Thursday, December 6, 2007

Well, I certainly had an interesting day at work.

Yep, lame-o bomb threat. I guess to match the one they had on the ferry last week. Probably some pinhead kids who don't have the brains that God gave a troglodyte.

Or possibly someone disgruntled at our on-going job action. If so, this was a stupid way to go about it. We didn't suffer. Hell, we got an double-long lunch hour, hanging around at the nearby Tim Horton's waiting for the all clear. The only people truly put out by this would have to be (A) other patrons and (B) the police, who had to waste manpower (and bomb-sniffing dogpower) making sure the public was going to be safe.

I repeat... pinheads.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

So, famous Science Guy Bill Nye has had to file a restraining order against his former fiancee, who apparently tried to poison him. On hearing this news, my brain immediately went into flashback mode, remembering Bill's days on "Almost Live!". Along with every other male cast member, he had his turn playing a suffering boyfriend of... "The Worst Girlfriend in the World".

Irony can be pretty ironic sometimes.

Oooooh she's the worst girlfriend in the world!
A psycho bitch from hell, yeah, that's the girl!
She's the worst girlfriend in the world!
The worst girlfriend in the woooooorld!

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Time for a little catch up. And, yes, I've been bad about keeping up this blog. It will almost certainly continue that way. But I think we'll live.

Much work relief. I now have a full-time permanent position with the library. Whew! It's at the Emily Carr branch, which is really my first choice. Not too far from home, not too crazy (although by no means dead slow).

We are still in the middle of job actions, however. We have shut down the public internet terminals, are closed between 12 and 1 everyday as we all take lunch simultaneously, and have stopped collecting overdue fines. We've also had a few strike days here and there, some involving picketing and one where we all went to a "study session" at strike HQ, where we spent four hours listening to talk about pay equity. I drifted off for about ten minutes during hour three. Nobody noticed.

Still, at least I do have that new position. If I play my cards right, I'll never have to go through another job interview again.

I will try to post something half-way interesting next time.

Sunday, October 14, 2007

Heh. Hehheh. Hehhehheh. Ha! Ha ha ha! Hahahaha!!! Bwahahahahaha!!! ... Oh... Oh, my sides... Oh, God... Deep breaths... Deeeep breaths... Okay. Okay, I'm all right now. Okay... You really do have to be a fan of Homestar Runner to get it.

{glances up a picture} Bwahahahahahahahaha!!!! {falls out of chair} Ow... Hee...

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

I think our rally at City Hall last Friday went well. (I'm not really certain, as this was my first work-action rally.) Folks were pretty pumped, and loud and boisterous. Which, I guess, is what you want at one of these. Several speakers were there, including one of Victoria's MLAs. There's even footage of it on YouTube. I'm even visible! Just. For about two seconds beginning around 1:20 on the right hand side of the screen.

Oh, wait. Make that around 1:57, counting down. Forgot it did that. Anyway, no more job actions until after Thanksgiving. We're giving them time to "reconsider their position". Here's hoping...

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Mutiny update. Arrr! Although we are already technically mutinying against the scurvy dogs, we are still choosing to swab decks and raisin' the mizzenmast, we have had two wee work stoppages. Three hours each, one last Thursday and the other the Friday afore that. But the land-lubbers still refuse to parley, so this comin' Friday, we will be havin' a full day's mutiny. We'll all be meetin' on the main deck at 11 bells, then marchin' to the captain's quarters and then hangin' the officers from the yardarm!

(Non-Pirate Day translation: Strike update. Although we are technically already on strike, we have chosen so far to remain open for the time being, with only a couple of three hour job actions. One last Thursday and another the Friday before. But the powers that be still refuse to return to the bargaining table so this coming Friday, we will be having a full work stoppage for the whole system. We will be meeting at the Central branch downtown, then marching to City Hall for a rally. Anybody in the area interested in helping out woefully underpayed library workers, please come join us on Friday. Arrr.)

Monday, August 27, 2007

I aten't dead. 'Nuff said; moving on.

