It's All About The Yvil

Fuck it's been a month!

2010-04-23T20:32:00.000-07:00

Well, since I know only a few of you read this (HELLO!) I can't really say to much in the way of an apology. I'm a dick.

Ehm.

Whaaats new.

OH SNAP.

Art shows. Drowning in art. You want to know why I wasn't blogging? I was painting. srsly.

check that shit out.

Thats about it.

YAY!!

New signature 'I'd rather be painting.' It's true. I would be. What?

Time for some sleep. Love you bitches!!

Black Tar

2010-03-18T20:36:00.000-07:00

It's gumming me up inside, I'm clogged with darkness.

I can't express it, it's run through me again and again, red hot, then cooling and holding me, squeezing me, smothering me.

Do you know what its like to wake up in the middle of the night, panicking, gasping for a breath you've lost in the darkness, trying to calm the racing pulse in your ears, swallowing dry mouthfuls of air trying to breathe, to control yourself, only to break down into cold sweats and tears, shaking like a leaf, trembling as your muscles clench and freeze up and relax and go numb all at the same time, no control of your body, to hear the whimpers and realize they're your own?

Do you know what it's like?

Do you?

I don't think you do. If you did, would this be the story we tell about how it all went down?

I think now, that if you did, you wouldn't be dead inside. But you are. Dead or dying.

Have you accepted it yet?

The shell that is your life, cradled around an empty pit.

You wish you were a poet and had words like mine, but all you are is meat to be wasted, blood to run over cold stones and bones to lay out under the sun, and not even carrion scavengers would grace you with their presence.

One day, when I catch my breath, and I calm myself and I can look out into the night again, you'll be dead to me too, as you should be.

Oh, look what I found

2010-02-16T21:57:00.000-08:00

Yah that's right! Happy belated birthday gift, Vade, for the last two years -sheepish smile-

Dear Hintonburg;

2010-02-15T20:15:00.001-08:00

The Elmdale House Tavern rocks my balls, and we need a shwarma place.

That is all.

Realization

2010-02-12T12:33:00.000-08:00

Its not the company I'll miss so much, because I have loads of friends who love and adore me, its the mind-blowing, body-breaking multi-orgasmning sex I'm going to miss...

Oh priorities, how I adore you.

Retail Therapy, Beer and more

2010-02-10T09:10:00.000-08:00

Yesterday I had a date with a friend, nothing special, just meet up after work for a beer and shoot the shit since I've been, for lack of a better word, through a rough fucking week. ROUGH, people.

It was nice to go out for a bit, chill, and just hang out, nothing special, no pretenses, no expectations, just fun. FUN. Stress-free FUN. It was epic.

Anyway, February being normally fuck-butting cold, was delightfully balmy yesterday, so I was only wearing a light sweater when I went to my friends the night before, for some post-break-up cuddles, and not being bright, realized that once the sun-goes down it's COLD again. SO I was fucked cause I knew I'd be out late, in a light fall sweater, freezing. So desperate times call for desperate measures and I went to Gap.

Me and Gap have this love hate relationship. They hate to sell clothes that fit me, I hate to shop there, but I love their sales. I mean, I LOVE their sales, I don't know if its like a gap sale spidey sense, but I can go in, find the ONE item on the rack that fits me, and is marked down 98% but I do. Everytime. Case in point. Last night. $90 dollar angora wool blend, marked down to $11.99.

12 DOLLARS FOR AN ANGORA WOOL SWEATER PEOPLE!! 12 FUCKING DOLLARS!!! MY PITCHER OF BEER WAS 6 BUCKS MORE!!!

Its soft, creamy white, with a double breasted collar...I know why don't I just show you!??!

its the one in grey, but mine is creamy delicious white.

AND SOFT.

AND 12 DOLLARS!

I was so warm last night, it was toasty.

Oh and I discovered I can share a pitcher of beer with one person and not get drunk anymore...I don't know what that says about me or my drinking these days, but gods damn. GODS DAMN.

Oh, and I got laid. All Night Long. I am exhausted, a little hungover and wearing my new sweater.

HAH, oh gods.

New Do

2010-02-06T06:55:00.000-08:00

This was originally suppose to be for facebook but the new plug-ins suck and well, I can't be bothered to wait.

I got a cut and style yesterday, three inches of ratty dead curls and bangs! BANGS!! I'm rocking the mother-flippin' bangs!!

Personally I think I look HAAAWT, but I'm waiting on feeback from people other then my co-workers.

And yes this means I wussed out on my mohawk, what can I say, I've grown attached to my luscious curls.

.....

-waits-

Quote

2010-02-02T14:42:00.000-08:00

Painting is the true love of my life, its the only thing that I've loved and been passionate for that hasn't broken my heart. - Me

ARRRRT!!!

2010-01-11T19:40:00.000-08:00

Got bored today :P

Miles a Minute and Going Nowhere fast

2010-01-05T13:21:00.000-08:00

I hate this feeling I am feeling right now, its senseless, and invalid, but at the same time, I'm feeling it and its very real. Very tangible. Very not nice.

Green-eyed monsters haunt me while I slay demons of the past and dream of new fears.

ART BLOG!!

2010-01-04T12:56:00.001-08:00

Something I did to get away from elfquest over the last couple of months, a piece for Jane's World, of Darcy and Patty, ex's of Jane and Eli who come together with plans to split up the couple but end up together...SPOILED...oh well, its a nice piece. Will get around to colouring it soon.

Challenge Attack

2009-12-31T12:16:00.000-08:00

Well I worked my ass off last night, and most of today to catch up on where I should be, and of course, I'm going to miss tomorrow's posting too, so I'll make it up to you guys (ie Beth and the Dude) when I get back to my tablet.

Happy New Year!!!

Just Sayin' Part 1

2009-12-30T21:03:00.000-08:00

I've picked up this wicked phrase that seems to result in any conversation ending with a sardonic snort and a nod of derision from both parties.

"Just sayin'."

Example: If you are going to try to make a point, or an argument, and you can't back it up, you need to shut your gob. Just sayin'.

See? It works right? Next time you're having a conversation with someone and you really want to end the conversation without crushing anyone's tender feeling's throw on a 'Just sayin'.' in there, and watch what happens. It's hilarious. You're partner will get this perplexed glaze in their eyes, snort or snicker and nod. It's hilarious. And it creates the best way to move onto a new subject.

I've been using this quite a bit and I find that it really helps me feel like I'm contributing to a real conversation, just sayin'.

Really I came on here tonight to run my mouth off about a certain way a certain friend has been treating me this last couple of months, and it seems to be a cycle with us and I'm just sayin' (hah it works in the middle of a sentence too) that it's pissing me off. If you're going to go all anti-social and hob-nob with idiots and leave behind people, don't be expecting them (i.e. me) to bend over-backwards to be all sociable with you again. Really, I'm not a tool you can't just go about using me for your own amusement. Either we're friends and we stick it together, or fuck off and let me do my own thing without being involved in your own hopped up drama that you go searching for yourself. Honestly it gets old, and it gets old real fast-like, and you know when you go asking for advice that is perfectly sound and reasonable, and you ignore it, don't fucking ask for the advice, cause its a waste of time.

I hate that I know I sound like a bitch, but really, there is not point in farting about. Suck it up, cause I ain't your momma and I ain't going to sugar coat it for you.

Just sayin'.

two days late and guilty as hell

2009-12-30T18:16:00.000-08:00

Well, shortly after posting my art challenge, I went over to the dude's place and became part of the scenery, leaving my computer and this challenge in the dust....

apologies all around...

anyway the first of a lot of colour...

Strange Moods

2009-12-29T13:14:00.000-08:00

I find myself in a strange mood this afternoon, actually this entire month my moods have been rather dynamic. I really feel the need to chew people out, I feel like I have a storm inside me brewing and its waiting for a release.

Really this is more for my own benefit and not my readers, so please don't take any of this to heart, I'm just running my mouth off mostly in hopes that I can settle the dark seas that seem to be feeding my storm.

I have this one line in my head and its been driving me crazy, I write it down and it sounds wrong, but I say in my head and it sounds right. If this is the cause of my trepidation and discord, I'm going to be sorely unamused, I write my best when I'm at unrest (and I really didn't mean to rhyme that, it just came out that way...again, I'm running myself off in hopes to quell this disturbance I feel...)

Crows in flight, play and mock, cry out 'join us, join us, there is freedom here' and I can't, my heart weighs heavily and I cry as they fly on, diving and swooping, I've been forgotten already.

I think what bothers me the most is I'm actually quite happy, I'm almost giddy at times, and just when I let myself enjoy that giddiness, something dark and troublesome comes and takes it away. I'm glad this year is nearly over, I really am. I have great hopes for 2010 and I want to cast off 2009 like an old snake skin and move on fresh and new. I ache for it. Too carry on that metaphor, I am itching to sleuth off my old skin, the old dry scales and feel fresh new air on bright and shiny skin.

Does any of this make sense to you? I know I'm baffled...I'm going to wake up the dude and see if he can put a smile on my face...

sorry hunny for ruining your nap...I'll make it up to you somehow...maybe with a smile

Special Gift

2009-12-27T19:16:00.000-08:00

I should wait till tomorrow to post this, but I couldn't help myself :P

Jane and Eli, sharing a smoke and cuddle...ignore the anatomy issues, too lazy to fix them, I've already spent...9 hours on this already just on the line work. O_____O

Art Challenge Day 1

2009-12-27T12:01:00.000-08:00

Two pieces for you lot,

the first one...some high elf type chick.

the second, a piece of a larger piece that I will be working on throughout the week.

fuck yah.

I will figure out jumps eventually.

Art, art, art, blog, art, blog about art

2009-12-26T13:58:00.000-08:00

ZOMGLES!!

Well, since rededicating myself to my blog, I've come to an crossroads. Exactly wtf should I blog about? Sure, a blog about Yve is nice and narcissistic, but lets face it, I'm really not all that interesting, otherwise (here it comes guys, the weekly dig at my friends) more people would comment on my (please note heavy sarcasm) well thought out entries.

I have stuck to my rule about trying to post once a week minimum, and of course I've stopped posting (almost entirely) on facebook, leaving all my juicy squidbits to my blog, or at least...the crap that isn't total crap,... anyway, randomly sliding off topic, I am trying fruitfully not to loose my shit and find a decent theme for my blog, so wtf, since I've been ASSTASTICALLY successful at joining an amazing art community (thank you marcus!!) and getting more shows then I am prepared for (fuck) I'm going to turn this next week challenge into an art challenge.

Mostly because my beautiful, gorgeous, delicious tablet has been sitting ignored for the last month, I'm going to (do what I can) about reading tutorials and attempting one piece of art a day. For the next week.

-groans- this falls under the old conversation I would have, inevitably, in the middle of an art crisis I've brought on myself with my friend;

Yve: Why do I do this to myself? Pick some huge challenging piece I know I can't ever possibly finish, and attempt it? Why?

Friend: Because you love to torment yourself, it's what you do.

Yve: You aren't helping, you know.

Friend: Of course not, you brought this on yourself, shut the fuck up and finish it. You know when it's done its going to rock, so stfu and do it.

Yve: You're a bitch.

Friend: I love you too.

So with that said...I am not quite finished working on today's piece because well...it dawned on me half way through starting it, this whole challenging myself to draw on my tablet would be a great idea to get me back in the swing of things...

and because I am so fucking bored, I had to do something to entertain myself...

this will be of course, around painting too...seeing as I've bought four FUCKING huge canvases today (thanks to the dude for driving me out to X-cess Cargo)

...

Back to work fuckers.

ps. Beth has a blog now. Check her out, Canadian Fast Food

pps. Tomatoes are evil fruit.

Boxing Day Rain

2009-12-26T11:15:00.000-08:00

I want to write this big long tirade on Christmas and how its lost its meaning behind the shopping craze, but instead, I'm just going to say stay off the fucking roads, its a damn ice-storm out there and stay home and get super drunk instead.

And plan what I am going to do with my giant canvases.

Cree Prophecy

2009-12-25T08:14:00.000-08:00

I found this on one of my random blog hunts of late, I thought it was poignant and beautiful. I have to thank My Own Private Idaho for letting me repost it!

Only after the last tree is cut down,
The last of the water poisoned,
The last animal destroyed...
Only then will you realize you cannot eat money

So with that said,

Happy Birthday to The Dude, much love

Simply Stunning Snakes

2009-12-20T21:07:00.001-08:00

Guido Mocafico's Amazing Snakes

Opinions

2009-12-20T15:49:00.000-08:00

In light of recent events, I've come to accept a simple statement as one of my rules in life. We all have rules we try to follow and I have a fucking list half a mile long. This weeks' recent addition is;

Sensitive people shouldn't talk to insensitive people about sensitive subjects.

Really, if you're going to get all injured and emotional, clue the fuck in and don't talk about that subject with people, especially if you already know their opinions on subjects relating to that subject.

I know, I know, this sounds very cold and heartless, but really. It has to be said. Chill the fuck out, clue in, and only seek conversation from people who will sugar coat the truth for you, cause I sure as hell won't.

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On the upside, I'm booked fucking solid for the next 6 months in shows.

The dude is my good luck charm and go figure, I can't think of a single fucking thing to paint him as a gift. FML. So my personal message to the The Dude; I love you, I'm sorry you make me feel so fantastic but I can't think of a single fucking thing to paint you. But the smiles you share with me make the sun shine all the more warmer. Cheesy I know, but its true. Its magic with you.

MOOD: Cause I remembered, retrospective.

Fight S373

2009-12-19T11:43:00.000-08:00

Check out this amazing video for what you can do to fight s373 in your state!

Thank God for Five Dollar Sheets

2009-12-11T20:02:00.000-08:00

I bought these sheets (practically new) for five bucks. They're pretty rad, if not a little big for my bed, but still.

I've learned to put them on when Jeb comes over cause inevitably someone spills paint on them.

We both paint in acrylic so once is there, its pretty much there for good. I have to shave my carpet because of acrylic paint. What can I say? Its plastic. And my carpet is ugly. This will motivate my landlord into putting new carpets in.

So, if you haven't figured, its art day with Jebilicious and we're grooving out pretty hard core.

I painted all day today. What can I say, I'm the epitome of unemployed artist.

That is it.

Inside my own little secret

2009-12-10T14:27:00.001-08:00

I don't have many secrets, and the ones I do have, I'm pretty sure there is someone out there, who I have confided in, in a moment of revelation, and while I'm not ashamed of my secrets, I just enjoy having the few that I have to myself.

Am I going to reveal a secret to you? Probably a couple of times in the life time of my blog, I probably have already buried deep inside the various posts I've thrown in your direction. I think my biggest secret in blogging is that I like to speak to you as if we're in the midst of a conversation, you, the reader is always addressed and sometimes as few of my friends are even called out, in hopes that they read this and get a momentary thrill of being out there.

Right now, it feels as if my own little secrets are what is keeping me, me.
I have nothing really to make me feel not like me, but I find that the energy that was so obviously mine is lost now.

'Yve is always filled with energy' they say, or 'She's always so alive'

Honestly, I find myself to be very sluggish and take it as it is, so this energy, I know I have it, I'd have to be blind not to know, but is it really enough to warrant such statements?

This all feels very existential so to bring it back down, let me tell you what I made for dinner

Shepherds' Pie.

MMMM Shepherds' Pie!! Its been cold and snowing for two days, winter went and got itself in a big damn hurry and all I want to eat is hearty stick to your bones meals. Yesterday Curry Carrot Soup, today Shepherds' pie. Num-nums.

I started by boiling 5 medium potato's, while I chopped onions and carrots up and saute'd them in garlic and oil, adding in 2 lbs of ground beef, pepper, sage, thyme and a pinch of chili powder. I added red peppers, corn and green peas and stirred in a thick beef broth and 2 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce. I let that cook on low for about 20 minutes, while I mashed up the potatos with some butter and milk and squeeze of mustard for taste. Baked it for half an hour and mmmm stick to your bones goodness.

