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Apparently...

... my strawberry thinks it's Batman.

Fates' Catnip Toy

Yesterday was supposed to be gorgeous out, so I decided somewhat late in the morning that I would go see a movie that just opened that day. I think the Fates were bored yesterday and plopped that thought into my head just for fun. I stand in my front room debating whether or not I have time to make it to the theatre for the first showing. Yes. No. Maybe. Okay, just go! I decide. A quick toothbrushing session, clothes upon my back and I rush out to the bus stop. Ooh, but I don't have any money in my wallet. I need to stop by an ATM. If I catch the bus here, I can't get money until I get to the theatre, assuming there is a bank or ATM near the theatre, because while there is a bank near the transit station I'd have to pay another fare if I leave the station to go to the bank. I do not know. Maybe I should walk to the bank right now. But would that mean I'll miss the streetcar I ultimately need to catch in order to make the movie on time? Ach, I need money. So I start walk

Springfield, Springfield!

Much of this past weekend was spent singing Bart Simpson's rendition of "New York, New York" (from On the Town), appropriately titled "Springfield, Springfield." I don't know why. It just seemed appropriate. I met up with a few friends to spend the weekend walking around New York. And walking. And walking. And walking, walking walking. I spent half of the money I brought for mad money on bandaids for my protesting feet. But still we walked. We stayed at this quite nice hotel in the middle of Midtown East, where everything seemed to be -- well, within walking distance. The rooms were about the size of closets: But I could lie down on the top bunk and watch tv with the screen inches away from my face -- EXCELLENT! (When I put my feet up at the end of the day, to try to draw some blood from my feet down to my torso, my feet touched the ceiling): The hotel did have a very nice rooftop patio, though: St. Patrick's Cathedral was a few blocks away. My friends w

█ ♥ █ CANADA! █ ♥ █

The Olympic Sport for Day Seventeen/Final Day: Men's Cross Country -- psych! Men's Hockey, people! Pshhh! The Olympic Athlete for Day Seventeen/Final Day: Team Can-a-da Their Moment: Fourteenth gold medal for Canada ... most gold medals of any country in 2010 ... most gold medals of any host country in history ... most gold medals of any country period. These guys really have good timing. Course, I had to switch the channel in overtime to watch the game in Mandarin -- being able to understand the commentary had been too stressful for me. (In case you're wondering, no, there didn't seem to be an equivalent for "He shoots - he scores!" in Mandarin. I switched back to the English channel within seconds of the goal light flaring) Sure, winning by scoring is a lot more exciting than winning by keeping the other guys from scoring -- still, I would have happily taken the "less" exciting 2-1 win in three periods. Final Thoughts: Of course Vancouver/Whistle