xmas cracker wish

Lately:

-I have been busy packing my things here in Montreal as I am moving to Toronto this coming January to live with David.
-Also I am spending Christmas with his family in Ottawa,
-so I will be away from the Pblog until the new year!


For the time being, I want you to think on this e-mail I got from my cousin Kim in Edmonton:

Enjoy!



Here is something interesting to read if you have the
time....


The paradox of our time in history is that we have
taller buildings but
shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower
viewpoints. We spend
more, but
have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger
houses and
smaller
families, more conveniences, but less time. We have
more degrees but
less
sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more
experts, yet
more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too
recklessly, laugh too
little,
drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get
up too tired, read
too
little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We
have multiplied our
possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much,
love too seldom,
and
hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life.
We've added years
to life
not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon
and back, but 
have
trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We
conquered outer
space
but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not
better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've
conquered the
atom, but
not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We
plan more, but
accomplish
less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build
more computers
to hold
more information, to produce more copies than ever,
but  we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion,
big men and small
character, steep profits and shallow relationships.
These are the days
of  two
incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken
homes. These are
days of
quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality,
one night stands,
overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from
cheer, to quiet,
to kill.
It is time when there is much in the showroom window
and nothing in the
stockroom. A time when technology can bring this
letterto you, and a
time when
you can choose either to share this insight, or to
just hit delete.

Remember, spend some time with your loved ones,
because they are not
going to
be around forever.

Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to
you in awe,
because that
little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you,
because that is
the only
treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't
cost a cent.

Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and
your loved ones, but
most
of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt
when it comes from
deep
inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for
someday that person
will not
be there again.

Give time to love, give time to speak, and give time
to share the
precious
thoughts in your mind.


AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:
 
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we
take, but by the moments that take our breath away!




--------->Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!<--------------

SEMPAI PATTI

KYOKUSHIN BROWN BELT : MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!


Well, It was quite hard, but I made it through!
I am proud that I have made it this far in Martial Arts and have become as strong
as I am.

I truly love Kyokushinkaikan and seeking the true spirit of the ultimate truth.

It has been a long tough road.
Sometimes quite a lonely one at that. But I passed last nights test for myself, and I suppose that I can say that yes, I deserved it with every drop of my sweat hitting that wooden floor, and down to every one of my loud kiai yelling breaths.

Its been four years.
I have seen zero support to 100% support, beyond this, I have stayed true to myself, and kept on training despite dojo politics, good/bad relationships, broken hearts, my career and all of its overtime, and my family being across the distance in Alberta.

When I started Kyokushin, I remember that I couldn’t even do a single REAL pushup!
So last night before all of my Kata's, Tamashawari/wood breaking and before all of my TEN fights,
for me the real victory was at the beginning when I had to do a small set of 20 pushups!
This brought me one of my biggest inner smiles.

And yes that evil wood seemed to rule over me last night, but I tried my best to defeat it.
You have to see Kill Bill 2 now to see Uma punch through the wooden coffin after she us buried underground! that’s what I was thinking.

The wood is afraid of you.


I was happy to have my Mom there for me, she flew SO far to see me from Edmonton!
I just wanted to make her proud. I think she was.

David drove fighting the courts, bosses, traffic, and the wild heavy rain all the way from Toronto to watch my passage. He said that he has never seen me look so serious in anything I do before last night.
I am so glad that he got to see me perform and fight to the very last 10th!
Karate is one of my biggest passions and Brown Belt is very very serious.
AND besides, It meant the world to have him watching me!

I was kind of worried as they both had never seen me fight before.
So I had to try my best to also impress them!!!
Despite impressing Shihan Andre Gilbert.

John also made a guest appearance, from my old training down at the Lasalle Coyle Dojo.
Honbu was amazed at the power I have to bring people in from other dojo's. So it was kind of wild for them to see him show up for me. It was good for him to be there too as he has seen the progression over the years and couldn't let me pass without his careful supervision. He was always my coach for tournaments, and I miss that creative Lasalle 'winning' technique they all gave me.
And unfortunately? he know's all of my weaknesses from years ago so it was helpful to have the extra support for the 10 rounds.

My friend Malay also came to watch, she too is also in another form of Karate. She ran over to my dojo after she finished her own karate class! I was SO happy to have her there for me.


I also had Endre Burian there, he is my Sifu in Kung Fu. This past Fall I recieved my first Yellow Sash with him.
It is a very difficult martial art, and he helped me see that there are a lot of other martial arts and not only Kyokushin.
A lot of Karateka's become obsessed with their own style and disrespect other styles, I think that this shows some weakness. It is amazing to learn new techniques and also to learn the historical side of these forms.
There are just so many.

It takes many many years to become a master. But after last night, I am one step closer to Shodan.



David and I took my mom to the airport early this morning, it was sad to let her go,
but I hope she had a great time with me!
I will miss her SO much. I was just so happy for her to come and see how I live, and what my life really is like over here across the country.
I think she knows what I am all about now; and this makes me happiest of all.

BROWN BELT

WHAT: BROWN BELT PASSAGE

WHEN: NOVEMBER 24TH, 2004

WHERE: HONBU, MONTREAL (YES HONBU)

TIME: 8PM

AFTERMATH: WEINSTEIN & GAVINO'S (TO BE CONFIRMED...)

DRINK OF CHOICE: SAKI...AND LOTS OF IT!






OSU!

FAST FASHION -H&M

OK.

I KNOW I HAVE BEEN NEGLECTING YOU.

(FROM MY BLOG)

I THINK THAT I SHOULD ADD MORE OF MY FASHION VIEWPOINTS, STYLE EXPERTISE...ETC.
BEING THAT I AM A "FASHION DIVA" -OR SO I HAVE BEEN TOLD.


AND ABOUT NOT LETTING YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO READ,
DUDE, I HAVE BEEN BUSY TRAINING FOR MY BROWN BELT WHICH IS THIS WEDNESDAY NOVEMBER 24TH!


YES:

BROWN BELT.



SO TO MAKE YOU HAPPY HERE IS A FASHION STORY OF INTEREST TO ME VIA THE WEB:



H&M  clothes are the M&M's of the fashion world-fun, colourful, cheap and oh so delish. Just how do they do it?
By Lianne George

Shopping and Hennes & Mauritz is quite literally a transformative experience. You could be the most composed person in the world, but spend five minutes inside the H&M  retail environment and, I promise you, you'll become a covetous, neurotic mess.

The H&M  experience is universal, whether you're in Manhattan, Berlin, Helsinki or one of the newly minted Toronto locations. From the moment you set foot in a store - designed a bit like Gap meets A&P - your heart will start beating a little bit faster. There's so much to look at - fine knits, gauzy blouses, tweed jackets, flirty college skirts - in an abundance of contrasting colours and patterns. It's all so cute-and obscenely cheap! As you grab for things, you pick up the momentum. You do the math in your head Good Lord! Ten items and you still haven't cracked triple digits!

Reason begins to fail you. You grab things in colours and styles you don't even like. Why? Because you can afford to. Plus, if you don't grab it, someone else will. (At least it'll be safe in your hands until you make up your mind.) Posters of Heidi Klum and Carmen Kass looking adorable in H&M  basics egg you on. But the real panic sets in when you notice the serpentine line forming around the change rooms, inside, everyone is jockeying for mirror space.

The name of this pathology? Fast fashion. (Think fast. Buy fast. Replace fast.) And while lots of retailers are doing it, H&M  is the apotheosis of fast fashion. They offer the latest styles that no Fairweather, Suzy Shier or Smart Set can complete with, prices that blow Gap and Zara out of the water and quality that will put Le Château and Stiches to shame.

