supershirt!

i have a shirt that i don't particularly like, but still wear. i sometimes still get compliments on it, probably because it's pink and not black, white or grey, like most of my other shirts.

after today, i have decided to call this my supershirt. and i will not stop wearing it because it is my supershirt.

i had a particularly clumsy day today. first, i spilled coffee on my shirt. in several places (don't ask how that happened). after some blotting, all of the coffee was gone with no stains. supershirt!

then i dropped a piece of my salad (dressing included) on the shirt. after some blotting, the dressing was gone with no stain. supershirt!

this is better than owning a tide to go pen!

coyote miko

i played in a wedding out of town this past weekend. i had to attend the rehearsal on friday night, so we booked a hotel for the weekend.

i lost the little card that the thoughtful bride sent with the invitation, listing hotels in the area, so i turned to my friend, google maps. i typed in the address of the reception venue, and searched for nearby hotels. i found a few, called some that looked like the best combination of quality and value. and voila, we were booked at the travelodge.

the travelodge was disappointing and smelled like a combination of cigarette smoke and stale urine. someone should bottle that smell and call it "eau de toilette"...haha, why am i so funny! there was an old sock in the corner of the room that could have been there for years. i could go on about the room, but i won't, i'll just tell you that the mattress was old and not very comfortable, so my sleep on friday night was not the most restful. this leads to my story.

on friday night, i had several strange/weird/bad dreams. in one of them, i dreamed that i was back at the farm and sleeping in my old pink bedroom. i woke up to see someone coming in my room looking all ominous and scary. i tried to call for help, but in those types of dreams, i never can - i open my mouth and try to scream, but nothing comes out. i'm sure you've experienced this in a dream too. well, this night, i successfully called out for help. it wasn't quite the "EEEEK, HELP ME, SOMEONE'S IN MY ROOM" kind of yell that i was going for; i woke up to kris poking me and asking me if i realized i was howling. yes. like a coyote. i have done embarassing things in my sleep before but i think this one takes the cake. it was hard to go back to sleep after that because one of us would burst into giggles thinking about my wolf-like serenade.

and the person in my room in my dream? it was my dad and he was far from ominous and scary. it was like on tv when something is supposed to be threatening but in the end it isn't? another sign that perhaps i watch too much television...

arrrooooo....

i'll be there for you...at the dentist

my new dentist allows me to watch friends reruns while my teeth are being cleaned. while this is fun, it has it's down-sides...when i want to laugh, i can't really since my mouth is open with instruments inside, so i end up stifling the laughter and looking kind of strange while doing so. also, the hygenist appears to be watching too and not always giving the utmost attention to cleaning my teeth - but who could blame her?

this dentist is much better than my previous mouth doctor, who was slimey, smelly and overly sensitive/borderline unprofessional with old equipment and no free parking. my new dentist does not give me the creeps (i think it's because he doesn't have a greasy ponytail and receding hairline), he has no apparent smell, seems professional, has a new clinic so the equipment is brand spanking new, loads of free parking AND has a really nice receptionist who always compliments me when i see her - granted, it's only been two visits but we're two for two! i think this is the beginning of a very good dentist-ship.

a letter

dear starbucks barista:

behold. a travel mug. the purpose of the travel mug is to eliminate unnecessary waste, such as paper coffee cups. i have decided to start using the travel mug that i received as a gift in order to stop sending millions of paper cups to the landfill. while i am doing my ecological part, it doesn't come without a bit of extra planning in my morning. i have to make sure the travel mug is clean and i have to remember to bring it with me. all a small price to pay to help the environment.

when i bring you a travel mug to fill, it defeats the purpose to fill up a PAPER cup, transfer the coffee into my travel mug, then promptly throw away the cup that acted as your measuring cup. i might as well (myswell?) have left my travel mug at home.

not only that, you give me a 10 cent discount for bringing my travel mug because it doesn't use up a cup, saving your company money. which you just threw away since you used up a cup in the process of giving me my coffee.

please take this into consideration the next time i bring to you my travel mug. thanks in advance for your attention to this important matter.

sincerely and green-ly yours,

miko

so long, veronica

it's official. veronica mars has been cancelled.

i am sad beyond belief. i've never had a favourite show been cancelled before...i guess there are some that have ended, but that seems more for plot-related reasons than stupid reasons. in light of this news, i don't quite know how to act...do i boycott tv? i would probably go through some kind of withdrawal symptoms, so maybe i could wean myself off gradually. but then i doubt the tv industry would feel the blow if i slowly stopped watching...it has to be all or nothing. or i could just boycott the stupid cw network which clearly is run by monkeys wearing suits.

