giovedì, febbraio 22, 2007

The Red Dragon Enjoys Superlatives and Absolutes

Deciding enough was enough, I took yesterday off to sleep and start putting my papers in order. I'm trying to start with the worst parts of the moving task first, and the worst part of moving is putting papers in order. One of my putting-papers-in-order goals was to see if I paid first and last, or just first, on my ghetto apartment. Miraculously, I could find the bank statements for the month before and the month after the pertinent one, but not the pertinent one itself. Isn't that incredible? Sometimes I think my guardian angel, great as it generally is, has a Seinfeld-esque sense of humour and really gets a lot of pleasure at watching me stumble through semi-ironic, annoying situations that I myself would never dream of laughing at, having really disliked, even hated Seinfeld. I like my humour surreal, please and thank you. In fact, I think I'll go so far to say that the funniest thing I've ever seen in my life was the Olympic Hide and Seek final from the Monty Python series. Watching that was the closest I have come to peeing myself for a quantity of time I consider meritorious.

Other things I love are goat milk lattes and Marvin Gaye. I've spent a considerable amount of time jizzing about them in this blog already, but I'd like to reiterate by writing that if God held a gun to my head and told me I could only have one kind of stimulant and listen to one dead singer for the rest of my life, if would definitely be goat milk lattes and Marvin Gaye. The school where I'm going in Belgium is catered, except on the weekends, when we get turned loose in the kitchens - I hope I find a way to make myself lattes though. It's in the thick of eco-agro country, so maybe - let me visualize the best possible possibility - I'd even be able to find raw goat milk.

Not much else. Had some top-notch analysis last night that helped work out why I'm occasionally a disproportionate bitch, and I've been shortlisted for another position in Brussels, more exciting than the others so far. Also heard from the less exciting Brussels possibility that actually interviewed me in Montreal weeks ago - same old same old - "you'll hear from us soon." Argh.

10 commenti:

Melbine ha detto...

Would you be able to contact your bank to find out?

I'm not a latte girl, but if goat milk lattes are anything like goat milk ice cream then I believe you!

Lots of Belgian opportunities! Are they all on the French side?

Mistress La Spliffe ha detto...

They're almost all in Brussels, which is sort of like Montreal in terms of its Frenchness and Flemishness, with French seeming to dominate.

Sugarplum ha detto...

Lovely.

I had myself a good mid-afternoon laugh thanks to your link. I hadn't seen that one before. These are the things that make me so glad that I don't work in a cubicle or an office with a door or anywhere other than my cozy ikea couch. No need to pretend I'm not wasting my time.

Melbine ha detto...

Ah, you just need to be in the right set of cubicles - you should see what we freely pass around to each other! I sent around Dick in a Box to some co-workers a few days ago...!

Mistress La Spliffe ha detto...

If you need a laugh, look at this - it might be the funniest thing ever.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=zcklx07x9oI

Melbine ha detto...

Ohmygawd that's hilarious!! I'm still chuckling thinking about it..

Charlie ha detto...

Is Lexie moving to Brussels with you? If not, I don't need any more roommates. The Squirrel-tail is enough.

Mistress La Spliffe ha detto...

She is indeed, but only eventually; Mrs. L will take care of her in Montréal while we're in residential school, unless someone reliable comes up in Toronto.

You know though, Charlie, she's a rough street cat who could help keep the fuzzboy in his place.

Sugarplum ha detto...

So there's more than one squirrel-tailed fuzzyboy who needs a good cat-swat every once and a while? Amazing.

Mistress La Spliffe ha detto...

Well, here most of the anti-fuzz action gets directed at the raccoons.