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Many many pictures and also some words

Yesterday was my day off, (since I work Saturday this week), and I went all around town! Actually I went to the two places I traditionally go, downtown and up by the university, but that’s almost all over town, right? YES, exactly, I’m totally right. ^_^

Due to issues which I’d previously mentioned about MUN, I was going to the university to REJECT THEM. I suppose I could phrase that as “withdraw my registration,” but hey, I was thinking of it as rejection on my part, so that’s how I’m going to write it down.

I find it very odd, the attitude of universities that they have to do nothing to win over their customers. Because that’s what students are- customers. And the majority of schools, or at least the ones I’ve dealt with, appear to see no need whatsoever for customer service. Speaking as someone who is CONSTANTLY having the need for making the customer happy drilled into my head at work, this just seems weird to me.

Maybe I’ve just been low on coffee whenever I talk to them.

ANYWAYS. I spent a small amount of time in MUN, and more wandering over to the public Library. Where I went in with the intention of dropping off all my books, and came out with 22 more checked out. It’s research, okay? STUDY PURPOSES?

Then in the evening I went to The Rooms, which is the provincial art gallery and museum, and offers free admission on Wednesday nights. They also offer the best hot chocolate I’ve ever had in my life. I mean, seriously amazing hot chocolate.

I’m going back next week for another mug of chocolate. And I’m so looking forward to it.

Surprise Knitting Group!

There was also an exhibit in the Museum about sea monsters. I totally knew all of the myths they were referencing.

Except for the Fudge Mermaids…

I still have no idea what’s going on here.

And yes, the main exhibit was a showing of Goya’s The Disasters of War and Los Caprichos. About which I have to say that the next person I hear refer to Napoleon as a folk hero and great man for the people, I’m going to smack them.

Nanowrimo? Let’s fight.

I was fangirling about the lovely outfit which one of my character has, and my sister Quadropod, BLESS HER, decided that the outfit sounded cool! So she decided to draw her! I squee! So here is Nanami, in her Alternate World/Steampunk regalia. I was/am happy.

I also am sick, and my cheekbones hurt, which is new. I think my wisdom teeth are coming in too. YAY.
Maybe the cheekbones are connected to the teeth? I hate the dentist. YAY.
I GET to go to the dentist! Maybe. Perhaps this is just congestion. *hopes*
And final word count for the day:
3301.
Too bad I couldn’t pull out another 32 words, but… ūüėÄ That gives me something to strive towards. I kinda wrote all the scenes that I had in my head already, too. So that’s jolly. I think tomorrow I’ll start a riot. And possibly police without Miranda Rights. Or should I keep them? I’m unsure. OOOOhhhh, I’ll keep them, and the bad guys can ignore rights. ūüėÄ That’s a better plan. Fare Well, internets!

“And if anything about this flight or the service doesn’t meet your standards, please feel free to lower those standards!”

I went to Moon Unit’s church on Sunday! She attends a Reform Presbyterian church. This was the first time I’d attended that particular¬†denomination, and it was quite interesting. I realized the bulk of my church attendance, that I remember, at least, has been either Highly liturgical, fairly¬†Charismatic, or home churching. And this was none of the above. ūüėÄ *thinks* There’s stained glass, and no organ or piano? How do I cope?!?¬†

However, I liked it. There wasn’t the mega-church effect that inspires panic attacks in me, I agreed with the theology I heard, and the people seemed¬†genuinely¬†friendly, without stalking the new people. Also, there was coffee after the service, and then potluck. *big grin* Free food? I’m there!¬†
Then we had to go back home, get my luggage together, check for things left behind, and go to the airport. *cut to Moon Unit and I remaining determinedly up-beat the whole way, despite shakiness* We got caught in a small amount of traffic on the way. Not much, but just enough to make getting checked in and through security more URGENT than usual. 
So I checked in, in a matter of less then ten minutes- God Bless West Jet- and hurried down through security. Zaktrik had come to see me off as well, which was nice of him. At that point of panic about missing my flight, however, I waved, said good-bye, and dashed off through security with a minimum of protracted farewells to anyone. And I made my flight with minute to spare, which I am sure is a tribute to the power of prayer. 
However, once we got to Toronto, it chanced that only one of the runways was open. So we circled the city for some time. 



