tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34003752011-04-21T16:47:32.671-04:00Sparkle SparkleBLAH BLAH BLAHSiobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.comBlogger1261100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-1137173325230519762006-01-13T12:19:00.000-05:002006-01-13T12:31:46.970-05:00New year new commitment to blogging? We'll see. I'm kind of over blogs in a way. I am especially sick of hearing/reading about them in the news (media news in particular) where the blog is the next big thing (so 5 years ago) and everyone should be doing it. Sometimes I just think "who cares?" Why should people read all this crap that I post, why should I want people to read it, why do I read Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-1113927219160519172005-04-19T12:10:00.000-04:002005-04-19T12:13:39.160-04:00I walked home yesterday evening, enjoying the warm weather and not-so-much enjoying the blister on my big toe. I happened to be looking down when I saw something fall at my feet. It was a huge plop of bird poop and if couldn’t have been closer without hitting the tip of my shoe. I stopped and looked up. A robin was perched high up in the overhanging tree, and it shifted on one foot as I gazed up.Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-1113416079306571262005-04-13T14:13:00.000-04:002005-04-13T14:17:39.213-04:00It’s sunny but chilly today – I guess that’s just spring. My web site launched last week, which was a little exciting for me. Nothing fancy but it gets the job done. And speaking of jobs, I had an interview yesterday and another one on Friday, so things are happening. Will keep you posted on developments as they occur.I passed a bunch of street kids/punks the other day, lounging outside of Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-1112203985349098572005-03-30T12:27:00.000-05:002005-03-30T12:33:05.350-05:00Observation: The next time you are on one of the newer TTC buses - the ones that have the "Touch/Push" door - have a look at the instructional sticker (on how to open the door) placed either on the glass on the doors or just above. The man depicted is the funkiest image of a man I've seen, all the more so because he is on a TTC sticker. The riders that use the bus don't usually look as good asSiobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-1111024891232395732005-03-16T20:59:00.000-05:002005-03-16T21:01:31.233-05:00Passing the Coffee Time near my house, a man stepped out and said to me "nice weather we're having". I smiled briefly and kept walking. Then he said "are you Spanish - you look like a Spanish". No comment from me. God bless Coffee Time.Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-1110906109677301102005-03-15T12:01:00.000-05:002005-03-15T12:01:49.680-05:00Boring! Now I remember what I wanted to write about: being screwed over AGAIN by a gym, their shitass membership policies and related points of interest.So a month and a half ago, I joined the new FitnessOne gym that purported to open “mid March”. It’s about mid March and not a word breathed about the gym opening or what they did with my initial deposit. I called them up yesterday and asked if Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-1110900229067989512005-03-15T10:22:00.000-05:002005-03-15T11:01:48.686-05:00Well as I attempt to get back into the blogging swing of things, I’d like to welcome another new blogger, Albert – we’ll all have our eyes on you while you’re away. Keep the posts coming, mister fancy investment banker man! Albert will be joining the ranks of those mentioned in this ">survey about blogs.What’s going on with me, you ask? Well not a heck of a lot although in good news, my contract Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-1110570235644579632005-03-11T14:43:00.000-05:002005-03-11T14:55:11.530-05:00I just changed templates a couple of times - on one the font size became too small to read so here she blows...Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-1110569367931066842005-03-11T14:24:00.000-05:002005-03-11T14:29:27.933-05:00Not quite a year in between, but close. Sorry. I just reread my last couple of posts to see where I had left off - to catch you up, I interned for 2 months and have been working there ever since. I was also still at the bookstore up until January, hence working 7 days a week, including some weeknights makes Sio an infrequent blogger. Now that I have some time to myself, I can indulge in the Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-1088636068321161132004-06-30T18:48:00.000-04:002004-06-30T18:54:28.320-04:00I answered the phone this morning at work and an elderly woman asked me "What country is Portugal in?" I said "Portugal is a country" She said "oh, ok, now, What's the capital city of Portugal?" I said "Lisbon" (with fingers crossed) She said "oh....ok. Now, where, geographically, is Portugal located?" I said "on the western coast of Europe - it's near Spain" She said "oh...ok, near Spain, I'm Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-1088536389647112292004-06-29T15:09:00.000-04:002004-06-29T15:13:09.646-04:00I was on a run last week and I jogged past 3 boys playing street hockey/basketball (they had a bunch of equipment out and each boy was kind of doing his own thing) and as I passed them, one of them shouted at me "PENIS PENIS PENIS!" (they were probably around 9 or 10) Not sure what he hoped to accomplish with that but it made me laugh out loud! hahaha. I start my internship on Monday - yay. I Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-1088089080893825222004-06-24T10:33:00.000-04:002004-06-24T10:58:00.893-04:00Oh, in "story" news, I have customer service story from last week that still gets me HOT mad when I retell it. So, I'm in my bookstore, doing bookstore things, when this customer sails in, on his cellphone, chatting away to his wife, as I take it. From the one side of the conversation I can hear, I gather he is in to buy