My mini-golf birthday bash. Wow, that was a long day. In a good way. Nice picnic, a couple of rounds of mini-golf and... the bumper boats. When we'd decided we wanted to do the bumper boats, we though that that would be all there was involved. Boats. Smacking into each other's bumpers. Like bumper cars. When we got into the boats, though, we realized that they had water cannons on them. Oh, boy. The four of us (me, Lynn, Rob and Kama) and a few kids. Needless to say, the kids were merciless with their cannons. Mostly towards Rob, but we all got our share of spray. On the other hand, it was nice to have targets I felt no remorse about soaking back. So, we ended up just a tad wet at the end of it all...

Good news on the work front. I finally score a permanent position with the library, out at the Juan da Fuca branch. It's only half-time, but it's a big step forward. And a relief.

It was all rather whirlwind. Thursday afternoon, I get a phone call asking if I can come in for the interview the next morning at 9! I make it in, do the interview and am told the decision will be known later that day. I got a call right around lunch telling me I got the position! Less that 24 hours. Whew...

Bad news on the work front. A strike seems increasingly unavoidable. This might become my "strike blog" for a while. Heavy sigh.

Saturday, August 11, 2007

Ahem. Yes, it's been a while since posting. And I have no good excuse. I have excuses; they're just not good ones.

One excuse is that Lynn and I have managed to get ourselves addicted to World of Warcraft. Really, though, it's a small miracle that we hadn't already gotten sucked into the world of WoW. (I guess that, unabbreviated, that would be the world of World of Warcraft. That's a messy phrase.)

So far, Lynn's got, um, four characters, I think? Maybe five. I'm just sticking to two. Which, in a bit of web weirdness, you can actually see, even if you don't play the game. There's Duglas (so called because Douglas was unavailable on our chose server), the human paladin. And there's Lumiaris (so called because I couldn't think of anything and just went with a randomly generated name), the night elf druid.

Moving on to other happenings... the strike vote I mentioned a couple of posts back? 90% in favour. No strike is imminent, but if negotiations don't improve sometime soon, it looks like we'll be hittin' the pavement.

I hope to have something actually interesting to post soonish. We're going up-island tomorrow with Rob and Kama to mini-golf. There may be photos. And it so happens to be my 39th birthday tomorrow, as well, although it wasn't planned to have the two together. Just turned out that way.

Saturday, July 21, 2007

Well, didn't get any of the permanent positions at the new branch. However, this kind of thing usually starts a bit of a domino effect, so there should be a couple of other positions opening up to try out for. Plus, I've got myself two full weeks of work at the beginning of August. 35 hour weeks. Which means guaranteed two-day weekends with Lynn. So that's good.

In more work-related goings on, today is Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows day. The day the branches receive copies of the most anticipated book since... well, since ever. We've had e-mails reminding us that the books were strictly off-limits until launch day. I believe the phrase "serious penalties" was used (words to that effect anyway). All the regular copies will, of course, have reserves on them and not hit the shelves proper for months and months. For the Fast Read copies, though, I half-expect fisticuffs. (Fast Reads are high in demand books that you can only take out for one week with no renewals and cannot be reserved.)

It's all quite entertaining really, witnessing a book release with security measures usually reserved for foreign dignitaries and rock stars.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Good-ish and bad-ish news on the work front.

Had my interview this morning for one of the permanent positions at the new Saanich Centennial branch opening in the fall. I feel fairly good about the interview, which is better than I usually feel coming out of these things. Hence the "good". On the other hand, I still may not get the position. Hence the "-ish".

And it looks like this weekend we take a strike vote. Yay. So, even if I do get one of these new positions, we may not be working. And slowly going broke. Hence the "bad". On the other hand, maybe it will be a successful tactic, we won't be out for long and at least some of our demands will be met. Hence the "-ish".

I wonder if it's time to start playing the lottery...

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Haven't had much to blog about the last little while. But I don't want to let the blog slide, so I need to post something.

Ah. "The Sound of Drums" on Doctor Who. Wow. Just... wow. Super drama. Super-duper drama. I seriously have no idea how this story is going to wrap up. The episode also allowed me a couple of Geek Level Doctor Who Knowledge moments. The orange skies of Gallifrey: yup, Susan referred to orange skies waaaaaay back in the original's first season (maybe in "An Unearthly Child", but also possibly in "Marco Polo"). And the Master watching Teletubbies: the original Master, while imprisoned during the Pertwee story "The Sea Devils", found himself enthralled by the British children's TV series The Clangers. Heh. The Master offering people jelly babies: well, that one's a gimme, really...

