this week has been way too easy for me: i’ve basically skirted as much responsibility as possible and have had a number of days off. this is one of them, and of course, it’s raining, because i am biologically predestined to hate the sun. nah, i’m just unlucky. anyways, it’s bronwyn’s birthday today (well, it was when i wrote this, and it’s now kate’s birthday, and it’s still raining)–she’s twenty, finally, happy birthday bronze (and kate!)–so i plan to at least kick back a little more than i have been for that occassion. and i haven’t even mentioned the sheer debauchery that will come to be known as kate’s birthday this weekend. so far, we’ve made it through saturday night at hess and a rainy day on the beach at dover, but there is still people to see, and beers to drink. i’m going to need a vacation from vacation.

speaking of beer, glorious beer (and i’m pounding an oh-so-typical grasshopper wheat beer right now, oh estrogen!) metro news published an article about women and beer. now, before i say anything else, let me remind you of my deep love for both women and beer; just read, and tell me what i’m objecting to.

i’m in the city now, in my old place, although i just went to measure my new room a couple doors down. i was apprehensive when we rolled up here last night: toronto has and is about to undergo some pretty ridiculous and unsavoury budget cuts to policing, community centres, the ttc, and lower level (meaning part time and temp workers) government peeps, all because david miller just plain and simply saw a disaster looming and ran out of ideas as to how to fix it. instead he pulled the “let’s give them less and ask for more taxes, because lord knows that that’s the easiest way to go without having to give myself or my buddies a pay cut“. add to this that this province, and this city in particular has seen it’s unemployment levels rise, AND that i finally made it through children of men; i feel totally distopian, like this place is about to disintegrate into a hellish sinkhole festering with shoddy social services and general discontent. not cool.

so as i was saying, children of men has me all freaked out. i, like every other person on earth who has read a book and enjoyed it, appreciates the distopian genre of literature. it started with orwellian fatalism, as it always does, and led me to the point where i am literally crying because michael caine’s character was killed ‘in cold blood’ (word up for having to read capote and mailer in my lit non-fiction class next year). anyways, i totally think that all of that bullshit is possible–we’re doomed. i don’t mean that i fully expect all of it’s creepy premonitions to come true, but i definitely see a lot of haters (see those nasty chicks in the sobey’s parking lot yesterday, wtf?) around who are bringing us down. including me.

i’ve been working on this post for way too long, and i’ve lost the wherewithall to finish it–i’ve only got one job now and it’s making me lazy as shit. before you go, send a letter to mattel and tell them that you don’t give a fuck about american kids who are stupid enough to swallow magnets, but that you’d really like them to review their ethics in their chinese/taiwanese factories. $2 export taxes paid by china on barbie doll as one of THEIR exports? PUH-LEASE.

oh, and is anyone else tired of seeing these fucking astronauts (who also happen to be chicks) on tv being asked how they do their hair in space? they’re physicists! holy shit!

i’m so tired of the cbc.