Monthly Archives: July 2007

Tell me what to watch

I’m finally finished watching all of Buffy the Vampire Slayer — LOVED it. I’m looking for a new show to follow. I was thinking on watching Angel, but I can’t find it anywhere to rent. Any suggestions of what I should follow next? Better yet, do you have a dvd set I could borrow?

Holy Guacamole!

It’s waaaay too hot to cook, so for supper tonight I made some fresh guacamole. Probably not the healthiest of choices, but I’ve been craving this guacamole that I tried while visiting New York City. My attempt to reciprocate it was a success!

Looks like I’ve got a great new food to take to summer parties. Now, who wants to invite me to one?

In other news…

am I a complete geek because I’m psyched to have David Suzuki and George Stroumboulopoulos as friends on Facebook?

And the hits, they keep on comin’…

Leaving the gym tonight, I noticed a puddle of fluid under my car. I drove about 100 feet, stopped again, noticed a BIGGER puddle of fluid under my car. Upon closer inspection, I deciphered it to be gasoline. Needless to say, I turned off the ignition F-A-S-T.

Of course, my car chose to break on Friday afternoon, when the next time it could be looked at is 3 days later. And, of course, I’ve got a week full of baby-filled activities next week — immunizations, swimming lessons, etc. Oh, and even better, I just spent $1000 replacing my car’s front struts.

Ah, Saskatchewan.

Where else in the world can you experience a +40 C (104F) humidex in the summer, and six months later, feel a -40C (-40F) windchill?

I’m taking the baby in search of some Air Conditioning today.

John McCain’s butt, John Edwards’ package…

It’s safe to say you’ll never read about these er… attributes of the presidential candidates in the paper. You will, however, read an article about Hilary Clinton’s cleavage.

There was cleavage on display Wednesday afternoon on C-SPAN2. It belonged to Sen. Hillary Clinton.

She was talking on the Senate floor about the burdensome cost of higher education. She was wearing a rose-colored blazer over a black top. The neckline sat low on her chest and had a subtle V-shape. The cleavage registered after only a quick glance. No scrunch-faced scrutiny was necessary. There wasn’t an unseemly amount of cleavage showing, but there it was. Undeniable.

The author of the article goes on to claim that “showing cleavage is a request to be engaged in a particular way.” [just like wearing a short skirt invites sexual assault?] Why is it okay to sexualize Clinton — a presidential candidate — like this? While she’s not my first choice of a candidate, it’s sickening that she’s being subjected to this type of sexual discrimination.

I’ll stop complaining as soon as we start rating the way male candidates look in tight jeans.

[I just took action with Ms. magazine protesting the Washington Post’s recent article analyzing Senator Hillary Clinton’s cleavage. Senator Clinton is a distinguished member of the Senate and quite possibly the next president of the United States. Instead of writing about her strategy to end the war in Iraq or her plans to reform the health care system in this country, the Post devoted a feature story to analyzing her breasts.

Join me in expressing your outrage to the Washington Post!]

HP Day

This may be news to you (sarcasm is lost on the Internets), but tonight is the unveiling of the latest HP book. I’m heading off to McNally Robinson to partake in the midnight festivities.

My sister, on the other hand, is off to NYC’s Barnes and Noble to be a part of the Harry Potter tour* — complete with a triple decker Knight Bus and 20 foot Whomping Willow! So unfair.

I was going to drag Emma to McNally tonight, complete with a lightening bolt painted scar on her forehead, but I will be the responsible mama and will leave her sleeping at home, with her dad to watch over.

[*as an interesting sidenote, I noticed that the HP tour is missing the South completely. Read into that as you will.]