there is talk that kristen bell (who plays the lovely VM) may have another show...but it won't be the same. it will never be the same!

and, to make matters worse, we didn't realize it was a two-hour finale, so we only PVR-ed the FIRST hour. blah.

weekend summary

as is our long weekend tradition, we went to our friends' cottage in bobcaygeon. some highlights:

kris and i played golf; my first round of the summer. i didn't play so well, but that's okay, i can only get better from here...right?

i now have some new nicknames, thanks to one person in particular: timbit, mini-bit, tiny-bit, megabyte...i think there were more, but i can't remember them all. oh, and the self-proclaimed THUMBMASTER, muhahah.

i discovered my newest favourite flavour of ice cream courtesy of kawartha dairy; chocaberry blast, berry-flavoured ice cream with chocolate ribbony stuff throughout...along with big pieces of cherries and chocolate bits filled with raspberry jelly (kind of like the godiva raspberry bars!) heaven. i wanted to get some again before we left on monday but didn't because of my next item...

way too much fun on sunday night (read: drinking...uh, hi mom) and we stayed up too late (read: early) but good times had by all. especially after a lively game of kings (in which i am the reigning thumb-master) and once the communal drink started making its way around the campfire.

a couple questions to ponder...
is "the big tomato" (notorious for bad food and service) a restaurant or a place that sells and grows tomatoes? what is the short form for the name "nelly"? (this resulted in everyone calling each other by their first syllable) is tuna chicken or fish? does ang have a twin sister? does vanessa have a friend named jessica? that, we will never know.

the weather was nice throughout the weekend...no rain, but definitely on the cool side. and, of course as we're packing up to go home, we experience the warmest weather of the weekend.

until next time, bobcaygeon...until next time.

"cause it was in bobcaygeon where i saw the constellations...reveal themselves one star at a time."

re: didn't we almost have it all

this is a little overdue thanks to the long weekend, but i figure i should at least make a couple comments on the season finale.

the best thing about this episode was the writer's blog. it is what writer's blogs should be: thoughtful, well-written and most importantly, insightful. you should read it (although i refer to a lot of it below).

the symmetry of the season - how it began with meredith helping izzie out of her prom dress, ending with meredith helping cristina out of her wedding dress? amazing. i didn't notice this. i love how it shows us how far the characters have developed...

in that same vein, the chief now must decide whether he should he retire and be with adele or stay because clearly the hospital needs him. just like at the beginning of the season...

how cristina talks about the heart as purely a mechanical device to keep you alive and burke's vows were all about how it's an emotional organ that he was prepared to give to her, showing the differences between them and the obstacles that they face...

that callie won't bring up izzie again because the last time they did, george referred to her as a supermodel. so instead she just threatens izzie with her professional prowess (she's going to be everyone's boss next year!) and rubs in her face that her george are going to try for a baby...


this episode was pretty good (still doesn't rival season 2's season finale!) but i liked it more after reading the blog - which is what the blog is supposed to do! the one thing i didn't like and i don't like and probably won't ever like, is lexie grey. i never was a big fan of the meredith's-other-family-storyline anyway but this just leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. i don't even like the introduction of new interns; this is the third season, and we've never seen that before, yes i always assumed there were other interns, more interns, but we don't care about them! we only care about our interns, the gang.

oh, and cristina without eyebrows? the best impression of an asian whoopi goldberg i have ever seen!

thunderbolts and lightening...

i remember when i was younger, my parents used to tell me that i could scare away thunderstorms by playing the piano. it consistently worked, the thunderstorms would always go away. i see now that it was just a ploy to make me practice more and i think of this everytime it thunders.

scout, on the other hand, hides behind the toaster oven. i guess we all cope in different ways...

a twist on "people who look like people"...part viii

so scout isn't a person. and so the thing that looks like her is an inanimate object...i still see a resemblance!

this is scout. she doesn't look very happy with me, perhaps she knew my ulterior motives for taking her picture:



this is a vase we recently purchased:



scout's not fat per se...she just has kitten-bearing hips. stick a cute but disgruntled cat face on that vase and voila, we have scout's twin!

re: testing 1-2-3

i really think mcdreamy is overreacting. so what if meredith is pushing him away? she has had a very heart-breaking sequence of events this season! he should be there for her, regardless, that's what love is, and he's being stupid. although it was so cute how he brought a black suit to work, just in case. awww, i can't stay mad at him...even if he is looking mcgreasy lately...

why would burktina schedule their wedding day the day after the big exam? that makes no sense whatsoever.

rina (the possible mother of joe and walter's twins) and one of the mountain climbers are regulars on friday night lights...can't say those two are my favourite characters on the show but it was still nice to see them.