Yes, I cook, not often and but always well.

I feel stuffed. And existential. So thats my mood for this post.

The Wednesday Edition

2009-12-09T16:51:00.001-08:00

Well, its Wednesday, and that means I'm half way through this one week challenge of blogging once a day, I have to admit, I feel like I'm cheating a little because I'm not at a job all day, or taking care of kids, or even really dedicating all that much time to anything, but the days fill up regardless and so that fact that I am this committed to something says...something.

I'm trying to come up with some really distinctive entries, but as it is, I haven't really advertised my blog is reopened, so no one is commenting and so really at this point, why make the effort when I'm running my mouth off for myself. HAH self pity at its best!

Today was, well, pretty fucktastic, Ottawa got hit with a snow storm, not a big one, but the first one of the season, so we'll see how this winter turns out from here on in I guess. All I know is it looks fuck-hella cold out there and I'm very happy in front of my easel.

I didn't paint all day, I cleaned the stairwell, washed the walls and vacuumed the upstairs, I didn't do my laundry (boo) but mom was occupying the machines all day so grubby painting clothes it is!

I finished a big 16x20 canvas I started on Sunday, motivation finally struck Monday night and I worked my black little heart out on it for the last two days, and luckily it wasn't too detail oriented for me. I also finished one of two beetles for the art show in February (details to come, as well as pictures). I still have the Rubbei beetle to do, but the Buquetii is finished. Yaakaa!!

ehm.

I'm wearing Hugo Dark Blue on my sweater and it reminds me of the dude. I slept in my own bed last night and it was weird waking up cold and seeing snow piled up in my window. It doesn't help that we have the same duvet cover, so for a minute I thought I was back at his place. That's when I noticed I was cold.

I want to invest in a couple plain jacketed journals and illustrate them for x-mas gifts, saw the idea on etsy and dA and I looooved it, so I want to steal the idea for myself, of course.

SO yah.

Wednesday!!

Mood: Hump day, ftw.

post script : Zachary Quinto is a fucking fox. Rawr. Syler can steal my super power any day!!

Urban Dictionary Makes My Life Better

2009-12-08T13:45:00.000-08:00

What with how fast the 'english' language is developing new words and phrases, and especially catch phrases, the website Urban Dictionary has become one of the places I frequent in times of need.

So in honor of those who, like me, are falling behind in the world of new words, I give you some of the words I have learned thanks to UD.

FOAT - 'Fool of a Took' origins, Gandalf, LotR, meaning, you're a bit of a prick, or tool. FOAT. Used in a sentence. 'You foat! It's right in front of you!'

FOB - Fresh of the Boat, origins...fobbers, meaning, new immigrant. Used in a sentence. "Did you meet the new kid in class? He's a total fob!" (primarily used by fob's or ignorant people).

Janky - Crap, poor quality. Origins, by the sound of it some douchebag. Used in a sentence "Don't go to arby's their food is janky."

Peen - Penis, origins, lazy fuckers. Used in a sentence "Ren hates it when I say 'Peen' to refer to a man's junk. So I say it more to piss her off 'peen, peen, peen!'".

Vagimonster - Total cunt. Origins...vagimonster in denial. Used in a sentence. "Carla is such a vagimonster."

Thats all I have. My day was rather uneventful, mostly because I don't want to give any details about the fantastic morning boning I got.

Boning...look it up on UD, fuckers.

Missed A Day

2009-12-08T08:30:00.000-08:00

Means I get to post twice today!!

So yesterday being monday was not altogether uneventful, it snowed, and stayed for the first time this season. I really don't know how excited we should be about that since we're expecting another 15cm starting late tonight/early tomorrow.

Watched this great romantic comedy with the dude last night called the French Film, it was hilarious, and the dude totally caught me of gaurd in the car on the way home this morning with it.

The Dude "What did we learn last night?"

Me "My lactose intolerance won't even let me enjoy tzitziki anymore?"

The Dude "No, the beginning is in the ending." (quote from the movie)

Me "HAH! *in a bad french accent 'Ze Beginning, ez in ze ending!'"

Both laughed.

What? I thought it was funny. You should hear my accents, they are awful.

What else?

Yah yesterday was a good day. I spent it with my man. Yve is happy.

Mood: Yesterday...pensive, but ending in smiles.

Aggressive Dog Breeds...

2009-12-06T14:40:00.000-08:00

Are Pitties on the list? Guess you'll have to see!!

Dog Central

15 Minutes, 15 Movies

2009-12-06T09:30:00.000-08:00

Rules: Don't take too long to think about it. Fifteen movies you've seen that will always stick with you. First fifteen you can recall in no more than fifteen minutes.

1. A Midsummer Nights Dream
2. Aladin
3. Clockwork Orange
4. The Rocky Horror Picture Show
5. The Nightmare Before Christmas
6. Empire Records
7. Practical Magic
8. Coraline
9. Tank Girl
10. Interview with the (a?) Vampire
11. Fan Boys
12. Zack And Miri Make a Porno
13. Girl with Pearl Earring
14. Pan's Labyrinth
15. Robin Hood Prince of Thieves

Tagged by the lovely lady Sally via facebook. Saving all my notes from there for the blog, as per on of my rules of blogging...I'll get around to posting them soon. They are kinda like the rules of Zombieland, but not as cool.

Mood; reluctant.

Moods

2009-12-05T15:16:00.000-08:00

Having reviewed all of my previous blog posts, I'm going to institute a rule. Posting a mood along with which ever the topic is.

What I think am going to do tp get myself back into the swing of things I'm going to, for the next week, is post daily.

YAAAAY!!

What subject, you might ask?

It doesn't matter, I need to get to re-establish my style of writing. To see if I can turn down the blatant in-your-face 'tude I seem to rock (poorly indeed), it seems very prevalent to most of my previous posts.

I have been mulling over the idea of doing an art blog, and issuing challenges to myself and possibly actually going out there into the blogisphere and seeing who else is out there that I enjoy reading. I mean; don't get me wrong ms. rhapsody, I love you, but I need to know what my other options are out there. And I'm not talking just this one, but this one too, or this crap too. I will be doing a fair bit of pimpin' too, music, video's, awesome links I find while trollin'.

...well, now that that paragraph has eaten dick twice now, and I've had to re-edit my linkages like mad, I'm going to spice this up with some images. Fuck yah!!

Action Shot!*

Yah I went there. Deal.

So. It being Saturday, do I cheat and make today count? Sure why not. Next saturday we'll wrap up this daily post challenge and see how I stack up.

shit.

Well.

Having spent the night out, enjoying the dude's company, and seeing a coffee house at U of O, which turned out surprisingly well, despite the slow climb. The show, not the evening. The evening itself was remarkably well, but I haven't figured out how to shut up yet. Seriously, this is a skill every 27 year old woman should have, know when to SHUT UP. Oh well, the damage is done. Apologies all around on my ridiculously girlish behaviour of late.

Having decided that while I am looking for work I am going to paint my ass off for an upcoming set of shows and get more involved in getting myself out there, I randomly dropped in on DeSerres today and ran into the gentleman Marcus, who runs Basement Artists, which turned out to be a solid mini-jam about up-coming exhibits and shows that I want and am going to try to get too. Blew my mind, folks, this guy is wicked. Scored a five pack of canvases for myself and a gift for the dude, if he'll accept it.

Saw Astro-boy, surprisingly well done, even though I missed the intro, -shrugs- I cried at the end. Who's surprised? Not Ren, that's for sure. Ended up at Value Village where every thrifty shopper needs to visit. I tell you!

And now I am at home. Bored. Aren't you thrilled I decided to sit down? Hasn't this been the most fun ever?

I was entertained for a good hour checking out music video's and old link and laughing my ass off at the shit I use to listen too. My gods I've come a far ways.

Good News? I have art supplies.

Bad News? I have no inspiration.

Mood? Mildly entertain, kinda want to watch the rest of Hero's and possible find something mildly alcoholic. Brown Cow anyone?

Future painting themes? American Sign Language Anatomy!

* i.e. shittah webcam shot. fuck you, I'm too lazy to look for my own camera and my friends are to lazy to post party pictures. Assholes.

WTF, I still have a blog?

2009-12-01T08:54:00.000-08:00

Thanks to the dude, I was reminded I have a blog.

I may or may not post in this again.

Apologies to the dude for him finding this fucktard festival...but to my defense, it is a blog, and most blogs that are unthemed (like mine is) turn out to be livejournal quality rants. So you know, utter crap.

But at the same time I love my blog. Why? Cause in the day and age where a girl has spent most of her life experimenting in mind alternating activities, its kind of nice to know there is a place where some of her memories are documented in blog format.

We can blame facebook for ruining my blog. TAKE THAT FACEBOOK!! Ruiner of blogs, harbinger of internet creepers, and making myspace the livejournal of personal websites.

(Yes, I loathe myspace and livejournal, both are outdated and overrun by tween scene girls taking angled shots of thier too-thick makeup and undersized cleavage.)

Rest assured in the age of censorship and not trodding on toes, I will swear and mock and offend as much as I will use my vast vocabulary to stun, shock and impress...and brag. Much bragging will be had.

Now...to pimp or not to pimp...I'll have to come up with a decent blog to usher back in the era of Yve rants.

...Watch out Social Services Ontario, I'm going to kick your shit in!

Fishtank Idea

2009-05-05T15:58:00.000-07:00

I've always fancied Black Moor's.

I don't really know why, anything carp are nothing more then trash factories, and fancy carp seem to be getting a lot of attention from popculture, and for me, its ruining the integrity of the history of carp. Ie. Seriously go google 'Koi, Pop-culture', and see what you get. Carp = a whole lotta shit.

And yet, here I am day dreaming about a tank with black moor's, a nice soft blue lamp, a subtle dark back drop, lots of big green leafy plants (obviously plastic because carp eat anything that lives), dark pebbles, probably a black and maroon combination and a trifecta of fat black moors.
I'd obviously do (for cheapness sake) a standard rectangular tank, likely a 15 g., in tank filter, maybe a snail for good measure, an apple snail so the cream shell and pink foot are lit up by the light.

OOOO pretty.

-sighs- what I would do if I had more room for pets.

beh.

weird.

2009-04-30T16:34:00.000-07:00

It's a well known fact about me that I'm pagan, and I have been for ten years, my devotion to my craft has always stayed the same. I still perk up with interest when I discover a piece of information that has anything remotely to do with my spirituality, it's actually a very deep very geek-like bit of hunger I have inside me. I can never seem to learn enough about my craft I am always hungry and searching for more. It was said that is what makes a pagan a true practitioner of the craft, the constant search for knowledge, wisdom and the ability to share it and pass it on with others.

More often then not I've taken to not wearing my religion on my sleeve like I did when I first discovered my path through the woods, and while I am still passionate about defending my religion to...other people who liken to ignorance over intelligence. But something today made me feel fiercely proud of my paganism.

As of tonight at midnight it'll be ten years since my first initiation. I held a mini-celebration last may when the three three's of years that had passed came to be, but something was missing. Something very vital to my paganism.

The person who instigated and introduced me fully to wicca, witchcraft and then supported my adventurous steps out of the sparkly teen-minded enthrallment and truly learned what it was to be pagan. In honour of another one of her effects on my life I will call her 'She Who Must Not Be Named' since she got me HOOKED on HP. Bitch.

You-know-who stepped out of our friendship a few years passed and while it cut me to the quick I've come to accept that well, we've washed our hands of each other, (me doing so despite my being in total darkness as to why) and have mourned the passing of our friendship. Today You-Know-Who practically smacked me in the face. As I was busing home, I realized I was nearly staring her older brother in the face as he got on the bus. I nearly didn't recognize him with his frothy beard (Srsly dood, I almost spoke to you, your beard is crazy!!) and I had a moment of pure panic as I looked around for his sister. You-know-who wasn't on the bus and when I realized that I kinda balked at myself. I don't care about this person anymore, they're nothing more then a stranger to me, and instead of dwelling on this, I went back to my book and enjoyed the rest of my long ride home.

Huh.

It dawned on me while I was fiddling around a moment if this was a portent or sign. It prompted me to write about it to sust out the conclusion.

I'm back tracking at this point. Ms. Dragon-fly is going through a rough time (to say the least) her life and she, being religious (of a different denomination) asked for a sign from her god. She got one. She asked my opinion on signs and portents and if I believed in them. I do. So when she told me what she asked and what her sign was, I told her to take it in both hands and fucking race like the wind. I really truely hope she does. Seeing her happy would make my day, but I digress.
Signs and portents. Subtle hints, and nudges from the gods telling you which way to go to succeed, or fail and learn a lesson you need to learn.
The key word is subtle. Who ever nudged me might as well have smacked me in the face.

I wonder if I should contact her, or accept that the acknowledgment of apathy and continue on my merry way.

The only reason I am perturbed about this is, of course, the anniversary and her original involvement.

I'm baffled.

Also.

Its fucking BEAUTIFUL right now. There are plants in full bud and bloom everywhere. I can't wait for more flowers. Really I see them coming up everywhere and I am so excited!

BELTAIN!!

An Open Letter to OC Transpo

2009-04-21T14:24:00.000-07:00

Dear OC Transpo;

I'm writing on behalf of all the riders who sat on the corner of Bank and Queen today for forty five minutes, plus, waiting for their buses to arrive.

In light of the recent strike, the inevitable price hike and the general poor quality of drivers, customer service and well, anything resembling any sense of respect or gratitude that it is our hard earned money paying your wages, I have to admit that you are all useless wads of flesh.

No, really. I have seen strung out mdrug-users do more useful things with their burned out existence that your twisted sense of service in this town. You should be ashamed. Truly, deeply ashamed.

Not only was I one of the VERY few people who defended you during the strike, I was willing and eager to return to riding the bus so I could visit my friends, return to my normal work hours, shop for more then a two days worth of groceries, etc. You know, return to normal transit riding life. I even grinned and bore the rude, defensive behavior your drivers extended as a way to keep themselves from being skived by angry users who felt gipped by what you pulled over the holiday season.

(By the way, that was insanely tactless and you do know you'll all be rotting in the hot place for that.)

Heck I even defended a driver who was faced with a rude man who started to swear off at him, but mostly because I didn't want my peaceful morning disrupted by the so-called security task force you've enlisted to help keep the buses safe. I say 'so called' because more often then naught, I've been witness to their belligerence towards riders before the riders themselves returned belligerence with belligerence. Really, we're suppose to be friendly Canadians, not aggressive hate-monger's here. Get a hold of your inadequacy issues and try dealing with people in a civilized manner. You might get a better response and hey! Maybe even a genuine show of respect from us! I know, shocking, you lot actually earning respect...utterly shocking.

I digress.

This last few weeks I understand that service has been slowed along the Wellington St. routes because of the Tamil protesters (refraining from starting a rant about THAT lot...sheesh) but if you INSIST on rerouting traffic, PLEASE, PLEASE let the riders know! The first time, on April 7th when the protesters streamed on to Wellington, can be understood. It was unforeseeable. But today, when it was announced that the protest was going to reach well into the thousands, you could have at least shown an iota of intelligence and contacted the media about the buses being rerouted down Slater. Or even sending one of your many over paid under worked employee's driving around in their nice Dodge Chargers to place a 'Not In Service' sign on the stop. Foresight, again, clearly eludes you flesh-wads.

Here is why I think this would have been brilliant. 1) the elderly woman who was at the stop on Bank and Queen long before I arrived. 2) the mother with her child, 3) the fact that the Quebec buses were still streaming down Wellington, clearly showing that yes, Wellington was in fact clear and moving quite quickly.

