Turkey Delight
Topic: WC - Daily Practice
Sunday 8Oct06 8:42pm

A lazy day all tryptophaned out.

My turkey came out perfect yesterday, the stuffing was exquisite and the roast beef wasn't too shabby either. I was good and had veggies with my meal. Not my norm but with the arthritic toes one has to be more mindful. Had a friend over who got to meet Miss Zelda and partake of my new favorite beer, Mill St Tankard ale.

I wasn't going to check out Inside the Actors studio with Dustin Hoffman but decided to turn it on for a minute and watched it for the full two hours. He makes you want to do a program like method acting. Strasbourg, Adler and the other people that really pushed a seriousness to acting. I wish there was a writing program like that. Or a place that I could be absorbed in it with others for a couple years. When all else fails it's time to hit the books.

I had another dream about the one who's presence shall not be acknowledged. Strange. I had come across his list of observations which seemed to be his version of journal keeping. On the list were comments and observations about me starting with My Shelley this and My Shelley that. Was heart warming in the dream and disturbing in my wake life. For some reason it makes me think about what Lolo said the other day, "I have to organize my thoughts before I can say what I really want to say."

A nice quiet evening. Where does the long weekend go? Got tomorrow and you know it will fly by like nobody's business. sigh!

Used to be a time when Sunday nights were College Street Bar nights when Soul Stew played there every week and we'd see the Bare Naked Ladies just hanging out and Holly Cole. Met new people there and had great laughs. There was a core group of us that hung out and introduced our new boyfriends and girlfriends. I always waited for Soul Stew to perform Me and Mrs Jones and the music between sets was old soul and disco and my friends would crack up because I could name the title of a song after the first note was played. We never had conversations, we were always yelling because we were all dominant people. Wow! That seems so far away now. That was one of the few times that I wasn't an outsider. There and hanging out at Cezar's Palace with my best friend J growing up in Montreal. That's actually where we met.

Dustin Hoffman made a comment about shaking hands with your demons through your art. I like the thought of that. Digging in deep and pulling out the gunk to study it. It comes up anyway might as well do it with awareness as opposed to allowing it to act up in your life. He talked about his acting having an autobiographical feel to it. Being his mother or being his father or being his brother. Basically pulling something of yourself into a work that has nothing to do with you but that is how you find the entry point of connection. He burst into tears a few times and blamed it on being old but I think part of it is being interviewed in a setting that breeds emotions because people genuinely want to hear what he has to say about acting rather than the tabloidy shit that their all so accustomed to. It can make you cry when you talk about stuff that no one has ever asked you about and the interest is genuine.

People are starting to sign up for November's Nanowrimo. It's that time of the year already and I'm no where close to having a full workable draft of White Wishes to get back to in December. Just as long as I'm writing I guess.

I still haven't paid for the Canscaip writer's conference since I've been pretty broke. With the money I've been dropping for my arthritic stuff it's been a little hard to keep up. It'll all work out. It always does.

Oh well, off into the world of White Wishes...

EY

Blog run
Topic: Newsletters
2:50pm Saturday 7Oct07

I was catching up on my emails last night then checked out Shirley Jumps blogspot because I hadn't in awhile then followed a link from her blog to gawker.com and then ended up at the Assimilated Negro's blogspot. I read an entry laughed and decided to bookmark him.

Clicked in briefly today and checked out his archives. Wigger history month (just the title made me laugh out loud). "No he di' int"
So if you want check out the gawker piece that they got from TAN...

Wigger History Month

EY

The weapon
Topic: The Zelda Diaries
2:12pm Saturday 7Oct06

Zelda has become quite independent. She comes to bed with me and lulls me into the false belief that she's going to stay cuz' I'm such a great mommy surrogate. Then I wake up and she has found a new place to sleep, up on top of my half book case. I've since put a towel up there for her to sleep on. Heck, if Quincy and Picasso have baskets the least I can do is slip a towel up there for the Zelda roonie.

She still runs to her bin in the bathroom when she gets scared of something such as the weapon.

Of course I can no longer wear shorts in the apartment because she attacks my socks while their on my feet. And she has attempted too many times to count to climb my legs. She's got some seriously sharp nails. She loves to attack my pants too while their on my person. I've been telling her no and waving my finger. She bites my finger with kitty laughter. What to do to curb her from this habit that will only get worse as she gains some pounds? I don't believe in hitting.

