super fantastique! I had a great image come into my mind today. It's silly because it's associated with the home town bar scene, but I was listening to "Michael" (Franz Ferdinand) and the most glorious image of me and the boys (Mr. Pink included) downing a pint of beer in Legends before moving to cut a rug on the dancefloor came to my mind. Ok, so mostly I was focussing on Mr. Pink and I dancing on the floor of the barn-like bar, but it was awesome. It is awesome that I am with someone who enjoys dancing with me. But yeah, the five of us rocking out to "Michael", something our bars would not even posses in their dingy dj rooms, was quite appealing. Astounding the locals with our amazing hip contemporary selves being footloose is quite to imagine. I'm in such a light mood today, like floating away light. I almost started rocking out to the song right there in the hallway it was that good. I feel like I have to enjoy Franz Ferdinand and all the awesomeness of it before it becomes commercialized in the next Harry Potter movie and little kids start listening to it on their obsessively collected soundtracks.

In other news....there is no news. I picked up a Globe and Mail this morning, seeing as they give them out free like borscht in the business building (this and the Journal...sweet). So there is actually news. Bush leads Kerry in the polls, but Kerry is becoming more admirable in my eyes, despite his bizarre faith contradictions (stating that yes, there should be seperation of church and state, but then going on to preach a service in an Evangelical church for good public relations), because, though he did this weird stunt for african american votes, he did still state the imperative thing that Bush tended to hold his faith up too much in the wrong contexts (Iraq: the war of "good" against "evil") and whatnot.

Interesting to read though was the incredible division that is occuring in the States. Half vehemently Republican, half Democrat: Bush gets the election, and half the country's population will hate him, and vice versa for Kerry. I'm just restating the article, but there is absolutely no middle ground here, which made me sort of curious. What good can come of this, unless Kerry somehow manages to win over a load of Republicans when he wins (if he wins?). Why don't the states have the same sort of middle ground that Canada does? I'm not saying that this makes them any less democratic, but does it? Why not introduce more parties? Or maybe there are more than Republics and Democrats right now, and I'm just ignorant to the fact.

In anycase, I hope that there are some Republicans that see the light soon- that, or the population that abstains from voting out of this apparent lack of middle ground rises up and takes over the White House.

The other thing that I've sort of been dwelling on is Guinea pigs. Apparently, they are going to (some of you are tired of hearing me rant about Guinea pigs I realize) introduce them into British cuisine (first the UK, then the world- the UK seeming to be an experimental testing ground for everything weird before it hits the masses (NA), hence 28 Days Later...ha ha ahh...bad movie reference) because apparently turkey is out, and guinea pig is in with very low cholesterol and high amounts of protein. Soon they will have guinea pig mascots for Atkins!

So of course this is kicking up a stink amongst pet owners (yes, the same ones that refrain from eating their cats, dogs and tarantulas (which taste like pecans btw)). More exactingly, 100 000 pet owners who happen to own Guinea pigs in Britain, are protesting the introduction of this petite cusinary delight (tastes like rabbit!). And a big to-do is being had by all. I really enjoy guinea pigs, as a pet, not dinner. Friends of mine have a guinea pig named Gizmo, and while he looks like a mop with two beady little button eyes, he is rather cute. However, they are smelly little things, and his only real endearing quality are the noises that he makes. High little chortling noises that are absolutely adorable. Like the cute noises that Gremlins make pre-water exposure.

"Awwww...."

But this said, though I wouldn't eat Gizmo, this is the only real redeeming quality he has. He doesn't like to be held, and his teeth are really long and yellow like he's hiding a tobacco related habit indulged in along with his nocturnalism. What the hell good is a pet that sleeps all day anyways?

"Gee, I'd sure love to play with my Guinea pig right now, seeing as I- the master, the pet owner and general source of alfalfa pellets- am awake right now. What's that little buddy? Sleeping? Don't want to play? You're grumpy because you nic out when awake? AAAGH!! Myrtle, the little bastard bit me!"

(Myrtle is such a rad name)

I imagine, though I've never experienced it, that if you wake up a nocturnal animal during the day that you could lose a limb or an eye, much like anyone who woke me up at four a.m. would get the nearest appendage broken with a clock-radio. And their teeth are huge, I mentioned that right? Look what beavers do to big trees, and think smaller, though probably with only a slight decrease in pressure per square inch of toothy Stephen-Harper goodness.

"So honey, what's for dinner tonight?"


I had to buy lunch again (hide your face in shame!) and as usual, the cheapest fare allowable in HUB is A&W. I am really starting to hate A&W. Not only do they suck my dollars away and make onion ring batter out of it, but they give me crap food in return because I can't afford to buy healthy food. "Of course this is their fault...." I know... but goddamn it you money pilfering fast food nazis! Ok, I feel better. And the tragic part was that I left my coquille st. Jacque left-overs sitting on the counter, ready to take them for lunch, and now it's probably gone bad, so it will never get eaten. NEVER. And I don't get to weasel casseroles from my grandmother very often.
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