Then, when I was graciously interrupted my reading by a very kind gentleman who asked me how long I was waiting, complained that he was late for work again because of OC Transpo, stormed off up Bank to see he could flag a cab and spied the buses turning off Albert on Bank.

Sonofabitch.

We kindly alerted the crowd of displeased riders to this fact and made our way to the stop where the buses were indeed picking up passengers.

When my bus came, I waited until everyone boarded and I asked the driver, politely, because you know civility gets you much further in life then most (ie. oc transpo employee's) would believe, if he could call his supervisor and have someone sent to the stop on Bank and Queen to alert the next crowd that the buses have been rerouted.
The driver, I kid you not, told me 'that wasn't his job and if I had a problem with the buses, I should contact customer service,'. Not his job! Can you believe that!? I nearly died. I was stunned. I'm doing him one better and calling him on his pig-ignorance and sheer laziness and writing this (which I do plan, on btw forwarding to OC Transpo after I reread and edit out the curses,) then I'm forwarding it onto all the media in Ottawa because frankly, this business needs to stop, its ridiculous.

Seriously.

So fed up with this crap.

Bronchitis

2009-04-20T18:43:00.000-07:00

Acute Bronchitis is a viral infection in the main branches of the lungs. It comes in various strengths, shapes and debilitating forms. It's symptoms include shortness of breath, rough, broken coughing, headaches, phlegm production, rhonchi* and fatigue.

Acute Bronchitis can last several days or weeks and progress to bronchial pneumonia and even to pneumonia or tuberculosis.

Treatment is often antibiotics if the systems do not dissipate after a week. Studies show it can quicken healing by a half-day. -refrains from sputtering-

I have chronic bronchitis, which means, I have the cough all the time. It doesn't matter if I am the picture of health, I start to cough, I bark like a dog. I also get full blown bronchitis upwards of twice or three times a year depending on how well I've taken care of myself, or how unlucky I am. I've managed to go a whole year without it... I have it again and it sucks because its particularily humid and damp outside and my parents have both taken to smoking in tandem. My lungs ache from being hammered against my sternum every time I take a deep breath and start to cough, my mouth is dry, my sinuses ache and I am partially deaf from blockage. I am tired from lack of sleep and I am aching from the near constant need to clear my throat and cough. I have a headache from all the intense coughing and my only relief is moments after taking mouthfuls of Buckley's, the most vile rancid tasting 'medicine' you can get. Really. I know people who equate the taste to semen, and others to rancid tree bark. Me, I've always preferred explaining it's taste to that being what I would imagine Noxzema tasting lick if you ate a handful. Its more accurately a combination of all three. The only redeeming factor is, since taking it I can breath through my nose again for the first time in a week. The sad part...since the last time I had to take it, I've developed a wicked gag reflex stemming from a bout of the Norwall (norwalk?) virus a couple of years ago that caused me to loose about 15 pounds and most of my taste buds. You'd think having your tongue seared by bile would help the Buckley's taste less rancid. You'd be wrong.

But. It works. Kinda. I'm still waiting to be able to stop coughing long enough to use my lungs at full capacity again.

I hate you weakened immune system.

I blame my parents smoking around me for my entire life. I've always had breathing problems, asthma, allergies, bronchial infections, weakened systems, etc. I'm also very pessimistic at this time (see prior entry concerning the DSG's leaving Ottawa) so forgive me if I come off clinical and cold.

I'm sick and bitchy. Deal. At least you aren't fighting what I'm fighting. Also I'd grow and give my testicle's to be able to taste food right now. Cardboard is kinda bland.

* rhonchi is a coarse rattling sound similar to snoring.

Dedication...

2009-01-23T17:18:00.000-08:00

to the fucks of the ATU and City of Ottawa

I found this article online while closing shop at work, (mostly killing time while working the desk this evening). It brought tears to my eyes.

For those of you who read my blog and don't live in the city of Ottawa, spend five minutes and google Ottawa's Bus Strike and prepare to be enraged. Especially if you rely on public transit.

Survivor

Lady Catalyst, and Ms. And Then Some, you know this makes you mad!

also...D. and G?! HI!!!!! -coughs- proof my blog isn't my online rantfest...I do occasionally post something other then my cah-rah-zhey family.

Orchid Painting

2009-01-10T07:14:00.000-08:00

The on going process from hell...

Processional Painting

2008-12-29T16:22:00.001-08:00

So, I did bad and I bought myself something before x-mas but at the size and the price I couldn't do wrong so I bought myself a pair of 40X60 cm canvases.

I then found out that my dad had bought me canvases for x-mas....LOL so when I 'opened' them (they weren't wrapped since I'd found them completely by accident, I mean, come on people, they were in the back porch on the freezer...not well hidden!!) My dad said he'd really liked my orchid macro paintings I'd done, so he wanted me to paint him an orchid painting...this is it...progressional... yes I know the camera makes it yellow tinted...Its in my room and my lamp is vaguely yellowish from all the tobacco in my house. -shrugs- when its finished or during next week I'll get a day time shot of it. okay??

this is it last friday (the 26th) in sketchy form. See? big orchids. I like.

this is it sunday morning (yes I pretty much painted all saterday evening and well into sunday...what??) You will see that I've chosen not to keep the greyish blue and that I've found an awesome magenta to work with. My goal is to really make the white orchids POP off the painting. I hope it works.

this is...as of 9 minutes ago on monday night...drying. I have to wash my brushes and start on the leaves...and stems...while I wait for the bg to dry...its not actually that red, its more pinkish with bright flecks of amber/gold. It'll match my parents room, they're bedding is that colour. and the inside of the orchids will reflect the same colour...

So far, this is probably the most I've -not- worked on a painting in one sitting, big canvases suck, they take foreverz to dry.

UGH..

updates will follow.

Why I hate the holidays

2008-12-25T14:06:00.001-08:00

An introspective perspective of Christmas, from a non-retail point of view.

Reason Number Uno;

Family. 'nuff said.

Reason Number Ducimo;

No matter what you asked for, you never get what you want. Exception Art supplies. Always ask for art supplies, cause inevitably you will need what you receive. One day. Even if its a tube of superglue...emergency band-aid people. Look that shit up.

Reason Number Triplica;

all you want to is sleep in. or sleep. or just hang out in bed. Can you? No, you're shuttled around from family members, to friends, to family to home and all you want is to be warm, comfy and half comatose.

Reason Number Quadretta;

The music. Again. 'nuff said.

Reason Number Cincolina;

HAVE YOU BEEN IN A MALL/STORE/MARKET?!? THAT alone is enough to retreat into the hills and take up life as a hermit. -cringes- I learned that Walmart pumps in pure oxygen to keep its customers more alert...I wonder what it does to the people working there... -sees mental image of walmart zombies shuffling around with tanks of pure O2 strapped to their backs-

Reason Number sexysix;

Inevitably, even if you don't celebrate x-mas, you will be wish a merry x-mas. Go fuck yourselves. Pagan. Wish me a happy solstice and MAYBE one year I'll be a little more inclined to celebrate this bastardized psuedo-holy day.

So, because Scrooge truly is the best thing about Christmas (pre the holy spirit halucinations,) Humbug everyon, BAH humbug indeed!!

Also. I am writing this because it is safer for my mentality to lock myself away then it is to be with my family. See Reason Number Uno.

Another Blond Moment, or Unrated Ratings.

2008-12-14T10:50:00.000-08:00

Last night, while sitting down to a night of movies and crocheting with Ms. And-Then-Some, we decided to watch Hancock.

I was looking at the case and asked if it would be too violent for her young son to watch with us and she said it was unrated and then took the box from me. I nodded in agreement, it is a 'super hero' movie after all and went back to my crocheting and she goes, after looking at the case quickly.

"Yah, there is no rating on it..."

I laughed and she grimaced, but it was too late. She made one of her finest blond moments ever.

This telling is not as humourous as the moment was, but if you think about it, this conversation happened in a matter of moments...you had to be there...

this is more for me to remember that brilliant moment then anything else.

Go Ms. Ren ATS.

Artist Ideals

2008-12-02T18:29:00.000-08:00

I've been thinking about it for a while, and I really want to get into more serious photography.

I've always enjoyed it, I've always had a fair hand and an eye for a shot, but I don't really know the technical side of it, how to properly frame an image, focus, light and shadow play.

You know. Experiment.

I don't know, shooting some models would be nice, I'd love to try doing some profiles, but omfg where to start.

good thing there are tutorials...

-shifty eyes-

just a thought.

The Penis to Thumb Ratio Theory, as discussed by Yve and Ren

2008-12-01T18:32:00.000-08:00

This is a conversation I had tonight with Ren-andthensome,
about me finally working up the nerve to ask a supah fine man's name I've come across.

Teh Yve says:
so I was like "so, do you have a name?" and he chuckled and shook my hand.
Teh Yve says:
It was so cute
Teh Yve says:
btw
Teh Yve says:
nice hands,
Teh Yve says:
big fingers.
Teh Yve says:
-nods- yah, thats right I checked out his thumbs
Ren says:
AHHH !
Teh Yve says:
lol
Ren says:
WHAT IS IT WITH YOU AND THUMBS!@%^%$&^%
Teh Yve says:
HAHAHHAHA
Teh Yve says:
You don't about that theory women have about thumbs and penis's?
Teh Yve says:
There is two different fields of thought
Teh Yve says:
One is, that a man's thumb shape will resemble his penis
Teh Yve says:
if he has thick short thumbs, thick and short cock,
Teh Yve says:
if he's got long and thin, or thick or whatever, his junk is like that
Teh Yve says:
The other theory is that a man's erection is the length of the index finger to the base of the thumb when the hand is in the position for a hand shake.
Teh Yve says:
that would mean I would have a little penis
Teh Yve says:
good for anal
Ren says:
oh god
Teh Yve says:
=squeaky sounds=

Seriously.

Yah.

Tell me you aren't looking at your hands right now.

center stage, spot light on, yve standing in the dead center.

2008-11-22T14:44:00.001-08:00

WHAAAAAT!!!

Thats right.

She's back. With a vengeful fury that shall know no bounds or hath no means of finally.

Miss me?

Missed you too blogger, missed you like the winter misses the sun and the crow misses the winds.

Whats news.

I finished college!

I finished co-op!

I GOT A JOB!!

Yes, ladies and gents, I am now working full time in a big, beautiful law office and I love it!!

Well, most parts of it. There are somethings I could do without, but they are so minute that its not worth the bother. Seeing as I do work in a law firm and I am under strict confidentiality rules, I'm just going to say to my ex boyfriend 'NEENER NEENER NEENER, you may work for the government, but I can PROMISE I make more then you! And I'm happier!! NEENER NEENER NEENER!! Still think you're right in dumping me!? WELL THAT JUST SHOWS YOU REALLY ARE THE IDIOT I KNOW YOU ARE!'

-coughs-

With that bit of gleeful delight out of my system now I can tell you exactly what has been going on outside of work, at home.

WEEELLLL you all remember my crazy ass sister, and her alcoholic pathological liar fiance and thier lovechild right? You know, the one sister who chased me with a butcher knife while carrying her baby cause I called her out on her behaviour while I went to T.O to help her and her loser boyfriend out when no one else would? Yah that one...

Well, melodrama after melodrama, pity, crocodile tears, you're life is so fucking bad (because your loser boyfriend can't keep a job and drinks away all your money), you're just as big as a loser as he is, even when you delude yourself you're not, you are...

_refrains from cursing too much_

They've come to live with us in Ottawa, in our tiny little spare bedroom, because after begging and crying with everyone to borrow money to move back to Canmore (omfg as far away from me as we both can afford) they loose thier flight cause the stupid idiot doesn't have a piece of i.d.

HOW DO YOU LIVE IN THIS WORLD WITHOUT ID?!?! FAAAAAAWK.

So after spending a couple weeks in a hostel, they called up my mom cried crocodile tears and are now living here.

Guess what I did?

FUCKED RIGHT OFF TO BROCKVILLE.

OKAY let me slow down and tell you what happened from the beginning.

Last Saterday 6 am (awake cause my body sez its time to be up for work, even though its a day off) I go downstairs for a cup of tea, thinking I could just curl up in bed and chill the day away.

My dad is sitting in the kitchen about to light a smoke and looks at me dead serious and tells me to sit down.

Shit, I think its the Big 'C' conversation (which I've been waiting for so I was a bit more tense then I should have been at 6 am) and I sit down and he passed me the smoke and the lighter and tells me to light up.

I look at him like he's not serious but hey in this house when some one passes you something to smoke, you take it and appriciate it cause its generally not going to happen again for a while. SO I do. and then he tells me I'm going to be irrate.

Irrate.

I-fucking-rrate is a god-damn understatement.

He then tells me /they/ are moving in with us.

Me: When?

Dad: Today.

M: Why wasn't I told about this.

D: I'm telling you now.

M: Why?

D: Mom said they could.

M: OH FUCK NO.

D: I know, I'm mad too.

M: I'm not mad, I'm PISSED FUCKING OFF. Does mom not remember getting a call from me at 9 pm, lost in Toronto, after /she/ chased me out of the house with a butcher knife?

D: Apparently not.

Discussion continues about how we're both pissed off, yada yada yada.

I call my best friend and ask for an escape.

BROCKVILLE!!

I get home, go to bed, and Sunday arrives.

Mom leaves before I can even STIR in my sheets. I don't see her all day, nor do I see dad for more then a brief moment.

Then I am left -ALONE- with /them/.

Still waiting for my apology from mom, crazy bitch.

I am pissed.

I know this sounds petty and cruel, but you really have no idea how infuriating these two are. First, wasteful. Horribly disgustingly wasteful. Secondly, loud. Thirdly, proud, spitful people who have superiority complexes. Seriously you want to see someone with the most self-inflated princess complex...come spend a day or two with my sister. BITCH doesn't even begin to describe it.

Monday--> not here TWO DAYS and they're borrowing money of my brother.

Tuesday--> Get into a yelling match because neither of them has any money to get copies of their resumes made.

Wednesday --> boyfriend disappears for 24 hours. OMFG is there hope? Did he really fuck off?

Thursday --> no, he was just in jail. Guess who let him back in the house...mom and crazy bitch.

Friday--> neither of them have a job and they approach me to borrow money. Why? They've been invited out for drinks by old friends. HAHAHAHAHA NO.

Saterday---> I get bitched at becuase I haven't been home to help them clean. COME AGAIN!??

Clean what?
I work 5 days a week, 8.5 hours a day, I am not home all day making messes, and living like thier going to be supported by us.
I gave them my best dead-pan expression before I turn on my heel and walk back to my room where I have been locked all week and am are now here.

SO. YAH. if I appear bitchy and evil in the next few months...THAT IS WHY.

Also...

new tattoo!!!

orchids, pink and purple, very girlie, very painful.

Ouch.

IT'S DONE

2008-09-18T14:06:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow is my very last day at Herzing.

I am done.

DONE.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA

-runs away cackling and screaming-

Wow, its been a long time!

2008-09-02T10:36:00.000-07:00

I didn't abandon you blog, I'm still here, thinking of you, planning my next entry, wondering what great video I can show my loyal (-looks at all five of you-) fans.

A lot has happened in the last month. I worked for a week and a day with a educational camp, and earned enough money to pay some rent. The sad part is, I didn't earn enough to pay my net bill, and you guessed it. I lost my internet access at home. -sighs- you never really know how much you're addicted to the net until you don't have it anymore. The first week was rough, but I've been dealing with by reminding myself that the redeeming fact of my last three weeks of college, I will have five hours a day of internet time, behind my professors back of course...SHHHH.

I had my first art show via the Outdoor Art Show - Ottawa and it was a blast! Thank you Ms. Janca and Mr. Macwilliams!! I have pictures...rather A picture before my camera died, and I will have it for you all tomorrow, with my little hippie set up. :D

---> Also, all the art from my show is available for sale! Buy my art, pay my rent!