H&M is the master trend spotter. The company's buyers and designers travel around the world-often in pairs-scouting for new ideas in bars, clubs, cafés, even on the streets. They'll head to Tokyo and London for the sharper teen collection. They'll visit Milan and Paris for the more classic styles. They get a feel for what's in the air, then give it a twist. This fall, it's all about contrast-retro combined with futuristic, tailoring with sheers, masculine with feminine, romantic with rock-but with an eccentric British twist. Expect dusky shades teamed with brights, floral and paisley print with tweed and pinstripes and sheer chiffon with chunky knits. And once H&M  has spotted a trend, they can have it in their stores in as little as four weeks. They're that efficient.

Presided over by H&M 's head of design, Margareta van den Bosch-the company's creative hub - The White Room - is an open, airy space in H&M 's headquarters in Stockholm. Brightly patterned shirts, ties and second-hand items line the walls for inspiration. All of these company's products, including their textiles, are designed here by the 100 or so international designers. The company doesn't own factories, but works with more than 100 buyers and 750 suppliers throughout Europe and Asia to manufacture their collections for women, men, children and teens.
The evolution of the company, founded in Stockholm in 1947, has dovetailed nicely with the emergence of the global village. People all over the world are watching the same movies, the same TV shows and the same celebrities in the same magazines.

"Luckily for us, fashion trends now fly around the world faster and faster," says Carl-Henric Enhörning, H&M 's head of investor relations. "In a way, you could say we regard the H&M  market as one market. It's divided into a lot of different countries, languages and currencies, but it's still one market with the same products."

"Yet we don't place the same products in all the stores," says Christian Bagnoud, H&M 's director of marketing for Canada. "It makes sense to match our merchandise with the customer - one person may want sharp, trendy clothes, another will want classic basics. In Geneva, there are three H&M  stores on one street, each targeting a different set of customers. We've noticed that we sell more or less the same items in big cities like Manhattan and Toronto, but it's another story in the suburbs. The suburbs are more casual. If we're trying out something new and cutting edge-like tight tube jeans-we'll chose a hip, urban store for the launch and see how things take off there before ordering more and rolling out to other stores."

There are rumours that Montréal may be next in line for H&M  treatment. But why open six stores in Toronto and none elsewhere in Canada? It's the H&M  way to cluster a number of stores in one city, then move on to the next. It keeps marketing, training and logistics costs low for the company, and these savings are then passed on to the customer.

"It's our business to offer fashion and quality at the best possible price," says van den Bosch. "And our fashion basics are very popular. But we also create limited editions, things that are a little bit more special. We like to have a few surprises." H&M  is looking to bring some famous names on-board to create one-off pieces, like Karl Lagerfeld who will have a limited fall line in  H&M  stores mid-November.
 
Could be the start of a beautiful friendship.


ANOTHER REASON WHY TORONTO IS BETTER THAN MONTREAL. IT IS THE FIRST FOR EVERYTHING CUTTING EDGE.

a dream...

Last night I dreamed that the people of the United States had been hypnotized.
I woke up this morning to discover that only 51% of them had been.

At this moment I feel that I must extend my sympathies to those in the US who are going to be forced to endure the next four years and the impact that they will have on the decades that follow.

That said, tomorrow is another day with which to fight back. And fight we must.

-MATTHEW GOOD

Promoting something of a dream

My head spins, dizzy as the sky.

This week I got a promotion at work.
I voiced my opinion and explained that I was blatantly bored intellectually with
being a Techinical Designer.
And there were also hidden health reasons...
My eyes were about to burn-out, and my back is currently being repaired by the good folks down at Kinatex Physiotherapy due to poor office ergonomics.
FYI: It was disgusting, they told me that within one day your fingers type 17km.
Believe it.
It is nice to have benefits paid for via this job. They milk me so I turn around and Milk them.
Also hence the removal of my Wisdom teeth last month. (i am doing fine by the way)


Anyway, I have been quite busy training for my BROWN BELT passage which is next month.
I hope that I can pass the pre-testing othewise I will have to wait another 6mths.

So currently I am struggling to keep up at work with becoming a Production Manager of Starter Canada.
It sounds good on paper/Blog. Which will be to my advantage when the big T-dot welcomes me with open arms this Winter. I plan to go ahead and move there this February and yes=with my lawyer! However my mom still doesnt believe that it will all 'work-out' at this point.
"what if it doesnt work out?" she questioned me the other night.
I suppose my track record of seeing complete engineer morons has tarnished all that is now finally AMAZING in my life. And truly this makes me upset to hear and also sad to explain. BUT she means well and I respect her for looking out for me, sometimes its hard for people to think and or see straight when in love. Your eyes are giant red hearts and really, who can see through giant red hearts?
(oh yah, ME)



Another interesting story that I came across today via Matt Good's blog at:
www.matthegood.org

involves the US’s refusal to sign the UN’s Plan For Women.
How do you like that? Brilliant, I know. Can you imagine, its 2004.
I am always saddened by this country, let me get this straight for the record:
I do not hate Americans, I just hate their gov't.



“United Nations - The United States has refused to join 85 heads of state and government in signing a statement that endorsed a 10-year-old U.N. plan to ensure every woman's right to education, healthcare and choice about having children. The Bush administration said it withheld its signature because the statement included a reference to "sexual rights."

Kelly Ryan, deputy assistant secretary of State, wrote to backers of the plan that the United States was committed "to the empowerment of women and the need to promote women's fullest enjoyment of universal human rights."

"The United States is unable, however, to endorse the world leaders' statement," Ryan said, because it "includes the concept of 'sexual rights,' a term that has no agreed definition in the international community." Ryan did not elaborate. At previous U.N. meetings, U.S. representatives have spoken out against abortion, gay rights and what they see as the promotion of promiscuity by distributing condoms to prevent AIDS.

The statement was signed by leaders of 85 nations, including those in the European Union, China, Japan, Indonesia, Pakistan and more than a dozen African countries, as well as 22 former world leaders.”


I also needn’t comment on this. The ignorance involved does a perfectly acceptable job of presenting itself.

QUAKER STATE

JUST A QUICK BLOG TO SAY HOW SENSATIONAL THE LAST FEW WEEKS HAVE BEEN FOR
MY LAWYER:

http://www.stthomastimesjournal.com/story.php?id=122885

IF YOU HAVE COMMENTS YOU CAN E-MAIL ME AT: PATTICHILES@YAHOO.CA

6 figure salute!

FYI:

Just to prove that you can have a tiny piece of somehow not-so-respected?
bit of FASHION paper on the wall and still
make the big bucks...
That is if you have the savy required, and the RIGHT experience and the RIGHT opportunity...!



Fashion's future is a 6-figure job

Fashion trend forecasting is a very small but lucrative field, with free trips to Paris.

September 29, 2004: 12:16 PM EDT
By Jeanne Sahadi, CNN/Money senior writer


NEW YORK (CNN/Money) – "That's soooo last year" may be the cry of aesthetically offended fashionistas.

But "that's soooo tomorrow" is the rallying cry of trend forecasters, those fashion clairvoyants on whom designers, retailers, fiber companies, fabric manufacturers and financial institutions rely.

Their job is to take the pulse of the public's psychology and spot upcoming trends and products that will be hot next spring, next fall or even a few seasons beyond.
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Take bamboo. Come spring 2006, you may be wearing it. (Don't worry. It's purportedly soft as silk when woven.)

That's what David Wolfe, creative director of the Donegar Group, is forecasting. In fact, he expects to see a lot of apparel made from newly manufactured natural fibers in what he characterizes as a fear-based quest to get back to nature and downsize our lives.

"We're so inundated with technological innovations we'll have an emotional reaction to that, a backlash," Wolfe said.

How does he know? A big part of his job is instinct, he said, coupled with 30 years of experience.

