Tuesday, December 20, 2005

finished (as in a- my semester and b- the state of my being)

It is freaking cold in our apartment....for various reasons...some acceptable, some I bitch about...whatever...

anyway, so, any given evening, you can catch me in full body longjohns....and that's what I usually sleep in...

the type with the trap door

Last night I finished my paper, which means I finished everything I needed in order to end this semester...



so, I ran up to the university last night to hand in my paper way before the 9 AM deadline today. 'Cept everything was closed.

On the way home, paper still in my hand, I stopped by the liquorstore and bought a bottle of wine.

BF wasn't feeling well, so he was taking a nap when I got back, so I settled in by pouring a glass and playing WoW.

I got drunk and sobered up by the time he awoke. We played for a little while together then I went to bed to get an early start so I could run up to the uni before work.

couldn't sleep...couldn't sleep...couldn't sleep...woke up early...

so, I'm tired, right? But I was too elated to feel it.

trained it to the uni and when I got there it was quiet...no one about. Not a peep.

so...I debated over: a- shoving my assignment in the slot in the main office door...which would entail a plastic envelope full of stuff and three books I used as references...then imagined someone tripping over the old worn out grammars I used...

or b- hanging my assignment (with all accessories) on the doorknob of her office because I already had it in a plastic bag in case that was my best option...

forward thinking

I picked b...and got back on the train towards downtown so I could go to work. Along the way I imagined every scenario that could possibly prevent the connection between my prof and the assignment hanging on her door....up to and including the thought that since 9/11, maybe strange packages hanging on doors are disposed of by a bomb squad in a foamy mess.

I was tired.

But...I emailed her and she emailed me back saying she got it and to have a good holiday. Thank god. Crisis averted. And now I'm free...and I feel grrreat!

oh...yeah...but I forgot to mention that last night I had a dream that I was sitting in class and for some reason said prof asked me to write something on the board but I refused because I looked down and realized I was wearing my longjohns with the trap door...

hahaha...what a typical 'school dream'...

Friday, December 16, 2005

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

these days

ray patin
Originally uploaded by himbly.
I found this guy's blog and started clicking on links. It's like a goldmine of animators and illustrators and they are all incredible.

How I wish I could draw.

Anyway...since all I can think about right now is myself, this'll be another post about me.

I wrote an exam this morning and was kinda confident about most of it, though it was hard but when I came out and started talking to some people from my class...well...I think I got one wrong.


Because if you know you got one wrong...how many don't you know you got wrong?

But...anyway...I went for lunch with bf and then came home and slept for 2 hours because I'm exhausted and my prof also said that we could have until the 19th to hand in our 15 pg paper.

I almost leapt up and kissed her right on the lips.

Then I thought I dreamt it, so I had to ask around after the exam. Then I had no pants on. And, like, I was in the social science building but it looked like my elementary school.

So...in just a few more days I can stop waking up with fear gripping my belly over what I have to accomplish that day for my life not to suck.

That's gonna be sweet.

Sunday, December 11, 2005


I just think that butterfly nets are the funniest accessory out there...

that doesn't really look like Chris at all.

but this is SO TOTALLY what I'm wearing right now.

Saturday, December 10, 2005

going mental

good laugh
Originally uploaded by himbly.
7 days left

1 - final exam
1 - take home final
1 - 15pg paper

...to go...



anyway...I live above a restaurant, right? So, they've taken to playing Xmas music.

I hate Xmas music.

I'm not a Scrooge...I don't hate Xmas or anything...it's okay.

But I can't STAND Xmas music and I especially can't stand those little toys that you press an effing button and then it plays a cute little christmas carrol as if the dog, snowman, santa, elf, construction worker, police man, leather guy, native indian, or sailor is singing it themselves and they've got one of those in the mailroom at work and me and one of the women who work there are going to sneak in there and bash it into smithereens with a 3-hole punch if they continue to play it and laugh as though it was the fucking cutest thing they've ever seen since the birth of their hare-lipped, club footed, bow legged, bowl hair cutted grandchildren.


Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Sunday, December 04, 2005

blog stats

stuart mclean
Originally uploaded by himbly.
someone got to my blog by googling the words:

hate "stuart mclean" voice


well, i certainly don't hate stuart mclean's voice, and if you're familiar with stuart mclean and the vinyl cafe then check out his blog. Bet you can't read it without hearing his voice.

it's better that way.

i'm gonna try that technique on my text books.

an ode to tea

peppermint tea
Originally uploaded by himbly.
you google peppermint tea, and you get that picture. I probably shoulda used one without the 'for promotional use only' tag...but I think I like it more that way

it's a no caps kinda day

i've got two papers, a take home exam and a regular ol' final exam within the next two weeks.

yesterday was a very demanding day and i think i stressed so terribly that i've probably slept about a whole half day since...not to mention eat 2/3rds of the house.

and now i've got a headache and i feel nauseous.

this peppermint tea in front of me is saving my life.

i'm trying so hard to work but i keep flitting from one assingment to another so that the total work i've managed to get done equals bupkis.

i just watched arrested development for the first time and a/ it's totally funny and b/ the david cross character (who is hillarious, btw) is an ex-psycholinguist from MIT that is super weird and flakey and I thought, 'jesus...when it comes to making fun of people, are linguists up for grabs, too?'

two of my fave profs: one's a psycholinguist and the other is straight outta MIT, yo.

i went to go see the grad advisor for our department the other day. i can't stop going over the potential stupid things i said during our meeting. i fixate on my stupidity and akwardness, like, lots...i'm gonna make someone a great grad student one day. when i went to visit him, i guess i expected (don't know why) him to give me a run down of all the programs i could get into with a BA in linguistics, but all we talked about were MAs in linguistics. easy now. i gots to do more research but i know i would love to do a masters in linguistics.


that's gonna get me nowhere

besides, it's been so long. he asked what discipline i'd like to get involved in...uh. dunno. syntax is nice. i like phonetics.

dork <---- me

Thursday, December 01, 2005

GQ Man of the Year

GQ Man of the Year
Originally uploaded by himbly.
Now, really...I don't give a rat's ass about GQ or its Man of the Year.

But I'm so sick of Jennifer Aniston and everyone's bullshit pity and happiness over watching her 'get back on her feet'.

I'm not going to go into the Brad, Angelina and Jennifer thing here. Gawd. Go to any supermarket and all the research is right in front of you.

And after you read all that...we still have no idea what really happened. Who cares? Its between them.

But what exactly is important if you're to be a GQ Man of the Year? When your partners in that prize are Vince Vaughn and 50 cent, probably not much...but what I would like to bring up is that JA is the first female 'Man' of the Year because she "exhibited a lot of poise, unbelievable amount of grace and good humor this year."

So...because she didn't pull a Medea on us that she's deserving of the 'Man' of the Year award?

"Heck, Jenny-poo...the way you handled that whole marriage thing...that was mighty manly of ya..."

and a hearty slap on the back

I understand that the media must be a total bitch to deal with...really, I do. But, after the wound healed a bit (and after public interest into how she was doing grew), who released her story in an exclusive to Vanity Fair that flew off the shelves?

They had a harder time keeping the contents of that interview secret than they did a couple of months previous revealing who Deep Throat was.

Now...another point. What the eff is she doing on the cover accepting the honour of "Man of the Year" with her shirt off like she's in a Maxim spread? Take your shirt of for photoshoots, by all means...but don't you think it's a little tacky when the other Men of the Year get to keep their shirts on?

pfft...Man of the Year. She gets it by keeping her cool when her husband leaves her. Irony is that Angelina Jolie was only recognized by the effing UN for all the goodwill work she's done.

She gets called a 'homewrecker'.



With the advent of cell phones that can take pics (of which I still am stubbornly refusing to buy) come great ideas for websites...like this.

I think they'll allow non-nyc content.

Anyway, next time you get harrassed by someone on the street, quietly snap a photo of the creep and post it. They deserve to at least have some small part of fame for it.

But be careful...remember, you can't really predict what a complete asshole will do.

Tuesday, November 29, 2005



...a way to find new artists I might like without having to actually tell someone I don't trust their abilities to guide me...

no offense

I just don't trust you and don't want to put in the effort to prove you wrong

Saturday, November 26, 2005

Extra! Extra! Zombies own LARPers!

LARP vs Zombie
Originally uploaded by himbly.
Doin' homework, I accidentally came across these.

From what I can understand these people (call them Team Dork) would LARP in this park every Sunday (I don't even know where) and these other people (call them Team Bubble-burster) decided it would be great fun to dress up as zombies and break up their LARPing nerdness.

Pretty funny.

Team Dork were apparently hangin' out doing their LARPy thing when Team Bubble-burster...well...burst on the scene and gave them a jawful of zombie revenge.

Then, if I'm reading it right, they took out a drum circle.

I love anyone who takes out a drum circle.

Dirty hippies with their stupid lack of rhythm.

Check out the pictures.

an insight into Himbly's current state

Originally uploaded by himbly.
Remember that guy?