While we were circling, I¬†realized, with a¬†shocking¬†lack of panic, that I had 35 minutes to make my connection. Before I started being delayed. Mmmmm. Well, if I got stuck in Toronto, I know people to call! And there’s free internet, I could go to the Lush store, and it would make a great blog entry! Yes, that is the way I think, in actuality. However, we landed only a few minutes late, and I started walking quickly through the airport. Speed walk… And while speed walking, I hear the final boarding call for my flight come over the intercom. That is a marvelously¬†motivational¬†thing to hear. You find that your speed walking in heels can indeed accelerate even faster.¬†
Fast enough to see two other women closing in on your gate just ahead of you, and the door still open! Yay! We scurried down the tunnel onto the plane, the door closing behind me, and hurried to our respective seats. Whereupon we then sat on the tarmac for ten extra minutes, while the one usable runway was opened up. Air travel is so logical, timeline wise…¬†
Then I got into St. Johns, yadda yadda yadda, got my baggage, blah blah blah, took a taxi to Ms. B’s house, yabbla yabbla yabbla, went to ring her to let her know I was there- and she doesn’t have her apartment set up with a bell. Okay, I seem to remember something like this in the planning session. I am just gonna call her cell phone. Only I don’t have a cell phone. Right. Okay, I’ll ring the other people in the building who I know. They don’t answer. No need to panic, no need to panic, I’ll just log onto the internet- I have the password from when I stayed here before- and msn her that I’m here. A quick check later, I can’t see her internet router. Maybe panic is a good idea… No, wait! I can just sleep here on the bench in the lobby until someone comes in, and get them to let me into the building! Only, I seem to remember that it’s almost 1 o-clock, and I’ve heard complaining¬†rumors¬†about people coming in loaded drunk after midnight to this building, making all kinds of noise… So, uh, uh, uh, I’ll go out and throw rocks at her window! Sadly, (and yes I am saddened by this, at this hour), I can’t identify which one is her window. It’s a three story building, and even shouting in my best WHERE-ARE-THE-NEFARIOUS-TRAITORS-WHO-HAVE-COMMITTED-THIS-TERRIBLE-TRESPASS¬†voice does not provoke a magical turning on of lights or head at the door.¬†
This is about where I sat down on my luggage in the wet grass and reassessed my situation. It was after midnight. I was tired. I had no phone. I had no cash. I apparently had no place to stay. I was in the student ghetto. It was dark (but not raining!) 
What to do? I could go to the mall, which I could see, only they close at night. And so does the Tim’s in the mall, obviously. And so does the University library, oddly enough. But there, there’s the¬†hospital! I can see it! Open 24 hours! And I know people there, I know the cafeteria, I even know where there are vacant couches! Plus, I only have to get on the bus in 6 hours, now. I can stay awake for six hours, if needed. Right? Right. Cue me standing up and getting ready to progress down the street. But then one little niggling bit of social graces in the back of my head mentioned that it’d be hard to explain why I didn’t show up at Ms. B’s apartment, after making all those arrangements. Plus I might need to explain to my parents…. I decided to try the other doors in the fire escape and such. Just in case. So I could say I really couldn’t get in- oh look this one opens i don’t have to sleep on the side of the hallway!
And I got inside, had a lovely time chatting and not sleeping with Ms. B, slept on the bus, and made it home without further drama. I even had a welcoming committee. 



The¬†committee¬†had put up a banner for me. ūüėÄ

My Good People! I missed my introduction!