But he feeds his instincts by saturating himself 24/7 with cues from the world at large. That means lots of travel (yes, to Paris, London and Milan), shopping and media consumption. Or, as he put it, what most people do for fun.
THE SIX-FIGURE SERIES
• Casino manager, chief security officer and medical writer
• Politics: Pollster, media strategist and opposition researcher
• Charter yacht captains, pharmacists and private club managers
• Umpires, head groundskeepers and mascots
• Fit models, broadcast captioners and court reporters
• Video game artists, perfumers and perfusionists
• Makeup artists, hotel managers and more

A short attention span and a fascination with change helps, too. "I'm very easily bored," Wolfe said.

Kathryn Novakovic, the director of fashion marketing for Cotton Inc., a not-for-profit trade group, also pays attention to the music world, since stars – think P. Diddy and his clothing line, Sean John -- can establish brands very quickly.

Reporting, writing, public speaking and sales skills are essential, since presenting analysis to clients is part of the job.

Trend analysts can work for forecasting firms, of which there are only about a dozen worldwide, Wolfe said.

Or they can work directly for fashion retailers, design houses and clothing and shoe manufacturers, which often have their own in-house trend teams.

The likelihood of making six figures is greatest for the stars of the forecasting firms. But if you're not one of those stars, don't expect a lavish salary.

"You don't have to pay a lot until someone becomes an outstanding talent," Wolfe said.

Trend analysts are not likely to make six figures at not-for-profits that do trend analysis. But they have a good chance at making between $100,000 and $200,000 working for a major fashion retailer or clothing manufacturer, after acquiring seven to 10 years experience, Novakovic said.


A college degree in fashion (such as a bachelor's in fashion design or fabric styling) is a plus. And an internship with a forecasting team is one of the best ways to break into the field, Wolfe and Novakovic said.

The field is very small – and very competitive. All told, there probably aren't more than 750 to 1,000 positions in the country, Novakovic said.
Got a head for business?

Another type of trend analysis closely tied to fashion is business trend forecasting. The business forecaster isn't predicting the next hot color but the next hot apparel group or, conversely, the areas of apparel where sales are likely to decline.

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That's part of Marshal Cohen's job for the NPD Group, a market research firm.

Take jeans. To get a read on where he thinks jean sales will go, he takes into account everything – not just what's coming down the runway or what mall shoppers tell him, but a host of factors from the price of oil to the price of movie tickets.

"Consumers have to make decisions based on their income," Cohen said. So given the choice between, say, apparel (jeans) and entertainment (movies), he makes the call as to which will take priority in a given season. If it's movies and ticket prices are going up, that leaves less money to buy jeans.

As with fashion trend forecasting, business trends analysis requires not only analytical skill but a lot of gut instinct and market experience. "It's one of those jobs you either have it or you don't," Cohen said.

It also requires a lot of travel. Cohen estimates that at least 25 percent of his time is spent on the road.

A college degree is a must, and an MBA is big plus.

It might take up to 15 years to earn a six-figure salary if you're working at a market research firm, Cohen said. But if you're a top retail trends analyst for a major financial firm, you may be earning as much as $300,000 annually after six or seven years.  

t-shirt hell

well for me here at home in Montreal, CANADA not much is shakin.
All I can hope for is the end of the week when I get to go home to see my family in Edmonton. Other than that, my lawyer is still stuck in St.Thomas, ON.
But we will meet (finally at last!) on the same connecting flight in Toronto.
I cant wait to see everyone, and I also cant wait for him to meet the gang after 7 long years. Hmm, it will be wonderful.


WEll, todays laugh is pure and simple: USA all the way baby!
SO Run down to get your Websters new '9/11 friendly' edition:

http://cnn.netscape.cnn.com/ns/news/usmain.jsp?feature=dictionary1004


And certainly nothin like a good shirt (or 2, or 3...)
to get a big point across in a big way...

http://www.tshirthell.com/miscpages/politicalshirts.htm


Be safe.

Wisdom? never more.

So they removed all (?) of my wisdom from my skull yesterday.

In fact, it was a bloody mess.
A total of 8 needles to achieve this, or more? (as I lost count)

Yet Dr. Comtois did a fab job. So I thanked him for a job-well-done, and also
for freakishly playing Patricia-The-Stripper for my painful enjoyment. And also to teach
the assistant how to pronounce my name properly. They are SO french.

And really I just about passed out after I was sewn up.
Trust me, it was a large gap taking all of that wisdom out my friend.

And me becoming ill? this doesnt occur with Dentists for me: just Doctors.
I know I know, I was suprised myself.

So I took the day off yesterday, and spent it watching Uma fight and sleeping.

Also, lastly, I got a call from David right after the carving between his Quaker Trial recess.
He truly is the most caring person I know.

So wisdom, never more. Never more...

Chuck this!

As David and I prepare for Thanksgiving in Edmonton,
one of our major requests is to live it up at Chuck E. Cheese's.
Because, hey why the hell not. And besides David has never been there. Ok and Jalen & Kennedy love it too!
Anyway, I used to work there when I was 15. It was the best job I ever had...trust me.
Free candy, tokens, toys, discounted pizza and every so often, a TALL Chuck or Helen Henny
would appear...that was just crazy stupid fun!

So today my friend Sid that writes for the Montreal Gazette sent me a story he has going around his office. And really I had to post this story below as it deals with both THE LAW (for Davids sake) and also for the laughter of myself once dressing as the giant rat...IMAGINE!

+ + + + +

Angry mother batters giant rat

Chuck E. Cheese's is pizza and paradise for
children, but not so for giant
rats that cross angry mothers.

"The rodent got ransacked," Macon, Ga., police
officer Roy Chesnutt said of
the alleged beating the restaurant chain's mascot - a gray rodent with large
front teeth - received at the hands of 31-year-old Keisha Guiche.

The incident
occurred June 27 when the Macon woman visited the local Chuck
E. Cheese's restaurant to celebrate her child's birthday. Police reports say
Guiche was frustrated that the mascot, 17-year-old Jasmine Murchison, was
spending more time with other children and not paying enough attention to
her child.

The costumed Murchison and an assistant were leading other children
in a
dance at the time Guiche became upset, Chesnutt said. She failed to get
their attention despite her vocal protests.

"She asked them, 'Hey, what about
my kid? Pay attention to my kid!' She
expected them to stop, but they didn't," the officer said.

Guiche grabbed
Murchison by the arm. But Murchison allegedly ignored the
irate mother and continued dancing with the children.

According to witnesses,
Guiche then said, "I'm going to whip Chucky E.
Cheese's ass if she gets out of that costume."

Guiche allegedly threw a slice
of pizza at Murchison and then punched the
mascot.

Murchison reported the incident to her manager who called police.
Guiche
admitted to police that she grabbed the mascot initially but denied hitting
her.

No arrests were made. Murchison's family has urged her to file charges,
Chesnutt said. If she does, Guiche would face simple battery charges for the
tossed pizza slice.

guilty of the blog!

ok ok ok.
So the pblog has been on vacation for a short while.
Sorry to make ya cringe everyday that you delightfully check over here at
this funny site and sadly find NO updates.
I have to let you know that lately I have been exhausted with life.

AND.

WELL.

IF YOU AREN'T HAPPY WITH THAT EXCUSE, THEN FINE, HERE IS AN EXPLANATION:

A) My brown belt passage: NOVEMBER 18TH, 6:00PM, HONBU (YES, HONBU.) creates an immense load of pressure on me to train as much as possible with no real support from anyone I train with (what else is new?).

B) THE PRINCIPLES OF MANAGEMENT course Tuesday nights at Concordia University
which runs until November 23rd. To better train me to be a better bitch at work!

C) Physio therapy, yes I hate the pain that I endure on a daily basis since I was 14 and got therapy back then. So I did the smart thing and am milking my benefits as much as I can. So now I have the lovely Genevieve rub away and acupuncture/shock the hell out of my back weekly.