If you don't, this will serve the purpose of a/ reminding you, and b/ describing my thoughts and feelings at this moment.

Wednesday, November 23, 2005


Originally uploaded by himbly.
I think I've just seen the best thing I've ever seen in my life and the life of my mother and my grandmother.

In three generations of the maternal side of my family, none of us have seen anything better than this.

I swear it.

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

more better

I was telling eeners this today:

The other day in class, I used the word "polite-er".

I was all like (to myself), "Hey, good answer. Wait. Did I just say 'polite-er'? Damn."

Actually, it wasn't even a good answer.

Sunday, November 20, 2005

It's totally right about Little Red Corvette

You Scored 60% Correct

You are a solid child of the 80s

You'd never confuse Tiffany from Debbie

And while you may not know Prince's first #1 hit

You know every word to Little Red Corvette

oh great. I'll just eat Kraft Dinner...

You Should Get a PhD in Liberal Arts (like political science, literature, or philosophy)

You're a great thinker and a true philosopher.
You'd make a talented professor or writer.

not entirely true...

You are Agnostic

You're not sure if God exists, and you don't care.
For you, there's no true way to figure out the divine.
You rather focus on what you can control - your own life.
And you tend to resent when others "sell" religion to you.

musings while driving today

Originally uploaded by himbly.
I got into the car and turned on the radio just in time to hear The Vinyl Cafe, and I smilled and thought, 'alllll right!' when I heard Stuart McLean's voice.

I love getting into the car when my fave radio shows are on.

However, Stuart McLean's voice was saying goodbye until next week. So I was all, 'bummer'.

And then, after the news, they introduced Wiretap. That is totally even better than the Vinyl Cafe, so I ended up driving past Safeway and into some residential area just so I could listen to it.

I laughed myself stupid. I recommend it (the show...and laughing yourself stupid).


When I don't feel like listening to what's on CBC at that moment, i surf other radio stations. WTF? Why does almost every other radio station in Calgary suck? There is NOTHING good to listen to...'cept CJSW and sometimes they're stinky, too.


Was thinking about my typology class and how I found a language atlas at a bookstore yesterday. Typology is a type of linguistics where you look at features in a language and compare them with the other languages in the world. You find that of all the possibilities, really most languages fall within only a few of them.

Anyway...I won't get into it.

The guy who started it was named Greenberg who wrote this paper in 1966 that turned the linguistic world on its ear! *echo*

In it he wrote 45 'universals', which is to say he studied a bunch of languages, compared them and found out 45 things that always or usually happen. And they're written like this:

Universal #5: If a language has dominant SOV word order and the genitive follows the governing noun, then the adjective likewise follows the noun.

(Which just means that if the word order of a language (like Japanese) is subject, object, verb and if you use a possessive phrase (John's car) the possessing thing (John) is after the noun in possesses (car John's) then an adjective (black car) will also follow the noun it's modifying (car black). If you care.)

This is an awful long setup for a stupid joke that made me laugh in the car...but Rush was on one of the stations.

Himbly's universal #1: If a person's genetic code (for gender) is XX and if their country of origin is Canada then, with greater than chance frequency, that person will dislike Rush.


Good lord. I got nothing these days.

Friday, November 18, 2005

yeah, 'cept I'm not taking phonetics this semester...

Originally uploaded by himbly.
I still can't sleep.

I'm not even tired. I go to bed late, wake up early, and aside from an unpleasant and tired hour or two in the morning, I'm okay.

I finished my paper and handed it in.

But...when we handed it in she told us if we wanted it back until Monday, it was fine with her.

I turned the offer down. I didn't want to look at it again.

But now I'm wanting to read it over (it's still on my computer) but I'm scared that I'm going to decide everything's wrong and I need to redo the whole thing.

"...and my inner voice is saying, "Don't go."..."
--aww..heck. I'm trying to quote Best In Show but I don't remember how it goes.

Anyway...I'm listening to my inner 'fraidy-cat voice 'cause I was quite chuffed with myself earlier when I thought I at least knew what I was writing about in this last paper. Now that I've had time to think about it, my inner critic voice is yelling, "Fool! You don't know the first thing about ergativity in Kalaallisut!"

But, right now, I wouldn't trade this for anything.

I am so happy right now to be going back to school and studying stuff I care about.

The problem with linguistics is that you fall in love with every language you research. I've been working on Kalaallisut since September now, I've looked at its word order, morphology, how it modifies its nouns and where it puts its possessors. I've tried to prove that it's ergative (or not in a small group of nouns), that it's polysynthetic, and that it's highly fusional. Oh, and certainly not least, I've researched its speakers...where they live, how, how many, how commited they are to keeping Kalaallisut alive (real committed, btw)...

