irishdf: (Wolfies in Love)
It's January in Ottawa, which translates to really freaking COLD. Chill you to the bone cold. Wind cutting right through you cold. And I spent the day at work, at the Public Library, and it was like working in a meat locker. Because the front desk faces the front door, and every time the door would open, we'd get this blast of Arctic air right to the face, sucking the very idea of the definition of warmth from your memories. When we checked the thermostat, it was -16 degrees Celcius *inside* our workroom. Which converts to what? 3 degrees Farenheit. We almost had to go and put our winter coats on. But I digress.

The drop-boxes were literally covered in frost, and we huddled around little space heaters like extras in a movie set in the Depression. Most unpleasant. Now I understand, people gotta come in, and people gotta go. And I have no problem with that. My extreme irritation comes from those people, those perfectly able-bodied people, who insist on slamming their fists into the handicapped door opener, who stand there and wait while the door slowly swings open, before leaving. Now, this is particularly irritating on a day like today, because the door stays open for minutes at a time, each and every time it's opened.

But it's actually the sheer principle of the thing that drives me crazy. That people are so lazy, and apathetic, that rather than using their own strength to merely push the door open, they abuse the assistive technology to the point that it breaks down. Frequently. Not only at the library, but at a number of other places I've been to, as well. And when those mechanisms break down, then who's affected? The very people that *need* that accessibility. It's so outrageous that I've seen, on at least 3 or 4 different occasions, with completely different individuals in different places, people in wheelchairs being forced to try and accelerate forward hard enough to push the doors open themselves. With great difficulty. If they're lucky, there might be someone close by who could rush to assist. But that shouldn't even be necessary in the first place.

So I'm sitting there at the front desk, watching it happen over and over again, and I just want to say "Use your hands, and open that door yourself!!" And "Don't touch that button!! Don't even think about it, Mister!!!" We were discussing that what we really need is something like an e-collar, only it's something that  wouldn't have to be worn by the recipient of the gentle "warning". And it could be activated remotely. Just zap 'em once or twice to curb the urge and keep them moving. And it could be used in all sorts of situations.

Just last week, we had a guy with anger management issues, who was upset about something or other, and after shouting about teaching us to leave his "stuff" alone, he hauled off and threw a full styrofoam container of pasta and sauce at the front desk. Unbelievable. It didn't hit any of the staff, thank goodness, but it exploded and splattered *everywhere*. Took us over an hour to clean up. Windex is our friend. That e-collar would come in really handy in a situation like that. Take that, Pasta Bandit. Or was it Pasta Perp they decided on? *g*

I keep telling myself that 95% of the people we serve and help are all right. And some of them are downright awesome. But that 5%, man. Do they every linger like a black cloud of toxicity. That's why it's important to have happy places to go to, whether it's puppies, or paintings, or porn. Or all three. *g* Oh well. Someday the spring will come. And in the meantime, I have the internet to keep me warm. :) 
irishdf: (Wolfies in Love)
It seems as though everywhere you look these days on the Internet, on Twitter, etc., people seem to give in to the worst aspects of their natures. It amazes me to see how, in choosing to take the time to comment on a post, a vid, a story, what have you, they are choosing to let loose in anger, or ignorance, or intolerance. Not always, but often enough that I just want to look away. In my mind I hear Newman, from Seinfeld, shouting "Oh the humanity!!!" 

For my part, I don't believe in putting that sort of thing out into the universe. It's not to say that you can't have opinions, or that you can't disagree with, or dislike something. But even contrary opinions can be offered up with respect, and courtesy, and reasonable discourse. I may be Old School, but I try to make sure that whatever I put out there, into the void, will be words of thanks. And appreciation. And maybe a kind word, now and then. 

It may seem like a small thing, but so many times that one word of kindness, or that one smile, can make all the difference. And maybe remind someone that there are many, many quiet participants in the dance that is fandom and fascination. Quiet people who look to your stories, and graphics, and vids, to help them make it through a sleepless night. Who need a laugh, or a good cry session. Who take comfort in the things that you've put so much time and effort into making. But who simply don't have the words to say, or who maybe don't feel as though they have the right to intrude on what they feel is a private conversation between friends, or people who they feel are much cooler than they are. 