D) My lawyer, is in St.Thomas Ontario for a painfully long trial, thus no time to visit sweet sweet Montreal for creme brulee. etc.

E) Tomorrow, yes tomorrow I am getting my wisdom teeth pulled.
But not to worry I am excited. I love the dentist. I wanted to marry a dentist. But then I found out that Lawyers have cooler uniforms.
Maybe it will go poorly? if so, then this will bring forth a new fear of the crew that admire my "GREAT" Alberta hygeine for once! I always say that with the dentist, at least you leave lookin good. Whereas the doctor you're always in pain and nothing great can really come of a visit. Besides being in bed feeling like crap for a week or misc bloodwork, yah now thats just not fun at all.
*FUN FACT: Quebecers have the #1 worst teeth in Canada.

F) Thanksgiving, David and I are going to my REAL home to relax (for once).
G) well Halloween....should I go as the ape again dressed also in my karate dogi? most certainly.
H) November 6th, Matt Good (finally) returns to Montreal after being SICK this past June.

So wish me luck, and if I am lucky maybe my dentist will let me keep my teeth!

and if you are truly missing the blog, then e-mail me at:

pblog_addict@u-r-crazy-4-the-pblog-.fu

Pattatista-Town

Ok, now this is one of the best stories around lately between Dave and I.
(please see below)

But first here is the rough plan:

1) We are so gonna buy up this B.C. ghost town,

2) move our families out there

3) call it: Pattatista!

4) ok, maybe: CHILES-CROWE

5) ok, maybe: funky town

We could run around the whole damn place and entertain all of 'yehs.
But here is the catch, the price.

6) So we all have to pitch in some money *nothing like this fun is up for free!*

7) I will let Dave become mayor as he is familiar with THE LAW

8) I guess he should also be the county sheriff too. Total Duke boys town.

9) It will also run on the trade/swap/pawn system as currency *more interesting*
(blood donations are forbidden)

10) My circus and its contents will also have all the space needed to entertain monthly

11) Required: people of certain pattatista-town calibre, please advise as I need to fill the following postions ASAP if the town is a green light!:


a) dentist
b) VET
c) lawyer (insert David Crowe)
d) dr.
c) musician
d) graphic designers
e) sewers
f) misc circus freaks
g) acrobats
h) physiotherapist
i) optometrist
j) pizza cook
k) bbq expert
l) sushi chef
m) karate instructor
n) Barristas/Pub bar keep
o) gas station attendants
p) grocery store help
q) govt workers
r) pc/mac repairman
s) limo driver
t) dog groomer
u) handyman
v) construction crew
w) mechanic
x) dog trainer
y) lifeguard
z) massage therapist
zz) makeup artist
zzz) hairdresser
zzzz) helicopter pilot
zzzzz) ski-lift operator
zzzzzz) undertaker
zzzzzzz) preist/rabbi

ok, ok, like I said, we need a few hundred people that are required to put this town into operation.

so again if you have any suggestions:

pattatista-aka-god-@p-town.ca



+ + + +

Miner looks to sell B.C. ghost town

Yours for $7-million: Pool, ocean view, absolutely no neighbours

By PAUL WALDIE
Tuesday, September 14, 2004

Rudy Nielsen has dealt with some unique properties in his 40 years of selling ranches and vacation homes around British Columbia, but he has never tackled anything quite like this before.

Mr. Nielsen is selling an entire town, Kitsault, B.C., to be exact, and the asking price is $7-million. For that price, the buyer gets not only 92 houses perched on a mountain's edge in a tranquil ocean inlet, nestled in a dense evergreen forest and surrounded by coastal mountain vistas, but also:

Seven apartment buildings, containing 210 suites;

One fully equipped hospital, with a never-used X-ray machine;

Two recreation centres, complete with a swimming pool, gym, hot tub, racquetball courts, library, theatre, curling rink and Maple Leaf pub;

A brand-new shopping mall that includes facilities for a liquor store, bank, post office and several specialty stores;

More than 80 hectares of wilderness, including roughly one kilometre of beach.

The town, about 140 kilometres northeast of Prince Rupert, has been abandoned since the nearby molybdenum mine closed in 1982. After a series of mergers, Kitsault ended up in the hands of U.S. copper giant Phelps Dodge Corp., and the company has decided to put the whole place up for sale.

Kitsault "is not something we have any plans for, so it's an opportunity," company spokesman Ken Vaughn said.

"If there is someone out there with some plans to make good use of the property, then maybe we can help make that happen."

Mr. Nielsen's company, Niho Land & Cattle Co., based in New Westminster, was recently retained to market the town, and so far he has attracted one interested buyer, a U.S. company that specializes in recreational property.

Mr. Nielsen won't name the potential buyer, but said that "most people are going to look at this town to take the houses and sell them as single-family units in the $69,000 price range."

He added that most of the houses have three bedrooms, full basements and fireplaces.

The sale would end the short but colourful history of Kitsault, which once boasted 1,200 residents. The area has long been associated with silver mining and the gold rush. That changed in the 1960s with the discovery of molybdenum, an additive used in steel production.

In 1978, Amax Canada Development Ltd., whose U.S. parent was the world's largest producer of molybdenum, acquired the site from a copper producer and announced plans to develop a $200-million mine at Kitsault.

The project opened in 1981, after a bitter dispute with local natives over the disposal of waste from the mine, and the company spent $50-million building the town site. Soon there was a road to Terrace, B.C., almost four hours away by car, and regular flights to Prince Rupert.

But the molybdenum market went into a tailspin, and in November, 1982, Amax announced a temporary shutdown. The mine never reopened, and in July, 1983, the last townsfolk departed.

Mr. Nielsen said Kitsault is in remarkably good shape, considering how long it has been left alone. A caretaker employed by Phelps Dodge has been living on site for years and has kept most of the buildings heated and in decent condition.

Power lines, telephone service and sewage connections are intact, he noted, and even the boulevards have been maintained.

The X-ray machine in the hospital is still in its plastic wrapping, and the gym is in such good condition that the caretaker hosts an annual basketball match with his friends every New Year's Eve.

Mr. Nielsen said he visits Kitsault regularly because he owns land in the area.

"When you are walking the streets, there is nobody around, and it really gives you a weird feeling like, 'Holy smokes!' " he said, adding that he loves racing through stop signs at top speed.

"You really feel like you are on another planet."



Please stay tuned for more ideas...in the works...
With an Ocean view, this price can't be beat!
if you have any more town suggestions please e-mail me at:

pattatista-town@ghosts-be-gone-.ca

what a heel

After entering our friends wedding at a whopping 6' it is true that
according to mac online:

The Ultimate Sex Appeal Item Is...

...stiletto heels.

Men and women both get their kicks when ladies wear the perfect pair of spiky high heel shoes.

That's the word, albeit a bit unscientific, from Britain's Femalefirst Web site, which conducted an online survey of 55,000 male and female visitors to find out which items of clothing added the most sex appeal. Women were asked which item of clothing they wear to make themselves feel sexier, while men were asked which item of clothing makes a woman look sexier. And stiletto heels--the higher the better--came in at No. 1 for both genders with 85 percent of men choosing stilettos and 56 percent of women opting for them as the essential item for seducing a potential partner.

Why stiletto heels? In addition to improving the look of their legs, women said the right shoes made them feel more confident. Men said spiky heels were an attention-grabber and admitted being mesmerized by a woman in heels.

Women's choice for the top five clothing items that add sex appeal:

1. Stiletto heels
2. Expensive lingerie
3. Stockings
4. Derrière-hugging trousers or jeans
5. Cleavage-revealing tops

Men's choice for the top five clothing items that add sex appeal:

1. Stiletto heels
2. Slit skirts
3. Stockings
4. Mini-skirt
5. Jeans and a T-shirt
 
Luckily I have a tall man in my life with stunning blue eyes to stare into forever and ever and, well, EVER.

