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Je suis malaaaaaaaaade

Posted on December 16, 2009 By admin

We are all malaaaaaade these days.

It’s rough goings in the Cote household these days. The beastie was cutting molars last week, so he was in a right grump and he was running a continuous low-grade fever for days. Katy had to take the week off, which really stirred things up for her work (again! gits!!!). I had a few nights of sweaty, fever-ish sleep and I thought that’d be the worst of it, but whatever I have is getting nastier. I sound like I’m a 2-pack a day smoker (which is ironic considering that I stopped smoking months ago). I’m horking up green bits like crazy and my nose is a faucet. I’m so sexay at the moment, it’s scary.

Now the beastie seems to have caught whatever I have because he sounded like a sea lion last night a few hours after we put him to bed. He slept through the night, even though he had a few coughing spells. I didn’t really sleep though, because I was too anxious about him waking up crying. I really need to work on that. It’s rather ironic that I’m so worried about him not feeling well and waking up crying (and waking me up in a panic) that I don’t sleep myself. Yeah, that’s useful…

Katy’s pulled a muscle in her shoulder and is also getting a cold.

The whole household needs a bit of pampering, but it’s in limited supply at the moment.

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Tolstopoodles and donkeys

Posted on December 16, 2009 By admin

We had to get Tolstoy shaved because, minger that he is, he doesn’t goom his fur and won’t let us brush him so he gets dreadlocked and it just looks painful. We took him to the vet to get a good brushing under sedation (we have to do this once a year or so) and when we went to pick him up, the nurse said “we had to shave off a bit more fur than expected, but don’t worry, he’s fine”.

 

We have a poodle. The only things that are not shorn are his head, tail, lower paws and a bit around his ass. The rest of him is gone. His tail is wider than his actual body. The thing is though, ever since we got him done, he’s been like his old self again and has gotten uber clingy. He’s taken to sleeping on the bed with us most every night. It’d be cute if he didn’t weigh so damn much. He’s small, but it’s all muscle.

In other news, the beastie was in a Christmas play in the nursery yesterday. All the small kids were random nativity-esque animals. Ours was a donkey (though the only requirement was to be dressed in grey). We were quite proud of him. He didn’t cry (he seemed to enjoy the attention, in a bemused sort of way) and he clapped enthusiastically at all the right places. Katy could have burst something she was so proud.





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You can’t un-see some things… and I will never be the same again.

Posted on December 16, 2009 By admin

I’ve seen some horrible shit online. I’ve grown blase of the grotesque.

But this…

…this just makes me want to cry.

In 1993, Kevin Carter, a freelance photographer, was in Sudan to photograph the rebel movement in the famine-stricken country. Seeking relief from the sight of masses of people starving to death, he wandered into the open bush. He heard a soft, high-pitched whimpering and saw a tiny girl trying to make her way to the feeding center. As he crouched to photograph her, a vulture landed in view. Careful not to disturb the bird, he positioned himself for the best possible image. He would later say he waited about 20 minutes, hoping the vulture would spread its wings. It did not, and after he took his photographs, he chased the bird away and watched as the little girl resumed her struggle, panting. Afterwards he sat under a tree, lit a cigarette, talked to God and cried. Nobody knows what happened to the child.

This image won Carter the Pulitzer in 1994. He killed himself from depression a few months later.

I know I’m not in a good frame of mind these days. I’m far from my happy place. But this reminds me that things could be a hell of a lot worse, and that maybe I should be thankful about that.

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Places I have lived

Posted on December 7, 2009December 7, 2009 By admin


11 Fortin, Gatineau


2960 Edouard-Montpetit, Montreal


3525 Aylmer, Montreal


1464 St-Marc, Montreal


4872 Dornal, Montreal

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It’s been a shit day all around

Posted on December 2, 2009 By admin

Once again, I am reminded of just how craptabulous the bus service is here. My favouritest bus ever, the Citi7, was not only 20 minutes late, it also bombed right past me without stopping.

