1. The University College Book Sale starts at noon today. All impoverished but stalwart bibliophiles are invited, and remember that on day one it is free with student ID (even if said ID is expired, or borrowed from a buddy who went to U of T), or $3 for the plebes with no good hook-ups in the community of higher education.
2. I forgot to explicitly mention on Monday that once again, I *heart* Rome, even though hardly anyone else on my FL except
3. I bought my sun-sensitive paints. And no, that does not mean that I have given up on the dream of the sheep.
4. I am beginning to doubt my sincerity about giving a proper review of my meal at Susur, as I keep leaving my notes at home. One thing, though: on the non-chocolate sampler dessert plate, Mr. Susur Lee had made a “green tea creme brulee”, which sounds appetizing enough but was actually a doppleganger for the taste (but thankfully not the colour or consistency) of the little green shamrock-shaped marshmallows you get in Lucky Charms. I doubt our madly piratical-looking gourmand (see below) has ever eaten Lucky Charms in his life, so he may be unaware of his flavour faux-pas. Seriously, though. One does not pay literally hundreds of dollars for a five-course meal that concludes with a dish in any way resembling freeze-dried sugar pucks.
5. Lost: one gigantic collection of beads and beading paraphernalia, including several pairs of needle-nose pliers, hooks, clasps, chains and gazillions of costly flameworked glass beads. Last seen in my old apartment on Spadina before I moved to Weston almost two years ago. Baby come back to mama. I miss you. If anyone has any leads whatsoever of the whereabouts of said bead collection, kisses and prizes will be rained down upon you. (
Might this be in the giant container full of “stuff that was supposed to be used to make packages for people but we never did that,” which was abandoned in my apartment around the time you went into your new-relationship-related hibernation?
He-Man was lost in the burglary, but the rest of whatever-it-is still appears to be there, taking up precious linen closet space. You’re more than welcome to investigate and reclaim it!
Petar watches Rome and loves it
Me? I’m not a Roman history fan.
*whimper*
Books!
What qualifies one as a “fan” of Roman history?
Does it involve buying the t-shirt?
😉
Shut it, bitch. 😉
No there are no t-shirts involved. But there are some people who are “fanatically” interested in Roman history. I am not one of them.
No nyah!
Is that a requirement for watching Rome?
In my books it is. I have never found “entertainment” – be it movies, films, tv, etc., based on Roman history enjoyable.
So I chose to not watch it. I could perhaps, be limiting myself, but *shrug* there’s lot of other things that I do find enjoyable, so I don’t much care. 😉
nope. no collection of beads roaming the house. i thought you took them with you on one of the first ‘stuff from the back room’ forays.
I have no idea, I don’t even know if I get whatever station it’s airing on, nor have I bothered to find out. I only know it exists because Moira keeps mentioning the sexual content. I just thought that not being a “fan” of Roman history was an unusual reason not to watch it, given that I had never considered that there were many people who considered themselves to *be* fans of Roman history.
It’s on TMN here in Canada, so no, you don’t get it on your TV.
Mayhap that was not the correct word choice, but I was only trying to indicateI have no like for nor interest in Roman History, which is why I wasn’t watching it.
I think I’ll just be quiet now.
he & anya can debate the historical accuracy of it….
and I haven’t seen this week’s vers. yet ’cause the BitTorrent going around seems to require an extra codex…and I’m lazy. But Adina’s going to burn it before we disassemble her TV tomorrow, so I should be good to go by Monday, pipes.
if it makes you feel better Moira, I have a sea trunk full of fabric & yarn…tra la la…
…that every time I pass by this entry I read your sentence as `I bought my sun-sensitive *pants*’?
For just a split-second every time I’m possessed by this image of you in hyper-colour pants – thank God those never actually got made (or did they?).
C
I’m thinking you may need to drop the good people of Susur a line letting them know how disappointed you were and how you’d like to have it made up to you. You’d be surprised what some restaurants are willing to do to assuage the fury of a disappointed patron.
Example: at the Armadillo, there once was a couple out for their anniversary dinner before heading to the theatre in Toronto. There was a crazy blizzard, half the servers didn’t show up for work, the service was appallingly slow as a result, and the couple missed their show. Great disappointment ensued.
A couple of days later, an executive at the company that owns the Armadillo showed up at their house with a bouquet of flowers, gift certificates to the Armadillo, and a promise to send them to the show of their choice in a limo.
And this was the freaking ARMADILLO. Who knows — maybe Susur will be similarly accommodating?
From what I can tell by watching various television shows and movies, fandom in ancient Rome appears to have been evenly split between “worship”, which involves making blood sacrifices and genuflecting before altars covered in burning tapers, tin sigils, and occasionally old men or naked fat women covered in red paint/dried blood, and “fanaticism”, which is the mass-hysteria mentality brought on by watching a group of people and animals batter on one another in an arena.
Melly has never struck me as the sort of person to exhibit either of those traits. She could certainly be a Roman history “buff”; that’s what I am. It mostly involves watching cinematic recreations of ancient Rome, and sometimes giggling at the very rude graffiti scrawled on the walls of the city in Latin, many bits of which I recognize from various rude Latin insult books that were popular with and I when we were in high school and taking Latin class together. Ego sum Mercator Graeco. Canis in via latrat. And all that.
Aaaand it’s time to make a ‘Rome’ icon.
Ooh, ooh! Yes! Maybe that’s it! When can I come look?
It sounds very like me to take a project to someone’s house with good intentions and then abandon it there for more than 24 months. Woefully irresponsible, and embarrassingly forgetful, but very like me.
It would have been to make hand-crafted gifties for, right?
Sad that He-Man got taken… he was supposed to go to for X-mas, with a note that Castle Greyskull would follow, and then in all the hustle and the bustle, I forgot he was in the bundle. I didn’t realize the burglars had taken him, too. 🙁
Yeah, the burglars took everything action-figurey in my home. I guess they have good resale value.
You can come by whenever you’d like… I’ll be around during the day this weekend, for example. Or in the evenings next week, although I have company Monday evening.
Lemme know when you’d like to stop by, and I’ll let you know if it’s feasible.