Oh, got myself a Facebook account. Lynn got one after discovering some friends having one, I decided to give it a shot, too. Kinda fun. Lynn and I can actually play Scrabble through it, even while one of us is at work. Just log in during a break and take a turn.

Thursday, June 21, 2007

I love it when a patron at the library has a celebrity's name. Last hour, I helped a patron named... Bruce Campbell.

Hail to the king, baby.

Saturday, June 16, 2007

Just finished watching the new episode of Doctor Who, "Utopia".




(Derek Jacobi really is one kick-ass actor, isn't he?)
I had a voice class with Mark Hellman on Wednesday, the first in a long, long while. Just a little refresher to begin with. The old "engage the body" thing. Becoming aware of my breathing (which really needs some work), loosening up, et cetera.

I did notice one thing in particular. When I tried to exhale long "f" or "v" sounds, they're not quite right. My lower lip went to the same place as it did before I had that dental surgery a couple of summers back. Which is now the wrong place if I want to be properly enunciating.

Still, I felt relatively good about the session. We zipped through a good amount of training over the single hour as I remembered much of it with just a little prompting from Mark. I must schedule a couple more sessions over the next couple of weeks.

On a new topic, I was a king-sized dunce earlier this week. A couple of permanent postions came available at the library. Positions that I fully intended to apply for. Except for the fact that my brain kept telling me I had until the end of the week to apply. Turns out that my brain was wrong. The deadline was the beginning of the week. King. Sized. Dunce. In the slightest of defences, though, I mentioned this to a co-worker and managed to finished my story herself when I was about half-way through. Although she was not thinking of applying for any of the positions herself, she did think that the deadline was a departure from all other posted positions over the last six or eight months. Still. Dunce.

Saturday, June 9, 2007

Well, it's not the most momentous announcement, but I've finally gotten off my big, fat... procrastination muscle and gotten a hold of Mark Hellman, my "voice guy". We've only arranged one session for next Wednesday, just to see where I'm at for now. I think it's important to do that, given that, after my dental surgery a while back, I essentially have a whole new mouth than when I last worked with him.

Now, I just need to think of a project of some sort to actually work towards. Hmm.

In other news, Lynn is away on Saltspring Island this weekend with her scooter group. They go there every June and two-wheeledly explore and wander. This means she can't update her blog herself, so I've been adding some placeholders on her behalf. So, basically, that means parties and strippers here all weekend. And if you believe that last sentence even the slightest bit, you've obviously never met me.

So, I've just blogged in my blog about blogging in someone else's blog on their behalf. Is there such a thing as a "meta-blog"? Because I think I've just hit one.

Friday, June 1, 2007

I've been a bad blogger. So, time for a little catch-up.



Okay. New book for Lynn and me. We finished Mr. Thundermug pretty quickly. It was a very thin book. Sort of peculiar. Somewhat humourous. Not really a story, more a series of vignettes about the history of this talking baboon. I think it was intended as a comment on some aspect of humanity. Exactly which aspect, I'm not sure.

We have now moved on to Hamish X and the Cheese Pirates by Sean Cullen, the first in a planned ongoing series about an orphan boy called Hamish X (a second book is already in the library system). Now this is one insane book. The author, Sean Cullen, is a Canadian comedian formerly of the comic musical group Corky and the Juice Pigs, who now works on his own. And he is stark... raving... mad. And I mean that in the best way possible. In this YouTube clip of C and the JP, he's the one on the right:

This first installment in the series introduces us to Hamish, an orphan whose name is feared by orphanage owners around the world. The nasty ones anyway. Hamish is placed in the Windcity Orphanage and Cheese Factory, run by the evil Mr. Viggo Schmaltz, creator of Caribou Blue Cheese (made, naturally, from caribou milk). Hamish plots his escape with the help of some new friends. Meanwhile, somewhere out there in the world... the Cheese Pirates grow closer and closer...