Ah yes, I have a squirter bottle. I filled my lovely purple squirter bottle with water and the next time she attempted the CN Tower Shelley climb I gave her a good squirt in the face. She went running for the hills of the bathroom and took a time out. Let the training begin...

She's awfully interested in starting a friend ship with Picasso and Quincy. Picasso was too upset to stay during feeding time when the Zelda partook of the third plate. Quincy kept eating and gave a couple of menacing looks.

My neighbour across the hall bought Zelda the brat a piece of carpet to scratch. Since Zelda was scratching the carpet in her apartment when we went for a visit. Nye, if you're reading this, I can't remember what apartment you're in...

Picasso and Quincy have taken to the little piece of carpet as a place to sit and rest the weary bones. Zelda has attacked it a time or two.
She tried to jump me last night while I ate my last two slices of leftover pizza. I'm not used to having a cat that's interested in human food. With P and Q (hmm watch your P's and Q's) I could leave a plate of my food on the floor and they'd never take a bite. Zelda is trying to climb up my arm whilst I eat.

She has now investigated the whole of this spacious, to her, apartment. What a fun playground this is compared to the bathroom, she thinks. What a fun playground indeed.

What fun life is with a little kitty!

EY

Talkin' Turkey
Topic: WC - Daily Practice
Saturday 1:50pm 7Oct06

I've got my turkey stuffed and in the oven. It should be done by about 4:30. The beauty of doing your own cooking is that you can have turkey when you want to. I'll be miss Turkey all weekend. I'll put the roast beef in at about 3pm.

I've got a Butterball turkey this go round. My mom always made butterballs. Last year, however, Fresh Obsessed didn't have any small butterballs left so I bought a Maple Prime Turkey that has a pop up thermometer. When the thermometer pops up you know that the turkey is ready. It was the best turkey I've ever had. Yesterday morning when I went to buy my turkey, Fresh obsessed didn't have any Maple Primes. I didn't want to take the chance of waiting until today to see if they'd have Maple Primes. Loblaws (Blaw blaws) was talking strike and chances were that there'd be a stampede to Fresh Obsessed. Of course this morning they had Maple Primes. I stood there contemplating buying a second turkey. ha ha! I am pathetic have I mentioned that recently? I didn't buy the Maple Prime but I will be better prepared come Christmas. Mind you, I decided in the 11th hour that I was actually going to cook turkey.

Of course it's another nice day and I wonder how much cocooning I can do with such lovely weather knowing full well that the cold will be upon us any day now. It's actually perfect rollerblading weather cuz you can keep cool. Still gotta write. Also have to do my steps.

I bought three bunches of beets for my wee juice. May do that tomorrow. I've been contemplating going to the liquor store to get another bottle of wine but the thought of standing in line for an eternity isn't too palatable.

I really don't have much to say. My mind is on food. Looking forward to Turkey as always. What can I say? Sometimes I have a one track mind.

Can I just say that if Brad Pitt knocked on my motel room door like in Thelma and Louise, I wouldn't make him explain, I'd have pulled him into my room the moment I saw him and ravaged him... Hmm Male Food! Scoobylicious! ha ha


EY

Let the Weekend begin
Topic: WC - Daily Practice
Friday 4:14pm 6Oct06

I'm home and have set little miss Zelda free from her bathroom prison. She's too thrilled. I got out of work early but not as early as Lolo, she says with a tinge of jealousy.

I put on Oprah in hopes of something interesting but it's about problem kids and since I ain't got none... well. CTV was having a technical glitch so everyone was sounding like they were speaking Yiddish. Too funny!

I decided only yesterday that I did want turkey for Thanksgiving. Since Zelda gets me up on time or earlier like this morning, I was able to get my butt out to Fresh Obsessed to buy my turkey at 5am. Got my Italian Sausage for the stuffing, cranberries for home made cranberry sauce and a roast beef. I kept my purchase small because my back is killing me from sleeping all screwy worrying about Zelda in bed beside me. Tomorrow morning I'll pick up the beets and cabbage and spring mix for my salads and the like.

I some how managed to hit 13462 steps today despite feeling like I didn't walk that much. That's always a bonus. I've got to build up to 16,000 steps a day. We'll see how that goes. My energy level has been pretty low this week. Mind you I haven't done the beet juice daily like I'm supposed to. Sometimes it's hard to stay motivated and disciplined. It's the discipline that is the hardest. sigh! Discipline.

My level of consistency falls apart and I feel like I have to start over. It's ragged but I'll get it...

EY