And I know almost nothing about this language. Seriously.

There's so much.

I don't know how the writers of grammars do it, frankly. The guy that wrote mine had to spend...I don't even know how long in West Greenland recording data. Then he comes home (or stays there...I don't know) and writes a book based on his findings.

I don't think I've ever read so many sentences about ptarmigan, sled dogs and polar bears in all my life.

Oh...and did you know that the Kalaallisut word for 'polar bear' is nanuq? Oh...and that Kalaallisut is a very close relative to Canadian Inuit dialects?

[q] is phonetic for a voiceless uvular stop. In other words...if you make a k sound, you feel the back of your tongue touching the back of your palate..the soft part...the velum? Your uvula is the dinger donger in the back of your throat. Now, try to get the back of your tongue to touch that and try the k sound again. If you can do it, you make a [q].

(I still remember the day we learned this in phonetics..all of us trying to make the [q] sound with our prof excitedly yelling, 'Further back! Further back! You! (pointing) Try it! Further back!')

So...since English speakers don't make that sound, we use [k] to replace it. So, when people say Nanuk of the North...it actually means polar bear.

Neat, huh?

Anyway...to all those that think linguistics is easy, I say this:

Up your nose with a rubber hose.

And since this is my blog and I've been reading a lot of bloggers lately saying, "this is my blog, I'll write what I want"...Ima write what I want.

'cause that's just how this bi-atch rolls.

And what I want is to write this (so prolly best to skip it):

I've never worked with a language like this before. There is so much morphology (prefixes, suffixes, infixes) going on and I used to hate studying morphology...so it totally effed me up at first. But now, g-damn if I don't think that it's the coolest thing ever that you can incorporate a verb into your noun and keep going.

That means a whole sentence ~can~ be said in one word. Not always, but it can be done without it being weird to anyone speaking or listening.

Isn't that cool?

Like you can say the word "aqissirniarput" and it means "They are hunting ptarmigan"
(told ya so about the ptarmigan and stuff)
because it's actually one noun with two suffixes: aqissir-niar-put (ptarmigan-hunt-3rd person plural). A suffix just like in English when we say accomplish-ment-s (accomplish (verb) - ment (makes it a noun) - s (plural)). 'Cept, instead of the middle affix meaning 'make a noun/verb' it is a verb.

The 3rd person plural at the end is a bit of a different story but I won't get into it here. Probably no one is reading this anymore -if they even started.

Anyway..that's just a small thing I had to get off my chest. Linguistics is so effing neat. I didn't realize how much I missed it.

Oh dear. I've got to get to bed.

Thursday, November 17, 2005


Originally uploaded by himbly.
I'm outing Black Mana.

If Black Mana was a warlock...

if he had a horse...

if he was level 60...

if he was...uh....human?

This is what he'd look like.

Well, ~I'm~ proud of him and his awesome looking dreadsteed.

/grats blackmana

well, not exactly...

mr insomnia
Originally uploaded by himbly.
I'm done.

I've finished another paper on W.Greenlandic and I'm thinking it's much better than the last.


The last few days I've not been able to sleep until late, and then I've had the most crazy, effed up dreams.

wish I could remember some.

So, running on little sleep lately but not feeling tired. Until the morning. The morning eats bags of dick.

But I'm finished that g-damn paper and this time...this time....I think I even knew what I was talking about. In about a week or two I'll find out I totally didn't...but shut up. Let me ride this post paper happy balloon.

Lots of stuff I feel like complaining about, but I'll save it for another day.

Love, himbly

Saturday, November 12, 2005

on the wagon

sugarplum fairy
Originally uploaded by himbly.

that's it.

Cake's gone. It's Saturday eve and the last night I'll have sweets.

Back in the 'sugar-is-the-sweet-sweet-devil' saddle again.

*sigh*...it's gonna take a lot of soy smoothies to wipe the taste of homemade blackforest cake from my memory.

excuse me...

I...I...I think there's something in my eye...

Thursday, November 10, 2005

thirty three

jesus laughing
Originally uploaded by himbly.
One of my dearest friends, Ivana, wrote me this yesterday:

...you've now lived as long as Jesus and are divisible by 11!!!

Oh my god.

She's right on both counts.

But Jesus died at 33.


Now I need to find someone else to model my life on.

chubby girl

Originally uploaded by himbly.

I've had left over birthday cake 3 times today.