Kaa went on a field trip and I realized he's an amazing fucking snake.

So yah, my life? Major suckage, and I'm tettering on the bitter edge of another nervous breakdown but all things considering, three weeks left and I've finished my college career at Herzing once and for all. That in itself is keeping me positive.

Oh, DSG, I miss you

Watch and be prepared to giggle and cry.

2008-08-08T07:14:00.000-07:00

I swear to the gods, this is the cutest fucking thing ever.

Because Every Good Blog Needs A...

2008-08-05T05:35:00.001-07:00

dating quiz!!

Now everyone who doesn't know me will know I'm a woman with loose morals.

10

*please note the results of this quiz are condusive with how many people in your area have taken the quiz, and knowing ottawa, not many people have so compared to those people, I'm a big whore. YAY!!!

Art Show!

2008-08-01T17:16:00.000-07:00

Girls!!

Okay, no no, everyone, I've gotten the confirmation for the Art Show on the 24th!!

Outdoor Art featuring me!!

and many many others, live music, live art, all local artists from Ottawa, come check up out!!

all the information is on the link I included above.

A Choobert & Janca production, worth the whirllie-jig!

Okay I'm fricking excited! Art show!!!

Phalaenopsis Project

2008-07-26T11:20:00.000-07:00

Well...

I'm a little disappointed in myself.. I thought it would take longer...

hm.

Anyway I forgot to take a picture of just the sketch on the canvas, I will for the next one though.

One of Four

You FAIL City of Ottawa

2008-07-20T05:55:00.000-07:00

A few months ago the City of Ottawa announced that the south side of Landsdown park would be demolished because of severe structural damage, and the implosion could be viewed by the public.

The implosion would be taking place at 8 am July 20th, and it would for the City of Ottawa be AWESOME because so rarely do we ever have anything that needs to be torn down. *except maybe City Centre which is a crazy and decrepid old building on Scott Street.

Anyway, I spent the night with Ren-and-then-some so we could drive over to her cousins place who has a BEAUTIFUL view of the Sunnyside neighbourhood and almost all of Ottawa west of downtown, including Landsdown.

We got up at 6:30 packed the kiddo in the car, grabbed brekkie at McChoke&Puke's and got settled in on the balcony.

8 am rolls around, we hear a series of loud pops, we get all excited, and a mediocre cloud of smoke, and then...

NADA.

No collapsing stands. No crashing of thousands of tonnes of cement.

EPIC FAIL.

We waited a few minutes longer and then.

NADA.

EPIC FAIL.

So its a moot point to say we were disappointed.

City of Ottawa, you fail. Epically.

-sighs-

teach me for getting excited about something happening in the City of Mediocracy.

___

Moments later, I realized I should check the live broadcast webcam and I see that they indeed demolished part of the stands, so I apologize for calling the city of ottawa a failure, but you suck for making it sound like it was going to be the entire southside.

So you fail. But just at accurate announcements.

Watch the Not-So-Epic Fail

Cyclists vs Drivers

2008-07-17T15:07:00.000-07:00

I use to be a neutral party to this age old debate of cyclists vs. drivers, then I leaned towards the drivers side but now that I am a cyclist and I have to share the road with some of the most ignorant fucking cocks in the world, I stand loud and proud on the cyclists side.

Why?

Well, if it isn't being bullied off the road by construction trucks, I'm being cut off by drivers. I was cut of three times today on my way to school and on my way home, one industrious little fuck-stain had the audacity to cut me off going through a fucking intersection. He drove out beside my on the right hand side then sped up to cut me off.

WTF!

So, the drippy discharge ended up at a red light and I caught up with him. I introduced my fist to his window and chewed him out for the entirity of the red light. I was so fucking livid I was shaking, (mostly from fear cause I was actually concerned for my life when he cut me off) but MAN I couldn't believe it!

Then crossing Preston on Carling, I had to merge into the left hand land because of some construction pilons and this silver sedan crept up beside me so I had to swerve into the construction zone, resulting in me getting honked at by the dumptruck trying to pull out. I caught up with the sedan and yelled at them through their open window.

I'd like to make a statement at this point, the Highway Traffic Act defines a bicycle as a vehicle and is required to follow the rules of the road, and be treated as a vehicle on the road, so shown the same amount of courtesy as other drivers.

YAH FUCKING RIGHT.

So to all you ignorant cockstains behind the drivers wheel, WE ARE VEHICLES TOO!! SHARE THE FUCKING ROAD!!!

FUCKING IGNORANT DICK-CHEESE!!

Flight of the Phoenix

2008-07-12T13:14:00.000-07:00

Working on a big watercolour,

Its a pano of a flock of phoenix flying, using the basis of a peacock for the size, feather pattern and flight, Yes, peacocks DO fly, and converting the blue/green/black theme of the peafowl into reds/oranges/pinks/purples to obvious resemble fire.

Point of Fact- Bird anatomy is fucking annoying. Reverting to using ass loads of reference pictures again.

Go Me.

Anyway, as soon as I dare I will take a couple pictures for you lot, once completed it will be up for sale during the art show in August.

Anyone know the plural term for multiple phoenix? Phoenii? Phoenixes?

Fucking latin.

So when I started this this morning, I'd only had the base colours down for each of the birds, so I've gone in added primary second colours to the main bird, and then started building the depth, I have a nice little light white acrylic that I'm going to wash over this when I get to the end to build up the highlights, but thus far, over three hours of work, not including drying time, this is my main watercolour for the show.

HU-fucking-ZZAH!!

I should have this done, by early-mid week and then I'm going to work on a 2nd generation cave painting with one of my new canvases, plus a small watercolour I'm inking currently for a framed piece.

In the next coming weeks if you see anything you like, let me know and I'll give you the price for it. :D

____

EDITED JULY 17th

YO BITCHES!!!

I finished it! I actually finished it on Sunday, but my sister Jess came to town so I was a bit distracted by that.

18 hrs + in total of painting hours, not including time debating on the background.

Skinny Jeans

2008-07-11T10:29:00.001-07:00

Skinny Jeans.

We all know what they are, we all have seen them on the street worn in various, colours, tightness and styles, some of us, shamefully, even own a pair of skinny jeans.

Are they a boon to our society, or a blight?

Well it depends on a lot of things actually, are you 90 lbs soaking wet? Are you in a band that plays coversongs of Good Charlotte, Fallout Boy, or Hedley? Are you an androginous self-mutilator who sits in the corner, crying about how you have no friends and all your poetry makes you want to kill yourself?

(If you are in the last category, I suggest taking a shower, stop wearing your little sisters hallowe'en make up and try going out in the sunlight once in a while, also, poetry is for fat chicks who can't draw, so give that up too.)

If you aren't in ANY of the those categories, good for you, welcome to the human race. If you aren't and you DO own skinny jeans, burn them. You only look like an idiot... especially if you are over 90 lbs, cause inevitably you have muffin top, or go so far as to have what my mother calls 'a whole loaf of bread'*.

Like leggings, the bane of my existance, skinny jeans are rapidly becoming part of my most hated list with our fashion world, and I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm a chick, I love clothes, I may not follow it season to season, but I know what looks good and what doesn't and skinny jeans sure as hell fire and damnation doesn't look good on anyone but a maniquin.

Case in point. Hipster boys who mix skinny jeans with thier punk era of wearing their pants past thier asses so everyone can see thier boxer briefs, tattered and thin, exposed to the whole world.
Look boys, its easy okay? Either wear skinny jeans on your hips like you're suppose too, or wear regular jeans frat-boy style (see above statement about asses in the wind).
No matter how hard you try to make yourself unique with the bullet belts, or the checkered or the studded pleather belts, oft wearing two or more complete with wallet chain, suspenders or band-ana's artfully folded or tied around to you, you're asses are still hanging out and no one, not even your own mother wants to see that. Pull up your pants. Even if you look like you haven't left your basement in several months you'll STILL look better then you do with your ass out.

And boys, for those of you who play alot of video games and aren't rail thin, please for the love of the gods, buy skinny jeans that A) fit your waist, B) aren't tight as second skin C) made of stretchy denim Okay? Muffin top on boys is NOT attractive. Doubly so if you do have your ass in the wind and you're muffin top buts MINE to shame. This is why pants come in many sizes, cause so do you boys. Got it? Kay. Good.

Also? Guys? I want you to know prolonged compactment of your junk will permanently damage it. Not like a painful you can't pee with out crying damage, but like its bent at a weird angle and girls will forever judge you for it damage. Go on, ask your dad about bell-bottoms from the seventies and the first generation of skinny jeans.

Ladies, Don't think you're safe just because I dedicated a paragraph and a bit to boys with thier asses out, you are even worse then they are.
I'll start with Muffin tops. If you flabby love handles fold over the top of your pants. THEY DO NOT FIT. Do not wear them cause you look stupid as fuck. Yah, fuck has a level of stupidity, and its girls who don't wear clothes that fit their body size.

If you are the shape of an ice-cream cone, (you know what I mean) Don't wear skinny jeans, or leggings for that matter. Or anything that clings. You look dumb. Especially if you are top heavy, or busty as our moms like to put it. It isn't flattering and you look cheap. Really cheap, like Britney before she shaved her head cheap. Yah. You really do. Trust me. I'm not saying this to be mean, I'm saying this cause it's true and I'm trying to help you save yourself years of ridicule from your daughters when they find pictures of you when they are your age now. Lets face it, as much as you are a bitch, your daughters will be worse. ( Example My mother is a bitch out of circumstance, I am a bigger bitch out of learned behaviour and her fine example.)

It pains me to admit it, but we really need to start taking the next generation aside and teaching them the all important message of straight leg, or boot-cut jeans. They look good on EVERYONE no matter what.

It sucks, I know I've run my mouth off, but I'm sorry these things need to be said. I know you're trying to be unique. Just like everyone else, but sometimes, you just can't wear skinny jeans.

* 'Whole Loaf of Bread'

I like to think I'm a bitch, I'm really opinionated and that gets on peoples nerves, but I honestly wouldn't run my mouth off if I didn't have justification and as much as it hurts, you know this blog entry is right.

Now, I like to think I'm a bitch, but my mom, she really is. I'm writing this footnote to explain the 'loaf of bread' statement I made earlier.

A couple weeks ago we all went out as a family to see a movie and while we were sitting having a snack before the show started my mom and I people watched, and it was early in the evening, beginning of school so there were alot of teens at the theatre, ALL of the girls were dressed inappropriately, like really if they weren't in clubbing clothes, they weren't dressed and many of these girls OBVIOUSLY didn't know their own shapes cause omfg, wow, just bad, tight, clinging clothes were lumps and jiggling bits and everything were everywhere. I don't want to see you cottage cheesey thighs and back-fat, so put some fucking clothes on. I saw one prime specimen who was wearing TIGHT neon yellow shorts, I mean they were so tight I was actually concerned her legs were going to loose circulation and I motioned over to her and said 'Mom, look, -that- is what muffin top is' cause she had asked me to explain it. She looked at the girl, snorted and said 'Yve, thats not muffin top, thats a whole loaf of bread.'

YAH.

That statement defines EPIC.

Littering Vs. Karma

2008-07-11T07:18:00.000-07:00

Littering Vs. Karma

Shut up and watch it.

ASL

2008-07-04T15:28:00.000-07:00

I'm learning American Sign Language guys,
and being back at school and working again, I've let this blog slide. I apologize, but hey, look I'm here today.

Well, I have a new job.

I loathe it, but its a job, and a job I need so I tolerate. Barely.

I was in school for a week, that was hard to stay in class around work, but now my schedule is changed and I can stay longer in class, as I have three weeks coming up of just school and work.

UGH.

I'm going through a weird down-slide to my personality recently, and its rather defeatist of me to let it go on so long, but as it is, I know what I need to get me out of this, and its been hard to find it.

Really hard.

Tonight I'm going to see Wintersleep and Fiest with Ms. And-then-some. Bringing the new digital camera with me. Wish me luck.

I've learned a handful of words in sign language, Fire, What, Awkward, Vagina, In, 'I am learning ASL' and my personal fave Sea Turtle. I know a couple others, but I always missign them, Girl, Boy, Mother Father, etc.

Oh.

Art show in August. FUCK YAH!

Also I wrote the letter to Nurse Tickler, I haven't sent it, nor will I likely, but I still wrote it. Go me?

Pletheria of new you tube links coming soon. :D

R.I.P

2008-06-23T10:08:00.000-07:00

George Carlin
May 12, 1937,- June 22,2008

A sad day folks, a very sad day

EPIC

2008-06-17T19:24:00.001-07:00

Guiness.

Served at the ball park.

Yve done at 9 before the game is over.

She has money.

EPIC.

-crawls into bed, monumentally happy-

Oh. Also? I have pens. You know what that means right?

YAH, you know.

-kiss-

Tasty

2008-06-16T09:08:00.000-07:00

Kyran

So fine. So very fine.

I am really proud of this sketch. Retardedly so.

Thunder Storm City

2008-06-15T13:51:00.000-07:00

If I ever wanted fodder for a good story today would be the day, two strong little systems rolled through my neighbourhood and a third is barrelling down on us as I type.

My room smells fantastic but is damp and now my back hurts. SUCCESS!!

I have two pieces I'm planning when I get around to it tonight, as way of thanks to a couple of people who are helping me out by L.D.S. for me.

I fucking love you guys.

<3

-mutters incoherently-

2008-06-15T09:28:00.001-07:00

Nothing sucks worse then WANTING to say something but knowing its better NOT too.

FUUUUUUUCK.

stupid morals, I don't WHERE the hell I developed them, but ALL SUDDEN LIKE I've got 'em and I hate 'em.

Fuck you morals, fuck you up the ducks butt.

-goes back to stewing-

GAWDS.

M.P.G

2008-06-13T11:17:00.001-07:00

Raik By Lolita Art

They do exist.

If only in art.

_SIIIIIGH_

srsly. WANT!!!

-purrs and goes back to day dreaming-

Popper

2008-06-12T19:53:00.000-07:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DmUhiCaTm3k

His name is Robert -somthingorother-. This guy was brilliant to watch, when I saw him on the program -I- stood up and applauded at the end.

He's amazing. SRSLY.

Skraelings

2008-06-12T16:13:00.000-07:00

This is my friend Vade King, preforming at...pennsic?? ANYWAY its Vade. I have to share this.

skraelings

Apathy

2008-06-11T15:37:00.000-07:00

Have you ever noticed this quality in a person?

I have, on a number of occasions.

I guess, because I am more astutely aware of how I feel I see how much other people don't care. Apathy.

Have you ever had something happen to you, and no one around you notices, or seemed to care. You're hurt and yet you're more hurt because the cold shoulder is given to you? Apathy.

What about when someone dies, and you just shrug it off, 'it was there time' 'at least they're at peace now' 'better them then us'.
Apathy.

I honestly think if people cared more, we wouldn't be in the shit hole we're in now. And by We I mean human beings on whole.

We're all fairly narcissistic, we only care about how things, events, action etc. are effecting us directly. If they aren't. We don't care.

Well you know what. Fuck that. I care. I care because I feel.

I hate apathetic people. Apathy is for people who go through life with blinders on. If I walk up and punch you in the face, you'll feel it. And you'll realize even though YOU think you're #1, you are just another sheep in the herd, but not me. I care because I feel and that makes me one of the shepards. Or one of the dogs. I like the idea of being a bitch. I'm okay with considering myself a herding dog because at least I'm telling people where to go and what to think instead of being blind mindless mutton.

To all you apathetic people out there. BaaaAAAAAaaaa

Pity Yve

2008-06-03T20:00:00.000-07:00

So I started a new job today, working at Jetform park, it's pretty decent, the management seems a bit overwhelmed and underprepared but all in all everything is chill.