I know that I may not have the chance to meet most of the people that I interact with in the various communities I participate in. But even if I never hear anything in return, I know that if nothing else, they will know that they have touched somebody's life. Made them think, and made them feel. Painted pictures with their words that can take on lives of their own, as the story comes to a close. Made an impact on someone's heart. Which is what binds us all together. 
irishdf: Ray from Generation Kill (Quiet Ray)
This will be a big year. In a little over 5 months from now, I'll be setting out with my friend to visit Eastern Europe. Budapest, Vienna, Salzburg, Prague, Krakow, etc. It feels surreal to think that I will be able to open myself to new cities, and faces, and tastes, and sounds. And to feel the history of those places surrounding me. It's been a long time coming. I can't wait.
Jeebus...more than a year since my last post. Well, it's been a bit of a rough one, so I've been keeping my head low to the ground, and working on getting through, day by day. However, I've been feeling rather uplifted and optimistic lately, so rock on. Woot. Working on maintaining my zen, and letting go of some of the things that have been dragging me down for too long. Slowly changing me into someone, or something, that I don' t want to be. So I'm taking a step back. Re-shuffling the priorities. Thinking about my dreams and goals. And what makes me happy, and glad to be alive. Gotta get back to *that*. And reminding myself, that hey, guess what? Sometimes, life's just not that damn bad. Have some fun. So that's my home-work, this year. And y'all have been helping me with that, a great deal. So thanks for that. *g*

Have discovered the awesomeness of some great T.V. lately, which has rekindled the flames of inspiration and imagination. It's all good.

You should all be watching:

1) The Closer. Because Kyra Sedgwick rocks like nobody's business. She's smart and savvy, and goofy, and funny, and ballsy, and take-you-down-with-your-own-lame-ass-excuses tough. Her team is fascinating to watch, and in many ways, I feel as though I'm watching a play every time out of the gate. Bought the first three seasons on DVD, and watched them all through in a week or so. With time off for sleep and work, and well, life. But it is full of awesome.  Love it.

2) Burn Notice. Again, rocking the smart and funny, with a side order of hot-ass ass-kicking and wise-crackery. Jeffrey Donovan is *amazing* in this role. It's funny, I never really cared for  him before, but now, all of a sudden, I am bowled over by his dry, dry wit, and his put-upon airs. A spy, given the heave-ho by his former superiors, and dumped in Miami, now dealing with a gun-crazy ex-girlfriend, Fiona, Bruce Campbell as his sarcastic friend, and his crazy family, while he works to get by. Took a chance, bought the Season 1 DVDs, and now cannot wait for Season 2. Seriously awesome stuff. When you need a little something on the lighter side. Love it.

3) Life. OMG. Damian Lewis just takes my breath away in this role. A cop wrongfully-accused of multiple murders, sent away to prison for 12 years (!!!) and finally exonerated, back on the force. Paired up with a recovering alcoholic/drug-addict, Reese. This show is quirky, and yet relentless. It's got a driving style, a thumping heartbeat, and it constantly leaves me on the edge of my seat. It's smart, and funny, and gut-clenching, and when it's over, I immediately want more. Now, now, now. 2 extraordinary seasons so far. I hope for a third, really hope for a third. But if it doesn't happen, then the Season 2 finale works for me. LOVE IT. Yes. And the music is outstanding. I'm constantly going to look for the songs featured in the show, because they're new and I have to have them, so that I can listen to them again and again, and lose myself in them. Gah. So good.

4) Southland. OMG. Michael Cudlitz (from Band of Brothers - Bull Randleman - and a TON of other things, including Life - total Hey It's That Guy) rocks my world in this role. He just owns the screen. And his partner is Ben Mackenzie (Ryan from The O.C.). And he is magnificent in this role. Quiet and understated, but powerful. Like he's really coming into his own here, and actually has the material that he deserves. The whole cast just comes together as this dynamic force, just being unleashed onto the screen. But again, in such an intelligent way. And it goes from scenes that are quiet and understated, to BAM, life on the streets with a shocking event just exploding out of nowhere. I'm not kidding. We're only 3 episodes in, and I am totally and completely hooked. Highly recommended. 

