As of late I have started to feel a sneaking suspicion that life is going okay. I’m doin’ it.. well, if not totally right, then certainly not wrong. I mean, it’s tiresome and generic in some bits and heartwrenching and terrible in others and I have already cried twice this week and stubbed my toe really badly at least once. (One of those crying moments, mind you, was at a particularly maudlin bit on Say Yes to the Dress when a new bride was talking about her mom. I had a fever at the time! And was living off applesauce! Don’t tell anyone, okay Internet?)
The thing is, okay, I’m probably never going to be an astronaut or a race car driver. I’m fairly certain a career in the National Ballet is out, and as of yet I haven’t shown any innate aptitude to work in the diplomatic corps aside from an appreciation of Thai food. (My inner three year old is pleased to note, however, that I could still technically become a princess. William, I’m lookin’ at you. Call me.)
However, I have a pleasing amount of good friends and about enough social drama to make for a mildly interesting sitcom episode, which is all I could ever ask for. (“It’s Sex in the City only in Vancouver and with sensible shoes and a whole lot more discussion about various kinds of elves!”) I have a career that I don’t hate, Pet Shop Boys tickets, and a burgeoning New Wave station on Pandora. As my dear Mother would say: at least I have all my fingers and toes.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m still a neurotic, vodka-swilling layabout who makes awkward life choices and has poor taste in pants and at the end of the day would probably rather be playing Plants vs. Zombies than almost anything else, but I guess lately I’ve felt that it’s not a bad gig, as far as they go.
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Here’s a nice review of the first volume of Empowered, Adam Warren’s fetishy twist on cheesecake superheroines. I picked this up based on recommendations from a couple of friends, and at first I loathed it. “Oh great”, I thought, “a comic about the trials and tribulations of being a gorgeous ditzy blonde. Boo flipping hoo.” I have to admit, though, that after about half of the book Emp kinda grew on me. Sure, she’s a superhero and supermodel and often kinda naked, but I can sympathize with being a manhandled self-depreciating screw-up who just wants everyone to get along. (So, yes, feminists can enjoy Empowered.)
I don’t have enough Twitter followers to work for BestBuy.
This is very geeky and very specific to Canadians, but: How to use your SSH account and PuTTY to tunnel to Pandora from Canada. It works for Hulu, too! Take that, international intellectual property laws.
Oh hey, Seanbaby still writes for the internet. Rad. This time it’s on Understanding the World of Warcraft Using Super Mario Brothers. (Note: vulgar and probably not amusing unless you play WoW.)