Except for the mode of transportation. Its summer, so I am back on my bike again.

I haven't REALLY ridden it much this year which was stupid cause I knew I'd be riding it to school when classes are up and school is further then the stadium by another two kilometers' so boo on me for being a lazy prat.

Anyway I looked at the map and realize I bike clear through the downtown core in 40 minutes. Considering its two K from Robinson Park on the river to the previously named Lynx Stadium, I bike about 20 K one way, 40 K in one day. WTF!!

If I make it through this week, I'm clear. If not...well...tough titties.

Yellow Pepper

2008-06-03T07:14:00.000-07:00

YAY!! All my blossoms are open on my orchid!! I have about a two weeks left with the awesomeness that is my yellow pepper orchid before they start to wither and die. But now that the last one is open, I can start feeding the orchid and have a new flower stem growing!!

The next stem I'm going to take the spike out and just let it grow horizontal like dad does, I find its much prettier, and while I know in the wild the stems grow fucktastically and vertical where they can, it's the cultivators who spike them.

Anyway
Thats my beautiful yellow pepper everyone. Just a quick shot with the cam, but I liked the effect as I had forgotten the flash was on. Oh well it came out looking good. :P

It never lasts.

2008-06-01T08:18:00.000-07:00

I say I'm going on art hiatus, and what happens?

three weeks in I crash. and burn up my sketch book.

FUCK.
I am so weak.

I told Vade I hadn't been drawing and he said (as a fellow artist, and I'm sure not as the moderator of my favourite holt, and thus recipient of most of my art) I had three options, quit and talk about how I use to be an artist, quit and start up again in a year or two, with festered skills and frustration, taking months to get back to the skill I'm at now, or force myself.

I forced myself and I am surprised to see I'm not broken.

Bliss, Darkbrume and Thistle

filler.

Darkbrume and Bliss

I love this one, cause 'Brumie lets his hair down, and this is the best pose in the world, I use it alot.

Patter Age 21

This is what started it all, it kick starts my artistic motors doing Age pieces of my character.

Close up!

Fuck she's a cutie.

Roth, Delena and Tilan

Started this without realizing who exactly I was drawing, decide wtf, do draw the OTHER tri-bonding in the holt.

Thank you Stonebranch Holt.

Britain's Got Talent

2008-05-29T11:41:00.000-07:00

Srs lulz people.

oh, the lulz must be shared.

2008-05-29T08:18:00.000-07:00

A very dear friend of mine is going through a rough time right now, rough as in stressful to the max cause she's fighting with the father of her eldest son for custody, or well, as of tuesday WAS fighting for the custody of her son, and has won. YAY!

I'm a bad friend because I should be more well versed in the situation since I've known Ms. Pixie since my first day at Rideau high, and Mr. douchewater himself since probably my second week at said high school. We've been friends on and off for nearly 10 years, through some pretty stupid rash teenage angst and drama, we've pulled through enough that I love Ms. Pix like my own sisters, in fact, probably more...but we're not getting into that ball of wax, not yet anyway.

So, some time last year, douchewater himself, decides out of the blue he's going to take Pixie to court for joint custody of their son. Now, by all means, this sounds like a practical responsible thing to do as a father right.

WELL He decided to do it five years after the boy was born and has already established a father-son relationship with Pix's fiance. And I know I'm going to come off sounding like the protective bestfriend of the mom, but really, if you knew douchewater, you'd be on Pixies' side too.

Why? Douchewater is a chronic liar, drug use, shlep, worthless lay about. I mean really, he's spent the last five years living on the street. Yah, of his own free will. He doesn't have any conditions that would stop him from working or being a responsible adult other then the fact that he's lazy and couldn't help himself let alone try to take care of his son (as well as the fact that up until last year, douchewater has said on many occasion that he wanted nothing to do with his son, or the mother of one of his many children). This, though sad for the little bear, is probably a good thing, I know if douchewater was my old man, I'd shun him. SHUN!!
Examples of his lies is, Pixie use to beat him up, he was abducted by aliens, ninja's were out to kill him, the bikers were after him, he's gotten implants from the government to monitor his actions, he accused his father of some pretty hienous acts, more recently he has graduated from college, (he didn't even graduate from high school). These are just the lies I can remember, I'm sure if we asked Pixie to speak up, she'd go one for days.

Yah.

-blinks- I shit you not.

So finally the day comes that they're in court again, so he could fight for visitation rights, lying to the judge that he wasn't allowed to see his son since january, etc, etc, etc and when Pix contested his right to visitations, he changed his mind and told the judge he was okay with Shawna having full custody and visitation rights. Why the change of tune? Because he's joining the army. But he also has cancer, and Pixies' fiance put a hit out on him. (Pixies' fiance is easily the nicest most respectful man I've ever met, I can be pretty cynical and hateful when it comes to men, because I've seen alot of really crazy shit, but this guy, he deserves Man of the Year, Man of the Millenium. I've said it to his face, I really respect him, and I can only pray I end with a guy as great as this man is. Honestly girls, he's damn near perfect. And Ms. Pixie REALLY deserves a man like him.)

Yah.

This comes not two or three weeks after his last visit with the little bear where he showed up late, and high on E.

Yah.

I'm telling you when Pixie told me what he did in court, I fucking laughed. And laughed. And laughed.

I laughed because, its really sad and pathetic how this man thinks and acts, I mean really I can't think of ONE time he's ever been honest. And I've tried, I have tried to take douchewater serious, to try to get him help (because obviously something is wrong with his mind) and I've tried to remain neutral to hating him, I really have. But there is only so far a person can go before the empathy is shut off and you become totally apathic to a person of his persuasion.

I am so proud of Pixie for all the crap she's dealt with because of him and her having full rights to dictate what douchewater does around her son (cause lets face it, I've only told you a scant beginnings of this guys inadequacy as a father and a human being) I am really truly impressed with the court system.

YAY PIXIE!!

I love you girl!!

New Look!

2008-05-27T13:25:00.000-07:00

What!!

Seriously, what do you guys think? Its' mmm very nice.

Yah I went with a template supplied by blogger. :P

A Look Through Part 5

2008-05-25T15:01:00.000-07:00

I had too much fun with the last entry, I went a little crazy so I decided to wrap up the tour of my room instead of waiting a couple more days.

Ready for probably the most boring three pictures ever?? I know I am!!

OKAY right off the bat. I had more pictures I don't where they went, but they were all detailed images of the stuff that slightly out of frame or has great importance to me. Like my Alter, and the Beatles poster you can only see a corner off in the top of this frame.
Here we go.

My buddhist shelf, buddhism opened my eyes to the religions of the world cause when I was in China, well, I saw alot of ancient temples, and shrines to this world known...is he a deity?...okay person of myths and legends...this particular buddha I have on my shelf comes from Tibet, it was gift to an ex from his uncle, who did alot of travelling. I'm not sure how he got into Tibet, or out of it with this buddha, but its hand carved and fucking gorgeous. I love it, I wash it frequently to keep the dust off it and I pray to him when I'm asking for selfless things (like helping a sick friend, or when the world is particularily shitty). Beside him is a little clay incense burner I was given by Nurse Tickler back in our hay-day when she went to Europe to visit family. It comes from holland is a snail shell sitting inside a clam shell. Next to THAT is my candle from Doozy Candles in Chelsea QC. I bought it Bluesfest last year and when I burn it it smells like apples, its also refillable so when I burn all the wick, I can go up to Chelsea and get it refilled (hopefully with more apple scented wax). Behind it are two boxes of Nag Champa, one the blue one, is actually a knock off variety, Agarbatti, which doesn't use real Nag Champa spices to scent the incense by a combination of others that smell like chocolate chip cookies. I learned this when I was OKC at the occult store in the Paseo, when I found (and bought) the REAL Nag Champa from Shanthimalai, and as I learned the proceeds go to training widows in Tamil Nadu, south india, the traditional way of rolling incense sticks. I felt very proud when I bought it, like I was doing something to help the women of India (who suffer obscene abouts of atrocities committed by their families.) I find I actually prefer the real stuff of the Agarbatti variety, its a richer, headier scent and when I smell it, I think of DSG cause we burned it while we were together. I get all nostalgic when I smell it. The blue shelf itself was left behind by my sister Jessica when she moved to T.O. On it hand my leather belts on one hook, my blue pashmina scarf, by purple hippie scarf from Claire's and my white pashmina, (you can't see the black one cause I was washing it and my red one was stolen by my mother. She does that. She's almost as bad with scarves as I am.
Remember how I was telling you about you getting to see more butterflies?! Those are the pride and joy of my collection, three varieties of Papilio's (LOL latin for Butterflies, but the actual genus term for them as well). The top is my Papilio Ulysses Ulysses, my parents gave it to my for my 25th birthday (YAY!) beneath it is my Papilio Palinurus the first of many butterflies I have recieved (this one was from Shawn on my 24th birthday) and beneath it is my Papilio Charaxes Smaragdalis, my birthday present to myself on my 25th. You can't tell by the Palinurus is actually nearly entirely green with yellow eyespots, and the Charaxes is banded blue on both upper and lower wings with white speckles on the tops of the top wings. What you don't see is the Beatles poster, all four Beatles, in a narrow panels over-bossed with the word REVOLUTION. Bought that for ten bucks. Its a fucking steal.

MY DRUM!!!!!
The mirrow, the white shelf and the white cardboard are all stuff that is waiting to be moved to the basement, or used for an art project.
And my drum, in the very first surong I ever owned that I hand-sewn into a drum-bag with a terry cloth towel lining. -is smug- hand sewn people. ( I later reinforced it with a sewing machine)The wires are my network cable for the computer, and my power cord for my fishtank.

Lastly, my Mucha calendar, yes I know we're the tale end of May, and my calendar is of April, but thats when the picture was taken. Shut up. Normally I have my work schedule, events and dates written down on my calendar but being unemployed and unsocial, I got lax with it. As a result, I miscounted my period start date (nearly DIED thinking I was knocked up) what days I fed Kaa on (which is ALWAYS fun when you have to stick your hand in a tank with a snake who hasn't been fed in two weeks). So I can tell you I was on the fucking BALL when May started.

If could find the rest of the close up shots I took I'd show them too you too, but I have NO clue where they are. and For that I apologize. You're aren't missing much.

New additions to my room include a marble goblet for my alter, my yellow orchid, I have put my closet door back on (sans door knob as it was thrown out (why I don't know but it was)) and my bedroom door now has a doorknob complete with locking mechanism!! SUCCESS!! I now hang my chinese good luck charm on the said doorknob and I have a little metal sign from Ren (and then some) that sez 'The Witch Is In'. I fucking love it. Also, a new addition to my window is a champagne glass doubling as a vase for freshly (stolen) picked Lily of the Valley flowers. I'm getting more tonight. :D
My drum is now kept where my garbage bin is, the bin is beside my dresser and the door (so I will empty it as it fills) I have replaced my MONSTROUS monitor with a smaller one and a smaller chair opposed to the equally monstrous black leather one. I am debating switching them again as this one is hard and doesn't allow my to slouch, or rest my elbows on anything. Also. Its ugly and doesn't roll...hm... now I am debating the little chair vs. the large chair, more space vs. comfort.

I hope you liked my room. I know I do!!

A Look Through Part 4

2008-05-25T14:13:00.000-07:00

Here it is again folks, an intimate look inside the room of Yve. I've said this before (and if I haven't forgive me I am a burn out) that this room is my apartment within a house, I could so choose to have a hot plate or at least a kettle for soup and tea (really, that and trail mix and I'm frickin' set) but I don't because my parents would have a combined anurism and die bleeding out from their ears if I horded anymore dishes in my room. What can I say, its my home within my home. ANYWAY. I am starting this entry off on a bit of a sad start. Why?

An empty set of frames people. Brown pressed card stare out like unblinding judging eyes at me. Why is it empty? I bought this when I was employed at Stokes with the intention of putting film pictures in it from my trip to OKC. I've yet to recieve ANY images from DSG's end. SO. It sits. Waiting. Empty. Staring at me accusingly. I hate empty frames. I really do. DSG. Get your shit together and send me some damn photos. Please. -smoochies-
The frame beside it is a card I bought MANY moons ago called In Cathedrals of the Forest by Stephanie Puiman Law. Her watercolours are stunning. If you have the time, go look her up and...well here, I'll do you a favour... In Cathedrals of the Forest I blatantly nicked the frame from my mom years ago and had it squirrelled away, and then had said card squirrelled away and one day, sitting down at the kitchen table, I realized, HOLY SHIT! They're perfect for each other. Since then, its been in my room. It has blue butterflies in it. Guess why I love it so much.

My bedroom window. It looks out into the little alley between my house and the neighbours, a cherry tree of some persuasion is the main view and the neighbours asian style garden is most definitely in sight when I'm having a toke, hanging out the window. Most of my bedding is blue, my blanket, my pillow cases and my top sheet are all blue-grey or blue, and I have four pillows of various sizes on my bed, only one of them isn't sewn and stuffed by me. You can see my curtain is actually a bright yellow and orange surong (I hate conventional blinds) it has fish and ying-yang symbols silk screened on it. About a month before I took this series of pictures I bought a BRIGHT yellow bottom sheet for my bed, and I had originally a soft pink, green and blue surong hanging in my window, but it just didn't set the mood right in my room, so when I was at St. Vincents looking for cheap summer threads I found the surong you see for sale for a buck. A fucking quality Alma surong made of rayon, possibly the best material for summer in Ottawa, in the same colour as my bottom sheet. WHAT!! matching window dressing for my bedding?! FUCK YAH! Left to right are my witch-balls, I've been collecting over the last three years, the big red and clear on I bought in Salem MA. when I went with Shawn. We spent the entire trip looking for a witch ball that wasn't over priced and not putrid green or shit brown and I had a choice between this one or a baby pink and yellow one. I picked this one cause the red reminded me of blood. Morbid but true. We drive ALL the way home from the coast to Ottawa and I unpack it to find a little clear sticker on it that said 'Made in Merrickville, Canada.' about an hour away from where I live. I nearly cried. The irony. The next pink and red one, I bought the same time as the little blue one cause they were SUPER fucking cheap at the Art Deco place in St. Laurent. The purple and pink one in the middle I bought from Hallmark for reasons, I can't remember. The tiny pink frosted one on the end I was given from the DSG while I was in OKC. We had gone to see the Chihuly exhibit at the OKC Museum of Art and it was beautiful. I've never seen a frosted one before but its not etched it tiny bubbles and imperfections in the glass. Of all of them its my favourite.
Now its in the shadows, but its a ribbon wind-catcher I bought in the occult store while in the Paseo in OKC. It was like two bucks and fucking cute. If you're sharp you can see my giant KISS fm mug on my window sill. That mornings coffee.

ONWARDS!!! ok, so this is right beside my window, above the outside corner of my bed, and obvious, accounting for my fishtank, beside my bed.
Its a sad angle for the pictures but the three black frames were a birthday gift from my mom. How cute. Keeping the black theme rocking in my room! YAY! The top is the original photo of DSG's Cherry Blossoms, which is my large tattoo on my left shoulder (closest to my heart). Beneath that is a picture of him, out in his favourite park with his new staff (my influence people there people :P he's so pagan but he won't admit it). This was shortly after the ice storm in Oklahoma, that was actually declared a national disaster, in Canada, it would have qualified as a shitty drive to work for a couple days, okay maybe not as they did have power outages for days across the state and couple people died when they were out driving (why you would go driving in an ice storm in oklahoma when you KNOW you can't drive on wet, icy, unsalted roads is beyond me but they did and now...well. yah.) Beneath DSG is a picture he took for me at the Myriad Gardens of a giant mofo koi, people I was there, these things are four feet long. REALLY they are HUGE. Anyway, he knows I love koi, and he got the prettiest colour pateration out there, red on white. <3 fuck I love that man.