The story itself is crazy enough but then there are the footnotes. Here's one example. Cullen describes the cheese making process and mentions that the curds have the liquid squeezed out the them. A footnote to that explains:

Curds, not Kurds. Curds are immature morsels of cheese that must be ripened and
aged over time. Kurds are a people who inhabit a region that encompasses
southern Turkey and northern Iraq. No one knows if Kurds ripen with age, but it
is likely that if they were pressed, liquid would come out of them.

Needless to say, after reading this aloud to Lynn, I had to stop while we tried to get control of our giggles. In fact, that happens after the vast majority of the footnotes.

I'm guessing our next joint-read will be the next Hamish book, Hamish X and the Hollow Mountain.

In other news, or rather non-news, I keep managing to put off calling back Mark Hellman to try and get back into the voice work. The last couple of times I've called, I've managed to just get his machine and left messages saying I'll try him again. And so far, I'm still trying to call him again. Stupid intertia.

Monday, May 14, 2007

Swindon... Swindon? Swindon. Swindon!!!

I was just looking at my blog visitor stats on Sitemeter. Mostly the usual. Folks from here in Victoria, some in Vancouver, a couple from Toronto. Right, there's the usual Japan visits. A scattering of U.S. visitors (I seem to have a regular visitor from San Luis Obispo in California). But... what's this? On Thursday, I had a visitor from...

Swindon! One of my favourite places that I've never been. The setting for Jasper Fforde's Thursday Next stories. And the hometown of (swoon) Billie "Rose Tyler" Piper. So, a heartfelt greeting to that visitor, should they ever drop by again. Oh, and if you should happen to bump into Ms. Piper, tell her I'm willing to bear her children.


What? Why are you all staring like that? What?!

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Especially observant visitors may have noticed that I've changed the "what I'm reading" list down the side of the page. However, I am not actually finished reading Stephen Baxter's Emperor, but am taking a quick break from it. Again.

It's not that I'm not enjoying the book. I am. Well, I'm enjoying the story anyway. The book itself is a little dry in tone. It's definitely an engineer's view of Roman history (or alternate history). Baxter's insane amount of techincal detail suits his hard SF stories better. But I do want to see where this multi-volume epic will eventually lead. Just in bits a pieces right now. It doesn't help that I find myself easily distracted by the novelty of my still-relatively-new PeeEssPee. As for the out and out break...

...that's due to a new Kage Baker book. It's been out for a few months now; how did I miss that?! I love this woman's writing, especially her Company series. With her words, she is able to make you burst out loud laughing one page, and feel you heart well and truly wrenched on the next. Gods and Pawns is a collection of short stories in her Company universe and I couldn't be happier that something has come along to fill the gap between novels.

For those of you who don't know the series. it's all about the immortal, time-travelling cyborgs who have lived among us since the dawn of time in order to make money for the Dr. Zeus company a few centuries in our future. I kid you not. And these characters are wonderfully human. Again, I kid you not. I find myself automatically empathising with Lewis, a Literature Preserver. He's the nice guy who will, for example, let Mendoza (a Botanist on whom he has a sizeable secret crush) take the remaining tent after the flash flood almost completely destroys their camp. I love the guy.

I've also changed the book that Lynn and I are reading together. We've finished Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal, the funniest (and surprisingly touching) retelling of the New Testament (including the missing bits) you've ever read. Next up is Mr. Thundermug, the tale of a talking baboon.

In other catch up news, I should mention that Lynn has started her own blog, Everything I Eat. It was inspired by the surprisingly addictive book Everything I Ate: A Year in the Life of My Mouth, in which the author, Tucker Shaw, took a picture of everything he ate for an entire year. And, unlike me, she actually updates her blog regularly! Every day even!

Saturday, April 28, 2007

I interviewed for another permanent part-time position at the library's downtown branch. Got word yesterday that I didn't get it. On the other hand, I felt a lot better going into this one than previously. I think I'm improving quite a bit with each succesive interview, so it's only a matter of time before I get some regular position somewhere. After all, I've been doing the auxiliary clerk thing for less that a year at this point. (This is me trying to remain positive about the whole thing. I figure that if I fret too much about not getting a particular position, it'll put me off my game when the next one rolls around. Gotta keep the "Little Clerk That Could" mentality.)