So, how far am I caught up? Oh yes, through Tuesday. So what glittering social occasion did Snazel and Moon Unit and entourage attend next? 
We ran errands. And it was fun. ūüėĬ†Wednesday, we hung out talked, ate waffles, watched Stargate and washed dishes at Rose’s house until lunchtime. Then we made our way over to where Moon Unit’s family was, and shopped for groceries and sundry assorted things for one of Moon Unit’s siblings birthday party on Saturday. (Read- we browsed the electronics section, the book room and EB games while shopping took place.) And in the evening Moon Unit and I watched A Knight’s Tale, which was hilarious,

Jocelyn: Sir Ulrick. What are you wearing to the ball tonight?
William: [who isn’t planning on going to the ball] er… nothing…
Jocelyn: Well, we shall cause a sensation, for I shall dress to match.

William: Oi sir, what are you doing?
Chaucer: Uh… trudging. You know, trudging?
[pause]
Chaucer: To trudge: the slow, weary, depressing yet determined walk of a man who has nothing left in life except the impulse to simply soldier on.
William: Uhhh… were you robbed?
Chaucer: [laughs] Funny really, yes, but at the same time a huge resounding no. It’s more of an… involuntary vow of poverty… really.

Adhemar: And you are?
William: Well, I am, um.
Adhemar: You’ve forgotten, or your name is Sir Um?
William: Ulrich von Lichtenstein from Gelderland.
Adhemar: Well, I’d forget as well, what a mouthful.

Chaucer: You’re good. You’re very good. My lords, my ladies, and everybody else here not sitting on a cushion!
[crowd roars]
Chaucer: Today… today, you find yourselves equals.
[crowd roars]
Chaucer: For you are all equally blessed. For I have the pride, the privilege, nay, the pleasure of introducing to you to a knight, sired by knights. A knight who can trace his lineage back beyond Charlemagne. I first met him atop a mountain near Jerusalem, praying to God, asking his forgiveness for the Saracen blood spilt by his sword. Next, he amazed me still further in Italy when he saved a fatherless beauty from the would-be ravishing of her dreadful Turkish uncle.
[crowd, boo]
Chaucer: In Greece he spent a year in silence just to better understand the sound- of a whisper. And so without further gilding the lily, and with no more ado, I give to you, the seeker of serenity, the protector of Italian virginity, the enforcer of our Lord God, the one, the only, Sir Ulllrrrich von Lichtenstein!
[crowd roars]
Chaucer: Thank you, thank you, I’ll be here all week.

Chaucer: I’m a writer.
Wat: A what?
Chaucer: A wha- a what? A writer. You know, I write, with ink, and parchment. Geoffrey Chaucer’s the name, writing’s the game. You’ve probably read my book? the Book of the Duchess? No? Well, it was allegorical.
Roland: Well, we won’t hold that against you, that’s for every man to decide for himself.

…and then we wrote. Oh, I forgot to mention that on Monday we watched Sinbad: legend of the seven seas, which was also hilarious, and soooo quotable! But since I’ve already spammed you with Knight’s Tale quotes, I’ll only give you one.

Sinbad: “I’ve seen the kind of highbred boys your kind runs with with. I’m the only man you’ve ever met!”

Incedently, Third World was the first person I’d ever heard quote that movie, which, given some of the lines, was disconcerting, to say the least.¬†
And on Thursday we roamed around the¬†cemetery¬†next to Moon Unit’s house, and did more things which I can’t quite remember at this time. Oh! We visited the house of¬†Boudewijn, where I was introduced to lambs for the first time. ūüėĬ†
Boudewijn is Moon Unit’s Sunday School partner, and his family is heavily involved in Moon Unit’s church, as is Moon Unit’s family. (Wow, can I write¬†convoluted¬†sentences¬†or can I write¬†convoluted¬†sentences? (And no, you don’t get a picture of him or his family yet.)) I’m afraid I’m not quite as enthusiastic about fuzzy things as most everyone else- in the world- so I took pictures while the others squeed over the fuzzy bouncing things. *sheepish grin*
Here. *shoves pictures at you* See, fuzzy things!



