All gone!

This might be my most pathetic post so far. I could suddenly turn it around and surprise myself, but I'm distracted by the Lost finale. To be honest, I haven't loved the show the same way that I used to before this season. It's sort of like an old friend who used to be fun, but at some point they broke their personality somehow, but you still keep hanging out with them because you remember how they used to be fun. Then, at the end of every visit you think, "Why was this fun again?" But you've invested so much time into them that you just can't give up on it. That is Lost to me.

I've already put in so much time that I feel like I should probably finish it up, hence watching the finale as I write this. I'm amused, but not enthralled, as I was in the past. Since so many of my friends and family seem to have given up on watching it live, I'm not going to reveal anything here so that they don't destroy me, even though at this point in the episode, I feel like the world (well, the Lost watching world) is going to sigh a collective "Oh, really? huh," tomorrow, so I'm not worried about spoiling too much. It might turn it around, I don't know. Unfortunately, so far, it seems like this post won't.

Since I feel don't feel particularly amusing tonight, I figured I should probably steal other peoples amusing qualities. The following are pictures of the ice cream bowl that my grandfather made for me a few years ago (or many, time is a mystery to me).



You probably noted that it's the most fabulous bowl you've ever seen. Good assessment. Please don't steal it from me, because I love it very much. The reason that my grandfather made such a bowl for me is that I love sugar, as you might have noted if you've read one or more of my previous posts. When I was younger, I used to speed skate. I liked it because I got to go fast and play with sharp things, but I hated it because I wasn't very good at winning. My grandfather noted this fact and traced it back to my weak start. I'm not sure why it was so weak, maybe I just wasn't as afraid as gunshots as most preteens are. So, to encourage me to improve my start, he promised me chocolate if I received a penalty for false starting. Once, I was in a race with a false start, I don't think it was me, but I can still remember him beckoning me over to him later. As I got close up, he opened his jacket to reveal a chocolate bar. He was like a 70 year old drug dealer, but instead of drugs, he had chocolate. He was good at it, because I'm still hooked.

Wow, this show has an impressive number of commercial breaks. So, I think it's time for a happy song of the day before Lost completely shuts my head down. Light and Day by the Polyphonic Spree. I swear I've listened to it every morning I feel like I just can't get started for the past 5 or 6 years. Even though it's ridiculous for a ginger to seek out the sun, due to the burning and subsequent death due to burning, it's still happy.

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I'm visiting my brother Shamus in BC this week. I don't get to fly often, so I got pretty excited about it today. I got up early yesterday morning to check in online and stake my claim on a window seat. As I was boarding today, I realized I'd inadvertently chosen a seat in row 15, one of the evil numbers from Lost. I think, as a rule, when flying one should try to avoid anything that could be connected to Lost, like knives or polar bears, so I'm not sure what possessed me to choose one of the numbers. As we took off, I noticed a 23 on the runway and decided I was most likely screwed. I was wrong, but I'm still going to stick with that rule, just in case (and I hate polar bears anyways).

When I fly I like to think of the beginning of Fight Club and wonder if this is the flight where I'll finally get to meet my soap making alter-ego. Could it be the middle-aged Asian woman beside me? I'm thinking that it probably isn't because she seems quite perturbed by me staring at her as I try to size her up. I guess I'll just have to wait until the next time I fly to meet my alter-ego. I bet she'll be tall.

Since my jinxing the flight didn't make it crash on a mysterious island (in Saskatchewan...?) I am now able to blog to you from Shamus' apartment where he lives with his wife Lilliput, their baby Char-char Junior the Second and their rabbit, Alfred Von Bunnikins. Alfred has been shedding lately, so their is fur everywhere. It kind of rolls around the place, like tumbleweeds. I'm trying to figure out how to monetize on it somehow, but the only idea I have so far is that when Char-char is a bit older we can use her tiny dexterous fingers to create elaborate rabbit fur crafts to sell at various novelty shows. Or maybe we can use it to make her whiskers and somehow make money off the resulting cuteness.

Well, that's about all that happened today. I had thought that a plane ride would give lots of blog material, but apparently not so much. The following are some thoughts that don't really have much follow up. Edmonton is a very nice city for a stopover. The writers block in me wishes they were jerks instead, because that makes for good blogging. Mountains make me happy, because of the tallness. I'd like to be a flight attendant because it's like you get to perform a show every time you tell people how not to die in the event of an accident. This random assortment of facts does not a blog make, but I will still put them in to bulk it up.

Actually, I forgot to put something into my blog yesterday, and that to mention the CN tower is exciting to Byla because she's from Yellowknife, where all structures are made of ice, so nothing even close to the CN towers size has ever been built because of the inevitable tower floods in the summer. Sometimes, it's fun to mock where people come from. Just kidding, Byla, you know I'm just jealous because you can stay at a bar until closing and walk home in the sunlight. Actually, I'm not, because I'm a ginger, so sunlight is my enemy.

This post has gone downhill fast, I'm going to blame jet-lag, which is confusing me into thinking that I should have the energy to write this, because the world is still light. But I don't. I wish I'd brought my crayons. Tomorrow I'll get Char-char to write this. She seems to have some awesome graphic design skills. Also, she's a baby, so everything she does is automatically entertaining.