On my way into work yesterday, I walked past a guy who resembled a puffy, slovenly, declining-years Joe Don Baker. So, really, Joe Don Baker at any given point in his adult life.

"Go ahead on."

Thursday, April 19, 2007


Lynn suggested this one:

Where Willy Went...
by Nicholas Allan. It is, as the cover notes, "the big story of a little sperm".

Now, don't get me wrong. I have no problem with teaching youngsters about the facts of life. (You see, you take the good, you take the bad, you take them both and there you have... wait a minute. Since when do "bad" and "have" rhyme?) The contents are the book are pretty inoffensive and does a decent if simplistic job of explaining the facts to the sprogs. But...

Where Willy went? Where Willy went?! Is that a wise name to be using in this context? I know they were going for alliteration but, come on!

And the poor girl born in our tale, saddled with the name... Edna. I can only presume this name was chosen because of the 99.9% likelyhood that it wouldn't match the name of any young girl reading the book. The name only reminds me of that old recurring sketch on "SCTV", Ted and Edna Boil's Organ Emporium". "Isn't that right, Tex?" "That's right, Edna!"

But the icing on the cake... oh, dear god, I hope that's icing... the icing on the cake is the dedication (which does not appear until the end of the book). "To Rod Stewart." The hell?! Rod Stewart?! Rod "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy" Stewart? Where did that come from? I... I... ... I got nothin'. That's just too bizarre for me to come up with a witty comment...

Friday, April 13, 2007

Where was I? Right, checking into the Vancouver Delta Suites. Niiiiiice place. We checked in with the assistance of the extremely enthusiastic Alison. Along with our keys, we received... a cookie. A pleasantly warm chocolate chip cookie. Each. Lynn and I looked at each other with looks that probably said, "Holy cow! They gave a cookie! A pleasantly warm chocolate chip cookie! Each!" Needless to say, this instantly become our favourite hotel ever.

Our suite turned out to be a corner suite, which meant big windows giving us a view of the city pretty much any direction we chose to face. (I'm not good with heights, yet this didn't bother me. Well, unless I did something really stupid, like press my face right up against the window. Which is something I tried to avoid doing. Duh.)

After getting settled in, we headed out for dinner at Shabusen on Burrard, where much sushi and Korean BBQ was consumed. Yum!

We took a few shots of some gargoyles and other architectural bits on the way there:

And the Vancouver Olympic countdown clock:

Yep, that's a clock all right. ... Okay.

On the way back it poured. We did have an umbrella but we were still pretty wet by the time we made it back to the hotel. Some passing employee spotted us approaching and leapt to help us through the door. Once back in our room, we discovered there was only one robe in the room. Calling down to the front desk produced an extra robe at our door after about, oh, a little more than a minute.

The rest of the evening was spent lounging on the comfy, king-size bed, in our robes watching a little TV. Oh, yeah, we were roughin' it. Late in the evening, we were feeling a wee bit peckish. "Oh, look, 24-hour room service. May we have a fruit and cheese platter, please? Oh, thank you for bringing that to our room. Here's a little something for your trouble. Time to scarf!"

That would be brie event number 1. Eating our lovely fruit and cheese platter in bed.

Tell me why anyone would ever voluntarily go camping for a holiday when this is available?

After a very nice night's sleep, we headed down for breakfast at the hotel's restaurant, Millennium. Brie event #2 happened when I order a large, yummy omelette with ham and cheese.

We checked out a little later (man, we scored on the Easter special - our total bill, with taxes, phone call charges and our room service was less than half the room's normal base rate). A little shopping at Pacific Centre and a little wandering around led us to:

The Vancouver Art Gallery. We decided, sure, what the heck. I rather liked the Acting the Part: Photography as Theatre exhibit and Lynn enjoyed the collection of Vancouver photographs by Fred Herzog. We were both left underwhelmed by the Huang Yong Ping retrospective, though. It was that weird, kind of pretentious art that everybody likes to pretend they understand but don't really. You know you're in trouble when the exhibits materials, instead of reading "watercolour on canvas" or "silver nitrate photograph", contain... "lion feces". Um, yeah.