The receptionist at work noticed my soggy state when I came back in and said “at least the day is almost over”. Sadly, it’s not because the beastie is still feeling under the weather and Katy and I are both in zombie-mode, operating at very low-level brain functions. Last night, we were up from 2:30 to 5am – this after going to bed at 11:30.

It’s been a long day.

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24 days to Christmas!

Posted on December 1, 2009December 1, 2009 By admin

The beastie wasn’t feeling all that great this weekend. His temperature spiked on Saturday night and has been up and down since, and our nights have been less than peaceful. Still, he seems to have had a better day today so hopefully he’s starting to get on top of whatever bug he’s picked up.

Sunday was a truly shit day, weather-wise, so we spent it inside putting up the Christmas tree. I had a helper (though he was more interested in trying to eat everything in sight so we did most of the trimming while he was taking a nap).

  

I’m amazed that the tree has been up for two days, so far, and the cats haven’t been at it (yet!). Still, go tree!

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When in Rome, do like the Romans do.

Posted on December 1, 2009December 1, 2009 By admin

I’ve discovered that I like Rome, and that November is a great time to visit.

I attended the EMBL Council meeting that was held in Rome in the last week of November, and the weather was balmy. People were sitting outside, eating in terraces and walking in shorts and t-shirts. The tourist volume was also very low, according to locals.

I’ve also come to the conclusion that Ryanair are bastards with carry on luggage allowance. They had us queueing in the departure lounge for half an hour while they measured that all carry-on bags fit in the little blue rack. There was drama in the queue as overloaded italians were complaining. I saw a man trying to close his suitcase by sitting on it, while wearing 2 winter coats. He also had fabulously chavtastic bling and designer stubble. Fantabulous!

We made it to Rome without major hiccup. It was amazing to see Roman aqueducts from the air, right next to modern train tracks. The hotel, apparently a very posh one, was rather bemused at my dietary requirements but they did their best not to kill me. One thing I discovered about Italy is that everybody – and I do mean everybody – says that “the rules are just a suggestion”. Crossing the street becomes a challenge. Apparently the key is to show no fear. If you blindly set out from the corner, the traffic will stop. If you’re hesitant, they’ll ignore you. Either way, you run a good chance of still being run over :)

There was a little memo card on the desk in the hotel, saying that local fire prevention regulations prevent ironing/tea making facilities from being made available in the rooms. This little memo card was located right next to an ashtray and complimentary pack of matches.

Indeed.

I made a tactical error when I thought that the formal council dinner was on the Tuesday and our informal Staff Association dinner was on the Monday. Turns out it was the other way around, so I ended up going to a very posh dinner with all the council delegated wearing blue jeans and a sweater. The good news was that I was with the rest of the plebs, way at the back of the room, so nobody really noticed or cared. The food was good, the wine was ample, which was a very good thing considering that there was about an hour of speeches with a non-functional microphone. The people at the head tables seemed to be enjoying them, but the only thing we heard of the speeches were sounds of Charlie Brown’s mother. This again being Italy, a dinner that was supposed to be ending at 10 was cut short at 11:30, when we were told that the buses were leaving in 5 minutes (and most people had just been served their pudding).

I had a decent breakfast the following morning, fuelling up for a full day of listening to people (thank god for wifi). I had lunch with the council delegates from the UK, Luxembourg and Finland. The council meeting went well and we got through the agenda in one day. All the contentious points passed (though one required a bit of back-room deal-making, but such is politics).

I ate more pineapple and rocket than I can remember in recent times, and drunk way too much (good!) coffee, which is probably a good thing considering all that wine.

We had time to go walking on Tuesday night, before going to our SA dinner. We went to the Pantheon and then crossed the Tiber to go to a restaurant in Trastevere called Ripa 12 that is supposed to be well known for its fish. I tried some really nice tuna carpaccio and had excellent swordfish. And more wine. And then GELATO! At midnight. In November. Brilliant :)

The italian mentality for not giving a damn about the rules came up again while we were heading back to the hotel. We were told never to buy a bus or tram ticket. They have to pay people to check them – so they don’t – and if they do happen to find you without a ticket, they generally just drop you off at the next stop.