gifts for a group of people. He gets off the phone and starts perusing Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-1088087557751564372004-06-24T10:26:00.000-04:002004-06-24T10:32:37.750-04:00Well. It only took me 11 interviews but I seem to have landed my internship for the summer. Halellujah (sp?) as my mum said earlier today. My sentiments exactly. The last few weeks have been somewhat trying, one might say. Some interviews were short and sweet (or not so sweet) and I kind of just figured that they didnt want me - fine. Other places had me in for more than one interview, then Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-1086895484208440392004-06-10T15:12:00.000-04:002004-06-10T15:24:44.206-04:00wowsers - just logged on here for the first time in a while and blogger has gone and done itself all fancy-like. loving it. so its june. its hot in the city of t.dot (well it was until today and a big cold front swooped in to clear the air of the smog that had settled quite comfortably on the shoulders of hogtown). as you may or may not know, i am still in school, technically. i havent been Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-1081275717399286462004-04-06T14:09:00.000-04:002004-04-06T14:24:40.530-04:00Long time no blog. Its become a bit of a bad habit, this no posting thing. Life has been busy. Please excuse the lack of apostrophes but my new computer types è when I try to type an apostrophe and I havent yet figured out how to fix it. So, whats new you sayÉ (oh, that is a question mark - another little glitch I need to have remedied somehow). Well if you can believe it, the YMCA is Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-1078590566891295932004-03-06T11:29:00.000-05:002004-03-06T11:31:38.810-05:00Note to self: crapass responses in french to interview questions are not good enough. No go on that job. and if you want a little giggle, the question they asked me in french was "how is your level of French?" and I came up with "pas mal" (translation: not bad). Not quite what they were looking for, I suppose. hahaha. March break is coming to an end and I have not done a stitch of homework. Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-1077294980134837602004-02-20T11:36:00.000-05:002004-03-06T11:32:40.233-05:00not sure what happened here or what i wrote - but i couldnt stand to see the blank spaceSiobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-1076785845968461132004-02-14T14:10:00.000-05:002004-02-14T14:12:37.250-05:00Shmoopy day to all of you. I had a job interview yesterday at, well. let's just call this place a large museum located at the Museum stop on the TTC line. It was a panel interview, so I sat on one side of a large conference table and 3 people sat on the other side. Sorry, 'm jumping the gun a little here - Fraser's gf Laura works there and she mentioned to me that they are hiring, so I thoughtSiobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-1076269930160219232004-02-08T14:52:00.000-05:002004-02-08T14:56:48.606-05:00So it’s been a few weeks since the last post. What to say, what to say? I got a job at a bookstore, part time, crap wages but it’s a job and beggars can’t be choosers, right? For those of you who haven’t heard the interview story, it goes something like this: I walk into the appointed bookstore 10 minutes early, and am made to stand waiting for 20 minutes after my scheduled time, so thirty Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-1074697211174513292004-01-21T10:00:00.000-05:002004-01-21T10:01:38.340-05:00And Tales from the TTC is back. In the last month I have been stuck behind 3 people at that ticket desk trying to scam their way in with outdated transfers or friend’s passes and I have to stand there and listen to the scammer argue and bicker with the ticket agent because I’m in line to buy tickets. The dude yesterday had an old transfer which isn’t even valid at the station because the buses Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-1074695957236471182004-01-21T09:39:00.000-05:002004-01-21T09:40:43.996-05:00So I was in Chapters (bookstore) the other day and I needed to use the washroom. As I walked down the narrow hallway, I was joined by a guy, younger than me, and we reached the door at the same time (it was one of those unisex, one toilet bathrooms). We looked at each other and both asked if the other wanted to go first. He said to me “well, how bad do you need to piss?”(nice) and I replied “Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-1074448730053942632004-01-18T12:58:00.000-05:002004-01-18T13:00:13.546-05:00Well, last week was my first week back at school, as you may have read from my last post where I got hit by a snowball. Yeah. The good news is that I have a new teacher who seems genuinely interested in furthering our education and doesn't make us feel that we are in the "loser" section of the course, which all the other teachers like to do. On Wednesday I caused a little commotion when I Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-1074203081244899802004-01-15T16:42:00.000-05:002004-01-15T16:46:02.170-05:00Ok, so yesterday I was walking thru the parking lot at Humber and some loser boy threw a snowball in my direction and it hit me in the foot. Can you believe I attend a college where small rowdy groups of boys think it's funny to throw snowballs at strangers? Sigh. Week 1 is almost over.Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-1073495586778565282004-01-07T12:13:00.000-05:002004-01-07T12:14:20.076-05:00Happy New Year. 2004 eh. Over the non-denominational holidays (my ass!) I added another job to my list - shampoo girl! Yeppers. I worked in my girlfriends hair salon (Simeon Hair and Aesthetics) as shampoo girl, hair sweeper, dishwasher, towel folder etc. It was great! A totally organic experience - sorry! Actually it was very different from a lot of jobs I've had, as most of the women who Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-1067740736982646512003-11-01T21:38:00.000-05:002003-11-01T21:38:55.480-05:00Well. School has been keeping me quite busy the past couple of months. It's not hard to believe it's November already. Since I spend all my spare time ranting about the administrative shit-ness that is Humber College, I wont make my first post in a month a particularly scathing one. Just wait for the expose (read ex-po-say since I dont know how to add the accent over the e on this machine) Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-1065547476304944232003-10-07T13:23:00.000-04:002003-10-07T13:24:36.096-04:00Well, its been a while and to spare you the emails and telephone calls in between my last post and today, I am happy to announce I have received the cheque from the Y for the remainder of my refund.- 7 MONTHS after they charged me for my cancelled membership. 7 months. But enough about that as I am sick to death of having to even think about it. I am on a break in between class right now – Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-1062082572540707462003-08-28T10:56:00.000-04:002003-08-28T12:07:56.903-04:00Here we are. It’s almost a week. No word from the Y and no cheque in the mail. Huh. And the icing on this week’s cake: The reason I cancelled my Y membership in the first place was to join the gym in my office building as it was sooo convenient. When I joined up they said it was a year membership but that I could use it at other locations, and I could also transfer the membership to someoneSiobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-1061560770263188442003-08-22T09:59:00.000-04:002003-08-22T10:00:47.893-04:0008/22/03 Siobhan, I have passed this information onto to Bob to follow up on. I've contacted our accounting department to process the remainder of the refund. I am away until September 2, 2003, so please follow up with Bob Forsey. Sorry for the delay in this process. We are working with a new membership system and processes have not been nailed down yet. Thanks for your patience Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-1061469793583979982003-08-21T08:43:00.000-04:002003-08-21T09:56:48.510-04:00YMCA refund update - I opened the cheque last night and of course, it's the WRONG AMOUNT!! It is less than half of what is owed. Boy oh boy was I MAD. I called Customer Service this morning and left a message with the Director of Sales regarding the latest shit ass move they made. He called me back and I had to explain the whole goddamned thing over to him, and then he tells me that "the Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-1061316891153292452003-08-19T14:14:00.000-04:002003-08-19T14:14:51.170-04:00Maybe it needs to be the most recent posting... testing testing one two three Let's see if this changes anything: Men, Hot Bodies, Hard Muscles, Abs of Steel, Hunks, Gorgeous, Men Men Men, How YOU doin? Chest Hair, Members, Men, Manly things, Toy Boy, Max PowerSiobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-1061300011090550802003-08-19T09:33:00.000-04:002003-08-19T11:14:57.113-04:00Wednesday night (tomorrow) I will be attending Evil Dead: The Musical I will keep you posted on THAT event! Antony pointed out once that the Blog Ads at the top of the site reflect the topic in the most recent blog. I looked at them today and they were about Dog Food and Dog Houses and I wasn't quite sure how they were coming up with Dog House - I figured they meant the YMCA is in the Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-1061229038769108112003-08-18T13:50:00.000-04:002003-08-19T09:31:00.200-04:00OK so no updates since May as I was recently reminded – pretty shocking, I have to admit. What can I say? I suck. I’m sorry. Come on baby, take me back! You know I didn’t mean it! You know I still love you! Where to begin. When we last left off, it was May. I was waiting to hear about OSAP – well they decided to give me some money, just not very much. Bummer. I also received 2 bursaries, Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-950172642003-05-28T22:24:00.000-04:002003-05-28T22:24:32.160-04:00Cyberdust, eh? I am afraid it is a sign of the times when I have no stories to tell of a crazy person accosting me on public transit – I am getting old and am losing that look that I had, the one which attracted loonies to me in the first place. I’m not sure what it is that I have lost specifically but there is a definite sense that it is missing (which in some ways, is a bit sad, I suppose) Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-932738702003-04-25T22:01:00.000-04:002003-04-25T22:01:23.086-04:00A thousand apologies. My new job has kept me so busy since I started that I haven’t had time to even read my last post and last guestbook entries to see that I am being slagged off by some internet wanker who has nothing better to do than make fun of me and cheekily use my own name while doing so! HUH! So here’s the skinny since April the 8th: I heard from Humber this week that they would likeSiobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-922592202003-04-08T21:42:00.000-04:002003-04-08T21:42:56.780-04:00Well it’s not much to go on but a post is a post, right? On the street car tonight I sat down, pulled out my book and began to read. The man sitting 2 seats behind me with his chin resting on the seat in front of him said “excuse me” about a minute after I sat down. I ignored it and he repeated himself “excuse me”. I turned around to look at him and he asked “today is Tuesday, right?” I said Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-915764202003-03-28T19:36:00.000-05:002003-03-28T19:36:05.496-05:00It looks like a new series has begun – Tales of the TTC or something like that! The day after the crazy lady story I encountered another crazy lady on the subway. I wasn’t sure if it was the same lady as I hadn’t the opportunity to see first lady’s face as she “lifted her weights”. In any case, lady number 2 entered the train and wedged