A Night On The Town

We went to a concert over the weekend with friends and at one point in the evening, this was the view from the row directly in front of us, lol!!! Have you ever been in a situation where you feel like you should tell someone something, but you hesitate to do so? You just never know what kind of reaction you might get nowadays... it could be a grateful "Thank you" or more than likely a "Why don't you mind your own f%#'n business!" Seeing as the lady plumber was in her twenties and probably drinking, we all opted to (try to) ignore the obvious and a little while later the problem thankfully rectified (:p) itself. 

Don't leave home without it!

Then just when we thought we were safe, the sex kitten to our right was 'feeling the music' so much, she could scarcely contain her enthusiasm. It was of no consequence that she didn't have her pole with her - she managed to improvise quite nicely, nonetheless! Pathetically amusing - till she spilled her drink on JJ Hubby. Mercifully, she and her 'old man' eventually wandered off, more than likely in search of refreshments... probably worried she might begin to sober up!

The rest of the night also proved very entertaining. The band was great, but they certainly had some stiff competition for our attention from the audience itself! I don't think I'd ever seen any of these creatures outside their natural habitat: Walmart!

Being the good introvert that I am, all this excitement leads me to ask the obvious:

* All butt-cracks have been changed to protect the clueless.

Rooting For the Bad Guy

If you read enough books or watch enough movies, you'll soon recognize that you often end up rooting for the bad guy - at least I know I do. A few weeks ago, I finished the last (of 5) Thomas Ripley books by Patricia Highsmith. When necessary, the protagonist Tom quietly and efficiently murders anyone who threatens his (illegal) business interests and the very comfortable lifestyle he now enjoys in the countryside of northern France. He much prefers gardening, classical music, antiquing and learning to master the harpsichord - but knocking off nosy meddlers is sometimes simply in his best interests. And even though he's obviously a sociopath, he's actually quite charming and likeable - his neighbours all love him!

Written in the first person, Highsmith very masterfully draws the reader into the mind of Tom Ripley and before long I found myself almost willing Tom to eliminate certain characters and thoroughly enjoying it when he inevitably did. Hey, they were getting in the way! I began rationalizing and justifying his behaviour - and if I'm honest, it was a little unsettling. 

Who's your favourite villain of all time & why? (Not counting Grumpy Cat!)

Do you feel even slightly conflicted when you cheer them on?

Space Babies!

Lord of the Rugrats?

Did you watch the Superbowl? I missed it (darn, lol!) Actually, I wouldn't know a chip-shot from a false-start if it bootlegged me... I do however, appreciate a good tight-end when I see one ;p

This didn't stop me from watching all the incredible ads created for it, though. Here's my favourite by a long yard. Which one was yours?

A Thank You

I recently won the Poe 'n Raven giveaway hosted by Debra from She Who Seeks :)

Here is The Raven, my new foul-feathered friend keeping a keen eye on me from his appointed perch, high upon my bookshelf. With all his croaking, Nevermore shall I have a moments peace it would seem!

As well, my gift included this attractive theme box & little book 

containing Edgar Allen Poe's celebrated poem The Raven.

For me, the best part of winning this giveaway was the added opportunity to meet Debra for coffee (& a muffin ;) at the Wild Earth Bakery & Cafe here in Edmonton. 

Many of you may be wondering what Debra is like. Down to earth and soft-spoken are the first words which spring to mind. I even managed to sneak a photo of her for you when she wasn't looking :DDD

It's amazing -- she looks exactly like she does in her profile pic!

Thanks again for everything Debra, I had a great time meeting you and Love my prize :)

3,200 Hairballs and Counting

I waited all week to see if any of you Crazy Cat Ladies out there (you know who you are :) 

were going to profile this story... 

'My Strange Addiction'

15 years ago Lisa began eating her cat's hair as a way to feel closer to her pets. 

Every day she consumes the equivalent of 3 quarter-sized hairballs, which she gathers from around her apartment, including off the floor and the back of her sofa, but says "the best ones are right off the cat."

"Sometimes they do get stuck in your teeth..."

"Needless to say, I am not amewsed."