On Wednesday, I channeled my inner Italian and decided to go to the Colosseum and to the Forum in the time I had before my flight back to the UK (I even took the bus without a ticket on my way back!). I had a really good time at the Colosseum and my piece of advice is to always book a tour guide. It cost me 20 euro to get ticket entrances to the Colosseum and the Palatine gardens, with guided tours for both. This might seem a lot, but if you consider that entry fees for both are generally 12 euro, and you get 3 hours of tour guides in total, that’s not a bad deal. What’s the clincher though is that you bypass all the normal queues! That’s worth the money by itself.

I wish I had had more time to visit the Palatine and the ruins of the Forum, but I had to cut my tour short so I wouldn’t miss my cab to the airport. Still, I had a very good morning and took lots of pictures.

   
   
    

All of these, and more, are available here: http://www.flubu.com/various_pics/rome_nov_2009/

My flight back was uninteresting and I wanted to kill the drunken lot behind me, but such is cheap air travel. The airport gods were clement on the way back though, because I managed to get through immigration and baggage reclaim at Stansted in less than 10 minutes. Unheard of!

Random quote of the airport, as said to a custom’s officer: Excuse me sir, but somebody’s sausage fell out near the baggage carousel.

The gods giveth, the gods taketh away. Our cab driver managed to misplace his parking ticket, so he had to make his way back to the terminal and get that fixed. We came back fairly chipper though, and when I asked him what sort of fine he had to pay, he said it was only £2. I asked him was his secret was and he said that he looked pitiful and sorry for himself. I said that that normally only works if you’re blonde and perky, but he said that it also works if you’re old and senile :)

Made it home, kissed Katy, ate take-away. All in all, a good trip :)

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Random quotes

Posted on December 1, 2009December 1, 2009 By admin

I’ve been accumulating bits of paper with random quotes in my wallet for the past few weeks, in the hopes that I’d finally take the time to post everything. So here goes:

Katy: I always feel better after my bi-annual mental breakdown.

Me: Yell if you need aught.
Katy: God, you sound like me but with a Canadian accent. It’s so bizare!

Katy: At my funeral, make sure that everybody has lots of cake
(while we got lost, walking in a cemetery, in Leics)

Official diagnostic for the Beastie, as given by our local GP, when he was feeling under the weather a few weeks ago: Iwantadaywithmommyitis.

Katy: *laughs maniacally*
Mel: Do you have feathers down your drawers?
Me: Do I need to topiary the aviary?
Katy: You know what they say about a bird in the hand
Me: It’s worth two in the bush?
Katy: *laughs maniacally*

I agree, gentle reader, for a few of those, you had to be there :)

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Get down with your bad self, uh-huh!

Posted on November 27, 2009August 28, 2019 By admin

We’ve noticed that the beastie has learned to head bop along to music he likes.

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Usury is alive and well in the UK

Posted on November 19, 2009November 19, 2009 By admin

Katy got some postal spam yesterday from a “personal finance” company that targets people with a bad credit history. It’s all shiny and lovey and sparkly, telling her how she can get lots of stuff for cheap, and how she can “make this Christmas the best ever!”

Among the shiny-shiny, there’s this little gem:

At first, I thought it was a typo, but no. It does, in fact, say 235.5% APR.

And if things couldn’t get any sillier, I went on their website and had a play with their loan calculator. There’s a little disclaimer, hidden away in the FAQ, that reads:

The Annual Percentage Rate (APR) on your loan will depend on how much you want to borrow and how many weeks you choose to repay it over.

So, if you try and borrow the maximum amount of money they’ll lend (£500) for the shortest period (23 weeks), it works out like to a weekly payment of £32.50, for a total repayment of £747.50. In other words, you get charged an APR of 545.2%

And people wonder why the UK has one of the worst credit profiles in Europe.

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