herself in between some passengers who were seated, Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-909899412003-03-19T08:51:00.000-05:002003-03-19T08:51:58.263-05:00This morning, the subway was quite full and at one stop the doors hadn’t even opened yet and a woman was pushing against me to get out (I was backed up against the door myself). As she muttered “Excuse me” in a lame attempt to legitimise her pushing me out the doors I said “Well let me get out first” (reason here would suggest that if I had the room to move out of her way, she would have a free Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-907408512003-03-14T20:31:00.000-05:002003-03-14T20:31:04.233-05:00On the bus home tonight, a woman was standing in the aisle near the front of the bus. Nothing to get excited about - she is holding on to a pole on either side of the aisle so that no one behind her can get past without having to ask her to move. Her handbag is over one arm, which happens to be right over me. As her arms slide lower on the pole, the dangling handbag comes to a rest on my lap.Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-905839772003-03-12T08:08:00.000-05:002003-03-12T08:26:09.000-05:00Well, here it is. it’s 7:51am as I type this, but I’ve been in the building already for a good half hour already. Why Siobhan, you ask, since you don’t start work until 8:30? Let me tell you why. The alarm went off this morning and as usual, I ignored it a couple of times. No biggie. Then all of a sudden, it was 7:48 and I hadn’t even showered, so I did the mad dash out the house – hair Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-905324362003-03-11T12:48:00.000-05:002003-03-11T12:48:17.326-05:00Gosh – sorry for the lack of updates since my good news last week. Well I started my new job last Wednesday and things are going well. I am very busy learning all the things I need to learn and sampling all free food that the cafeteria has to offer (yes, all breakfast, snacks and lunches are free for me at my new job – woohoo!) Wednesday, Thursday and Friday were all busy, tiring days and I Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-902372542003-03-06T08:57:00.000-05:002003-03-06T08:57:05.996-05:00On the way in to WORK this morning, two girls across from me on the subway were talking. They had papers in their hands and it looked like they were doing some last minute cramming for a test. One of them said "The British Empire! What can I say about the British Empire? They like, owned half the world a long time ago" HAHAHAHAHA - yep, that'll get you an A on your paper!Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-900555612003-03-03T11:20:00.000-05:002003-03-03T11:21:44.000-05:00I GOT A JOB!! I START WEDNESDAY! IT'S FULL TIME! WOOHOO! Guestbook Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-899023172003-02-28T09:38:00.000-05:002003-02-28T09:40:22.000-05:00On my way to the gym on Wednesday, I was walking with my hood up and my head down as it was windy and cold. The bulk of my vision then, was limited to the sidewalk in front of me. As I trudged along, a pair of legs, sprawled on the pavement, appeared in my periphery. It gave me a bit of a fright and I sidestepped in case the owner of the legs decided to take a swipe at me (paranoid, what?). Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-897899722003-02-26T14:41:00.000-05:002003-02-26T14:42:15.000-05:00Well since I just poured my heart out into an email (which if you didn’t get, I’m sorry!), I don’t have a lot of news for you. The sun is shining, the snow is slowly slowly melting and I had a busy day at the Hollywood Laundromat. Listening to the Pogues Rum Sodomy and the Lash album and thoroughly enjoying it. I keep myself up to date on the British soaps that I miss while I’m here by readingSiobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-895015312003-02-21T10:54:00.000-05:002003-02-21T11:37:04.000-05:00Update - I just had a phone interview with the lady from the company that I applied to a while back - I was all "the job sounds great, when do I start" so hopefully they call me in next week for a real interview, where I plan to show a little tit to close the deal. Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-894972402003-02-21T09:30:00.000-05:002003-02-21T09:40:33.000-05:00Friday Friday – to recap the week since Tuesday: I had a phone interview on Wednesday morning which went well but I discovered on Thursday that it didn’t go well enough (they wanted someone who spoke Quebecois French). On Wednesday, after my phone interview, I blitz-faxed again, and blitz-applied to some more jobs, as well as call up my agencies to remind them that I am on the verge of Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-893115312003-02-18T10:59:00.000-05:002003-02-18T11:28:04.000-05:00Shame on me I have to say I feel a little guilty about the weekend – A lot of people I know attended the anti-war rallies held worldwide and bourgeois me swanned off to the Interior Design Show. I do feel badly about it, but I did manage to take some really great pics at the National Trade Centre so let’s just call it even stevens, ok? I may have mentioned in an earlier post that Mondays are Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-890427722003-02-13T12:55:00.000-05:002003-02-13T16:50:44.000-05:00I would like to welcome Paul into the blogging fold. Today I ventured out into the cold and the wind and the snow to pick up a ticket for the Interior Design Show on Saturday at the CNE. My day was made when, at the subway station, a man going up the escalator tripped up the stairs as he watched me walk down the steps - still got it! Woohoo! I popped in at Sam The Record Man to see if my Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-889819122003-02-12T12:33:00.000-05:002003-02-12T14:47:21.000-05:00A short short story The sun shone through the cracked window blinds. The cat squinted and shifted its position on the bed. The house