To: Grandma and Grandpa on their 50th

I feel it is important to honor your fifty years of marriage.
Commitment should be recognized.
Fifty golden years of love and a beautiful life together should also be an inspiration…to us all.

Love can be strong, yet tender all at once.
Love cannot function on its own. Love is to be shared.
The best team wins the race…and only by working together.
I admire your happiness…and you give me courage in love.

Completeness is an inspiration and a goal for many marriages.
Your love once started with only a simple photograph placed inside a high school locker door.
You both told me that: Love could last across any distance if it were indeed true.
I love you and understand that life is about love, friendship and most of all: family.

Small saplings were once planted in front of your yard along the path, and through the years I have watched them grow.
Each time I visit, the now enormous trees brush past my sleeve reminding me of the roots that have been growing deep and have been spreading out with every passing year.
A tree is also the symbol of the strong beauty in your lives and your gift of life to future generations.

I couldn't imagine love without it being led by your now truly GOLDEN example!
Your beautiful life together is an inspiration to me and to everyone.




Grandparents are often the very model of lasting marriage;
A toast! To their union and a lifetime of wonderful memories!



Love Always,

Patti

You do the math

Math quiz:

a) What Makes 100%?
b) What does it mean to give MORE than 100%?
c) Ever wonder about those people who say they are giving more than 100%?
d) We have all been to those meetings where someone wants you to give over 100%.
e) How about achieving 103%?
f) What makes up 100% in life?

So here's a little mathematical formula that might help you answer these questions:

If: A B. C. D. E. F. G. H. I. J. K. L. M. N. O. P. Q. R. S. T. U. V. W. X. Y. Z
is represented as:
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26.

Then: H-A-R-D-W-O-R-K 8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 = 98%

And: K-N-O-W-L-E-D-G-E 11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 = 96%

But: A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E 1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 = 100%

And,

B-U-L-L-S-H-I-T 2+21+12+12+19+8+9+20 = 103%

AND,

look how far ass kissing will take you:
A-S-S-K-I-S-S-I-N-G 1+19+19+11+9+19+19+9+14+7 = 118%

So,

one can conclude with mathematical certainty that while Hard work and Knowledge will get you close, and Attitude will get you there,

it's the Bullshit and Ass kissing that will put you over the top.

gone fishin'

This marks the long weekend for me.
I have a wedding to attend in a brown dress dip-dyed neon pink and teetering
on *impossibly high heels.
*The heels took me 40minutes to master, so when I state "impossibly" I'm not joking.

Then off to David's cottage on the lake. A nice swim will be in store!
AND our friend Matt's Birthday as well!


So this weekend, while you are off reading and whimpering about russian school children terrorist seizures etc, please read the following post!

This is just a brief excerpt from my favorite blogger himself:
Matt Good. His blog is always razor sharp.
Yet his Mblog sometimes scares me.


I am gone fishin'!



www.matthewgood.org (Mblog)

Products Of Imperialism

You can fight cancer. But until what causes it is exacted, a cure remains elisuve. And so the fighting continues.
Chechnya was first occupied by Russia in 1859, following a failed attempt in the 1830’s. On both occasions those native to the Caucasus offered fierce resistance.

Following the revolution in 1917, Dagestan, which includes Chechnya, declared its independence and was not occupied again until 1923, when Bolshevik forces entered the region. Soon after, the Chechen-Ingush Autonomous Soviet Socialist Republic was formed, which would last until the collapse of the Soviet Union in 1991.

Like other states in the region (Georgia, Armenia, Azerbaijan), Chechnya declared its independence after the fall of the Soviet Union, a declaration that Russia refused to acknowledge, a refusal that would, in the mid nineties, lead to a prolonged and confused war in Chechnya. During this period, Chechen extremists began to employ terrorist methods against both Russian military and civilian targets in both Chechnya and Russia itself.

Recently two Russian airliners were blown up while in flight by two passengers carrying explosives. A Moscow metro station was also recently attacked by a woman strapped with high explosives. A group called the Islambouli Brigades claimed responsibility for both on a website, pledging that the attacks were “in support” of Chechen Muslims. Yesterday a school in Ossetia was over-run by militants also believed to be linked to militants acting on behalf of the Chechen cause.

More than sustaining an empire, attempting to control a failing one is equitable to keeping a tiger by the tail.
Terrorism is the poor man’s way of fighting formidable militaries. If one cannot purchase fighter jets and bombers, military vessels, and a whole host of other weapons, then the use of terror becomes one of the few options left. And while terrorist actions are exploited by those who are victimized by them as “cowardly” and “inhumane” attacks by lunatics with no regard for life or the law (which they are), the examination of root causes are always conveniently omitted (which are usually just as cowardly and inhumane).

Terrorism is the tool of the under equipped and the under funded. It has become prevalent because it is an affordable and effective way of combating nations with highly developed militaries and intelligence capabilities. Not ironically, those nations which have imperially governed or involved themselves in the politics of foreign nations for exploitative purposes are the most common terrorist targets.

Thus, what created terrorism?
Religious ideologies?
Political ideologies?

Or imperial ideologies?





song of the day:

BLACK DENIM TROUSERS AND MOTORCYCLE BOOTS
-VAUGHN MONROE

Maui and Guinness' brit cousins

Just doing a yearly clean-up of misc messages-taking-up-space
in my e-mail accounts....its been an interesting year.

But by far this IS my favorite message of all that I had to share with you and there is NO WAY that I could delete it.
(It was sent via my cousin Kim)

The animator lives in the U.K. and now has been courted by the hottest advertisers this year.

Anyway.
Every single time I view this I fall off my chair...


without fail.

*if you wanna see it email me at:

pattatista@hotmail.com

pimp this!

Muggy then rainy Montreal day out here.
The sky is almost black and its only 6pm.

earlier I spoke to David re: the Olympic closing ceremonies and also his all access pass to his office during weekend hours.

Why? well, for starters:
I told him that with that much access he could indeed try to pull all of the expensive art off the walls for our new condo next year!
But with much convincing, I am not sure he is up to such a task (alone)


Then I went downtown to just: get-outta-the-house!

a) Spent a brief hour in MULTI-MAGS (gawd I love that store!)
b) Spent a brief 45mins in Future Shop looking for a new color printer
*If anyone out there has or knows of a great all around color printer to trade for my BROTHER all-in-1, I am your bitch!
c) Spent a split second picking up THE BIG BOX OF ART classic 35,000 misc graphics at your fingertips.
d) Spent a clean $80 on a snazzed-out silver Pen & graphics tablet, hence my wrist is clearly: "just-about-toast!"


And then the world got certainly weirder...
http://shop.store.yahoo.com/brandsonsale-store/51104-costumes.html

alert status...

Thank you to my old pal Steve in Vancouver for lending me the HTML code for my new tongue-in-cheek stifling alert status meter.

I hate ELMO, and is he worse than Dubya? beats the fuck outta me.

So sorry to be THIS childish, but c'mon today I just had to make you all smile...were at a BERT status yellow...(for now)

what you hear is what you get!

la formule de jour....(?)

a) I hate people that can't come right out and ask people something.
It shows a lack of...? well, god knows what at this point...

b) So YES it is true:

c) David Crowe

d) &

e) Patti Chiles

f) Are together

g) &

h) truly happy.

New search

you see that kids?
a new search engine bar above the PBLOG header.

So, yes you now can search to your hearts content on PBLOG.

That is, AFTER you've read everything i've ever posted.

camp de jour!

My first freelance job & My first children's day camp shirt:

http://www.karate-andregilbert.com/images/photo_album/summer_camp/camp_escalade/html/camp%20escalade%20017_jpg.htm

The king of BEARS

Ok.

