-It's shocking that if I miss a day of LJ, I have to scroll back 140 entries to catch up. I think I'm watching a few too many communities.
-Chocolate milk in canada rocks. It tastes so much better than what I can find in the UK.
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Oh, and just so you all know
A quick entry
A few quick bits that I will expand on later:
– Lugging 30 pounds of prezzies is fucking heavy
– Met Michel and Sara at Weinsteins. Food porn. Watermelon porn. All good.
– My cat is now fucking HUGE! yet still insane and addicted to catnip.
– I have been awake for 2 hours and doing computer tech support for 1.5 of them. Such is my lot in life.
More later, must go eat.
Canadia – day 1 – The more things change…
The key points from yesterday:
- International air travel is boring. We spent 7.5 hours sitting down at 36,000ft
- The little screen above us had shit-poor picture quality and the larger screen at the front of the cabin was projecting in sepiatone. WTF? I watched Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and it was painful because it was between fuzzy reception and blurry sepiatone. Fun.
- Customs at Ottawa airport were interesting because I didn't know if I should declare myself a visitor or a resident. Given that I don't have a current address in Canada, I had to declare myself a visitor to my own damn country :)
- It's somewhat amusing that all our clothing fits inside a carry-on bag, but we still brought a fucking huge and heavy suitcase full of prezzies.
I finished wrapping most of the presents up this morning while Katy was having a nap. It's good that she's finally getting some rest – it'll do her good. I want this trip to be stress-free and fun-filled. I'm looking into how we're going to get to Montreal tomorrow. I'm thinking the train, because that would drop us off directly at Bonaventure, right at the Salon des Metiers d'arts.
It's weird a bit to be back in Canada. It seems that I really settled into Cambridge life. When I walked into my folks' house, I saw all the old surroundings and all my old stuff that I couldn't bring. Like my TV. Damn, that thing was big. From talking to Katy, it probably wouldn't even fit inside our flat.
As to the title of this post, I'm currently fixing my dad's computer :)
Very important note to self
Never, ever, EVER use J&J babywash to shave when you run out of shaving foam unless you enjoy scaring people.
That's something new
Stalking boobs to the tune of the Jaws theme is fun :) It also makes getting dressed quite a workout :)
finally, the mad cleaning rush is over!
All the bits and bobs have been cleaned, vacuumed, polished, de-moulded and put away. Most of the prezzies are wrapped, all the clothing is packed. We're ready to leave for Leicester, which means that we are officially on vacation. Give me a hoo-ah, please.
HOO-AH!
Hmph
The house is full of holiday chocolate and I can't have any because it all has traces of nuts. That sucks.
I can't be bothered to think anymore
I am officially stopping my work day now.
This day hasn't been the best one in a while. Lets see the high points:
- The 3am 100-meter bread-machine dash to take a loaf of bread out of the machine before it gets soggy to hell and gone.
- Almost missing my bus this morning.
- Realizing that the workflow I started last night before going home, which had been running all night, was using the wrong codebase and therefore was more than useless.
- Having a fire drill sprung on me.
- Having a meeting sprung on me.
- Spending the rest of my day wrestling with an interoperability problem of having to get java to talk nicely with C# and perl and then realizing that it's fucking impossible and a huge pain in the ass.
So yes, right just this minute, I wish I was home and a bit drunk.
Update: To round out this day, I fell asleep on the bus and when I woke up in a rush to get off at my stop, I left the plastic bag with all my lunch tupperware of the week and two forks. Go me :(
can i sit down now?
So tonight, I have:
– washed the dishes, twice†
– made two loaves of bread
– done two loads of laundry and folded one
– wrapped up all the presents for her parents and her secret santa
Organized me is scary.
†I swear, when Katy is feeling better, she owes me a month of washing up!
On another note, I've been stupidly burpy all day. I really need to shake up my diet because something is giving me gas, to the point where it's painful and I'm burping for hours on end. I'm so sexy when that happens too…