We headed back to the SkyTrain station, stopping for a bite to eat in a handy food fair. We picked a Café Suprême (which we'd never heard of before) and... brie event #3 happened when I chose a ham and brie pannini. A ham and brie pannini... in a mall food court. Go fig.

We were right on time for the bus back to the ferry, then into town.

Despite working three evening shifts this week, I've felt fairly relaxed this week. I'm putting it down to all the brie.

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Day one of our holiday was on Sunday, April 8. Lynn and I got up at the crack of dawn (or close to it, anyway) and headed downtown to board the bus that took us to the ferry, onto the ferry, then off the ferry to downtown Vancouver. We had a pleasant enough breakfast of scrambled eggs and meaty accompaniments on the ferry.

The bus station in Vancouver is only a brief walk from Science World, which was our first destination. The usual interactive sciencey stuff was available and fun was had with those. According to one exhibit, it turns out that Lynn has a much stronger grip than I do, but then I beat her at the wheelchair race simulation. The machine that lets you move a ball with your brain's theta waves was unfortunately not fuctioning, though.

There were two featured exhibits while we were there. One to do with the human body and its functions, another about chocolate. We were each given a Purdy's hegdehog chocolate when we paid for our tickets. Nice.

The chocolate exhibit was mostly displays about how chocolate is made, from cocao beans through to bar format.

The body exhibit had a lot of the usual ick, including displays of implants. Especially creepy was the artifical eye section, although the artificial hips and the like were more interesting. And then there was this:

A breast implant and a testicular implant together in the same box. Thus representing the two human body parts that men care about the most.

After a quick bite of lunch at the Science World's very noisy Triple O's by White Spot (note to self; holiday Sunday = insane amount of kids at Science World), we caught the end of the "LocoMotion" program, where a staff member demonstrates the laws of physics with folks from the audience. Here's the end of the "conservation of energy" demo:

After wrapping up at Science World, we caught the SkyTrain and headed off to the Vancouver Delta Suites, the nicest hotel we have ever stayed in. To read all about it, tune in next time...

Monday, April 9, 2007

BrieFest 2007! Seriously, I had more brie or meals containing brie over the last two days than I have had in, oh, the last two years.

For the Easter weekend, Lynn and I took a rare holiday trip. Just over to the mainland and just overnight, but man it was nice. Pictures were taken and over the next few days, I plan to recount our adventures.

Just... not tonight. Ironically, I need to wind down a bit from my holiday. Par for the course, really.

Sunday, April 1, 2007

Oooooeeeeoooooooooooo! He's back (again)! And it's about time (again)!

Yep, with the episode "Smith and Jones", series three of my all-time favourite show, Doctor Who, premiered on the BBC last night (and was immediately bittorrented by us). With a new companion! (Sob... my Rose... she's really gone...) With a hospital on the Moon! With... talking bipedal rhinos? Um... Okay, sure, what the hell? Why not? A few random thoughts (and be warned, this'll be spoilery):

Martha Jones, the new companion. Okay, she's not Rose. No one could ever be Rose. But, you know, she'll do. She's a medical doctor (well, almost), that should come in useful. She certainly could use a break from her insane, always argueing family. And she's, well, if I need to describe her in one word, I'd pick "sensible". While her family bickers away, she's the calm in the middle of a storm. And when things go seriously pear-shaped at the hospital, she keeps the coolest head (next to the Doctor).

The Judoon. Possibly just a leeeetle close to the Sontarans. Fortunately, their motivations are plenty different. The Sontarans are all about combat and conquest. The Judoon are about enforcing rather extreme laws and sheer bloody-mindedness.

The Doctor. Well, he's the Doctor, isn't he? Gotta love this look:

One especially interesting character moment for him, though. When asked if he had a brother, he responds, "Not anymore." Oink? Where's that headed?

Ontological paradox alert!

The Doctor appears to Martha early in the episode, takes off his tie and says, "Like so? See?" Martha tells the Doctor about this later on. The Doctor travels back through time to prove he can do so and takes off his tie in front of her. So... where did the tie-removal idea come from? The Doctor took of his tie because, well, because he took off his tie. It's Bad Wolf all over again!

All in all, a very good episode to introduce a companion in.

He's back!

