make a wish

Friday night was a practice run for the Christmas shopping Erik and I plan to do this weekend. Scary. I’m a total Walmart whore. It has some sort of weird hold over me. It’s like a big black hole that sucks me up and spits me out hours later with a shopping cart full of bargains. I have a habit of wandering away from anyone I’ve entered the store with, and leaving them wishing they’d brought a leash. (Or at least borrowed one from the pet department.) But if they’re smart, they’ll just hang out by the DVD section and I’ll turn up sooner or later…

I was up early on Saturday to go to the Signatures craft show with my mom. It was good. There was a lot of photography this year – very nice stuff, but outta my price range. We go every year, so we usually know what to expect. Mom thinks someone should make a documentary about the crabby old lady who makes these seasame street/south park puppets out of yarn and then yells at kids who try to play with them. Seriously, she has signs all over her stand that say “hands off” and “no touching”. A few years ago I made the mistake of merely pointing towards a woolly cookie monster and she nearly made me cry! And then we heaved ass to the wool store on Queen Street. I think it’s actually called “The Wool Shop”, but because of the gi-normous selection of wool, it’s the only one that seems to count. I bought some super-soft baby alpaca wool in orange and turquoise, most likely to me made into a scarf. Or maybe two. I also found a necklace at The Beadery that I bought for myself for Christmas. I have a hard time slapping money down for pretty things, but never hesitate if it’s a DVD. We had a big breakfast for lunch, and then browsed in Indigo for books I might buy at Amazon.ca.

On Sunday Chris and I went to see The Incredibles. It was cute. That’s it. With each new Pixar release, I consistently enjoy them less and less. When I think about it, I really only love Toy Story; enjoyed A Bug’s Life, Toy Story 2, and Monsters Inc. enough to watch them a couple of times; and as for Finding Nemo and The Incredibles, I probably won’t watch them again. I think I give up on Pixar.

And an update on my posting on the Oasis forum defending Robbie Williams:

I was surprised to see my topic back at the top of the list. A bunch of people have said that it’s “ok” if people (like me) actually like him, even though they definitely do not. Geez, admitting you like (even a little) Robbie, is like admitting you enjoy water sports or squashing bugs! As well, a few more pet names have been added to the evergrowing list: fat dancing c.u.n.t, gay turd, nobhead, robbie twatface, useless prat, #### jockey…

I realise I’m sorta fixated on this, but I can’t believe the hatred these people can have for someone they’ve never met!

“i properly hate robbie williams. i would like to hit him round the head, several times, with a very heavy object.”

“someone should give him a pasting, wipe that smug, perveted paedophile kind of expression of his face. I HATE HIM.”

And y'all though I was full of rage...