Friday, May 30, 2008

Drunken Marxist emails are almost always funny.

One of the editors of Jezebel received this hilarious email from her drunken sister, who went to see the Sex and the City movie last night: "Or, as Marx would say, the conditions that produced the world of the Sex and the City film would never have been brought into existence."

I've been thinking alot about SATC lately, not because I like it exactly, but more because it was this weird cultural moment that seemed so over and now seems so back. Plus I'm obsessed with things that are about women, especially things like SATC, which is about women in such a brilliantly fictional way. However I'm going to see it tomorrow so I might as well save my (undoubtedly brilliant) insights until then.

Blah blah blah, cataloguing research articles. I feel kind of like I've already died (presumably from some kind of bacterial infection in my perpetually-sore throat) and I'm in hell, except I didn't notice. My real life blurred with hell so inconspicuously that it was invisible. Oh, and it's air-conditioned, unexpectedly. Itinerant librarian discovers hell air-conditioned! Read all about it!

somewhere, in his giant cubicle made of diamonds, Bill Gates is laughing at me.

Sometimes, you just have to take a little wander through your office, and the reason you have to do that is because Microsoft Office needs some alone time. Microsoft Office needs to go to its cubicle and think about what it has done, and it is not allowed to come out until it is ready to co-operate.

Thursday, May 29, 2008

read at - an incredibly clever little piece of flash. i can't explain it, just check it out.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008


I'm really sick, like REALLY sick. It started with allergies a couple weeks ago, but I develop new symptoms all the time. And the new symptoms don't replace the old ones, they supplement them. As of today, I have an earache! It would be hilarious if it didn't make me want to kill myself.

Oh, and I get to work from 8:30 this morning until 9 at night. Because that is just how I roll. I'm all like, "oh yeah, illness? Well I'm going to work for 12 1/2 hours anyway! Take that!"

Handbag nirvana

velcrobag 001 velcrobag 002 velcrobag 003 velcrobag 004

I invented this bag, in which I can change the flaps to match EVERY CONCEIVABLE OUTFIT. It's awesome. The fourth picture shows all the flaps I have made so far.

Edited to add: I also posted this on Craftster cause I'm nerdy like that. The Purses, bags, wallets forum could easily be my summer home. Here's my thread.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Best of my bloglines for today

alternative boondoggles: an incredibly depressing list of alternative projects that could have been undertaken for the cost of the war in Iraq. For example: a manned Mars expedition! cut carbon emissions! Build first-world grade housing in shiny new cities for 600 million Chinese peasants! Sigh.

a cool little diagram showing common household toxins, and the plants that can help eliminate their effects.

The Emma Spaulding Bryant Letters: A series of letters written by a woman in 1873 to her husband. These are fascinating. So vague and mysterious! And full of puzzling medical terminology!

Also in the "depressing, yet entertaining" category: not always right, a collection of quotations from stupid customers, a la overheard in the office.

Puppy-related emailing leads to ridiculous targeted google ads

Monday, May 26, 2008

blog posts will now consist of 6 sentences or less

I got a new hair stylist last week by walking into the salon one block from my house and making an appointment at random. And. I'm pretty sure she's a genius. I haven't washed my hair for four days, and it keeps getting better. I'm not kidding. It looks hot.

Freaks and Geeks made me cry twice today.
Also, This American Life and bottled water in the bathtub. Heaven. Don't tell me this is the kind of behaviour that came right before the fall of the Roman Empire, because I don't want to hear about it. Especially since they didn't have tiny stereos for their iPods, because they didn't have the best boyfriend ever. (Best boyfriends ever?)

Now playing: Lata Mangeshkar - Haa Jab Tak Hai Jaan
via FoxyTunes

I see your "eewww," and I'll raise you a "gyeeegh"

The CBC reports: Urine bottles found along New Brunswick highways.

Yeah. Gross. I like that this is enough of a phenomenon to warrant a mention on the national news.

Saturday, May 24, 2008

My pepper plant has a tiny, 1/2-inch pepper on it. And I have 17 sugar snap pea plants sprouted. Plus more flowers than I can count. (Tiny plants that will be flowers, not actual flowers. So far each one has two tiny leaves.)

That is all, but that's enough.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Morale is the highest it has been all week.

Sometimes, when what you really want is a break, you have to settle for a few minutes alone in your cubicle with a bagel and coffee and some photocopies and a highlighter, looking busy so people will leave you alone. And sometimes, if you're at your second workplace of the day and you're tired and sick, that few minutes will actually feel like a break. Which is the sad part. Except it doesn't feel sad. It feels like a tremendous relief.

I am pretty sure there is a Gordon Lightfoot song about this.

I watched the greatest movie last night. It's called Desk Set. Have you seen it, Internet? Katharine Hepburn is in it, and she plays a librarian, and she is AWESOME. She's smart and sassy! She wears awesome clothes! She knows everything! In other words, she is Who I Want to Be When I Grow Up. At least I am on the right track. I mean, I already have a library degree, and at least a few items of awesome clothes. It's nice when you realize you are becoming the person you want to be.

The only other thing I have to say is: INDIANNNNNNA JONES!

Wednesday, May 21, 2008


Earlier, I commented on the impossibility of ever buying Freaks and Geeks for less than $50. Well, I stand corrected! Yesterday I found it at HMV for $35, and there was only one copy, and you KNOW I bought it. I'd forgotten how AWESOME this show is. If you've never seen it, you should rent it. I mean, don't buy it, because you'll never find it for less than $50, but rent it. It's sooo funny and understated and the theme song is Joan Jett and I would marry Bill Haverchuk.

