Movies that Alan and I saw while he was here, in descending order of quality:

Grindhouse
Hot Fuzz and Blades of Glory (TIE)
Music and Lyrics
Stupeur et Tremblements (Fear and Trembling) and Black Snake Moan (TIE)

Dishonorable Mentions
Ghost Rider
Vanishing Point (We could only stand 40 minutes, then we fastforwarded to the last minute. LAME.)
Mr. Show, seasons 1-2

I like Canada. I like Canadians, too. I like their flag and their Mounties and their accents. I like Douglas Coupland’s movie, Souvenir of Canada, and I like going to Toronto. However, I HATE CANADAPOST.

For the past week, I’ve been compulsively checking my tracking information on the Canadapost website. And EVERY SINGLE DAY, it’s said:

MISSISSAUGA, ON Shipping details electronically submitted

CURSES, CANADAPOST! I know you’re technically another country, but I feel like you’re really just one big state to the north. Maybe you’d be better off using USPS for your shipping needs. USPS gets me my stuff in 5 days TOPS.

So lampworking is still the best hobby ever of the moment, and I’ve got a nice setup in the basement with a torch that I hook up to a BBQ tank of propane outside. I can’t browse glass websites late at night because I have a hard time sleeping afterwards. But I can’t help myself.

Anyway, you know you have it bad when you see the propane guy come, and you run to the window to take a picture, and the first thought that pops into your head is, “I wonder if he’d let me hook up his hose to my torch!” And then the very idea of having 3000 gallons of propane at your disposal makes you tremble a little.

• Why didn’t I go to college in California?* What was I thinking? My life would be 50x better had I gone to UC-San Diego and studied something practical and gone out to great restaurants and hung out at the zoo and enjoyed the beautiful weather and generally developed that sun-kissed California attitude. THEN I could have used my practical degree to get some great job and I could be living in California RIGHT NOW, eating sushi, wearing espadrilles, and living in my tastefully-decorated, ultra-modern, way-overpriced apartment. Instead of substitute teaching and eating a frozen chicken potpie and wearing fleece and gazing out the window at this brassel frassel snow. DANG.
This**


versus this



* Oh yeah, out-of-state tuition.
** Okay, maybe not-so-tastefully decorated.

• I’d like to be an actress who’s been completely typecast to be an ass-kicking martial-arts-knowing spy in B movies. The kind that get 1.5 star ratings on Netflix. That would so be the life.