slathered in sour cream. I also got a pint and Jeremy looked at me oddly asking if it wasn’t a little early for alcohol. I told him a) it’s beer and it’s after 12 and b) I’d just been biopsied so I could have a tequila shooter if I was so inclined and that would be perfectly acceptable. He then called me his ‘little cancer patient’ and patted me on the head. Well we won’t know the answer to the malignant/benign question until the 17th (hopefully) but according to the facts I posted yesterday, there really isn’t anything to worry about. Now I am feeling tender in the neck area but just fine a few inches below that so I’ll share that with you on this rain day for half nekkid Thursday. The nightgown was an early bday present from my eldest sister. It is one of two actually but Jeremy has commandeered the other one (a long sleeved fleece that goes to the knees) reminding me that Ebenezer Scrooge wore a nightshirt. That’s fine sweetie, this one is clearly flattering to the girls.

Especially when I pose just so…

reasons not to worry..

I won't be posting tomorrow, I've got my needle biopsy for my dear Milo. I posted twice today so I figure I'm covered. Tho I'll be missing the first HNT of the new year!!! DAMN! Well I'll just do one on Friday. Anyhoo here are some soothing facts from our fine friends over at endocrineweb.com:

• One in 12 to 15 young women has a thyroid nodule
• One in 40 young men has a thyroid nodule
• More than 95 percent of all thyroid nodules are benign (non-cancerous growths)
• Some are actually cysts which are filled with fluid rather than thyroid tissue
• Most people will develop a thyroid nodule by the time they are 50 years old
• The incidence of thyroid nodules increases with age
  o 50% of 50 year olds will have at least one thyroid nodule
  o 60% of 60 year olds will have at least one thyroid nodule
  o 70% of 70 year olds will have at least one thyroid nodule

jernese puppy

While at the pseudo in laws Christmas we got to spend time with a Bernese Mountain Dog (it was being dog sat). This thing is HUGE!! It sounds like a horse when tromping through the house and it takes more than one person to shove it out of your way. She took madly to Jeremy, following him everywhere, including yes, our room. And by room I mean cordoned off section of the house with a lovely inflatable mattress. I was awoken more than once by a sturdy lick to the top of my head. Ah doggies. Here’s the gigantor pup with Jeremy hiding in the covers.

Jer had to walk her one night and though I didn’t get to witness the antics (to my eternal regret) the description of said walk has left me with a lovely mental image of something resembling parasailing, with the dog as the boat.

Jeremy would be the sail.

Heh.

back in the saddle

I tell ya it was quite nice to take a break from blogging, tho I am glad to be back at the computer. I had to resort to yelling my thoughts and observances to passers by. Not really. Well maybe a little. I won’t go into a point by point of my Christmas vacation but I may share pics throughout the week. Let\s just say it was a fabulous and much needed break. Quality family time and some goodies. Jeremy bought me a Playstation 2. The tiny slim sleek one. So my life will now alter completely to include gaming time. Right now that means Final Fantasy time. Oh Spira, how I missed you.

Moving on….it’s a new year with new possibilities and hopefully it will take until February to feel just like the old one. I've got a fun filled January to start 2006. My biopsy is this week, then I've taking more time off (just 2 days relax) to hang with my family in some cabin somewhere. Hopefully Narnia. Obviously I've watched the movie recently and Turkish Delight and talking animals are more than enough to make me wish I had my own magic wardrobe. I already checked my closet. No dice. Or portals.


I’ll leave you with the ever excitable Jeremy trying out his snowshoes for the first time in the dismal offering of snow my family’s farm had to offer. You’ve never heard such giggling.

While walking to work today I saw the memorial for the slain Jane Creba. I’ll be walking by it twice a day for however long it stands and tho I knew not the girl I shall leave her something. Some posies and a poem perhaps. Senseless senseless.