the weird chick


August 25th, 2015

So for the past week and a bit, maybe two weeks I don’t even know anymore, I have been moving out of my house. It has been a pain in the butt, and I am still not done. This is the first time I have ever packed up an entire house, so I am in quite over my head. Anyway, I wanted to tell my large swathes of readers that the reason I have been not-so-unusually silent these past few days is because of the aforementioned moving. Yay! More details to come, I suppose. Maybe. If I decide to, I don’t know… Anyway, yeah, now you know! Bye for now, unless I die of exhaustion from all this prepping-the-house-to-sell nonsense, in which case it will be bye forever.

Weird Chick 64

August 12th, 2015

Weird Chick 64

I don’t have much to say about this except that it is my second attempt at a WordPress theme. Starting to get the hang of it a bit more! Going to keep making more until I really get it. Anyway, it’s supposed to look like an N64 controller and console, with an SNES X, Y, A, B button-inspired background. No link to a demo right now, since you’re kind of viewing one already.

This took me hoooours to design and transfer everything over, so you all better appreciate it. >:0 The Weird Chick now joins the million billion other websites using WordPress, because comments. Honestly, that is the big reason. Even though I don’t have many readers. 😉


Canadian Knitter

August 10th, 2015

Canadian Knitter

So a few months ago, my mom calls me (which is not a common thing for us; we both absolutely hate talking on the phone), and says she has this great idea. Now, if you don’t know my mom, which you likely don’t (unless you are her, in which case, I hope you do), my mom is full of great ideas. As in, she always has a new one that I just have to hear about. I love my mom; she’s totally a twelve-year-old in the body of an adult. Anyway, some backstory: about ten years ago now, she was injured at work. My mom is a cop, and she was chasing a guy with the K9 unit (she was thinking of transferring), when something went wrong and she injured her leg. Like that time I broke my tailbone in rugby practice and then pretended nothing happened and kept going (bad idea, by the way), my mom got up and kept chasing the guy. Turned out, the next day, that she had really screwed up her knee, and thus began the past ten years of WSIB, lawyers, bad bosses, psychiatric medication, surgeries, and rehab.

It should come as no surprise, then, that my mother has more than a little bit of time to daydream and come up with new ideas to kill the insufferable boredom of being home on medical leave. Until I had my car crash this February, I thought it would be pretty nice to be home on medical leave: you still get paid, and you get to stay home. How could that be anything but awesome? Turns out you end up feeling like a mooch scamming the system and sitting on your lazy butt at home while everyone else gets up like a real adult and goes to work. So she tried to come up with things to do to feel useful again. She went through a million and one short-lived phases (see above “perma-twelve-year-old” comment), including a cooking phase that left me with a few nice new supplies for my kitchen when she inevitably grew bored…

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Mila and Joel

August 5th, 2015

Teal-tinted green carpet lined by thin metal bars met with pale pink wallpaper, textured almost like corduroy, though not at all soft, almost like dried dripping paint. Watercolour strokes in softly saturated hues spackled the popcorn walls in geometric patterns, sitting in sharp contrast with the fluorescent tubes above. The suspended ceiling tiles were a subtle, pale aged yellow, stippled with grey. Beneath the buzzing of the industrial lights came the lower hum of laboured breaths, of whispers to ghosts, and of grumbled frustrations. The air contained an ever-present smell that could, with effort and prolonged exposure, be tolerated, but never accepted.

White-washed wicker furniture sparsely adorned the small room: two chairs and a table, a dresser, a twin-size bed, a bed-side table with a small lamp, and a bench for two, perhaps three if they’re small or very friendly. Cushions in a soft cantaloupe orange adorned with yellow triangles and green lines provided little comfort on the chairs and the bench, though they did match the curtains. A small, old tube TV sat on a white shelf, suspended somewhat haphazardly from the ceiling. With the cheap check-out aisle universal remote, the TV could switch from basic cable channel to basic cable channel at will.