Above the fish tank is a birthday gift from my sister Jessica, I had asked for a papillo ulysses ulysses that year and she couldn't find it, but she did find the whip scorpion fighting a taranchula, and when she gave it to me, she said it was in memory of China. I laughed so hard I nearly wet myself. When we were younger we lived in China and we shared a room for the majority of our time there, not a day would go by that one of us would wake next to some steroid ridden insect of some sort or another. I appriciated the memories and put it beside my bed for just that reason. Thanks Jess. <3

Beneath that is my 5.5 gallon fish thank, as you can see the java moss has taken over. The blur of orange is my fish, Terrance. The blob of brown in the left top corner along the water line is one of my many (and I do mean MANY) snails. That would be D.N. II or III one of two of Dough-nuts offspring, my brazillian ramhorn snail. He died but his many (and I do really mean MANY) offspring continue to thrive on his memory. And the abundance of fucking java moss.

WHAT YOU DON'T SEE-->

In the corner of my window and wall is now a three and a half foot copper wind chime belonging to my parents that they didn't want hanging outside their room anymore. I COULD have hung it outside MY window but as I slept with it open at night, I didn't want to be kept awake by the chimes, so I hang it inside and open my windows very wide during the day. Its beautiful and on the pendulum that hangs down the center, on the very end is a copper pentagram. HENCE why I love it so much.

ALSO. I have recently acquired a little table from ikea where my fishtank now sits beside a little reading lamp and my phone dock for the second phone reciever. This was a piece of furniture that my brother had bought while living here and didn't take out when he moved into his girlfriends parents house. Apparently, when she saw that I was using it (not 8 months after they left) she bitched to my dad about it. He turned to her and said, 'you left it here for 8 months, had you left it in an apartment you actually rent, you'd never see it again. Be glad we didn't throw it and the rest of your shit out when you left it behind.' I have never been so proud to called my dad's daughter.

100th Blog Entry!

2008-05-23T09:56:00.000-07:00

Its been weeks in the making, I've been allowing myself to be held back by the fear of posting my 100th blog and not making it interesting enough for you all.
Well I'm not going to disappoint, and in the theme of my blog, being basically about nothing and everything and my opinions and finally accepting that I simply couldn't give a shit if I hurt someones feelings, I am going to post a monumental entry.
I hope.

Alright. Where to start, well my last post was a 100 facts about me, and it hasn't changed. I am still that crazy.

I am also still unemployed and rapidly growing more and more in debt. My stress levels are through the roof and I'm not sleeping at night. Ren, I know you don't care how little I sleep, but I do, and falling asleep half way through the afternoon isn't my ball of wax. I hate naps and I've been taking more and more of them because at night, laying in bed, I just can't sleep, I get to thinking about rent, and dog food, and snake food, and my art supplies, and my school loan, which gets me thinking about my school loan, and how much I hate my college and I hate the career I've choosen and I haven't even started to work as a paralegal but I already hate how dirty and underminded people are in this profession.

When I'm not thinking about that, I start to feel guilty because I'm worried I'm not caring for my pets properly and the guilt builds as I realize all the household bills lay in my moms lap cause me and my dad are unemployed and I slowly start to work myself into being wide awake at 3 am laying in bed wondering wtf I'm going to do.

I know what I want to do, but until I've got my debts in order, I can't do any of it. And the worst is, before all this happened, I went on the greatest trip of my life. I went to probably the most boring place a person could pick to go, but I went for all the wrong reasons, ( a guy ) and everything turned out marvelous. I came home, on an absolute high from my trip and discovering this relationship, I've been lucky enough to use it as a safety blanket when I start feeling low.

Which is another thing, bring home all the time makes a person go crazy. I can literally feel my self image dropping everyday I dont' get a job, because my sense of self-worth is just out the window not working and earning. I get stressed, I get guilty, I get depressed. I hate being depressed, its been building pretty much constantly since I came home from Toronto, and its really frustrating, you know when you KNOW something is happening to you, and yet no matter what you do, nothing can stop it from happening. Its still beating you down? I hate fighting I do, and thats what I'm doing, I'm waging an inner battle with myself and I can feel myself losing.

And then I start complaining and I really hate listening to people whine. Especially about situations they get themselves into without using thier brains in their heads. I mean, seriously how can you pretend to be so blind you don't see the shitty situation you're in? Is it because you're head is so far stuffed up your own ass you're can't see anything but your own petty disillusions? I mean really, you are all smart people, fucking use your heads.

As an example. I'm sharing a toke with my parents and we start talking about gas prices, and then we get stared talking about the economy, and food-wars, and the weather patterns and soon my dad is telling me that by the time I'm his age, we're going to be heading into the real global warming and we'll have no food because everyone thinks corn is going to save our ass, when all corn does is bleach the ground and turn it into desert, so we're going to have no rich soil cause all our farm land is being boughten up by governments to grow corn for ethonal. ETHOFUCKINGAL. CARS RUN ON ALCOHOL better then they run on gas or ethonal. Anyway he goes on his huge rant that starts to make sense in my head and I'm thinking and I realize he has a point and it saddens me because my dad, while being a great man in his own rights is a hermit and won't go out and tell people this, I see a cavalcade of fucking SUV's and Ubertrucks parked on my street.

I learn about a car company in Germaine Quebec that has designed and manufactures smart-electronic cars for under 5000$ canadian, and you AREN"T EVEN ALLOWED TO DRIVE THEM IN CANADA (well except B.C). Which brings me to another point, all of our hydro plants, and power plants are slowly rusting away and we're going to be facing not only a food crisis, but an energy crisis also, and people are shitting bricks about nuke-power. FUCK Yah, it;s dangerous cause all the nuke plants are fifty years old and seventy years out dated by technology, but if we had nuke plants that were updated and to code, at least we won't have worry about energy. Which brings me back to gas, I heard the other day that the major family...erm corporations were approached by a world body about the current price of gas, and that it was too high, and if they could all work to gether to fix out oil crisis, we might last another hundred years if america doesn't pick a fight with a country they can't handle. (Gods please, they aren't the biggest kids on the playground anymore, teach them to keep their fat traps shut!)
Anyway, the oil-mongerers said pretty much too bad, you made this bed, now lie in you fuckers.

In the mean time, American Idol is getting more fan response then the war over in afganistan and iraq. WTF PEOPLE. Does anyone even know whats going on ever there?
OKay, maybe some people do, but I don't and its freakin' me out, the war on terror, Al queda, Osama Bin Crazy-mofo, so what has anyone heard anything about the actual terrorists or are we just running around with our pants down? I think we are.

I try to stay updated but when all the media networks are more concerned that Paris Hilton wants to be knocked up in '09, I tend to ignore the news. Seriously. wtf. The world would be a better place if everyone in hollywood was piled into airtight shipping containers and dropped to the bottom of the deepest pit in the ocean. For one, we wouldn't have to deal with all the tripe coming out of hollywood these days...The Love Guru? You Don't Mess With The Zohan? WTF!! Two, all the money that DOES get spent on these stupid people, and these stupid movies might be spent on oh, I don't know, attempting to resolve the worlds issues by people actually going outside and LOOKING AROUND.

I know its a bit hypocritical of me to say this, as I am sat INDOORS at my computer, but on my defense I do go out, I do see the world, I listen, I watch and I am very very aware of how TRUELY fucked we are.

Also, I've put my sketchbook away, I have ONE picture I MUST finished for a friend, but after that I'm done. I can't do it anymore. I'm not even sure why, but I can't. On the upside. I'm writing, I have a couple dozen little poems I've written and I'm working on a story. Mostly for shits and giggles, but I'm loving it simply cause I just sit down and write and don't plot anything. HAH I hope you guys like it when I post it. :D

I do plan on finishing A Look Through, probably in the next day or two, but for anyone of you who like my blog, check out this thingy I have going, the button for Verveearth, as far as I can see, its google earth for blogs, its pretty cool, I have to start checking out my neighbours and see whats going on outside my bubble.

DSG? I love you!
Bish? When the hell are you getting back from Majorca? We misses you!
Ren? Wake up from your nap.
Rio? You're my lovely lady <3
Beth? You're awesome, make with the watercolours.
Vade? Stop fucking disappearing for days on end, and give us a fucking long post already!
And to everyone else? I know I'm crazy, but thats why you love me and keep coming back.

So was this post long enough for you? I hope so, I just heard the first rumble of thunder for this year, in canada, (I heard LOTS when I was in OKLAHOMA, that would be one reason why I would live in OKC, the fucking weather is REDONKULOUS...oh and DSG -nuzzles-)

OOOOH

And you all know how my dad is the orchid king? I totally outdid him, and got my hands on a yellow pepper phalaenopsis. he's always wanted a yellow orchid and now, I have my very own. Its got FOUR open blossoms and is very very very pretty. I love me some crazy parasite plants!

Also, they look like vagina's. HAHAH!!

100 facts

2008-04-25T18:21:00.000-07:00

I stole this from jess, off facebook

100 Random Facts About Me

1. ONE OF YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET IT?
the heart shaped one on my left ankle came from an unfortunate biking accident where I ground my ankle against my gear shift, while rolling my bike into a ditch. Yes. it was painful having my ankle twisted around my frame, no I will not tell you what I was doing at the time of the accident which caused said accident. Thought if you know me, and I do tell you, you won't be surprised.

2. WHAT DOES YOUR CELL PHONE LOOK LIKE?
small, silver rectangular p.o.s.

3. WHAT MUSIC DO YOU LIKE TO LISTEN TO?
folk, indie, anything by xavier rudd.

4. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME YOU WERE BORN?
I was born in the morning, which defies all reason, cause I hate mornings.

5. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW?
to be back in oklahoma with my dsg.

6. WHAT DO YOU MISS THE MOST?
...DSG. and bish, but only cause he's a sexy sexy brit.

7. WHAT IS YOUR MOST PRIZED POSSESSION?
...oooh thats tough, my dog. Probably. when she's cute and well behaved. When she's not, my silver bell anklet.

8. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SMELL?
lily of the valley after a rainshower.

9. DO YOU GET CLAUSTROPHOBIC?
Yes.

10. DO YOU GET SCARED IN THE DARK?
only late at night when I'm walking up the stairs. For some reason I have an unrational fear of being taken while on stairs. don't know why.

11. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOGNE / PERFUME TO WEAR?
Amber, by Trilonka, by the Wind Rose Company.

12. WHAT KIND OF HAIR DO YOU LIKE ON THE OPPOSITE SEX?
Dreads, long thick, dreads.

13. WHERE CAN YOU SEE YOURSELF BEING PROPOSED TO AT?
On the beach, somewhere cold, stoney and old.

14. COFFEE OR ENERGY DRINKS?
Coffee,nectar of the gods, giver of life.

15. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIZZA TOPPING?
pralines and dick.

16. IF YOU CAN EAT ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
-snerk- heheheh....uh...breakfast at the Hungry Frog.

17. WHO IS THE LAST PERSON YOU MADE MAD?
Herzing College, more directly Marlene.

18.DO YOU SPEAK A DIFFERENT LANGUAGE?
several, but only the swear words.

19. WHAT WAS THE FIRST GIFT SOMEONE EVER GAVE YOU (OF THE OPPOSITE SEX)?
Erm. No clue. I can tell you what the LAST gift was...my G.I hat with general star, from the DSG.

20. WOULD YOU FALL IN LOVE KNOWING THAT THE PERSON IS LEAVING?
ehn... have, will again probably. Will avoid it if possible.

21. WHAT IS THE BEST WAY TO TELL SOMEONE HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO YOU?
to their face, duh

22. SAY A NUMBER FROM ONE TO A HUNDRED:
69

23. BLONDES OR BRUNETTES?
Brunettes

24. WHAT IS THE ONE NUMBER YOU CALL OFTEN?
DSG's.

25. WHAT ANNOYS YOU MOST LATELY?
people talking on their cell phones while driving.

26. HAS ANYONE EVER SPIT ON U?
yes, and I promptly kicked thier ass.

27. YOUR WEAKNESSES
Chocolate, DSG, Bish, animals in pain and of course, these meme's.

28. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST JOB?
Dairy Queen

29. EVER DONE A PRANK CALL?
Who hasn't...next

30. WHAT WERE YOU DOING BEFORE YOU FILLED OUT THIS SURVEY?
talking on the phone with DSG...currently still on the phone with him.

31. IF YOU COULD GET PLASTIC SURGERY WHAT WOULD IT BE?
...prolly lipo, cause my jiggly pisses me off some days...only when I can't find comfy clothes though.

32. WHY DID YOU FILL OUT THIS SURVEY?
for teh lulz

33. WHAT DO YOU GET COMPLIMENTED ABOUT MOST?
my tits

34. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF ALCOHOL BECAME ILLEGAL?
rumrunner.

35. WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY?
unlimited plane tickets to anyone where I want...realistically, probably...I dunno my birthday is nine months away...ask me sooner to the end of november.

36. HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT?
three

37. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?
My astrological sign, n my grandmother

38. DO YOU WISH ON STARS?
all the time

39. WHICH FINGER[S] IS YOUR FAVORITE?
my right middle finger. I stick it up the most.

40. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY?
a couple of days ago when I had an emotional conversation with the dsg.

41. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?
fuck yes.

42. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?
Mock Chicken

43. ANY BAD HABITS?
Sloth.

44. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING CD YOU OWN?
pfft please I'm fucking poor, all my cd's are practical.

45. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?
Fuck yes, I'm awesome.

46. DO LOOKS MATTER?
only when you don't have a personality. then you're pretty much boned.

47. HOW DO YOU RELEASE ANGER?
I draw.

48.WHERE IS YOUR SECOND HOME?
OKC

49. DO YOU TRUST OTHERS EASILY?
Until they fuck it up, yes.

50. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TOY AS A CHILD?
My imagination

51. DO YOU USE SARCASM?
....really, is this necessary?

52. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN A MOSH PIT?
I'm the person that starts them.

53. WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A GUY/GIRL?
BIG...ugh....hands.

54. WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES?
MINION! Yve, Yvil, Abbie, Vawn,

55. DO YOU UN-TIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?
.....I use velcro....

56. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?
pralines and dick.....

no, srsly cookies and cream

57. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE COLORS?
black, green, cerealean blue purple.

58. HOW MANY WISDOM TEETH DO YOU HAVE?
two...do you want them?

59. WHAT DO YOU MISS MOST RIGHT NOW?
D.S.G.....fek

60. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?
if they so choose to waste their time...meh

61. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?
my D.S.G.

62. LAST THING YOU ATE?
Ren's spaghetti

63. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?
before D.S.G....ren...

64. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE IN THE PREFERRED SEX?
eyes.

65. WHERE WERE YOU BORN?
Ottawa!

66. SCARIEST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO YOU?
...getting lost in T.O. with no money.

67. FAVORITE DRINK?
chocolate milk

68. FAVORITE JOKE?
when someone is singing along with a song, I ask "hey...who sings this song?" -reply- "Lets keep it that way!!"

69. FAVORITE SPORT?
rugby

70. YOUR HAIR COLOR?
brown

71. YOUR EYE COLOR?
grey/blue
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72. DO YOU WEAR GLASSES?
for fun

73. SIBLINGS?
a couple

74. FAVORITE MONTH?
may

75. YOU LIKE SUSHI?
If its fresh

76. LAST THING YOU WATCHED
Regis & Kelly

77. FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR
May 1st

78. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT?
depends...first dates yes...second or third...no.

