The world is ending!

It's snowing in Ottawa right now!

Okay. Just a few flakes. But the point is, it's snowing in Ottawa! It's been on and off randomly for the past couple of hours. It's so cold out, I've had to don socks and slippers, and I've got my sweatshirt on and have closed my window.

Help, I've been defiled!

I totally just got ejaculated upon by my bottle of moisturizer, and boy does it have long range! LOL, I was moving my laptop off my desk and trying to wrangle my power cord around a bunch of books. I accidentally knocked my giant pump bottle of moisturizer off the desk and it landed on the floor... But in the process, it managed to launch some of its contents upwards and smacked me on the forehead, the bottom of my laptop, on my bed, etc.

High expectations

Sheesh I have some high expectations of technology. I was sitting here reading a document on my computer. I reached the end of the text on the screen and automatically looked up at the top of the screen again - only to realize that I hadn't yet scrolled down for more words yet.

Whoops. Someone needs to invent a mind-reading piece of hardware or something for doofuses like me.

Stop dancing around the issue

At times my roommate annoys the snot out of me.

Random encounters

I went for a perm last night. It ended up taking me 2.5 hours because the woman talked so much. It was so interesting to hear her life story.

It turns out that she was Vietnamese, and that her mother and brothers and she came to Ottawa during the late 70s. Her father used to be a head military officer working for the Americans during the war. She was telling me how they lost all their possessions to the communist, her father was sent to prison camp, and how the rest of her family had to sleep outside on the streets while fleeing the communists.

Apparently her mother organized a small boat for her family and 43 other members of their extended family so they could flee to Malaysia. She was telling me how she had to take swimming lessons in case the boat capsized and whatnot. When I asked why she and her family settled in the Ottawa region, she told me it was because her mother had been able to contact a former Canadian soldier that they used to rent a house to in Vietnam, and he vouched for them to come to Canada.

It was so crazy to listen to the woman talk. You hear about these kinds of things happening in movies and books, but to actually encounter one of these people was mind boggling.

Toy chest

I was surfing Hemmy.com and came across this page. It's a series of photos showing life inside the toy factories of China. It's rather surreal to think of the people who had to assemble my beloved childhood possessions in this context.

After seeing the pictures, I then remembered being shown several world maps in my World Politics class. The maps show the world proportional to the criteria requested. Here are two maps that kind of blow your mind:

Toy Exports


Toy Imports


For kicks, go to Worldmapper.org and look up the Arms Imports and Arms Exports maps too. The results aren't terribly surprising, but it's still mind boggling to see it laid out for you right there on the screen.

Words of wisdom

Don't piss into the wind nor sneeze into a bowl of cereal.

Mismash

To begin with, I shall start with a product review. I recently purchased Cover Girl's new Lash Exact mascara, specifically the one that adds volume to your eyelashes. After two days, I decided to make use of their money back guarantee. Yeah the applicator separates and defines my eyelashes and adds a crazy amount of length to them, but there's no volume! Anyways, my point is that if you want to have long non-clumped eyelashes, then by all means, purchase the Cover Girl Lash Exact mascara, just don't get it if you want thicker eyelashes.

In my Indigenous Cultures class today, we were talking about territoriality and property rights (err, the prof rambled, we tried to stay awake). In the middle of his lecture, he says something to the effect of, "I believe that around 50% of Native Canadians live off the reserve nowadays" and then he turns to me and asks, "Is that right?" I'm like, "Urk? Uhh, not a clue." Sheesh, this guy really doesn't get that I'm not knowledgeable about my culture! He asked me another question later, but I had totally tuned out and didn't even know what he was asking me about, so I shrugged and grinned. That seemed to satisfy him. God. For all I know he could have been asking me about the ancient sex practices of the Cree.

Best ice cream flavour EVER: Ben & Jerry's "The Gobfather." That stuff is sin incarnate.

Word of the day

lu·cu·brate
1. to work, write, or study laboriously, esp. at night.
2. to write learnedly.