I haven't eaten sweets for 4 months, but I relaxed the rule until Sunday. I'm on a sugar kick that'll rot my teeth and frenzy my brain.

...and how...

yee haw!

I ate so much yesterday that, aside from my b-cake breakfast, I've only been able to eat salads. Dad took me out for lunch, Mum made me dinner (and said cake).

I'm spoilt.

Only child.

Full only child.

That picture....that's me naked.

Tuesday, November 08, 2005


Ever have those days when you're gripped in self-doubt?

When you answer a question wrong in class because you were confused and nervous talking in front of people, but it's a question on something you're supposed to be the class "expert" in so it nags at you all day long and then you start to see your future go down the tubes and you become paralyzed that maybe you're actually quite mediocre and what are you doing making such a giant change in your life anyway?

Yeah...me too.


Saturday, November 05, 2005

The question mark stands for "what else?"

Originally uploaded by himbly.
I said I'd make dinner tonight.

So, when I got back from my grocery trip (I've never been good at making magic from whatever's left in the fridge) I peeked my head around the door and said,

"Who wants a snacky dinner?"

"Me!", we both yelled!

Then, "Hurrah!"

So, I handed him a bowl of Kettle Chips (Chipotle BBQ) and told him to wait while I finished the rest.

The rest was pita, feta and olives and then a big plate of nachos.

We're both happy. And full.

I'm going to make the best mom someday.

'cause I'm less concerned about nutrition and more concerned about theme.

Friday, November 04, 2005


If you ask Jeeves what the top ten sexual fantasies of women are...


....how to soften peanut butter...

you get my blog.



Thursday, November 03, 2005

Oedipus Rex and the death of Woody Allen

Originally uploaded by himbly.
The other day in class, a girl turned to me and sighed, “I think this play has been talked to death. We were studying Sophocles’ Oedipus Rex.

Written about 2500 years ago, it’s been discussed, debated, fixated on, inspected, infected, rejected, and se-lected….

(thanks to Arlo Guthrie for that last bit)

…and now…now in a first year Greek and Roman studies class that’s so freaking easy I do a jig with every new assignment…now sitting in the bowels of the science theatres at the UofC…now we’ve finally talked this play to death.

Well, I’ll be…

I just stammered for a second then pathetically protested, ‘it’s a really good play, though.’

And this is my point. A week previous to this encounter, I took on about 4 or 5 of these kids telling me that the film Oedipus the King was boring. Boring! Sure, it was done as a filmed play. Sure they didn’t change sets or costumes. Sure there was no car chases, love scenes (aside from with his mother, ew.), or Will Ferrell. But boring?

“All they did was stand there and scream at each other! Wahhh. Wahhh. Wahhh. We’re big babies that need our entertainment spoon-fed to us.”

I added the last bit.

I’m disappointed.

This…this is why no one watches Woody Allen anymore. No one cares about dialogue. No one cares about examining a character’s being and trying to understand them and, maybe, if you can, the part of them that’s in you.

I watched Hanna and Her Sisters the other day.

I could go on about W.A.’s insight into the human condition, or his ability to reach ‘the rest of us’, or his refusal to separate good or bad in anyone, or his own public wrestling with the same questions that plague all of us.

G-damn. Or even his ability, every once in awhile, to phrase a line just so and it makes me tear up.

But then I’d sound like a twat.

But I don’t think movies like Troy are going anywhere, so we’d better get used to them.

Perhaps we could get Vin Diesel to play Oedipus and Kate Beckinsale to play Jocasta. If we see him chased out of Thebes by some chariots, but he kills them all and returns to his wife (who somehow realizes she’s not his mother rather than killing herself)…..Hollywood? Here’s the pitch.

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

When you're this big, they call you Sergeant

Originally uploaded by himbly.

grody creepy

grody creepy
Originally uploaded by himbly.
The other day I was at work, and this happened:

The characters:

Me: heroine

Mavis: sorta shares a workspace with me. She can be bitchy, but after awhile I've gotten to really like her. She is 57 and never married...and seems to like it that way.

Larry: creepy creepy creepy. Not lecherous, but inappropriately open about his sexuality. Apparently used to 'swing' when he was married. With whom, I have no clue...baboons? they swing. So do bonobos, I hear.

of course, names have been changed to protect...well, me.

Anyway...Mavis and Larry are friends, and Mavis called Larry in his office to ask him to a craft show this (next?) weekend.

From what I heard from her end of the phonecall, I was able to figure out that his answer was, 'Can't. I'm a pathetic creep and I have to go to a sex show at the Roundup Centre because I have the need to let everyone know I am a sexual being. It turns me on to think of you thinking of me having lots of weird sex.'