79.SUMMER OR WINTER?
Summer

80. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE NIGHT STANDS?
relationships

81. WHO DO YOU SECRETLY LOVE?
...if I told you, it wouldn't be a secret...

82. FAVORITE SONG AT THE MOMENT?
Dark Eyes

83. LAKE OR OCEAN?
ocean

84. BIGGEST TURNOFF?
Clingy people.

85. LAST TIME YOU SAW YOUR BEST FRIEND:
about an hour ago

86. LAST KISS:
:( when I left oklahoma.

87. LAST TEXT YOU RECIEVED:
from the D.S.G.

88. DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH:
no

89. DO YOU WISH YOU COULD SEE ANYONE PARTICULAR RIGHT NOW:
YES!

90. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NAME:
Lily, Morgan and Koad

91. HIGH SCHOOL YOU ATTENTED/ ARE ATTENDING:
Rideau

92. WHERE ARE YOU NOW:
In My ROOM

93. ARE YOU SMILING:
Yessum'

94. WHAT ARE YOU WEARING:
Green bolario's, and a cream tank

95. ARE YOU IN LOVE:
Yes,

96. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE:
Serenity

97. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SONG
anything by xavier rudd

98.WHEN WAS YOUR LAST RELATIONSHIP:
before D.S.G, I was with Lawrence, for better or for worse, it was fun.

99. EVER GONE CRAZY?
Do you know who is filling this out by thunder?

100. PLAN ON HAVING FUN SOON
as soon as...OH I am done, YES! YES I DO!!

A Look Through part 3

2008-04-22T17:01:00.000-07:00

Well, here we are, part three. Introducing a couple close ups now, people.

This is my bookshelf, my billy case, I love it, its crammed full. Its about six n a bit feet tall, and wide, I loves it. All black, fits very nice with my black dresser and all the black frames in my room. Its luscious. Filled top to bottom with my stuff, everything on there has a tale to tell. The large box beside the small Djembe? An ex left that behind, Morgan my teddy bunny, in front of my entire collection of graphic novels, obscure novels and my collection of Dresden Files. The second shelf down is my books on Wicca, paganism, myths, occult, dreams and of course my several grimoires, and beneath that, my alter. Well, my symbolic alter, normally while I pray or craft I'm outside so this just keeps a place for the every day homages to my religion. Beneath it is my tool shelf with all the extra parts to my religious paraphernalia. The next two shelves carry various books, some classic novels, my shakespeare collection of individual plays, and text books.

Crammed into the space between my book shelf and my bed is my computer. I have no room for the giant monitor my father gave me, but I LOVE it. What can I say, I like things big.

this is a classic shot right here people, my trash bin, but I wanted to show you the collection of canvas frames I have on the go. Its retarded, plus there is a water colour there, as well as my easle, and what you can't see is my canvas board collection under my dresser safe and sound. THIS is all stuff that doesn't fit into my portfolio under my bed and in the accordian file beside the book shelf. What I'm saying, is I have a lot of art.

This is, my two callithea leprieuri butterflies, one is the outside and one is the inside of the wing, beautiful aren't they? if you want to learn more about these eco-friendly hand-made products check out www.bitsandbugs.com

I have more butterflies coming soon.

Things you may have missed, my hat sitting on the chair by the bookshelf is a G.I. trooper hat with a metal general star pinned to the front. I was gifted this by my dsg and we each own one of these pins. I love my hat.
The wand on my alter is hand made, out of apple, with embroidery thread, a quartz crystal set into its tip and feathers and charms gifted to me by close friends. The feathers are from england, the silver charm is from Beth. <3
The pentagram mirror is my pride and joy and is hung so when I am laying in bed, I can see it reflecting the moon or sun light from outside my window.
And yes, those are -real- cigar boxes that I assimilated into my collection of strange boxes (I have more in my closest you missed). I will use those this year at yule to send gifts in. Be aware people.

A Look Through part 2

2008-04-22T05:51:00.000-07:00

And here it is! My room!

This is the art studio portion of my room, my everyday hair products for my mohawk, my phone, my tiny collection of dvds, my paints, some of my stuffed animals (the black bear belonged to my ex, the yellow bear was a gift in high school and the purple moose is a weenie baby I bought as a joke). Beneath the shelves is Kaa's tank on top of my dresser and above the light switch is a picture of DSG, I believe that is the same pic he's using as his dA id currently. Key pieces of interest, my glass pipe is on the far end of the bottom shelf, the books piled up on top are all but two of my sketchbooks from the last five years, and yes, when I can find them I wear those sunglasses.

The sun went behind the clouds for this picture, but its off Kaa's tank, his second light is off because its day light and for about five hours it gets hotter then hell in my room when the sun is shining and his tank lights are on. His tank needs to be cleaned cause he's in a shed cycle. Again.

Panning over you see my closet, see!? the door is off the hinges because I had to move in a storage container that didn't fit with the door on. I left with out returning the door and the screws went missing, so yes, my closet is missing its door. Oh well. I love my ghetto room. you can't see much, cause my closet is tiny and filled with JUNK, but I have Kaa's twisty branch(taken out of his tank because the wire is poking out the end) and my luggage strap/belt. I bought it simply because it was RAINBOW. Bitches. If you look carefully you can find my bottle of absinthe. REAL absinthe. BWAHAHAH is it coming clear to you why I am so crazy yet?

See...there it is...I don't drink it often, so I store it in the only cool, dry place I know its safe.

Next update: my bookself/computer corner of doom and bed, second to none, the best bed in the world.

A Look Through

2008-04-21T07:24:00.000-07:00

Well, I figured it's time to let you all in on a little secret of mine, I have a small obsession with my room, I love my room, it is my art studio, my sanctuary, my temple, the place where I sleep, play with my pets, talk on the phone. It is the beating heart of my life, so much is going on and I wanted to capture it one spring day when it was clean(ish) and I had the camera. I plan on doing this in chunks and each picture will have a little story attached.

Have fun.

Yve!

So here I am, standing outside my room, XD great thing about my room is, I don't have a doorknob, the original knob was taken off when my brother temporarily took over the room, and when he moved out, he took both knobs with him? Why,I dunno, so as it stands, I have no knob...ah so true on so many levels.

The Door

A 'asian' good luck charm for you room, suppose to be hanging on my doorknob, but now you know why I'm using a tack. :P

First look

When you first open my door, this is what you see, my bookshelf with most of my worldly possessions, my new computer table with gynormous monitor and my bed.
A couple things that stand out right away, the teddy bunny on the top shelf was my gift from DSG when we went out shooting. The silver silk organza lamp shade which was more then twice is selling price originally. I picked it up for a steal. The photo (yes its crooked in the frame) is an original by Steven Bishop, I believe from 2004. Its one of two prints -is smug-.

What you can't see is my scanner and pile of art waiting to be scanned, it was about two inches thick, behind the chair is my alter. That'll be coming up in the a couple more posts.

Happy April 20th

2008-04-20T14:06:00.001-07:00

Well, its April again, its a beautiful, warm sunny day, we're at a high of 23C right now, and it's 4-20!!!

Well, not the time, I was a little busy at 4:20 but, today is the unofficial day of marijuana!!

So...light up, rejoice and enjoy this beautiful spring day.

(in honour of Mj. day, I did yard work. Lots and lots of yardwork.

I'm appriciating my marijuana today...mmhmm

For Ms. Rio

2008-04-20T08:04:00.001-07:00

see more crazy cat pics

if gonads came in strap on, I'd need to put on a pair.

2008-04-15T16:04:00.000-07:00

Srsly.

I need a pair right now.

I am facing, probably the hardest email I've ever had to write. And I'm not at all sure I want to know the response, but if I don't do it, its just gonna wear on me until I finally snap.

So? why don't I write it, why am I sitting here blogging about it? Cause I'm a chicken shit thats why.

I need either REALLY strong booze, or REALLY good smoke to make this happen.

and moral support. lots and lots of moral support.

BEEEEH.

So I had this friend. We're gonna call her...Nurse Tickler, yah.

Anyway Nurse Tickler and I had been friends for going on 9 years, we met in high school when I was 16 and we (aside from a few bumps in the road) were fast friends, seriously I can think of very few things I did without her in the last 9 years, we got drunk together, she was there when I got my labret pierced, I mean, she was even the force that got me into wicca waaay back when we were young mumps, I mean for fuck sake, half the reason I'm as good an artist is because of her CONSTANT badgering for me to draw more.

Anyway, over 2006 we started making other friends and we spent less and less time together, then over the x-mas season of 2007 she literally drops me like a bad habit, we don't talk, email, chat, call, hang out, nothing, I don't hear from her at all. I email her, nada response, it grew frustrating and at one point I said, well fine if you don't want to at least have the decency to tell me what the fuck is going on, fine, fuck and you too. I wrote her off.

Or at least I tried too, her birthday rolled around, and I realized, we'd spent every single one of our birthdays together in our friendship, and it sucked. So. I called her and left a message. nothing back. Come a few weeks later, a mutual friend (more close to Nurse then me) emails me up and asks if I know how to get a hold of her, I cave and I called her dad, and she answered. I was shocked. I let her know her friend was trying to get a hold of her and that was it. BONEHEAD I should have asked her then, but I was kinda amazed I didn't get the answering machine or her dad.

Since then, its been chewing on me, why? What did I do, or not do to piss her off so much that she turned her back on our friendship of nine years. I 'covertly' asked a couple people we both know and while this sounds insanely conspiracy theory, they all shrugged and turned a blind eye to my questions.

Well, its been little over a year and while I've maintained a fairly drama free year (HOLY SHIT IS IT POSSIBLE?) this fucking monkey on my back won't piss off. I want to know.

SO. Again, I ask a mutual friend to get a hold of her for me, and I get back through the grape vine of said friend of Nurse's and I's, a 'she has my email.' YAH I have her email but does she respond to me? No.

AND here I am, on the ragged edge facing the most difficult email I've ever had to write and I DON'T even know if I want to know WHY.

head, meet desk. - WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM -

in other news?

I really fucking want to go back to Oklahoma. I miss my dsg. poopies.

pimpin' II

2008-04-11T03:49:00.001-07:00

see more gig-ge-dee

Updates!

2008-04-06T07:14:00.000-07:00

Home from Oklahoma _sobs_

Leaving for Toronto today, will be netless for a week, sorry for the shitty updates.

http://yvilmonster.deviantart.com has been updated EN MASSE!! go check that shit out folks, thats months worth of finished work I have more but they're unfinished sketches and suxor hard.

peace out bitches!!

Two Days Left, First Blog from OKC/ SPOKE TO SOON

2008-03-27T21:48:00.000-07:00

Okay so I have been neglecting my blog again for the last couple of weeks in preparation for my trip to OKC and you know, ACTUALLY BEING IN OKLAHOMA!

Yes, people Minion is in the great big OKC as we...read? type? Share in the blogophiliness.

I've been here for two weeks, I can't believe my trip is coming to a close, I have so much to talk about and share, starting with my nightmare-ish 9 hours at Ottawa International Airport.

I arrived at 3:30 am like planned, a good two and a half hours before my flight was scheduled to take off, I got checked in, went through security without a hitch (most concerned about my peircings) and sat in the departures lounge, hyper and eager to get on with my voyage.
Time ticks on and I realize, ten minutes until my plane is scheduled to take off, we get an announcement saying our plane has been delayed.
Ten minutes later, our plane has been cancelled.
I get worried as I have to make a connecting flight in Chicago in two hours.
So. The Airline reroutes a new plane, re-shedules all the people on my flight and we get a plane around 3 pm. A solid 12 hours in the airport. I had to go through the bowels of the airport, reclaim my luggage, check in for the NEW flight, go through customs again, and FINALLY I get on a plane.
Its tiny and loud but we take off and I can see the snows of Ottawa vanish into the clouds. Next time I see land, its brown and there is no snow.
I landed in Chicago and get to my new gate in five minutes. All those horrible nightmare tales of transfering in Chicago, and my departures gate is THREE away from my arrivals gate.
I sit for twenty minutes in O'hare and then I board my flight to Oklahoma.
I'm starting to get nervous and excited and I sleep most of my two hour flight, I awake up and we're banking over the Mississippi. Then moments later, we're flying over the Canadian River (which flows through OKC and for ten miles is called the Oklahoman River) I recognized buildings, parks and the state fair grounds from google earth and then we land, in a rush, flying over oil pumps (look like big metal chickens). COOL!!

I land in OKC and with the help of a local make my way to luggage claim where I am, honest to the gods, attacked by a man in a trenchcoat screaming 'MINION!'. For a full second I froze and then I realized, yes, this IS how I was to be greeted by my DSG and I flung my arms around him in return and we held on to each other for a few minutes giggling and muttering 'My Minion!' and 'My DSG!' back and forth...and yes, DSG does giggle.

I get my first real taste of OKC when going to claim my luggage they show me an emergancy tornado shelter sign. YAH. IN THE AIRPORT.

We went outside and SHOCK, oklahoma is FUCKING cold. I MEAN IT!! Its damn chilly!!! but I still get to see the dogs waiting for me excited in the car, wagging thier butts and tongues ready for kisses. Yes, I left the terminal yelling for them, JETHRO!! LEOOOONA!!!!! LOL I love my dogs.

My Dogs.

Our dogs.

LOL

Sunday --> first full day of my stay in OKC is DSG's dad's birthday and we went out for breakfast and we fucked around all day, laughing and cuddling.

Monday --> we drove around town looking for oil dereks, and sight seeing, we went to the Paseo, which is the swanky arts district, very new bohemian, very Spanish in architecture. I picked up a box of REAL nag champa, made with REAL champa, not the knock-off blue stuff. :D I love it. The store I picked it up in was very spiritual yet non-denominational. DSG also made his famous Chicken Marsala. MMMMMM Receive my first souvenir, a pretty incense burner from DSG. It has a pentagram on it, he knows me so well.

Tuesday--> We went down town and walked around the Myriad Gardens and did some more cruising around, and I got to see EXACTLY how big the koi are....3-4 feet long. AND TURTLES!! also, flew gods know how far, to see Canadian Fucking Geese. UGH. I CAN"T ESCAPE THEM!!

Wednesday ---> I got sick. FUN. DSG insists he takes me to teh doctors and I bricked at how little it costs for a checkup and meds in the states. You don't want to know. YOU REALLY DON'T!!

Thursday --> DSG goes and does his drivers license test. He fails but he's still a good driver. Fucking technical bullshit. :P Went to the mall to do a little retail therapy, gorged ourselves on Jelly Bellies, home made pixie sticks, fresh hot pretzels and I picked up an AWESOME belt-buckle flask. My Second souvenir from OKC. BTW, allowing Yve to eat more sugar in three hours then she has all year is A BAD IDEA. MONUMENTAL SUGAR HIGH PEOPLE!! Successfully frightened DSG.

Friday --> OKC ZOO!! AWWWW!!!! I got a sunburn. Are you surprised? I'm not. I ALWAYS BURN!!!! Got to see the coolest sticker ever, a big fat warning sign on the hippo building warning against extreme weather. It had a picture of a tornado. HAH! The Zoo was awesome though I'd like to speak to the person in charge of the set up of the Oklahoman trails exhibit, placing the cougars next to the deer and turkies next to the wolves was not a well thought out plan, BUT it did seem to keep the animals active. LOL. And, the scissor tail birds who, despite my patience for following them from perch to perch managed to elude my camera. Go figure, DSG who sees them all the time, gets the one good shot. >:P He's lucky I love him.

Saterday--> Zoo recovery. Firefly-a-thon.

Sunday --> Cold Recovery. Mass Firefly-a-thon continues. YARR!! DSG is hooked on space pirates. HAH!!

Monday--> DSG has my cold and we drag him to the doctors. pay back is a bitch.