remained silent and the sounds that filtered into the room were that of the traffic outside and the hum of the computer. No dialogue. Only interior monologue – and plenty of it. Stop thinking already. The man standing outside across the road lit a cigarette Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-889357632003-02-11T17:28:00.000-05:002003-02-11T17:35:41.000-05:00Tuesday and I blitzed with the resumes again. I faxed out another 10, emailed 2, and applied to 4 jobs today. Come on people, someone hire me for the love of God! I received a call from an agency that I registered with yesterday about a temp to permanent job. She called once in the morning to say she hadn’t heard anything and once at the end of the day to say the lady doing the hiring is off Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-888716452003-02-10T16:37:00.000-05:002003-02-10T16:45:14.000-05:00Well the weekly update is thus: still no job to report, temped last Wednesday, Thursday and Friday at a law office in a reception position. That was easy enough work, just answering the phones and sending for couriers – my life is so fulfilling. Anyways, this one lawyer stopped to ask me how things were going etc. He asked if I temped a lot, and I said sometimes. He asked if I enjoyed tempingSiobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-885429432003-02-04T13:38:00.000-05:002003-02-04T13:41:39.000-05:00One week on and I don’t have a lot to tell you, I’m sorry to say. I haven’t heard back about that interview (surprise surprise) and as of this post, I don’t have any new ones lined up. Last week I had some kind of stomach bug – I felt yucky all week so I didn’t really get up to much other than lie around taking pills to make my tummy feel better, which it does, by the way. My photography Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-881571782003-01-28T09:54:00.000-05:002003-01-28T09:54:29.000-05:00What news you ask? Well today is Tuesday so I’ve been a bit remiss, not posting for days. The update: went to a fabuloso housewarming party on Saturday night at Mark and Heather’s. Sure it was grand. I enjoyed brandy and coke that evening, and am happy to report (again) that I paced myself pretty nicely (insert pat on shoulder here) so by the time we left, around 5 am (argh!) I passed out Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-879753872003-01-24T16:09:00.000-05:002003-01-24T16:59:59.000-05:00YAY! new readers! Woohoo. No big news for this week - I've been temping the last few days. Just thought I would take this opportunity to let you know that I finally corrected the error on the archives, so now they are all available for your reading pleasure - although if you've been following along, you'll have read them as posts already. And as a plug for a crazy kook of a long-lost, recentlySiobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-877892212003-01-21T11:49:00.000-05:002003-01-21T11:50:20.000-05:00To add insult to injury (this caps off my Monday, then I'll be done complaining) I went to my photography class. I missed the first class last week due to a migraine so I missed out on instructions for this class. I explained to the prof that I had been absent, and asked what I needed to catch up on. He said that he had asked students to shoot a roll of film and to bring it for developing. I Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-877412482003-01-20T14:32:00.000-05:002003-01-20T14:41:30.000-05:00No good news, I'm afraid. Didn't get that job I had the interview for on Friday. Bastards. And here I am at the end of my work stories. Curses. I would like to take this opportunity to point out to those of you overseas who have not been in frequent contact recently, that I miss hearing from you and would love an email or a letter to read in all the spare time I have right now. In other Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-875544562003-01-16T16:56:00.000-05:002003-01-16T17:07:10.000-05:00Where was I? Ah yes, the Conan Doyle. That was a brief stint – I think I was there for 4 weeks, pulling pints, washing glasses, not getting tipped…a memory of note from that pub was one day I went into the Ladies Room, to make sure there was enough toilet paper and in one stall, on the floor next to the toilet, lay a piece of poo. Someone had missed the bowl entirely and their poo landed on theSiobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-874815082003-01-15T11:35:00.000-05:002003-01-15T13:18:59.000-05:00Now its a week later and I am working for a stock photography agency right at Yonge and Bloor, which is fairly “downtown”. It was a good job, and I enjoyed it, although the department was almost all female, and this led to the occasional bitch session/high drama scene. I don’t really have a crazy story about this job, except maybe the Christmas staff party. The whole company plus dates (so Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-874363962003-01-14T16:21:00.000-05:002003-01-14T16:22:55.000-05:00I am looking for a little sympathy here folks – been in bed the last two days with a migraine. No fun at all. Today I am trying a new drug cocktail of Motrin and Excedrin to see if the combination will help alleviate the pain and throbbing in my brain (seeing as the potential side effects of Motrin include mental confusion, I could be onto something here…) Now back to work (and by work I meanSiobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-871664932003-01-09T09:47:00.000-05:002003-01-09T09:52:13.000-05:00We are slowly coming to the end of the university job listings – I did occasional work for the University Community Centre, like handing out student directories (stalker that I am - ask me about that sometime!) and other miscellaneous things, but my the remaining job, research assistant was one of the easiest I ever had. I worked for one of my professors (the one and only Barsky) and he asked meSiobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-870110742003-01-06T11:14:00.000-05:002003-01-06T11:15:45.000-05:00So