And I have somehow, mysteriously, inexplicably, stumbled into an obsession with the finalists from last season's American Idol, David Archuleta and David Cook.  Which I don't even know how the hell *that* happened. I despise the show, and find myself actually *incapable* of watching it. Like most reality shows. All I can say is that my flist has a lot to answer for. And somehow, as an "outsider", completely ignorant of their "origins", I have become fascinated with them. I believe that they're both really funny, decent, interesting people, with very dry wit and actual talent. Their musical styles aren't even remotely similar to what I would normally listen to, and yet I'm happy that they're doing something that they love. And I truly believe that they're going to go far. And I'm sort of watching their evolution, and waiting for the moment, a few years from now, when they're playing a massive festival with tens of thousands of people watching, and I can watch them and think that I saw this happen. Step by step. It's insane, I know. And sometimes I think that my brain is rapidly dissolving, but you know what? They make me *HAPPY*. They truly do. So I'm just going to own it, and enjoy it. Yes. *nods decisively* 

And by the way? I love you all. I really do. You make my life immeasurably better, with the stories, and the snark. Not to mention the porn. As my BFF and I say: God bless the Internet. *mwah*




The long week-end has finally arrived. And not a moment too soon. The world is going crazy, that is for certain, but it's a wonderful thing to be able to ring the bell, and say I want to get off the ride for a while. In this case, Canadian Thanksgiving is coming up on the Monday. And I am the happy recipient of 5 days off, having somehow been clever enough to book an extra 2 days off, months in advance. I must have been having a psychic moment at the time. Go me. *g*

Things have been full of the wacky at work, lately. We've had 2 separate incidents, within the last 2 weeks, where the police had to come to the Public Library and drag someone away in hand-cuffs, because they were getting way too aggressive. One altercation broke out by the Internet Terminals, over who knows what. Time allowed exceeded, or infringement of personal space, or any number of things. And the other guy was one who had been banned a few times before, but in this case for 6 months, for previous aggressive behaviour. 3 big cops show up, try to handle the situation peacably, talk the guy into just leaving. And this is a big guy. 6 foot 3, at least, and broad, and angry. In any case, he started throwing his weight around to the cops, and a small wrestling match later, he's treated to a free ride in one of their cruisers. And life goes on, and we serve the next person in line. It's a strange world, on occasion, but I'm still grateful to be there.

He always gave me the willies when we'd be leaving at 9 P.M. Because a lot of these guys are homeless, or simply unemployed, and they stay in the library until the last possible minute. And most of 'em are okay, don't mean any harm, just want somewhere they can sit down and rest. But a few of 'em, like this guy, are clearly so full of rage, at society, or whatever, and they just glare right through you. And there's always that little question, in the back of your mind, is this the night he's going to snap? I've been lucky, so far, and that right there is something to be thankful for.

I was supposed to go and get some groceries today, stock up and all that, and I just couldn't bring myself to leave my apartment. All I could think was that there are all those people out there, the public, and it was so nice and quiet and peaceful here. I don't know. I think that I'm just going to hide here, in my cozy bunker, and relax.  But I'll be giving thanks for the return of my show. Supernatural. And my boys. *happy sigh* Which the Space Network is kindly showing, once again, at 7 P.M. Life is good.

Name Game

Oct. 5th, 2006 02:07 am
Look at me...playing with the other kids. *g* Gold star for me, being all social and stuff.  :)

I got this from <lj user = "diamondback158">, and came up with some very apt answers.

[profile] 1. YOUR SPY NAME: (middle name and current street name)
Anna Robinson.   That has a nice ring to it, actually. Plucky yet dignified. *g*

2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (grandfather/grandmother on your dad's side, your favorite candy)
Theresa Reese.   Reese Peanut Butter Cups...nummy

3. YOUR RAP NAME (first initial of first name, first three or four letters of your last name)
D Fly.  

4. YOUR GAMER TAG: (a favorite color, a favorite animal)
Purple Kitty.

5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)
Anna Belleville.   That *totally* works. Ha.

6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (first 3 letters of your last name, last 3 letters of mother's maiden name, first 3 letters of your pet's name)
Fly-Phy Nat.  (Pronounced Fly (like a bird) -- Fie (like pie) -- Nat... I think the Force is with me on this *g*)

7. JEDI NAME: (middle name spelled backwards, your mom's maiden name spelled backwards)
Anna (that is backwards) Yhprum (pronounced Eep-rum).

8. PORN STAR NAME: (first pet's name, the street you grew up on)
Natalie Winding.  (Winding Way was a very "bendy" street, to paraphrase Phoebe Buffet, so I suppose that fits.)

9. SUPERHERO NAME: ("The", your favorite color, the automobile your dad drives)
The Blue Nissan.

10. YOUR ACTION HERO NAME: (first name of the main character in the last film you watched, last food you ate)
Will Burger.   That  actually works too, has a very Mack Bolan feel to it. Heh. *g*


I think that I made out alright here. Not too shabby at all.

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