Tuesday --> The Crystal Bridge. OMFG!!! SO PRETTY!!!!! Plants and lizards and fishes and CAMERA's!!! it was celebrating its 25th anniversay and it was free, so obviously being cheap and wonderful, I drag DSG down with me and we have a blast doing the walk twice around the bridge and then once around the gardens outside, where I successfully harass some wild turtles, and I enjoy having partial use of my nose again as I discover a small grove of apple blossom trees, mixed with pear trees and red-buds. SO PRETTY!! DSG's best friend comes over and we get high together and have a good laugh. He's awesome GO TIM!!!

Wednesday --> Cold recovery and Bridge recovery, DSG and I stay home and sleep all day. It was good.

Thursday --> We go to the shooting range. I get to fire a Colt Mustang MK-IV .380 ACP
or in dummy talk a 380 pistol. WOOT! As DSG calles it a 'pocket pistol'. I fired off around 50 rounds and it was SO FUCKING COOL!! Normally I am a big anti-gun person, but know your enemy right? Well, I LOVE MY FUCKING ENEMY!! I refused to fire the .45 Colt 1911-A1, it's big, heavy and I wasn't comfortable holding it, but DSG understood and gave me wonderful instruction on my little friend, the .380, :D :D :D as I reward, he took me back to the mall and bought me my very own build-a-bear bunny, whom I've lovingly called Morgan Lily (long involved story between me and DSG) and I've decked her out in green ribbon as that is DSG's favourite colour and I want to remember my trip as sentimentally as I can. (he also bought me two hot pretzels. MMMMMM)

Tomorrow we're going to see the plasticized people, YAY!!! at the Omniplex aka KirkPatrick Center and then we're hitting up Bricktown in the evening to get pictures and on Saterday fingers crossed we're going to the art gallery to see the Dale Chihuly exhibit GAHH!! GEEEKTASTIC!! and then to his sisters (maybe) for dinner. Sunday I leave :( I NO WANNA!!! -sniffles-

I can't believe its been two weeks already. -sighs- Its not fair.

now I'm being pestered to draw a wanted poster for my local pirate. he has to wait until tomorrow as I am very tired and want to cuddle. HAH!! no AW!! I know you're reading over my shoulder you nuzzlemonkey. -kiss-

BYE YA'LL!!!

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YO BITCHES! STILL IN OKC!!
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So I was suppose to leave on Sunday, to go back home to Canada, but there was a combination of weather and mechanical problems, so my flight was delayed, and then cancelled.

I spent three hours crying for nothing because I got THREE more days with my DSG!

Upon returning to my ticket counter I was informed I could leave on tuesday and take a flight from OKC to St. Louis, and then to NYC overnight in NYC and then head to Toronto to fly to Ottawa.

FUCK NO!

I asked when my next flight OCK to Chicago to Ottawa was and they informed me late wednesday morning, early wednesday morning or wednesday afternoon.

I took wednesday afternoon and called DSG to come pick me up.

He was happy to see me stay :D okay I lied, he was THROUGH the roof to see me stay three days longer.

I'm happy too, but I'm starting to get home sick and I miss my dog.

Funny story?

The night I was suppose to leave, OKC got it with a tornado! I KNOW! TWO weeks in OKC and I barely got a good thunderstorm, and the night I was suppose to leave we get a tornado!! Do you know how pissed I would have been if I left and that happened?!? UGH!!!

Even funnier, we got woken up this morning at seven am by my mom wondering if we were okay, apparently canada gets news that oklahoma gets smacked by tornados. LOL It didn't even occur to me to call home and let her know I was okay when it happened. OOPS.

heheheh tornados!!!

So much to say, so very enthused not too.

2008-03-12T13:17:00.001-07:00

Well I finished a painting today, I started it way back in...geez August or September? I had plans to keep it all to myself, but I'm actually giving it as a gift.

:D

I have more pictures of it, but the sun went behind the clouds and ruined the light in my dining room. :S

It's titled 'That place in my mind, is the place you call 'mine'.'

Its from a song, gods know I can't remember the title, but I loved the pensive, deep look on the fellows face and it struck true to heartache when I chatted with the subject. I hope I did the original photograph justice.

TWO DAYS TILL I LEAVE FOR OKLAHOMA!!

-squeak-

Officially Spring

2008-03-11T03:02:00.000-07:00

Everyone is always going on about WHEN spring officially starts and for me its not when the grass is growing or flowers are budding or its above 0 for a week, its when I see the first groundhog.

ITS OFFICIALLY SPRING!!

I saw a gopher hole all dug out and not far away a second hole all dug out and sitting in the sun was a fuzzy (skinneh) gopher max'in and relaxin' yesterday on my way home from south keys.

YAY SPRING!

ART! Gypsy Dreams

2008-02-28T15:13:00.001-08:00

finished? Gimme a day or two...

Art Nouvea

2008-02-27T08:10:00.000-08:00

I hate symmetry, I hate mirror images left matching right perfectly...why? Becuase its a pain in the ass to draw.

case in point...

my newest picture...

I'm about half way done. I'm putting in script underneath her and the bg of her circle is going to be purely pencil crayon landscape...yes I plan on colouring this. :P

UGH

ART!!

2008-02-26T06:58:00.000-08:00

Finished my sketchbook yesterday morning, decided I was going to FINISH the sketchbook by finishing as much of the pictures as I could...

so I got to colouring with my pencils again. I love my pencils.

I miss my scanner. The pile of art that needs to be scanned is getting mountainous. :S

The colours are all off because the gamma on my webcam is deadly jaundise, but you can rest assured, that they are up to yvil's snuff of bright bold and beautiful.

Dread girl has been a challenge and a half for me, I could not for the life of me figure out what I wanted to do with her hair for at least three pictures and then her flowers came out shitious in the forth, so I had to revert to using 'artistic freedom' and flubbing it up HAAARD.

I LOVE my buddha, I mean I lovelovelove my buddha, I was inspired by one of my many faves on dA and I I have this awesome little jade buddha at home that I wanted to draw but his angles and shape didn't transfer to paper well so I adjusted him and I'm still stupid in love with him. YAY buddha!!!

I hope you guys like. I have SOO much more I want to scan and show you.

Ren's Buckley Reaction

2008-02-25T18:13:00.001-08:00

this shit is classic

Absolute lulz

Music Maker

2008-02-20T07:53:00.000-08:00

DJ Nishi

I've known this man for years, and I think since day two of our friendship, he's been influencing my music tastes all too much. Trust me, I'm not complaining! With out him throwing the best stuff around at me, its easy to clue in and pay attention to what he's saying. Be it that he's also one of the great loves of my life, I can help but pass his skillz around.

He has two sets up, but there is more in the works, and this is just a taste of this man's awesome edge.

I don't care who you are, or what you're into, this is good shit.

so. go listen. see the insanity that molded my kind of insanity and see if it starts to make sense.

YAY BISHCAKES!!!

this is real love.

WHY NOT ME??

2008-02-19T17:19:00.001-08:00

Neatorama Presents - Buckets of Pot

I love Neatorama, really, I do.

Why O.C. Transpo Sucks II

2008-02-19T10:33:00.000-08:00

Again, the 2 route, heading to Blair, this morning around 11:30 - 12ish, corner of Bank and Nepean (?) the Tim Hortons, there is a cop car parked in spot for the buses to pull over so the bus is forced to stay in the center lane.

A little old lady hobbles up and knocks on the door, the bus driver ignores her and sits through the red light. The lady knocks louder on the door and he yells THROUGH the door, 'I DON'T LET ANYONE ON ON THE FUCKING STREET!' then drives away as the light turns green.

I turn to the driver and say, 'you know there was a stop there and you could have let her on, since there was a cop in your way' he looks at me and goes 'do you want me to call security and have you banned from this route? I can you know, if you don't mind your own fucking business.'

I was so pissed off at him, I mean for fucks sake, its not like its a trying effort to open the doors and let the lady on. Its February, its cold, and wet out, let the fucking woman on the fucking bus.

One of these days I'm going to bring a camera on the bus and catch these assholes being rude, HAH! That'll be fun.

Gypsy dreams with wild garlic flowers

2008-02-18T12:20:00.000-08:00

Me and Damen had a conversation today, mostly revolving around my rekindling love affair with garlic. I made pasta today, extra garlic, I made a cream cheese dip for a snack, extra extra garlic. I am rank with garlic. Which made me slightly inspired because I was listening to Fleetwood Mac's Gypsy at the time and the idea for a picture came a gypsy girl with wild garlic flowers, saucy, savoury and so pretty!! Anyway...the entire time Damen and I were laughing about my garlic obsession...this is the conversation that follows when I was looking up images of garlic flowers

Yve Starr: garlic is pretty!

Damen: And so tastey

Yve Starr: lol

Yve Starr: minion is basted in garlic

Damen: I shall put you on a crust with maranira sauce and cheese and have minion pizza.

Yve Starr: thats vaguely erotic.

LAWLZ
you had to be there.

Wassabi Collective

2008-02-16T08:08:00.001-08:00

HAH!!

2008-02-16T06:49:00.000-08:00

Laughed my ass off at This post on Perez Hilton today, Emma Watson retorted against a few rumours and the way she said it was cute and sharp...And I'm not even all that much of a fan...

Home Made Moccacino's

2008-02-15T06:12:00.001-08:00

I'm addicted to the moccacino's at second cup. I love them, I swear their steamed milk has crack in them. I try to get one once a week when I'm working and just sit back and say 'hey, I deserve this five dollar drink mmmm'

Well, it turns out with a little creative inginuity, I can make them at home!!

1 tbsp cocoa-powder
1 tbsp sugar
1/4 cup milk

mix in large coffee mug.

brew half cup coffee (I have a personal 1 cup brewer so I brew a full cup so I can have two cups of moccacino)
warm / steam 3/4 cup milk

stir in coffee to cocoa mix, then stir in milk to coffee/cocoa mix.

Taste.

sweeten to your preference (I use unsweetened cocoa so it's always got that dark chocolate bite to it.)

Enjoy!!

Only 12th Place?!?

2008-02-15T05:37:00.001-08:00

but I snagged this off the Ottawa Citizen Website while looking at & for Ottawa's snow fall records.

At 273.9 centimetres, this winter is currently 12th on the snowfall chart.

that was from Tuesday's paper...and its Friday and its snowing again, and on reviewing The Weather Network, they haven't even bothered listing how much snow we're getting today, and that fact that it's stating 'Light Snow' makes me want to punch them in the face...it is not lightly snowing. Its full on snowing. If this was rain it would just fall short of torrential (trying to convert snow volume to rain volume with 6 hours of sleep....HAH!)

At least its not brutally cold anymore. That was a fun couple of days. If you didn't blink frequently you're eyes began to freeze. Don't even get me started on noses and cold-sensitive teeth...-groans- I'm going back to bed.

Its that day again folks,

2008-02-14T05:32:00.000-08:00

The day all couples are glad they are couple, and the day all singles laugh in the face of couples because they don't have to spend any false sense of endearment on another person.

Thats right folks, its Saint Valentines Day.

The man with the soft touch and..wait a second, who exactly was Saint Valentine and why do we hold a day in his honour?

Well there wasn't just one sanctified man called Valentine but several and the Valentine that we all pay homage too, well nothing is known about him except that he was buried on the fourteenth day of february. And the feast of Saint Valentine didn't start to be celebrated until Pope Gelasius I, 'who included Valentine among those "... whose names are justly reverenced among men, but whose acts are known only to God." As Gelasius implied, nothing was known, even then, about the lives of any of these martyrs.' --> as per wiki.

So why do we celebrate a day to a bunch of guys no-one really knows about? We can thank Chaucer for that. Oh that deliciously fiesty poet of old, lacing our hearts and minds with the foul lies of true love.

'For this was on seynt Volantynys day
Whan euery bryd comyth there to chese [choose] his make [mate]. ' from Parlenment of Foules (Geoffrey Chaucer)

It was written in honour of the first aniversary of Richard II and Anne of Bohemia in 1381, twenty years later, in France they used the courts of law to establish a High Court of Love on Valentines day, and it was established to deal with adultery, abuse against women and love contracts. Oh Yah, the french had that shit down. You know how the judges got the job?? Women judged them on poetry readings. Thats some pretty fantastic shit!

The legends of Valentines Day are really unbelievable, if you have a beating heart in your chest, and have ever been given chocolate or woo'd especially on this day, you should read up on it. If anything it'll remind you why humans are meant to be polyamorous...love is breif, love is fleeting but when it happens it sure is nice.

((on a personal note, as a pagan, valentines day means very little to me religiously but I don't think very many people see this day as a true holy day anymore and as a woman who likes to be pampered occasionally, its nice to be blessed with happy thoughts on a day dedicated to love, as misconstrued as it is. ))

Why O.C. Transpo Sucks

2008-02-10T13:46:00.000-08:00

I've been considering writing this blog for a few weeks now, I've been putting it off because one of the many things I said I would adjust about myself was my negative opinions on various subject but I find, day by day, bus trip by bus trip many reasons why public transportation in this city sucks.

I think it all came about when the Metro ( a free daily newspaper) put out an article that said that customer service complaints were on the rise, but oc transpo didn't know why because when ever they monitored drivers they always seemed to run on time and be pictures of civility. They don't know why customers complain about the service they recieve?

Well as a person who relies on the bus to get her anywhere in the city she can't bike in the summer, or anywhere at all in the winter, I can list MANY reasons why people complain.

Most commonly is the frequency of the buses, and how often they don't run on time. If a schedule says the bus is going to be there at 4:30 you can bet you frozen little tooshy it's already gone by, or you'll be waiting an extrat ten to fifteen minutes for it.

Today's reason why OC Transpo sucks-->

The infamous 2 Route.
It never runs on time. Even when it's running late, you can lay good odds that you'll be waiting a half hour at least for it, even though its a high-traffic route with scheduled stops every 10 to 15 minutes you KNOW not to bother running to the stop cause it WILL be late. When it does come, the first bus is JAM packed full of people, and the second bus that just breezes by is emptier then a zombie-crawled grave.

Whilst standing, waiting for the 2, it arrives, late and full of people, this time...no second empty bus and I'm freezing so I get on. I fight to the back of the bus through the ignorami standing at the doors and I get to a place where I can stand, when the bell rings and the people shuttling off the bus fight to the door. The bus goes on through, passing the requested stop with out even slowing down.

This incites irrate people who'd probably been waiting as long as I had for the bus to start yelling. The driver ignores them and carries on to the next stop, three blocks away, leaving little old ladies, mothers with kids to BACK-TRACK to their stop to carry on home. I shrug and figure new driver doesn't know the route. It happens.
Next stop. Same thing. MORE irrate people. I start to wonder. This happens every other stop, including ignoring the people WAITING at the stops for the bus, leaving them in the blustery cold day for another bus, which being the 2 route, WILL BE LATE.

Now, I'm pissed because this is just plain ignorance on the bus-drivers behave and I'm starting to wonder if it's gonna happen to me. SHOCK and AWE it didn't, but I couldn't believe the unbelievable actions of the driver. WHO DOES THAT.

It is your job to STOP the BUS at the BUSSTOP when the STOP IS REQUESTED. Not carry on through to the next stop. You get OVERPAID to stop at peoples requests. And Its not like they waited to the very last second to ring the bell, no they gave AMPLE time for the bus driver to pull aside to the curb and let them off. Like they are OVERPAID to do.

What slayed me, is not two days after it was reported a car driver was killed for driving on the roads because talking on cell phone, the 2 route in the opposite direction goes FLYING by, ignoring the people at the stop, and the bus driver is on his cell, looking for the life of him like he was having the time of his life. Guess what...his bus was nearly empty and there was no bus behind him in sight.

Yah. Way to fucking go OCT and not knowing why you have so many customer complaints. TRY OPENING YOUR EYES AND ACTUALLY WATCHING WHAT YOUR DRIVERS ARE DOING!!!

idiots.