if I’m talking university time here, I have to include the best job I’ve ever had in terms of fun in the workplace: The Spoke. I started off in the kitchen, in the new building, which although was the shittiest position there in some ways, was also the greatest source of hilarity for me and many of my colleagues. I met some really fantastic people, some of whom I am still close with. While Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-861788972002-12-17T14:19:00.000-05:002002-12-17T14:21:33.000-05:00No news on the job front as yet but I’ve made some follow-up calls (hire me dammit) so I just have to wait a little longer. I think I may have confused the order of some of the jobs, so bear with me if it doesnt all make sense, but after working for my dad: Next came university and with it several part time jobs thru the years I spent at Western. My first was at the Medway Hall Snack Bar (or “Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-859610062002-12-13T15:34:00.000-05:002002-12-13T15:36:45.000-05:00Dominos Pizza – ah the memories. Oh, I could toss the dough with the best of them – my boss was some kind of Dominos speed dough tossing champion and he showed me the ropes (which I forget when I’m drunk – reference to Stobies incident – hahaha). This was my first real, busy, customer service type job – I worked with a bunch of monkeys who had their moments. Things of note from Dominos: 1) Mr Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-859017682002-12-12T12:21:00.000-05:002002-12-12T12:26:47.000-05:00So where was i? ah yes. Babysitting. Oh the tales I could tell, of miscreant children who ran riot in the house the moment the parents left and it was all I could do to race after them with a hoover. One household had 3 kids, and I am willing bet that at least 2 of them are in prison or have served time. These would be the same kids who threw a huge potted plant down the stairs (soil EVERYWHERESiobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-857554452002-12-09T19:59:00.000-05:002002-12-09T20:01:05.000-05:00Right. I didn’t get that job – so what. I have another interview lined up for next week, and I’ve done a short temping stint. No worries. I’ve received a request for an account of all the jobs I’ve ever had (i.e. lots). Since this may be a bit of a task, I’ve decided to write it up in installments on this blog – I have also noted that I haven’t done much in the way of installments since I Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-852311872002-11-28T19:33:00.000-05:002002-11-28T19:34:38.000-05:00So, who's up for that mass suicide I was talking about? Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-851710322002-11-27T12:57:00.000-05:002002-11-27T12:58:41.000-05:00The interview went well, I think. It was quite short but I answered all their questions as best I could. Have to wait til Friday or Monday to find out if I got it or not - if not, who's in for a mass suicide? (Ok, that is an inside joke that I've gone on too much about, but it makes me laugh). Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-850767892002-11-25T17:51:00.000-05:002002-11-26T10:28:36.000-05:00Sorry for the lack of updates. So what has been going on in my life since we last spoke, you ask? Well sit down and let me tell you a tale or two. Last Wednesday I had an interview at an insurance company for a reception position. I chatted easily with the interviewer, and things went well until she began asking me questions in French – actually those were ok until she asked me to “describe Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-844314562002-11-12T14:47:00.000-05:002002-11-12T14:48:01.000-05:00Well it's Tuesday Novemeber 12th and I am still looking for a job. Boring. New topic - Last Thursday I went to see The Divine Comedy at the Horseshoe Tavern. It was a great show, including the opening band (whose name I forget). The crowd was a mix of older fans (like myself) and the younger kiddies who were there for reasons unknown, but everyone seemed to enjoy themselves. One man slouchedSiobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-841748052002-11-07T10:25:00.000-05:002002-11-07T10:27:01.000-05:00Yesterday was interesting. I had made arrangements to register with a temp agency. A friend of mine had recommended them so I thought I would give them a go. I arrived at their office early, so I was prepared to wait a while in reception. The receptionist received about 4 personal calls during this time so those of us sitting there (there was a young man for a while, then a woman of about 40)Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-838883002002-11-01T15:08:00.000-05:002002-11-01T15:16:25.000-05:00Wednesday night I was lucky enough to attend the Sigur Ros gig at Massey Hall. It was amazing. First of all, it was my first time at Massey Hall, which is a lovely venue. Our seats were pretty great – 8 rows from the front, just off to the left. My only complaint was that there was minimal leg room, and I have pretty short legs to begin with. But whatev, right? The opening act was a solo Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-832617522002-10-20T16:11:00.000-04:002002-10-20T16:14:26.000-04:00Saturday was hangover day. Yes, a true Sio hangover with puke and everything - all day long - sigh. Goddamn. Friday night was a night out at Lees Palace. We went to see The Sadies - very good kind of cool countryish kind of band. It was one of those nights that I didnt realise how drunk I was until I knocked over my drink at the bar - the bartender didnt look too happy, but what was I Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-824336052002-10-02T17:04:00.000-04:002002-10-02T17:08:54.000-04:00Apologies. Toronto has been quiet this week. Word of the day is sgraffito: a form of decoration made by scratching through wet plaster on a wall - Feel free to look up the etymology of graffiti now. I remain unimpressed with this one. Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-823980172002-10-01T23:19:00.000-04:002002-10-01T23:20:18.000-04:00Well. Notes to self (to be read by whomever): entered but did not win Best British Blog competition. Ach well. Seeing as I would have had to forfeit my crown and title as I am now back in Canadia, I guess it all worked out in the end; new title for blog required, suggestions welcome (I'm not making any promises about using them, mind you. Right, so, here I am in Toronto. No crazy adventures Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-819928772002-09-23T09:54:00.000-04:002002-09-23T11:16:45.000-04:00Tuesday I saw Morrissey at the Royal Albert Hall. I think it may be my favourite venue to see bands – the sound is great and it is just so beautiful. The opening band were quite good even tho we didn’t catch their name – I think it was Thrilled. Morrissey started off a bit over the top and aloof at the same time but he eventually warmed up the crowd who were all ecstatic to see him. He playedSiobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-818160692002-09-19T06:51:00.000-04:002002-09-19T06:51:55.533-04:00You may or may not have noticed a change to the title of my blog - this was due to a complaint about the crappiness of "The Reach of Children" as a title. Strange Brew is a temporary title and will be changed shortly when I decide on a new one that I like. Thank you Goodbye.Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-817721442002-09-18T10:03:00.000-04:002002-09-18T10:03:23.460-04:00The other night I was walking down the road to my house - it was dark, and lateish, but I was only about 2 minutes away from my house. I heard footsteps behind me so I turned around to make myself aware of who was there. It was a man in his mid thirties. As he saw me turning around, he began to run towards me. But as he did so, he announced very loudly to me that he was just in a hurry to getSiobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-813526462002-09-09T08:34:00.000-04:002002-09-09T08:34:36.006-04:00I would also like to note here that we have a new blogger among us: http://beth_news.blogspot.com/Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-813524862002-09-09T08:29:00.000-04:002002-09-10T06:48:00.000-04:00On Friday night I went to a “bad taste party” which was a fundraiser for some guy running the New York Marathon – but whatev – a party’s a party, right? In the spirit of the event, I decided to search the internet for short jokes in bad taste – they were to be found, let me tell you. I printed off about 6 pages of them, then sliced them up on the office guillotine (rather obviously I’m afraid, Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-811834962002-09-05T07:25:00.000-04:002002-09-09T09:37:56.000-04:00So much to say, so little time! will make brief notes and elaborate later. Reading Festival Aug 23 - Amazing! Had a fab day in the sunshine watching some top bands perform - highlights: Moldy Peaches - hilarious, Weezer - got me up dancing, The Strokes - my boys! pure rock stars!!! Wednesday 28 - Sept 3 - Basel As for Switzerland. I arrived without incident and spent my first couple of days in Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-805628672002-08-22T06:38:00.000-04:002002-08-22T06:45:23.000-04:00Yesterday was my friend Vanessa’s birthday so, no thanks to her planning, a group of us managed to meet up for a leisurely meal at Tiger Lils in Notting Hill. The atmosphere was great, the food was fun to eat (it was kind of buffet style, in that you take your plate over to a smorgasbord, fill it with desired items then pass it over to one of the chefs who flame stir fries it right in front of Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-804245452002-08-19T07:42:00.000-04:002002-08-19T07:44:25.000-04:00Friday night I went to see Stones in his Pockets at the Duke of York Theatre. I have to say I was impressed with what I saw. It was a 2-man show, but between them they played 15 characters. A smidge confusing at first, but you pick it up quite quickly. The theatre was lovely, if hot. There seemed to be no air circulating and I think this caused more fidgeting from the audience than would Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-803145432002-08-16T07:21:00.000-04:002002-08-16T07:48:47.000-04:00Last night I went out to meet up with a friend. It was a lovely evening, still light out and still quite warm. As I sat at the bus stop waiting, I decided to put on a little lip balm. Rooting around in my handbag, I fished out my “make-up” bag and rooted around in that until I felt the little pot-shape of my Blistex Lip Conditioner with SPF 20. I was kind of in a daze at this moment, for no Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-801790152002-08-13T06:15:00.000-04:002002-08-13T07:55:09.000-04:00Holy smoke! It’s been over a month since I’ve posted anything and so much has happened! Well, let’s see. The week after my last post was boring and uneventful. I was counting down the days until my family arrived in Scotland for a wedding we all went to in Ireland. On the morning of the 25th, my cousin and his girlfriend came to pick me up as we were driving over to Swansea in Wales, to catch Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-788676712002-07-12T12:14:00.000-04:002002-07-17T10:11:48.000-04:00Last Thursday my friend Paul and I went to the National Portrait gallery to see the exhibition “She Bop” which was meant to be a celebration of 20 top female rock icons – I have to say I was most disappointed. It was located in a small downstairs room which was half full of people milling around sipping wine. Not many were actually looking at the photographs (I’ll get to THOSE in a minute) Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-787273572002-07-09T07:59:00.000-04:002002-07-09T07:59:08.903-04:00This past weekend was one of the best I’ve had in a while! Friday night I went