February 2012
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I’m a finalist in the Joe Runner contest put on by the Scotiabank Vancouver Half-Marathon. They’re looking for regular folks to follow as they train in the months leading up to the race. Winners get personalized training support, new shoes and gear, the whole thing. I’m one of the 8 finalists. Here’s why I want to win:
How will winning impact you?
Winning the contest...
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January 2012
14 posts
the vulcan order of dana scully: mosymoseys: Where... →
mosymoseys:
Where have all the space operas gone? Where are all the shows I grew up with filled with spaceships and lasers? Where are all the scifi shows that weren’t ashamed to be scifi shows?
I miss those shows. Because being an unashamed space opera filled with spaceships and lasers…
Fuck yeah for space operas. Also I should really finish Farscape sometime.
buffalope:
Who remembers
Motherfucking Scholastic
Book
Orders
And then the magical travelling romani circus of scholastic would randomly show up and you’d never care to buy any books but they had AWESOME gadgets and toys for sale
at the motherfucking BOOK FAIR
I loved these so hard when I was little.
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Currently reading:
Use of Weapons, Iain M. Banks
A Feast for Crows, George R. R. Martin
December 2011
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2011, in dumb survey form (oh, livejournal, i miss...
1. What did you do in 2011 that you’d never done before?
Got a real freaking job! Full time, permanent, PENSION, all that jazz. Moved in with my manfriend. Or rather, he moved in with me. Played on a softball team!
2. Did you keep your new years’ resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
New Year’s Resolutions suck and no one actually keeps them. I didn’t...
Finally back on the internet after meeting the manfriend`s folks in America and my own family`s big Christmas dinner. Phew! Now: tumblr alllllll night.
Scenes from a family Christmas.
At home for Christmas. My dad, after a bit of wine, starts telling me about the time he slept under a bridge somewhere in the American midwest on his way back from Mexico in 1971. My mother walks in to the room. I make a bad joke.
Me: Mum, would you be okay if I slept under a bridge?
Her: Would you be alone?
Me: Yes.
Her: (pauses for a moment) Which bridge?
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Watching Sherlock.
“I’m not a psychopath, I’m a high-functioning sociopath! Do your research!”
Love it.
Being sick SUCKS.
I really wish we had Netflix at my folk’s place.
November 2011
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