Or something like that.

I'm good at reading between the lines.

Then, obviously, he invited her and lept out of his chair, sex pamphlet in hand, to run down and show her (and me, 'cause I sit next to her) his dirty little weekend plan.

Enter Larry.

"Yeah...it's a lot of fun. You should go. I never miss a year....yadda...yadda...open minded...yadda yadda....sex toys...yadda yadda..."



When I was younger, I used to think this sort of thing was cool.

Younger <--- key

Of course you want to check out what people are doing. Sex is so taboo in so many ways, that you want to look behind those drawn curtains...get giddy and giggly...all that sorta stuff.

Then...you realize a few things:

1- Unless you are ~super~ hot, almost NO ONE wants to picture you have sex. Your significant other, those who have crushes on you...and perhaps the odd freak you meet on the bus. Certainly not if you are a 40'ish divorcee cruisin' a sex 'conference' with a group of buddies patting yourself on the back for having an 'open mind'.

2- a sex conference at the Roundup Centre is going to be filled with the same type of person I described above. And a few hired hot people.

3- you know how creepy sex shops are? Think of that but 100x.

4- no one cares if you're 'open minded' or not. No one really wants to hear about it.

ack. tired of listing.

My point is that after awhile one...well, I obviously can't speak for everyone here, so 'me'...

My point is that after awhile I came to the conclusion that sex was a private thing, and should remain so. I've told stories to friends about past experiences..and some of them are damn funny...but I wouldn't dream of discussing my and my bf's sex life with anyone.

So, if you want to go to a huge sex-raviganza...shut up about it. Espeically at work. Tell your close friends, they probably care. I don't.

But...why go? If you want to know about sex, we have a HUGE internet that can tell you everything you need to know and you don't need to go meet anyone face to face to hear them discuss their product or technique in a frank yet grody manner.

Don't get me wrong. I'm grateful that we're living in a society where people can be open enough to discuss their problems. Even for entertainment. I guess the difference is that I get to choose to read or look at what I want, but at work I've got to listen to perv-boy describe his sex-filled weekend.

The sex show...well..whatever. I just think those things are gross. I will bet $50 that anything in there is going to be about as clever, original, insightful or hot as the headlines on a Cosmo cover and tons of people are going to go just 'cause they want to 'expand' their minds...sexually speaking.


Sunday, October 30, 2005

voyeur sundays

Originally uploaded by himbly.
Every Sunday, the second or third'ish thing I look at is Postsecret.blogspot.com.

People make postcards with their secrets and send 'em in.

I can't remember where I found this, so I can't thank anyone for the link. Sorry.

Thursday, October 27, 2005

my bf was in new york...

...and aside from a lousy t-shirt, he never told me about this:

Naked Cowboy.

If I could only ever have the opportunity to say this:

"Hey look, if I had all the answers, I wouldn't be standing out in my underwear in Times Square."

I'd probably die on the spot, my life's goal fulfilled.

Thanks to Huck for the link.

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

oh yeah

Originally uploaded by himbly.
This one will make more sense...

lame, but...

if anyone happens to come across this blog and knows anything about Kalaallisut (West Greenlandic) I would love love LOVE to talk to you about it.

I am in the midst of trying to wrap myself inside that language like a child in a blanket. Like a fig in a newton. Like a lvl 48 shaman in a lightning shield.

night night

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

re: self portrait in pink


I'm not sure that made any sense.

And, yes...since I've cut back a whole bunch on drinking, two ciders does get me cut.


self portrait in pink

Originally uploaded by himbly.
My blog has taken a turn for the worse. Well...I suppose not ~worse~ worse, but I never wanted post after post of 'this is what I did today', 'this is how I feel today' sorta crap...

...but then again...who cares?

So, I continue. I mean, since school started, I've not had time to think of real things. Going to a lecture on Thursday from the guy who did The Corporation, so that'll get me outside myself for a little while.

(yay! I hear from the left....boo! I hear from the right)

So...I feel great tonight.

And it ain't only the two ciders I've had. Though, I am cut. So forgive me if you do decide to continue.

however, my body doesn't feel all that great.

let me 'splain...

when I was a younger lady...I used to get stressed...and then get sick immediately when said stress ended.

but I'd growed up now...

For the past coupla weeks, this stupid paper was haunting me. I could go into detail as to why this paper was particularly painful, but I won't 'cause I'll sound like a dork. It was due today...and I also had a midterm.

'no problem', I thought, 'I can handle it'. And I did...mostly...I mean, I'm not sick, right?