So today my ever-so-talented writer friend Sid (that works for the Montreal Gazette!) emailed me one of the funniest stories I have EVER read!

Read along, and note that next time you are camping, bring the good stuff for the bears!



Bear guzzles 36 beers, passes out at campground

SEATTLE, Washington (Reuters) -- A black bear was found passed out at a
campground in Washington state recently after guzzling down three dozen cans
of a local beer, a campground worker said on Wednesday.

"We noticed a bear sleeping on the common lawn and wondered what was going
on until we discovered that there were a lot of beer cans lying around,"
said Lisa Broxson, a worker at the Baker Lake Resort, 80 miles (129 km)
northeast of Seattle.

The hard-drinking bear, estimated to be about two years old, broke into
campers' coolers and, using his claws and teeth to open the cans, swilled
down the suds.

It turns out the bear was a bit of a beer sophisticate. He tried a
mass-market Busch beer, but switched to Rainier Beer, a local ale, and stuck
with it for his drinking binge.

Wildlife agents chased the bear away, but it returned the next day, said
Broxson.

They set a trap using as bait some doughnuts, honey and two cans of Rainier
Beer. It worked, and the bear was captured for relocation.



NICE!

blogged!

caught you!
we have been blogged!

Please enjoy the ad's above my daily Pblog and see how
the folks at GOOGLE try their best to sell you one of the
words from my writings.


nifty.

I just want to be famous

Did you catch that evil Canadian Ron Bensimhon that dove into an Olympic swimming pool this past Monday?

cbc:
Ron Bensimhon, a 31-year-old native of Montreal, was released after paying a $3,225 fine. Under the Greek court system, it could take two years for a higher court to rule on his appeal.

Bensimhon told the three-judge tribunal that he didn't "do the stunt for money," but instead he just wanted to be famous.

Bensimhon jumped off the three-metre board bare-chested and wearing a blue tutu and white tights at the diving venue Monday night. Greek police arrested Bensimhon charged him with "interrupting the Games."

Sporting a black eye and a bruised face, Bensimhon told the tribunal he was beat up by police and had "suffered enough."

"I never thought it would be this bad," he said.

GoldenPalace.com, an online gaming site, was written on his chest and back in bold black lettering. The Web site admitted that Bensimhon has performed publicity stunts for it in the past, but it denied putting the Montrealer up to this prank.

Though Bensimhon called it a harmless prank, it proved an embarrassment to security officials. The disruption also turned the competition on its head and all but handed the gold medal to the Greek duo of Nikolaos Siranidis and Thomas Bimis –Greece's first gold medallists of the 2004 Games.

The top-ranked Chinese duo Kenan Wang and Bo Peng appeared headed toward certain victory before the intrusion. However, after the incident, one of the Chinese divers landed on his back on his final dive and the team received zeros across the board.

Russian Dmitry Sautin then knocked himself on the board and American brothers Justin and Tony Dumais worked themselves out of a medal position with a missed landing.



Oops, maybe the world needs to laugh more.
So much for terrorists at the games! The real threat is the way our society pressures underpaid athletes to win win win. And the most important people in 2004 are the famous. I just read about Scarlette Johanson giving herself a $50,000 birthday bash.
SWEET! she couldnt have made more publicity if she were to donate it to a university or school of performing arts. So its fun to be rich and young. And bleach-blonde. Marilyn lives on in our hearts and urban desires doesnt she?
big sparkly diamonds, pink satin, bleach-blonde hair, multiple husbands, drugs, alcohol...

Has society changed its ideal of beauty and luxury over the past 50 years?
I am not sure either. We think that we have become a BETTER society, but really I dont think we are as good as we think we are. The world i see is in a much worse off state. I missed the last bus Monday and I had to walk across a big freeway to get THE MALL to catch another. It was disgusting to look and walk next to a freewway, everyone that drives should too.

It took me around just 20minutes, but it seemed like a lifetime as i couldnt handle the smogginess. I also saw the entire sidewalk littered with a zillion coffee cups and plastic juice bottles. It was interesting to look at CAR CULTURE right there at the side of the road. they say you can learn a lot from someone via their trash.
We are disgusting. And selfish with the planet. Oil reigns, and it is indeed sad for this urban environment. Think about your Escalade driving neighbour and tell him to carpool at least. What is this the next edition of the oil crisis from the 70's?

So back to the tutu:
I am sure that the chinese will bomb montreal and their freaky tutu-wearing-citizens as they lost the gold entirely!
I looked in my closet and didnt see any french ballet tutu's of any sort, so i should be alright down in the verdun ghetto.


PHEW!

Montrealers are weird and I am ready to get the hell outta here next year.

Are you happy with your city, and are you happy with our acts of car culture?
trust me i would take a free car anyday, i will probably get one next year if i move to toronto. But what makes us NEED a car anyway? why buy new clothes? these things arent at all necessary. or are they? I can buy a new desire everyday.

email me at:
icantbreathe@suv-nation.ca

PBLOG song for the day:

TEQUILA -the champs

singed

All that do know me well, will know that fire bothers me as my parents house burned up new years day a few years back. Mostly smoke damage though, but nonetheless, everything taken along with my dogs and cats.
Luckily none of us were home. Is that some sort of dumb luck?

I suppose you could say that.

So in turn I admit here to having a bothersome fear of firetrucks and firemen to this day.

Today David and I were about to take the metro to work/trainstation, and my metro station was shut down due to god-knows-what?
But the bus lanes in front were lined with trucks and ambulances.

So we were forced to stand about and waste a lot of time waiting for the piles of emergency crews to solve whatever it was inside so that we could all carry on with our fancy north american lives that we sometimes feel we take for granted.

A lot of firemen rushed past me and I told David that I smelled smoke, he said he didnt notice anything out of the ordinary. Then I realized that it was the firesuits that the men were wearing that struck a nerve and took me back to that horrible night of running through the snow looking for help!

That was a few years ago, and everything is now back into place.

I am quick to say that LEO's have to be drawn to fire as it is our element, and the SUN is my planet. The center of the universe.
What else would be so suiting for the queen of the urban jungle?

But is there a god and a heaven and a hell?
We spoke about getting married in a chruch in-front-of-god vs an island retreat on the beach in-front-of-each-other-and-the-elements.
I am uncertain which is more suiting if I were to take on this deed years from now. What IS god to you? if there is such a thing...
And in the news today: there is an astounding benefit of believing in Hell. I think it keeps a society in place/check. It could be a good thing for this reason, but also a bad reason if it alters the very normalcy of daily living, such as religious extremists down south or around the world and their influence on violence, trade, life itself.
Believe in hell and you'll get rich? Well, that's close too.

"Countries whose citizens believe in hell are not only less corrupt, but also more prosperous. That's the word from economists with the Federal Reserve Bank of St. Louis, who were trying to figure out why some nations are so much richer than others.

In addition to looking at productivity and investment factors, they examined some unconventional ideas to explain differences in national prosperity, reports Reuters. It turned out that belief in hell was very telling.

Drawing on the research from several outside economists, the St. Louis Fed studied 35 countries, including the United States, European nations, Japan, India, and Turkey and realized that religion was a powerful economic force. "In countries where large percentages of the population believe in hell, there seems to be less corruption and a higher standard of living," the St. Louis Fed wrote in a recent quarterly review.

In the United States, a whopping 71 percent of the population believes in hell. Perhaps it's no coincidence that it also has the world's highest per capita income.

Don't believe it? Look at Ireland. As Reuters says, the Irish have a healthy fear of the nether world with 53 percent of the population acknowledging hell's existence, and the country is not far behind the United States in terms of income."

Would you have any hope if there were no life after death?
would you feel sadder at funerals? Would you have hope for a sick person? would you bother to feed your family by stealing bread if you didnt feel as if you were on your way to hell for such a crime?

