I just read a great post shared by a friend about the scientific method and how you can't be mad at the result if the method was sound. I fully agree.
Then why do I have tarot cards and crystals in my house? Because I also like them.
Tuesday, December 12, 2017
Monday, December 11, 2017
Esoteric opinions
If people could stop assuming that the way they do certain tasks is THE way to do them and everyone else is doing it wrong, that would be great. Thanks! Same goes for opinions on esoteric topics (such as 'best song').
I don't count tongue in cheek statements or just 'this song is the best' - it's more when people refuse to acknowledge someone else might hold a different opinion (not including horrible racist or anti-science things of course).
I don't count tongue in cheek statements or just 'this song is the best' - it's more when people refuse to acknowledge someone else might hold a different opinion (not including horrible racist or anti-science things of course).
Wednesday, November 15, 2017
My life is mine
Tracee Ellis Ross is Glamour's Woman of the Year, and she is amazing.
“My life is mine” is my new motto.
Might deserve its own tattoo.
“My life is mine” is my new motto.
Might deserve its own tattoo.
Wednesday, November 08, 2017
Get over it
People (not just men) who think 'so he grabbed your ass/complimented your shape/whistled as you walked past, it's not that bad, get over it' - the problem is not exactly what was done/said in these situations (although they're bad enough), it's what we believe might follow.
Thursday, October 12, 2017
Attack ads
I don’t pretend to understand the nuances of politics. But when election time rolls around I review the policies of the candidates and watch a debate or two. And I pay attention to who actually answers the questions put to them, and to who runs ads that don’t talk about their own ideas.
Attack ads only tell me you don't have a plan - if you did, you would have spent the money to tell me why to vote for you, not why to not vote for the other guy. I'm looking at you, Ontario PC Party.
Attack ads only tell me you don't have a plan - if you did, you would have spent the money to tell me why to vote for you, not why to not vote for the other guy. I'm looking at you, Ontario PC Party.
Monday, October 02, 2017
They’re just vain
So at my second-to-last show during JFL42 a young man with a charming English accent asked me "Why do people take photos at these shows? They're just vain and wanting to say 'look what I was at that you weren't' right?"
Sunday, October 01, 2017
JFL42 2017
JFL42 is over and I loved it. But man, am I tired! Next year I'm taking the time off! Of the 10 days, one day I didn't see anything and one day I only saw one show - and I went to a tiny concert in the middle - and yet I still was able to see 24 shows, 38 separate performers and presenters.
Thursday, September 28, 2017
Outside In Makes It So!
Hey guys, I'm an author again!
Star Trek: The Next Generation came out 30 years ago, so ATB Publishing has another Outside In book - and I'm in it again!
It's packed with great new takes, including mine - my third inclusion in the series!
From the back cover:
Order today!
Star Trek: The Next Generation came out 30 years ago, so ATB Publishing has another Outside In book - and I'm in it again!
OUTSIDE IN MAKES IT SO: 174 New Perspectives on 174 Star Trek TNG Stories by 174 Writers
It's packed with great new takes, including mine - my third inclusion in the series!
From the back cover:
CELEBRATING 30 YEARS OF ENGAGING ADVENTURE!
Put ten Star Trek fans in a room and you’ll wind up with eleven opinions, 47 heated debates about the nature of the Holodeck and somebody cosplaying Worf in a transporter accident with the Crystalline Entity. That’s because Star Trek fans are gloriously weird, uniquely different and sometimes entirely outlandish. And so is this book.
Celebrating 30 years of Star Trek: The Next Generation, Outside In Makes It So is a collection of 174 reviews, one for every story of the show, the four movies and a few bonus extras. Well, we say “reviews,” but we mean that loosely: within these pages, you’ll find scripts, recipes, a Monty Python sketch, a psych test, gossip columns, newspaper ads, a sitcom, a eulogy and a daily log from Riker’s beard, not to mention insightful and thoughtful articles examining Picard-era Star Trek from just about every angle imaginable…and then some!
Provocative, engrossing, hilarious and utterly gonzo. These aren’t your father’s reviews.
Order today!
Thursday, August 24, 2017
Anxiety disorder?
My reaction to the one episode I watched of Handmaid’s Tale, and what’s been happening under the Cheeto 45, got me thinking. I know my mother had a growing anxiety disorder, do I need to worry about that? Anyway, I found this article, according to which there are 12 signs of anxiety disorder:
Monday, August 14, 2017
Dark Tower
So The Dark Tower was OK. Just OK. The problem with it is that, from what people saw in the trailers, this was really a really niche film that was made for the fans of the original series. But fans of the original series would not see what they wanted in the film.
Saturday, August 12, 2017
Epiglottis
Dreamed I was laying on my side in a room with other people in it, not sleeping but relaxing, and suddenly couldn't breathe, like my epiglottis refused to move no matter what I did.
Sunday, July 23, 2017
Coffee shop racism
Had coffee with Dad and two of our family friends earlier. All was well, then politics came up, and it came out that they believe Trump's tweets are the truth and Fox News is trustworthy. Ok, you can be blind if you like, go ahead. Then one of them (not my Dad but one of the couple) referred to President Obama at "the black devil" (in the context of 'that's what they call him down there' but without any clarification that they didn't share this opinion) - I was absolutely shocked, and ended the conversation. How can I ever speak to them again?
Tuesday, July 18, 2017
Sunday, July 16, 2017
Tuesday, May 23, 2017
Giving up?
So I've had this goal in my life for my entire adulthood. It's something my Mother excelled at, that other people do all the time and seem to find easy, and logically it is, but I've just never been able to do it. I've struggled with it for years. I've tried to take it in baby steps, I've tried to go all in and immerse myself, I've tried scheduling it, and nothing works. I think I'm making progress, and then I just collapse and it was all for nothing.
Thursday, May 11, 2017
Transit dreams
My dreams lastnight were all about transit - buses and subway
At one point Lisa Gerrard was giving a little free acapella concert on one side of the street at the westbound bus stop while Brendan Perry sat on a bench across the street at the eastbound stop talking about why they were there and what her songs meant.
At another point I got on a subway car as everyone else got off - it had been super packed, it must have been a changeover station - but the car had tables as well as seats, and two women got off and forgot their purses, but I couldn't get to them because a swarm of people got on.
Not sure what that all means.
At one point Lisa Gerrard was giving a little free acapella concert on one side of the street at the westbound bus stop while Brendan Perry sat on a bench across the street at the eastbound stop talking about why they were there and what her songs meant.
At another point I got on a subway car as everyone else got off - it had been super packed, it must have been a changeover station - but the car had tables as well as seats, and two women got off and forgot their purses, but I couldn't get to them because a swarm of people got on.
Not sure what that all means.
Tuesday, January 17, 2017
Edith Investigates
Edward sat in his usual chair, the high-backed leather one near the fireplace. He wore his slippers, and on the occasional table at his elbow sat a steaming cup of tea. A biscuit, not yet dunked, occupied a small plate beside it. He held the evening’s paper, engrossed in the front-page story.
“Edith, they’re at it again,” he proclaimed to his wife, who sat opposite him in a smaller brocade chair, working on a cross-stitched sampler by the light of a small lamp. “That lot around the corner on Paternoster Row, mixed up in that business.”
“Heavens,” said Edith distractedly, as she chose another thread from her sewing box, “what did they do this time?”
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