Tuesday, March 20, 2007


I just about shrieked in terror when I spotted this little beauty:

Richard Simmons: Dance Your Pants Off. I'm sorry, but under no circumstances do I want Richard Simmons mentioning my pants. Ever.

The description on the back of the video invites you to "Simmonsville" (shudder) where you can boogie those pounds away to, ahem, "classic" songs of the '80s. Check out that list of tunes:

  • "Celebration"
  • "She Works Hard For The Money"
  • "Flashdance"
  • "All Night Long"
  • "The Rose"
  • "Total Eclipse Of The Heart"

"Total Eclipse Of The Heart". "Total Eclipse Of The Heart"! You're meant to work out to Bonnie Tyler's overraught, Wagnerian magnum opus? Is it the 47 minute version or only the 17 minute radio edit?

And "The Rose"? Double that with "Eclipse" and you've got the most depressing work-out ever! "Come on, work it, people! ... Why are you all curled up into the fetal position and sobbing?"

I didn't manage to wear anything green, but we did do something for Saint Patrick's Day on Saturday.

Our friend Kathleen's birthday is on the 21st, but instead of getting her a gift, she wanted us to join her and her significant other Brian and a couple of other friends at the Central Bar and Grill downtown for a performance by Jim Byrnes and his blues band. (You know, the guy from "Wiseguy" and "Highlander: The Series".)

The music was entertaining enough, but the real thrills came from watching those around. A lot of increasingly drunk bar patrons who were just enough past their prime for it to be truly embarrassing when they started shaking their moneymakers. Folks who really should know better flailing their arms in a most uncoordinated fashion. There was much giggling from Lynn and myself. Especially when that one lady fell over. I kid you not. She and her beau are "rockin'" away and suddenly, WHUMP, she's on the floor. She wasn't hurt or anything, mostly embarrassed. Oh, and none of this was anywhere near the actual dancefloor. And some people wonder why I don't drink...

Still, I'd rather be surrounded by happy drunks than the type who appeared in my last post.

Friday, March 16, 2007

Heavy sigh...

Well, I didn't get either of the available positions. One of my interviews told me that I did do well enough, I had no answers wrong, I obviously have the knowlegde, I just needed to bring up more points under the "what skill have I got" and "why would you be a good addition to our team" categories. Which I knew.

I get into that small (yet surprisingly echo-ey) room and I metaphorically shrink. My brain shrinks, my voice shrinks and my ego shrinks. Tiny little specks about the size of Mickey Rooney. I'm going to give Mark Hellman a call and set up some voice lessons with him; I'm sure it'll help with the incredible shrinking voice part anyway.

On the plus side, last night my name ended up on its very first "incident report" at work. Yay. I had an evening shift at one of the branches and this... person (and I use the term loosely) was making a pain of himself on and off all evening. Very loud and abusive and more than a little drunk (I detected an alcohol-based funk following him around). It all came to a head when he was using the pay phone and yelling into it. The librarian asked him to leave but he acted like she wasn't even there. So, the police were called. He left before they could arrive, though, so we just called back and gave them a description. He was ranting quite a bit as he left, mentioned that he had been on the phone with "The Major". Um. Yeah. I guess we're all in trouble now. (Please note sarcarsm.) He then asked me where the way out was. We were about 10 feet from the very obvious front door.

As we were filling out the incident report, a patron who'd had her own run in with shared her experience with us. He was extremely rude to her, using profanity... while her kid was nearby!

The pitfalls of being a public library.


Okay, reading most of that over in print, it doesn't sound nearly as tense as being there. But believe you me, we had some adrenaline pumping at the time!

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Deep breaths, dammit. Deep breaths...

There are a couple of permanent part-time positions coming up at the downtown branch of the library and my interview for them is imminent. Less than half an hour, actually. It's not a big deal if I don't get it, I'm getting plenty of auxiliary hours, but it'd be nice to have a regular schedule, not to mention benefits. And vacation time. Ooooh, vacation time. Still, though, currently doing well.

But, even though it's not a big deal, I'm still a big ball of anxiety. Okay, maybe a medium-sized ball of anxiety. My heart's beating faster that it really needs to and I'm all fidgety. I know I can do the job and I know I have a firm grasp on policy and procedure... It's just that "selling myself" thing. That just gives me the willies.