I was once told that I should believe in GOD just in case I make it to the fabled heaven(!) because I could be turned away at the gates for not believing in "him".

Heaven for me, is not gated. And god isnt in a chruch.
And isnt a HE. I believe that there is a force greater than man.
If there is such a thing, cool I can now sleep at night.

I should just slap on a bumper sticker that reads:

1) JESUS IS COMING: LOOK BUSY!
OR
2) GOT JESUS?

email me at: technicolordreamcoat@youreallybelieveallthis?.fu

peace.

trippin' dudette

From the littering of text messages I got this week from my sister,
she is apparently in Disneyland now with my parents.

They had just been in VEGAS too. I wonder if they helped the CSI unit solve any crimes? or help Celine Dion look more like Anne Murray lost in drag.

Hunter S. Thompson is my hero for giving VEGAS a wacked-out allure. I can see it all now, if I imagine hard enough:
david and I getting married via Elvis, and a white tiger attending with tom jones, all the while redheaded twins lick david's ankles in a catlike manner and i get massaged from the synchro team of 'O'.
oh wait...


Disneyland is a happy place.
SEll your soul at the gates, and run on in to spend the USA green.

I wonder if I speak about Disneyland, I will have ad's above my PBLOG selling weekly rates to go there?

FYI PBLOGGERS:
Take note of the ad's above, that is quite the humor to my day when I re-read what I have posted.
BLOGGER is hosted via GOOGLE. SO all of my PBLOGS are scanned for content and to try to see what they can SELL SELL SELL you is great comedy.

USUALLY AA AND NOW TEXT MESSAGES.

I hope family is safe and I cant wait for the GIANT magnet collection they will bring me from each big city!

function vs fashion?

http://www.japanconsuming.com/apple_ipodmini.html

Today I forgot to bring my iPod with me on the long way to work
and if anything, I should say that I left it at home to take a breather from all of the looks I get when I carry it in my hand. It is the curious on-looker that gives me a morning headache. So instead of drifting off to sleep in the metro, I have to stay on guard so that no one will grab it out of my hands or drop it by accident. I have a fancy case for it that was an extra $60, but I just noticed that it has scratched it quite badly, so instead of protecting it has done quite the opposite. I am pretty careful with my things, so I bet that if I had just carried it in my hands from point of purchase till now, it would be better off. SO much for being overprotective and super geeky.

Anyway, the only REAL advantage to having an iPod is indeed its "cool" fashion factor. I had it in my hand quietly buzzing away and some techie had to pull out his too just to show that he TOO was indeed a cool tech computer geek like me. Wait! but i'm not a tech geek, fashion geek, ok yes. Computer geeks have NO fashion sense.
TRUST ME on that one nor engineers.

Another time, a woman came up to me and asked me to pitch it to her as if I were some futureshop worker.
My Selling classes back in college taught me the finer points on yes, how to SELL an item that you dont really need, so I did alright. I hope she bought one and made some store clerk rich.

Hmmm, the Marketing core mother load of classes I also took taught me how to create a desire for something that you dont really need.
Ever BUY a bottle of water? think about it, you just BOUGHT something that is totally free. How stupid are you feeling now?


Anyway.

The battery power is quite weak, and I was quite angry that it only lasted around 5 hours to Toronto on the train.

luckily!

The free alcohol kept coming and I alas, was entertaining myself.
and as for my iPod, he was DEAD for my entire trip home. Do you know how many times I cursed my fashion gadget obsession?

Over five hundred dollars worth.

FAB!

The Lovesong Of J.Alred Prufrock

LET us go then, you and I, 
When the evening is spread out against the sky 
Like a patient etherised upon a table; 
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, 
The muttering retreats        
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels 
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: 
Streets that follow like a tedious argument 
Of insidious intent 
To lead you to an overwhelming question ...         
Oh, do not ask, "What is it?" 
Let us go and make our visit. 
 
In the room the women come and go 
Talking of Michelangelo. 
 
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,         
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes 
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening, 
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains, 
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys, 
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,         
And seeing that it was a soft October night, 
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep. 
 
And indeed there will be time 
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street, 
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;         
There will be time, there will be time 
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; 
There will be time to murder and create, 
And time for all the works and days of hands 
That lift and drop a question on your plate;         
Time for you and time for me, 
And time yet for a hundred indecisions, 
And for a hundred visions and revisions, 
Before the taking of a toast and tea. 
 
In the room the women come and go         
Talking of Michelangelo. 
 
And indeed there will be time 
To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?" 
Time to turn back and descend the stair, 
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair-         
[They will say: "How his hair is growing thin!"] 
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin, 
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin- 
[They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!"] 
Do I dare         
Disturb the universe? 
In a minute there is time 
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse. 
 
For I have known them all already, known them all:- 
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,         
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons; 
I know the voices dying with a dying fall 
Beneath the music from a farther room. 
  So how should I presume? 
 
And I have known the eyes already, known them all-         
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase, 
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin, 
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall, 
Then how should I begin 
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?         
  And how should I presume? 
 
And I have known the arms already, known them all- 
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare 
[But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!] 
It is perfume from a dress         
That makes me so digress? 
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl. 
  And should I then presume? 
  And how should I begin?
   
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets         
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes 
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?... 
 
I should have been a pair of ragged claws 
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
 
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!         
Smoothed by long fingers, 
Asleep ... tired ... or it malingers, 
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me. 
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, 
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?         
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed, 
Though I have seen my head [grown slightly bald] brought in upon a
platter, 
I am no prophet-and here's no great matter; 
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, 
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,

And in short, I was afraid. 
 
And would it have been worth it, after all, 
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea, 
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me, 
Would it have been worth while,         
To have bitten off the matter with a smile, 
To have squeezed the universe into a ball 
To roll it toward some overwhelming question, 
To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead, 
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"-         
If one, settling a pillow by her head, 
  Should say: "That is not what I meant at all. 
  That is not it, at all." 
 
And would it have been worth it, after all, 
Would it have been worth while,         
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets, 
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along
the floor- 
And this, and so much more?- 
It is impossible to say just what I mean! 
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:

Would it have been worth while 
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl, 
And turning toward the window, should say: 
  "That is not it at all, 
  That is not what I meant, at all."
         
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be; 
Am an attendant lord, one that will do 
To swell a progress, start a scene or two, 
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool, 
Deferential, glad to be of use,         
Politic, cautious, and meticulous; 
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse; 
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous- 
Almost, at times, the Fool. 
 
I grow old ... I grow old ...         
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. 
 
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? 
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. 
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. 
 
I do not think that they will sing to me.         
 
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves 
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back 
When the wind blows the water white and black. 
 
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea 
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown         
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

PJ partytime!!

Cuddle parties are the new craze!

http://www.cnn.com/2004/US/Northeast/08/09/cuddling.parties.2.reut/index.html

A strange suggestion to the people in north america
that need someone to hold. But Mooing like a cow? aw heck! well, OK.

David is here this weekend, so maybe we can invite some strangers into the house for a party!


+ + +
NEW TO PBLOG...

PBLOG Song for the day:

>It's not for me to say/Johnny Mathis

The text that binds

How many text messages do you send daily via your cell phone?
I admit that I am an addict, but like all addictions, they must be eliminated before there is a serious problem at hand. I find it an inexpensive way to talk to my friends and family across the miles.
And it is also a portable friend when you need one. Minus all of the fee's as I signed on to FIDO at an early stage of the life cycle of SMS. I have a bundle package deal that lets me send pretty much as many as I want for almost nothing. Like I said, I signed up for it in its infancy and they SO hate me for this old package that I am allowed to keep. (ha ha ha)

I write this to say that lately I have taken a break from this medium. I have always wondered about the microwaves pulsing back and forth. If you are wearing an iPod or personal entertainment device of any sort that has headphones, you can actually hear these
buzzing waves of messages coming in and out. Take a listen it is kind of scary.

