All this rain is making Kiki grumpy. I feel the same way.

I’m trying out some new themes and colour schemes, so if things look really crappy or broken, that’s why. I’ll try to finish it up today. If you see something you really love or really hate, let me know!
Happy Canada Day!
Not sure whether I’m going downtown for the celebrations. The weather looks pretty unpredictable and I don’t really feel like being stuck in crowds and soaking wet. We’ll see. The fireworks (again, weather permitting) can be viewed from my balcony, and that’s all I really want to see. Ottawa’s Canada Day fireworks are possibly the most entertaining and gorgeous use of taxpayers’ money.
Oh, and I guess today’s the best day to out myself -
I got my security clearance and start work with the RCMP in August. I’m a civilian member, so I don’t get a gun or horse or uniform, but I’m pretty excited nonetheless. Employment = good.
Michael Jackson’s Bad was the first real record I ever owned. My parents gave it to me on vinyl for my 6th birthday, if I remember correctly. They had all the earlier albums, but Bad was mine. I fondly remember doing my terrible white girl dancing in the living room to his music. Watching Thriller countless times. I am genuinely shocked and saddened by his death. I didn’t expect that I’d feel like this. Not at all.
I hope he’s at peace wherever he is now.
Yesterday was my birthday. I turned 27. I don’t feel old, but I don’t feel as young as I used to. I had an excellent day. Got lots of shout-outs from my friends, ate some great food, and spent the day with A. It was low-key, but that’s what I wanted. Bizarrely, I got a lot of birthday emails from websites I’m registered at. And online stores I’ve shopped at. Very odd. For example, Blingee.com sent me the above monstrosity. I guess I registered with them back in the MySpace days.
A got me some flowers. Orange flowers make me happy. He also got me something I’ve had way too much of over the past 2 days…
Yes – A Dairy Queen ice cream cake! I’d never had one, so I thought I’d ask for one before it becomes too ridiculous to do so. I guess 27 isn’t too late. The DQ folks were instructed to write “Em” on the cake, but “M” is way cooler. *cue music*
Anyway… I think there’s about 1/3 of it left now. I don’t want to think about it.
I got some other nice stuff, such as a Jack LaLanne Power Juicer (!), a bunch of yarn, a haiku, and some money, but you don’t need to see those. Birthdays, what with the shout-outs and gifts, remind me how great my friends are. Thanks folks. :)
So! I’ve been missing in action, I know. I’ve attempted several posts, but Wordpress 2.8 ate them and I was too mad to rewrite them all. This Wordpress thing continues to fuck with me. Thank god this blog is just “for fun” and not “for serious”. If I was losing money or customers, I’d be really ticked off.
Anyhow, on top of my blog problems, I’ve had my father here from Thursday – Saturday. I was awesome and kept me off of the computer. I’m so glad he could come down here for a bit. I think he enjoyed himself. We went to all the restaurants he likes, a few trips to stores that don’t exist in Minden, hit up Casino Lac Leamy, and even took in a midnight movie at the Mayfair. All good. I really wish they would move up here, and I think I might have won dad over a bit this week. I think Mom would move here in a second, but dad’s a tougher one to convince.
Happy Solstice. Happy longest day of the year. (I’ve slept through most of it, to be honest.)
My birthday is on Tuesday. I’ll be 27. I’m cool with that. These days, with everyone getting ill and all the bullshit going on in the world, I’m grateful for every day I can get. It sounds super-cheesey, but it’s true.
Anyhow, hopefully I shall have more of a presence here in the coming days, weeks, etc.
Ok. I wouldn’t call myself a Wordpress Expert, but I’m not a complete n00b either. I just spent about an hour and a half fiddling with the site. Ended up disabling all my plug-ins, and having to use this crappy theme in order to get it to work.
If you haven’t upgraded to 2.8, DON’T. Wait for a few more releases. It’s complete crap.
So if you’ve been coming to see my “testing” and “please work” blank posts, I’m sorry. I didn’t anticipate this much trouble. Silly me.
In other, better news, Happy Birthday to my awesome Dad!
He’s amazing and he’s been through so much unnecessary bullshit this year, and I don’t know how he does it. Let’s hope the next year is better than the last. Karma will bite the offending parties in the ass, in the end.
Kiki has had an uneventful week. She has been spoiled by multiple brushes from A. I can’t do it because of my allergies. Luckily A doesn’t have any allergies and Kiki loves it when he brushes her, so it gets done. She’s been shedding quite a bit lately. It’s gross, but I’m happy these brushfuls of fur are going in the garbage rather than all over my apartment.
Anyhow, Kiki hasn’t had much of a response to Dorian’s passing. That’s not saying much though, as I doubt she ever cared about him. I doubt she was even aware of him, or if she was, she certainly didn’t concern herself with his fish business. She never tried to climb the shelves to get at his bowl. Even if I picked her up and showed her the bowl, she would just sniff in the direction of his fish food. I dunno. She’s weird.
Ironically, she’s more interested in what I’ve done to Dorian’s fishbowl since he’s passed on. It has been re-purposed into Dorian Memorial Gardens and now lives on my plant table.
My fish died yesterday.
Last week, I’d found him floating on his side at the top of his bowl. He did not respond to gentle pokes, so I thought he had passed on. I got sad, sent a text out to my friends, and updated my twitter with the news. Later, A came over and took a look at him. A thought he was dead too. We were sitting on the couch (opposite the bowl) chatting, and all of a sudden, Dorian just starts swimming around! Swimming like nothing had happened. It was very weird. I then updated via texts and twitter that my fish was actually not dead. Or at least, he wasn’t dead now. Dorian’s new nickname became “Lazarus”.
Since then, I’ve watched him like a hawk. He seemed OK, but somewhat slower than normal. But then yesterday, I woke up to a dead fish. He was on the bottom of his bowl this time, and – I’ll spare you the gruesome details – had probably moved on to fish heaven earlier in the night. I think I got him last summer, so we had a pretty good run. He was a good fish.