~I can’t think of anything clever to put here~

Sunday, we’d planned for Moon Unit and I to go to Zaktrik’s church. However, we didn’t know exactly where it was, so he was going to stop by the college and pick us up at about 9:30. And then we would go attend his Anglican-Catholic church. This was a good plan, don’t you think? Yes, a good plan.¬†
However, it was not to be. 
Zaktrik overslept. 
I’d like to be able to take shift some of the blame off from him by saying that the Augustine socializing of the day before had extended till midnight, after which he’d had to go home. I could also say that he hadn’t been getting enough sleep for the previous six weeks of writing papers and exams, or that there was a power bump in the night- but it wouldn’t make any difference. I could also point out that I haven’t made a practice of attending liturgical churches, uh, ever, and that attending “normal”¬†charismatic¬†churches usually inspires panic attacks of some kind, but still.*shakes head sadly* The fact remains- he overslept. On Sunday. And we didn’t go to church. We’re such heathens.¬†
It’s tragic, really. We had to hang out at the college drink tea, eat chocolate cake and leftover veggies from the dinner yesterday, and discuss everything under the sun, while lolling around the living room of a Christian College. The horror.¬†
Oh, we also took some pictures. That is, I took some pictures. It was very exciting. 
Zaktrik finds something amusing. 


TTGH is also amused. About the same thing? I’m not sure.¬†

Moon Unit watches the Serbians across the street. 
Laptop, tea, books, pepsi, quilts, bowl of strange candy, and sunshine. Still life with Augustine College.

And then later Moon Unit’s parents came and picked up her and myself, and we went back to her house out in the country.¬†

“How did you get here?” “I took a bus, a shuttle and two planes, and caught a ride with Moon Unit’s parents.”

On Friday night, after arriving safely in Ottawa, Moon Unit and I hung out at mocked and stalked the College and met this year’s crop of insane students, as well as several alumni from previous years. And then Moon Unit and I kept each other awake for far too long, talking and laughing.¬†
And then Saturday was the grad! In traditional form, most of the class came over to the College early to be nervous and offer adjectives for the¬†Valedictorian’s¬†speech. So we hung out drank tea, talked about papers and¬†vegetables, and were¬†companionable¬†for a little, and then walked over to the church where the service was taking place.¬†
Ruth enjoys the tea and scones.
Em and TTGH are amused.
Em and TTGH are serious. 
We reconvened in the sunny living room once the boys started to arrive.
Moon Unit and TTGH are companionable. 
The service was quite similar to last year’s, only this time I sat on the other side of the church, and I didn’t get a piece of paper with Latin on it. *dejected* But I got to wear a lovely black robe again! ¬†Here is a pic of the graduating class, and a view of the church. It’s a high Anglican church, in case that’s not obvious from the candles, iconography, and general decor.¬†
After the service was the dinner, where according to tradition, the Alumni help serve the food and clean up. Which, given the hilarious and hardworking people who are Augustine Alumni, is actually oodles of fun. And it continued to be fun, despite the fact that the dishwashing took¬†approximately¬†two to three hours. After about 90 minutes time ceased to exist in the normal fashion. I just know that it was light when we got there, and dark and raining when we left. I was rather tired as well, so that might contribute to the haziness of my memory of that afternoon. ūüėÄ The professors didn’t know that I was coming either, so I had some fun moments when they did double-takes at me.¬†
And then we went back to the college and hung out drank tea, ate cake, and took pictures. I offer you a selection of the best pictures, for your eternal edification. 


There was a moment when, for unknown reasons, my hat started being passed around the room. And my camera was following it, taking pictures.

Write more later!

Family Carnival!

I’m overcoming my lack of interest in text-blogging with some photo-blogging! Hurrah for me! Ahem. Anyhow, here are some pictures. Enjoy. (Yes, that is an imperative. *angelic smile* Why do you ask?)