I should've taken a Gravol or something to calm myself down. Planned to, actually. In fact, I can clearly visualise the box of Gravol sitting on the bathroom counter at home right this moment. Can I have a "D'oh!"?

Wednesday, March 7, 2007


So, I'm at the downtown library yesterday, pulling requested holds. And I find this on the list:

Yes, that is a bedspread featuring a full 3-D garden. When I first saw the cover, I simply said to myself: "Oh. My. God." I showed it to a few others back in the workroom. Their reactions: "Oh. My. God." Some of us discussed the possibility of yarn topiary. Using little, teeny tiny gardening shears.

Sunday, March 4, 2007

So, I met with Mark Hellman for lunch on Friday and talked about where I want to go with the whole voice work thing. Wish to God I knew.

We did chat about the whole podcast phenomenon and I might do something with that. I really think I'm going to have to do a little "basic training" with him for a while first, though. I need a little help getting over constantly clenching my teeth. My jaw's like a rock. I must remember to send him links to Decoder Ring Theatre and Doctor Floyd, though, to give him a little idea of the kinds of podcast I'm enjoying.

In other news...

Last night, we actually had company over. Annie from the AmazonRPG mailing list was over from the mainland with her boyfriend Bryant, who I got to meet for the first time. Damn, these people are insane. And I mean that in the best way possible. Bryant has a number of "characters" that he likes to break out to confuse and embarrass those around him and he and Annie regaled us with tales of those characters' adventures. Lynn and I are considering cultivating our own to use, especially if we ever decide to go on a cruise. We're thinking undercover hitman and his helper/assistant/apprentice. "So, what do you do for a living?" "I'm not at liberty to discuss that." "Ha! Funny! So, seriously." "I'm not at liberty to discuss that." I don't think I could keep a straight face, though. God knows neither of us could stop laughing last night.

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

To quote Boris Badenov: "Allow me to introduce myself!" (You know, the accent really doesn't come across in print...)

Hi, I'm Doug. Doug Scott. On the internet, I usually go by Doug A Scott (A for Arthur) because it makes my name at least a tiny bit less... dull. If you have a look around my homepage, you'll be able to tell that I'm something of a geek. I'm into all the nerdy things. Science fiction and fantasy (in all media formats: film, TV, books), comic books, video games. I've got a pop culture reference for most situations. (You don't think so? "I find your lack of faith disturbing.")

I currently live in Victoria, British Columbia, Canada. Which means I'm on an island in the Pacific. No polar bears or smoke monsters, though. I'm a library clerk, married to another library clerk, the lovely Lynn. We've been together a little more than 15 glorious years now.

I'm nearly 40 years old and, despite my current profession, still don't know what I want to do when I grow up. Well, that's not entirely true. I'm interested in voice acting. I'm hoping to get back into exploring the field again soon, after a break for a couple of years due to some major dental surgery. I suppose one goal of this blog is to chronicle my attempts to make something of this. I'm hoping for a bit of a feedback loop where I do something interesting so that I can put it in my blog. Then, after putting something in the blog, I'll need to follow it up. ... "The theory is sound." (Egon Spengler)

I think that's enough autobiographical nuggets for the time being. We'll see if more follow.

Sunday, February 25, 2007

Hello? Hello? Mr. Magic Plane Person? Hello?

Okay, I'm gonna try another one of these. In the past I've attempted to keep up a LiveJournal with some limited on-again, off-again success. Largely off-again. I think it's the "journal" part. It makes me feel like I have to be updating it regularly, so I feel guilty having not updated in a while, so I end up avoid the damned thing.

I recently gave a MySpace blog a shot. Oh, look. One whole post. Moving on.

So, I figured I'd give the big ol' officially-named-"Blog"-registered-tradmark-copyrighted-patent-pending system a try. Especially since I now have a couple of friends who have got their own as well (Lesley and Alisa - check sidebar for links).

Don't anyone expect a coherent theme or tone for this blog, at least not for a good, long while. I do hope that having somewhere to write things down will actually inspire me to do things to write down.

Well, there we go, my first official bloggy post. Expect the next few posts to be "hi, this is me" type stuff.