I got more and more anxious to have these things out of the way.

Woke up this morning (after a week of semi-bad sleep) and my neck was a bit sore.

*shrug*...I slept on it wrong.

But I was eager to see the back end of that paper..and write the midterm and be done...

Handed in paper...went to second class and by the end of it, my neck was so sore that I could barely move my head.

Now I've handed in the paper, wrote the test, and I'm no longer on the verge of tears. My head, however, remains stationary.

G-damn my neck hurts.

And that, children, is apparently how I deal with stress. Oh, that and crying in the bathroom at work.

I've seriously got to work on my blog-writing skills...

Friday, October 21, 2005

while I'm at it...

Originally uploaded by himbly.

It just occured to me. Without TV, I have no idea if these videos are totally out of date and everyone's seen them already.

oh well.

kick it

Originally uploaded by himbly.
I'm not sure I can think of one person who could do this better.

Thursday, October 20, 2005


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I'm supposed to be writing a paper right now.

I'm always writing a paper, it seems. Ha! I'm gonna start using that (ie. writing a paper) as a euphamism for masturbation.

Now, when I say 'I'm writing a paper', I can tell who reads my blog because they'll snicker.

But, I really am in the midst of a paper. It's about that time of the evening when I start bargaining with myself.

"Dude, if I go to bed now (8:50 pm!!) I can totally wake up super early and work on my paper before I leave for day-work"

Luckily, my present-self has known my bartering-self for many years (they grew up together) and knows that I'm full of horseshit. No deal.

I'm boyfriendless right now as he has gone to New York on a business trip. Lucky. So, I just went to the sushi restaurant downstairs to order some take out as a consolation prize. I won't say how much I ordered (a lot) but all I can say is that I've not even gone through 1/3rd of it and I'm so utterly full. So much for my wild 'goin' stag girl' week.

...sushi I'm too full to eat and homework...

that's what it consists of (and I totally planned it that way). It's alright, though it's really quiet around here and I wake up sorta bummed. I'll be happy when he gets back.

The mouse is still around, too. I stomp before I enter a room to frighten him off.

Anyway...speaking of sushi and restaurants that sell it. If there is reincarnation, I hope -if I live a righteous life- that I come back as a Japanese girl. All you have to do is walk into the place downstairs to understand why a fetish exists about them.


My toe just slid under the drawer unit under my desk and brushed past something. So, I ran my foot back to check what it was and it was gone...so now I'm freaked out about that stupid mouse again. Seriously! I have a broom sitting beside me just in case I see it.

*heebee jeebees*


I ought to get back to my paper.


Sunday, October 16, 2005

So..that's how they do it.

Originally uploaded by himbly.
I gotta write about part of my dream last night.

I was at a mall with my mum, aunt and two cousins.

The 'up' escalator was next to a staircase, which was against a huge glass pillar that went to the ceiling. Inside, there was a hillside with a rocky river running down.

Inside the river were pipes that shot out piping hot licorice...

-red...don't like the anise-flavoured kind-

...which was immediately cooled by the water. Waiting at the river banks were older, sorta scando-slavic looking people (in scando-slavic garb) and their job was to jump in and wrestle these huge ropes of licorice out of the water and hang them nearby to dry.

Weird, huh? The dream got pretty freaky and scary soon afterwards, but that part made me giggle.

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

No patience for pests

Originally uploaded by himbly.
There's a mouse in my kitchen....



What is it about such a tiny little creature that makes me...

a sentient, bipedal, huge (relative to the mouse) mammal

...freak. the. eff. out. when I see one?

I just walked into the kitchen, went to reach for a cup on the drying rack and he was staring back up at me. And, somewhere in my frontal lobes I appreciated how durn cute the lil guy was...

...but clearly my hindbrain took over and I screamed and lept out of the kitchen.

Screamed, everyone.

And not that kinda cute girlie yelp, either.

I let out a wordless exclamation that resembled the same ones all our mothers used to do when you hid behind a door and jumped out at her as a kid.

You know...kinda mid-tone "Aaaah!"


So...that 'little begger' (as the woman at the drugstore just called it when she saw me pick up a mousetrap) is going to have a last meal of cheese and peanut butter.

I know...I know...living creature...yadda yadda yadda...but I just can't.

I can't.

I can't live with it and I can't do the 'humane' thing and drive it out to where a/ it's going to come back, b/ it's going to find someone else's house to run into or c/ it's going to freeze anyway.

The only way that little beast and I are going to be able to co-exist is if one of us is dead. And I have a paper due.

Friday, October 07, 2005

Strangest durn thing I've ever seen....