i don't know...this season 3 business...it's just no season 2.

i am slowly going crazy, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, switch...

as i was driving out of the parking garage yesterday, i noticed that my car was making a jingling noise. because the payments on the car are finally finished, i thought this must be some kind of murphy's law; the car is paid off, and that's when the whole thing falls apart.

i'm driving gingerly listening for the sound...i'm no mechanic but these definitely were not normal car sounds. as i'm driving, i remember that i left my wallet at home. i turn around to go back home and this allows me to investigate the suspicious noise. then my car starts singing the alphabet song to me...again, not a mechanic, but then i was convinced that my car problems were infantile (tee hee). i try to remember if perhaps i left a present for my niece or nephew in the trunk, but i'm sure that i didn't.

i get back to my parking spot, open the trunk and voila...several baby toys, one of which sings the alphabet song - although it's so innocent, it's kind of scary when you have no idea it's there and it starts serenading you.

at least the car is okay. and at least i'm not hearing voices.

oh, the reason why the baby toys are in the trunk? noooo, i'm not pregnant! after a careful investigation (read: asking kris why there were baby toys in the trunk), i sleuthfully discovered that kris' co-worker was giving the toys to another co-worker who lives close to us and just had a baby.

mystery solved. just call me veronica mars!

surrounded by idiots, part iii

this is an excerpt from an urgent letter we received the other day:

"RE: SERIOUS CONCERN REGARDING ITEMS OFF BALCONIES

dear owner(s)/resident(s):

it has been brought to management's attention that a resident(s) is dropping items over their balcony(ies) onto the fourth floor...to date, items such as frying pans (??), glass lids, dog feces (!!!), cigarette butts, beer cans and bottles, etc. have landed on the fourth floor and continue to do so."



...

i rest my case.

re: the other side of this life

this episode had some really, truly funny moments in it.

like the look cristina gave callie when she was silently begging her to be a bridesmaid. or the use of the term "fart logic," which i'm confident will creep into my vocabulary. or watching addison try to be the hot chick in the hot car with the wind blowing in her hair, but failing miserably.

one question...why did they make susan die? i don't get that. i'm guessing she didn't want to come back next season, that's the only reason i can think of. she was supposed to be meredith's mother figure. and now she's dead. that's two dead mothers for meredith...poor meredith. i keep saying that. i really wish they would make me stop saying that. and why do they want to rip mer and der apart? whyyyy?!

and addison's new show? okay. taye diggs? with PIZ, who always looked cute but never really HOT until he showed up half-naked with a surf board? he was so geeky and cute on veronica mars, but now he's hubba hubba! he alone makes it worth it to watch. i was surprised to see kellerman from prison break on it too. i think i will have to add this show to my list of shows for next year, but i don't NEED anymore shows to watch! sigh. i really liked it, which i guess is the point.

overall, this episode rated a "meh," mostly because i was enjoying the LA scenes more than what was going on at seattle grace. next week promises to be better though: DON'T LET THAT RANDOM GIRL BUY YOU A DRINK, DEREK! DON'T DOOO ITTTT!

people who look like people, part vii

sorry it took so long to get this one up - i've been meaning to post it for a month, but i had no time in april to go searching for pictures! this is a good one though, so it was worth the wait!

phil stacey, recently eliminated from american idol:


my former co-worker, wes:


another example, although this one isn't the greatest because i can't find an up-close shot of phil where he's not singing, or a picture of wes singing....phil:


wes:


tee hee...wes would kill me if he knew i did this...especially if he knew that while i was searching for pictures of phil stacey, i saw that someone posted a picture of gollum saying that phil looked like him...which means by default, wes also looks like gollum.

my dream come true!

ha, my post title insinuates that this is a good thing.

i dream periodically that my teeth are falling out. it's not a nice dream and the emotions and sensations are very real - it starts with one tooth, usually with a bit of my tooth still stuck in my gums (gross, sorry)...then more start to fall out, and i usually think to myself in an exasperated tone, "aww, not again!" as if this is completely normal.

this morning, i was eating my normal morning snack - which one would normally call breakfast but it's so small that i don't think it qualifies as breakfast - yogurt with granola. i'm usually watching tv or on the computer as i'm eating, so i'm not paying close attention to my food.

as i'm eating, i come across a particularly hard-as-a-rock piece of granola. i barely notice and continue to finish my yogurt. only when i'm finished do i notice that one of my back molars feels jagged. upon further investigation...yup, i chipped part of my tooth off...and since there is no telltale piece of tooth to prove it, i apparently also ingested it (ew, sorry again).

a while back, i looked into what it means to dream about your teeth falling out. it means that i'm very vain. hmmm. i probably think this song is about me, too.