EDIT: Oh, wait, it seems you might need some explanations. We were running a Carnival, with Booths, in the Living Room. (See? You get to see my Living Room!) Proceeds went to the Family beneficent fund, which this year goes towards feeding PT. Just so as you know, last year it went towards getting me home from College. ūüėÄ


Lizzy ran the Blocks Booth, where for a ticket you could build a tower.

Sammy was the main frequenter of that booth, at least in the beginning.

Notice the purse? Yes, that is Sammy’s, and it contains many pennies and tickets. Just ask him, he’ll tell you.

Geo ran the hair styling booth. She was very well prepared.

Slonner poses with the make-up…

Geo works her art on Little Sister.

Little Sister has her eyes done!

Slonner supervising, again. ūüėÄ

Beauty is serious business!

The sign was starting to be tired, but we propped it up none the less.

The Block Table experiences a resurge of popularity.

Sammy finds a hiding space…

… in a box full of bears and Slonner.

Still Life With Apples And Jugs.

Slonner gets done over.

Geo waits her turn.

It’s Fraulein! Isn’t she pretty?

And there’s my MOM, who is just lovely on every level. ūüėÄ

And… my little brother, who decides to lug around the long-suffering cat.

Fraulein- an action shot.

Lizzy’s strike.

“There has never been anything false about hope?”

We’ve been talking politics at the breakfast and supper table again, which is lovely. Nothing like a healthy dose of cynicism and conspiracy truth to make you cheery! *big grin* On a totally unrelated note; to my friends in the states, we have a spare room in the house and a lot of places in town are hiring! We could hang out! Ahem.

Moving right along…

My brain has been feeling muzzy for days, but on Monday it really got bad, due to a touch of the flu that’s going around. By bad, I mean I was having serious difficultly telling reality from imagination. By process of elimination I’m pretty sure the time in line in Toronto Airport was not real. But other than the physically improbable events, I kinda have no idea what I did. If I talked to you on Monday, I’m sorry. I don’t know what I said. *cough* But then I slept for fifteen hours and now I’m fine! *is normal and borderline sane*

What else is new? Oh, I’m starting to think about what I might possibly do after I pay off my debt! One big option is to go to a university. My year at Augustine is worth a year and a half on transfer in at least one place, which is quite good. However, I’m not really a big fan of the post-secondary to get a high paying job school of thought. For one thing, I’m not really feeling called towards any degree program that does promise high wages upon graduation, and I don’t think I have the dedication or talents to get my doctorate and teach within a college. Which leaves the earn-a-philosophy-bachelors-to-get-a-high-paying-job option. Somehow that’s not calling me very loudly either. However, someone, (you probably know who you are,) pointed out that you can ALSO go to university for the pure joy of learning! *vistas of joy open up*

And then, I looked at costs and asked some people in University their opinion of it from the inside. I’m looking at about fourteen thousand a term, with tuition, living expenses, books, travel, and occasional entertainment. *enthusiasm dampens somewhat* Moreover, the reaction from most of the people I asked about university from the inside was “good idea to go back to school! (watch out for debauchery.)” *enthusiasm dampens more* It was rather startling how uniform the reactions were, really, after being adjusted for dialect and personality.¬†

So now I’m leaning more towards option two; Backpack across Europe! It costs less, with the right travel companions you learn as much, and it makes for much better photo albums. Also I want to clamor around in castles again. And I could learn languages! *enthusiasm is fanned to full flame* Does anyone want to come with me? You don’t need a Visa!

Yesterday I walked to the other end of town and back, which is a fun walk. (The turn around point is Tim Horton’s, for one.) I decided to be wild and crazy and wear my lovely new red coat and my pin-striped fedora, so I got a lot of stares. I do tend to dress a little different from the average citizen of this town, it’s true. Walking out of Tim’s was especially amusing, given all the puzzled and/or shocked eyes on my back. I was also wild and crazy in that I was carrying my camera, so here are a couple pics of my walk! (The order got jumbled, I’m not sure why.)

The Government Wharf

Busy Downtown!

Yes, we have proper snow clearing equipment. 



Yes, those are rabbits, hanging off a step ladder.