clubbing with friends from Western – we hit Heaven around midnight (incidentally, Heaven is owned by Richard Branson) and danced til we could dance no more. For the most part, we were surrounded by the requisite smelly men (cos its never just the one man!) who think that they have a chance and dance right up close toSiobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-785463212002-07-04T07:45:00.000-04:002002-07-04T07:49:19.000-04:00Last night I was on a boat. That’s right – a moored boat on the Thames. The night was fresh and pleasant. The event was an invite-only (oooooohhh) for a Mr Scruff/Homelife gig sponsored by Ninja Tunes (i tried making a link here but i keep getting the japanese version which is no good to those of you who dont read japanese). The boat is named Walk the Plank and is presently being used for a Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-784193592002-07-01T10:56:00.000-04:002002-07-01T10:56:18.270-04:00HAPPY CANADA DAY! No big stories to report as I had a quiet weekend. Off to the Maple Leaf bar tonight in Covent Garden - the only Canadian bar in London, to enjoy a few caesars with my fellow ex-pats, and likely a shedload of Aussies and Kiwis as well (they like to get in on the Commonwealth party action)Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-782693822002-06-27T10:31:00.000-04:002002-06-27T10:31:27.406-04:00"Salad makes you shit!" was a loud announcement from someone in my office today. Hahaha! A sentiment shared by readers all over the world!Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-780252892002-06-21T10:16:00.000-04:002002-06-21T10:30:50.000-04:00word of the day: onolatry - worship of asses or donkeys On the topic of insects mentioned earlier in the week, I would like to add that today a package arrived for said boss. Not just a pretty face, I opened the delivery note first to see where the package had come from as the box had a suspicious label on it - oh yes - the package was from a company called Live Bait, and indeed, inside the Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-779358922002-06-19T11:04:00.000-04:002002-06-19T11:04:44.283-04:00So its a clear and sunny and hot - the fans in the office are on full tilt, rotating the day away. I'm sipping away at a 500 ml bottle of pilfered Budvar (pilfered from the staff kitchen fridge) and surfing the net and making personal calls, one foot up on my desk - ahhh - does it get any better? Everyone is out at a client meeting and I have been left to hold the fort. Well! I've missed two Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-778882872002-06-18T09:56:00.000-04:002002-06-18T09:56:27.753-04:00word of the day: hircismus - having smelly armpits Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-778880852002-06-18T09:49:00.000-04:002002-06-18T09:49:14.046-04:00Last night I met up with some friends for a drink since the day had been so hot and the evening was sunny and pleasant. We went to a beer garden (a.k.a patio) and chatted the night away. Walking towards the tube, we heard a loud voice heading our way. Peering into the pale darkness of the half-lit street, we saw a man on a bicycle, pedalling furiously. He was a young black man, probably mid Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-777358132002-06-14T07:48:00.000-04:002002-06-14T07:48:01.483-04:00word of the day - matutolypea: getting up on the wrong side of the bed Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-776501882002-06-12T08:16:00.000-04:002002-06-12T08:34:30.000-04:00I am currently reading Alain de Botton’s latest book The Art of Travel. In the spirit of travel, I only read it on my way to and from work, or while I’m on the Tube or bus. I just finished one section which made me quite sad but I’m past that now, and still thoroughly enjoying it. I highly recommend any of his books (they speak to me very strongly and echo/put into words thoughts of my own). Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-774662332002-06-07T12:12:00.000-04:002002-06-07T12:12:13.453-04:00word of the day: floccillation - a delirious picking at bedclothesSiobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-773782302002-06-05T11:53:00.000-04:002002-06-05T11:53:45.456-04:00word of the day: gaposis - a gap between buttoned buttons or closed snaps on a garment (I am suffering from this affliction today)Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-773781352002-06-05T11:51:00.000-04:002002-06-05T11:51:23.986-04:00Well Wednesday is here. I enjoyed a long weekend. Saturday I decided to go for a roam, and dropped in on my old flatmates new pad. I have to mention here that en route I was on the bus, at the front on the upper deck. I had my headphones in, my shades on and my feet up. Another bus was edging past us at one point, so I was level with the passengers on the upper deck of that one – out of the Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-771825672002-05-31T09:59:00.000-04:002002-05-31T09:59:31.796-04:00word of the day- red wine gives me a headache note: ben kweller is actually the name of the guy who sings (not the name of the "band" as i so foolishly and hastily posted earlier ok - the real word of the day is: imprecation - the act of cursing; to invoke evil upon (so thats what its called - the next time i give someone the stinkeye for wronging me, i'll know)Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400375.post-771401002002-05-30T09:38:00.000-04:002002-05-31T09:55:38.000-04:00it's on the tip of my tongue...word of the day: loganamnosis /LAHG an um NOH sis/ - an obsession with trying to recall a forgotten word Last night I had the treat of seeing a few bands play at the Shepherds Bush Empire. I enjoy seeing gigs at the Empire as it reminds me of the Opera House in Toronto, where I spent many a night in my high school years watching great shows in a warm welcoming Siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814034686185618587noreply@blogger.com0