Try this.

It's a puzzle.

I can't figure it out but it's so neat-o that I don't care.

Tuesday, October 04, 2005


Originally uploaded by himbly.

Ironic they should do a street sign for a song Falco recorded.

Dude! I just found a picture of his tomb.

Dork Kingdom

Originally uploaded by himbly.

I really try not to take a 'gender-view' when someone treats me like sidewalk gum.


...sometimes a girl just can't help it. 'Specially when the dorks in question are ~men~...and they happen to be treating ~other men~ as if they both were mensa-brothers.

I'm reasonably descent at both my jobs. I don't ask for much help, I'm able to think out most problems on my own. I try to stay on top of things.

I make mistakes, but nothing tragic or dreadfully stupid.

And the people who I work with ~generally~ are complimentary and appreciative. I've heard 'good gossip' about myself.

Its the people I don't directly work with that feel the need to take a crap on my poor head. And, the funny thing is that when i say, 'hey! you just took a crap on my head!' the little bitches get all nervous and ignore it. Good lord! Either stand up for yourself or talk behind my back.


Anyway...I wrote this entry badly. I would erase it, but I really want to post that pic of the fat kid in a viking outfit.

Friday, September 30, 2005


Thanks to eener who found this.

I've loved Sacha Cohen's comedy ever since I saw a five hour fest of Ali G in London. Here he is again exposing some people's ignorance and predudice.

It's pretty disturbing.

Thursday, September 29, 2005

neat-o misquito

Originally uploaded by himbly.
Check this out.

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

how great is this picture?

Originally uploaded by himbly.

no business like show business

Originally uploaded by himbly.
While reading through blogs today, this one reminded me about the film fest going on right now. I really ought to talk about it since I have a very small role to play.

This year, I'm too busy to do much but work a few shifts. Usually I am super excited to be part of it, but this year too much going on.

Be that as it may, I worked on Sunday evening.

I can't quite explain to you the shit show that is my booth during film fest. We get all sorts of film and new equipment in to pull this off. People are coming and going delivering or taking away stuff, there's stacks of reels that need splicing or broken down to ship away, there's schedules, revised schedules and revised revised schedules...

...and there's a big bottle of rum that has the label "projectionist lubricant".

This year I rushed in and asked my boss what there was to splice, break down, cry over, etc....

'nothing', he replied.

'nothing?', I asked.

You see, good reader(s), about half the films this year are on DVD. And although that made me breathe a sigh of relief because I had homework to do, it made me a little sad at the demise of an old craft.

Truth is...from what I've seen so far..you can't make DVD look better than 35mm. Not yet.

So there.

Not that anyone cares...quality is becoming a concern of the past.

But, that's another rant for another day.

(Luckily, the films I ran were on 35 mm so I got to strut my stuff anyway.)


Hello Nurse
Originally uploaded by himbly.

I try not to do regular posts about what's going on in my life...blah blah blah

(say that like a vampire)

but, I seem to be doing that lately, so..what the hay, hey?

My grandmother is in the hospital again. This time blood clot in the arm. She called my mother...

who, by the way, is a fabulous person

...Saturday night and was in the hospital in short order when my mother saw that Nanny's arm was blue and dead cold. Few hours later, quick slice, drag out bloodclot, sew 'er up and bang...back in business.

I could never do it.

Sunday morning I was visting the hospital practically counting the ways I couldn't ever be a doctor or nurse. The sight of my 89 year old grandmother, unwell from the drugs she had been given, attempting to remove said drugs from her system was enough to have me turn on my heel and wait in the little tv room until I judged it was appropriate to come back.

It makes me sad to see her in the hospital. She looks so tiny in that bed. I was rubbing her feet through the sheets and her legs seemed so small. I'm so used to seeing her so robust and Polish.

Anyway...I'm busy writing a paper on Kalaallisut (West Greenlandic).

Saturday, September 24, 2005

well, I should think so...

English Genius
You scored 85% Beginner, 100% Intermediate, 93% Advanced, and 100% Expert!
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I'm sure I'm a bit more geek and dork

Pure Nerd
65 % Nerd, 30% Geek, 30% Dork
For The Record:

A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia.

A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one.

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You scored better than half in Nerd, earning you the title of: Pure Nerd.

The times, they are a-changing. It used to be that being exceptionally smart led to being unpopular, which would ultimately lead to picking up all of the traits and tendences associated with the "dork." No-longer. Being smart isn't as socially crippling as it once was, and even more so as you get older: eventually being a Pure Nerd will likely be replaced with the following label: Purely Successful.


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