More thoughts thought

So, I wrote this extremely funny blog entry at 3:40 this morning, in my head. I was awoken by what sounded like one or more people stomping up and down the street in front of my apartment building, banging tin trash can lids together and shouting a "aaaah-ah!" song. This really happened, and if I had been more awake it might have seemed more weird. The blog entry was about civic responsibility and stewardship, but it was also very funny, and I think it had a STOMP joke in it. (Something to do with the guy being on the waiting list for STOMP, like Tobias and Blue Man group on Arrested Development, which I think is where my sleepy brain got the idea.) I think it might have also had a Nazi-related curfew joke as well. In that tired, 3:40 AM way, I thought, "That was hilarious, I have to remember that in the morning," and then I went to sleep. So. Just pretend you just read a hilarious blog entry, ok? Ha ha!

List: Sound elements for a downtown-Edmonton themed STOMP-type performance^*

• Car alarms (whee-ee, whee-ee, usually, although actual found may vary)
• homeless people's shopping carts (make kind of a rhythmic rattling)
• aforementioned trash car lids (clanging)
• People trying to break into my building/parkade (jangling implements, swearing)
• Police cars' sirens
• Me hitting stupid fucking careless crazy people with 3-foot lengths of PVC tubing when they fucking wake me up every day between 4 and 6 with their stupid fucking yelling (an interesting whirring/whooshing sound, followed by the dull impact, and then some injured yelling)^**

* Note: This performance would have nothing to do with the actual STOMP franchise, would not approach anywhere near its level of professionalism, and is not intended to infringe on any trademarks, in spite of the fact that I have now mentioned STOMP four--nay, five--times in this blog entry.
** Note 2: I am not really advocating beating up the crazy people who live on my street, because I'm not that cold--what am I, Ralph Klein?--but I do wish they would SHUT THE FUCK UP. Besides, it's not like I'm saying they should be hit with a crowbar. PVC tubing wouldn't hurt that much.

Earlier entry: Thoughts thought at 6:12 in the morning

EXTREME CLOSE-UP! YEAHHH!

So last night I was changing the bandages on my injured foot, and something about its rawness and redness and injured-ness compelled me to take a picture. I know, it's gross. It's not like this is the bloodshed blog, so if anyone is grossed out, I apologize. But sometimes I want to post about charming books I am reading about German linguistics professors, and sometimes I want to post about how my feet are torn up and bloodied by my encounters with the world. (And yes, those are my cute plaid pyjama pants. This is a great day for Jocelyn-stalkers everywhere--a picture of my bloody foot AND a picture of my pyjamas!) (Apparently, "pyjama" is not the correct spelling, as the friendly blogger red-wiggly-line tells me. But I have no idea what the correct spelling IS, and also, I have always spelled it that way, so I think I have immunity. We have to grandfather in whatever the new, unknown spelling is. Basically, that is a long way of saying that I am not going to fix it.)

This Monday is Heritage Day, or Have a Long Weekend in August day, and I am getting full civic holiday mileage: missing work AND class. I shall use the extra day to celebrate my heritage, possibly by baking some fortune cookies or belly-dancing. Also, today and tomorrow I am in a very good mood because of the proximity of the long weekend. This morning I felt like that guy in the viagra commercial--not because I got lucky, but because there is a looming long weekend ahead, I get to go see a Werner Herzog movie tonight, and my shark research project is being more than adequately funded. Also, I know this makes me a dork, but I had a really productive, functional meeting yesterday in which many of my problems were potentially solved--most of them by XML. This is the opposite of scooters, it's anti-scooters.