The only place in my neighbourhood where I am allowed to park my ninja

ninjaparking, originally uploaded by jocelynb.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

"You see what I'm saying? You need to find your reason for living. You've gotta find your big, gigantic drum kit."
-Nick, Freaks and Geeks

Whoa, internet!

So I took some Benadryl to help with the coughing and sneezing, and those things went away. But! Instead I feel a series of symptoms that can only be described as "loopiness." My head is spinning, as if I've been dancing around! The back of my throat is itchy! My fingers keep hitting the wrong keys, or no keys at all! All of my thoughts have exclamation points at the end of them! My hands are shaky, as if I've had a lot lot lot of coffee. Or even coffffeeeeeee. Merciful heavens.

I'm off to a meeting at which I risk losing all my content management system access privileges. The form (not that there's a form) will say, "Jocelyn is clearly loopy, and cannot be allowed to edit government websites."

The word "awkward" is, itself, awkward.

Celebrating excellence in redundancy

When I was a kid I was completely allergy-free. These days, I am the opposite of allergy-free, and I in fact seem to be allergic to everything located outside: trees, flowers, pollen, possibly even cars. The symptoms are disgusting, but live-with-able. My head hurts all the time, and my throat is tickly, and I sneeze CONSTANTLY--six times in a row, this morning, as if to make up for time lost while sleeping. The real problem is this nagging feeling that my body has betrayed me, suddenly becoming convinced that it cannot deal with things that were clearly fine before. Dear body: Bits of organic material in the air are not going to kill us. CHILL OUT. Kthxbai.

The nice thing is that it's a short week after a long weekend. I only have to work here for one day, and then at my new job for three days, and then it is the weekend again! Lucky thing. Four days is plenty of time for me to die of sadness and allergies.

(The title of this post is related to the fact that just a moment ago, I attempted to use the title, "Excellence in Teaching Awards celebrate excellence in teaching," before I decided that was too stupid and beaurocratic even for me.)

Trying to get back into the habit of blogging.

Sunday, May 18, 2008


flowers sugar snap peas

They may look the same, but the first one is flowers, and the second is sugar snap peas.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Fun with capitalism! Give $10 to the something store and they'll send you... something. It's a shopping surprise!

Saturday, May 10, 2008

Things that are awesome today:

1. I started my balcony garden! I have tomatoes and zucchini and a single pepper plant which I don't hold out much hope for. Oh, and sugar snap peas. I've already begun my constant vigilant pigeon surveillance. Those birds better not get all up in my face, or whatever. (My inclination is to do that thing little kids do: to plant seeds and then check on them every few hours to see if they are growing.) Also, I improvised a watering can out of a milk jug. I poked holes in its lid with my stabby screwdriver! So thrifty and crafty. These plants are not all going to die like last year's did, oh no sir. I'm going to water them every day, now that I know from helpful library books that balcony gardens need to be watered every day.

2. There is a fancy new grocery store in my neighbourhood. I've been waiting for it to open literally since I moved in here, almost two years ago. It's not that great for actual, efficient, cost-savings grocery shopping, but it IS good for five kinds of olives, or little containers of alfredo sauce or bruschetta topping or glass jars of organic pear juice. I'm going to throw a succession of ridiculous parties, now that the hors d'oeurves are so convenient.

3. The first season of Heroes. I'm about six episodes in. And I need to get back to it.

4. The Jonathan Coulton song Skullcrusher Mountain.

I'm so into you
But I'm way too smart for you
Even my henchmen think I'm crazy
I'm not surprised that you agree
If you could find some way to be
A little bit less afraid of me
You'd see the voices that control me from inside my head
Say I shouldn't kill you yet

I made this half-pony half-monkey monster to please you
But I get the feeling that you don't like it
What's with all the screaming?
You like monkeys, you like ponies
Maybe you don't like monsters so much
Maybe I used too many monkeys
Isn't it enough to know that I ruined a pony making a gift for you?
Seriously. It's the most romantic song EVER.

5. There are things I like all the time, but that I like extra today, including my boyfriend, my apartment, and being a librarian. I'm just in a good mood. Don't worry, it won't last.

Friday, May 9, 2008

Q: Jocelyn, how do you update your blog?
A: I forget.

Friday, May 2, 2008

Kids today

Handy "information" about today's youth, from McSweeney's: Youth Culture Findings.

Also, CBC News reports Texas man trying to cash $360-billion cheque arrested. My favourite part goes, "In addition to forgery, Fuller has been charged with unlawfully carrying a weapon and possessing marijuana."

Thursday, May 1, 2008

Updates from the front lines of... oh, whatever.

A little girl just gave me two pteradactyls she made at school. I doubt she made them specifically for me, since she just met me ten minutes ago, but I'll take hand-painted dinosaurs where I can get them.

Jocelyn to old people: "WTF?"

There are all these old people who walk around downtown with absolutely petrified looks on their faces, as if they expect to be mugged AT ANY SECOND.

Actually, I notice the same phenomenon among the old people who live in my building. Whenever I ride elevators with them they look at me with a combination of anxiety and hostility, presumably since I am under the age of 30. I don't really understand why. I'm usually excited about some package I just retrieved from my mailbox. I wear shirts with robots on them. I exude librarian-ness. I don't really know what else I can do to reduce their hostility.

Ooh, except: find a shirt that says I am not going to mug you. Although those wily old people might interpret that as a fake-out.