This could be like X-rays when they were the cool thing.
My grandmother once told me that in Vancouver they had this fancy shoe store that had an x-ray machine that you could indeed stick your feet under to see your bones!

I wonder if the same sort of thing goes for the whole new text/cell usage. It isnt safe by any means. But you will never know that via the corporations feeding you. I wish this information would come out. As if we would stop using them, it would however just be nice to know the truth. But if it is a large secrecy, then maybe it IS better to take your own precautions.

This past weekend David was sitting on his 11th floor balcony and his cell fell off and down below onto the 10th floor balcony.

Luckily not ALL the way down!

He could see it and hear it sitting down there mocking him.
He felt disconnected without that ability to text. And also the large list of phone numbers stored were laughing too.
I would feel the same if I were in his position.
Part of the reason I got rid of my PALM, what if I were to drop it or get it wet? all of my info would be gonzo.
So he still has not gotten it back as the woman that lives below is much like that troll that lives under the bridge.
She must be using the components to build WOMD or to get cable reception.

So this is day three that we have gone without it.
We have started to wake up and see that its not SO bad.
But it is like I said to my friends on the weekend:
"its like having a portable boyfriend, and my phone vibrates too!"
Then magalie stated:
"Note to self, do not borrow Patti's cell."

country singer vs arab: $200 tickets avail

http://channels.netscape.com/ns/music/story.jsp?idq=/ff/story/0001%2F20040805%2F1639577627.htm&sc=1403&photoid=19920507WXS101


FORGET Tyson, The CFL, CBC Friday night Curling, Sinister Mister Kuddles and his binge drinking performances, my whole circus bit,
'cause golly. do I have a new show for you:


*Country Singer vs Angry Arab*


$200 tickets available while they last!!!
Please pay directly thru pblog at:
pattatista@bigotVSrag_fu-usa.fu

One night only!

laptops across the world will buzz stained with more plots to threaten US citizens over the course of the next few years.
Alert status...

Dont worry friend, I will be there with you. And I will carry the american flag upside down because it is, well topsy-turvy land and in America you can pretty much get away with anything you just-so-damn-well-please.
Because baby, being caucasian down south really does give you that whole sense of freedom they speak so highly about. Why the hell not come along?

Certainly.

$200 is a mere entertainment-at-its-best-investment* for you and your loved ones.

-And not to worry about the mess caused by the racial battle and misc damages and or misc looting.
The mexican maintenence crew will have the place spic-N-span in no time after the show is over!

*Editor's note: please note that Albertan's who attend will not be THAT entertained as in lieu of content at hand.




SECONDLY,
excuse me for asking, as I dont know what is indeed worse:
his cowboy hat, cowboy shirt, cowboy song or that he plays the cowboy fiddle?

Whatever folks ranks first-the-worst according to your beliefs* is beyond me.

*Editor's note: please note that Albertan's will not be THAT confused as in lieu of above opinions/indecisions at hand.


the final act:
$FREE with RSVP or $100 at the door:

"COWBOY HANGIN" (hung recklessly with the very words he whines about)

Genie Atrapado

Along with the SPICE GIRLS and NKOTB, as I had previously mentioned, at the office I work on an eMac. So being that my Mac was passed down to me by another "graphiste" (as they call us in Quebec) he is very latino and has a lot of very latino music leftover on his iTunes for me to enjoy. So I came across Christina Aug's= 'Genie Atrapado' today, and thought the name sounded so much better.
si?
Well I thought that it was somewhat cool. Being that she looks like a male drag queen and all. Twisted sister possibly?


So being as ethnically diverse as montreal is:
A big congrats to my friend Yentran because her sister is opening a brand new CHINESE restaurant as of today located at:

LA MAISON YONG FENG
4593 St. Denis
(514) 849-6688

I know where i'll be for dinner.

phattatista

I saw you pondering that glossy vending machine wondering if you should eat that extra BIG DADDY peanut butter 'N chocolate chip cookie! oh wait, that was me.
BIG PATTI, I then freakishly thought. So I stepped over to the .25 coffee machine instead and littered my blood with caffeine.

I thought about dieting to regain my girlish figure lost over the years. Not that I have become bigger I am still the same size. It is crazy that way.
Maybe today I am just bored with myself.

I heard that we all have a genetic code of what our weight should be. I seem to have always hovered around the same weight give or take 5-10 pounds.
But then that is ALSO even at my most intense of karate training, so no its not all of the timbits and guinness that keep me hovering. I am just perfect.

Hell fabulous.

But then I thought, that is Vogue magazine telling me to not even bother to eat. I think it is kind of funny how radical our society is regarding appearances and what is HOTT and what is totally NOTT.
If you are rich then shouldnt you be the biggest fattest heaviest person around?
Bill Gates would need one of those cranes to transport him to those techie conventions; dont you think that would make a better entrance?
Instead, I read Mary-Kate Olsen is doing well after her eating disorder rehab.
Nice!

But then I thought, I am perfectly healthy. And I thought why should I drink chemical shakes to please myself as a thinner happier me?

So I protest! that I think that everyone should get off their butts this month and make a difference to make themselves THAT much healthier.

AND I know some people that should quit smoking too.
This smoking bit, its just not cool anymore. Yet golly! it sure looks cool.
You can be both a rebel AND a diva all at the same time while losing weight like a fashion model would. Wicked.

Hmm, then I thought :
this could indeed be very 1940's.....ahhhh minty AND refreshing!
I could feel so glamourous and heck! a long cigarette holder is pimp nowadays
and would match my Diamond necklace and Tiffany's loot!
Fuck ya! the future Is x-rated. Time to prance around in my feather boa.

Live it up! Tim Horton's & camels for everyone!

+ + +

Fat activists protest diet industry

NEW YORK (AP) -- Unashamed of their size, fed up with fat jokes, and angry at the national obsession with dieting, overweight activists are mounting a feisty protest movement against what it calls the medical establishment's campaign against obesity.

"We're living in the middle of a witch hunt and fat people are the witches," said Marilyn Wann of San Francisco, a militant member of the National Association to Advance Fat Acceptance. "It's gotten markedly worse in the last few years because of the propaganda that fatness, a natural human characteristic, is somehow a form of disease."

The association, known as NAAFA, holds its annual convention starting Wednesday in Newark, New Jersey, bringing together activists for social events and workshops on self-acceptance, political advocacy and the "fat liberation" movement.

"I hope we can be a viable force of sanity in the midst of hysteria," said NAAFA spokeswoman Mary Ray Worley of Madison, Wisconsin. "I've found allies in all kinds of unexpected places, but overall there's a lot of animosity. Some people act like obesity is the next worst thing after terrorism."

The convention comes as the movement is scrambling to counter federal government pronouncements that obesity is a "critical public health problem" costing more than $100 billion and 300,000 lives per year.

Jeannie Moloo, an American Dietetic Association spokeswoman who counsels overweight clients at her nutrition practice in Sacramento, California, empathizes with the activists' fight against bias, but says they should be wary of oversimplifying obesity-related health issues.

"Some people can be overweight all their lives and not end up with diabetes or heart disease or hypertension," Moloo said. "But the majority are probably going to develop one of these life-altering conditions."

Fat-acceptance groups were dismayed when federal officials announced last month that Medicare was discarding its declaration that obesity isn't a disease. The policy change will likely prompt overweight Americans covered by Medicare to file medical claims for treatments such as stomach surgery and diet programs.

"Obesity is not a disease," insisted Allen Steadham, director of the Austin, Texas-based International Size Acceptance Association. "All this does is open the door for the diet and bariatric surgery industries to make a potentially tremendous profit."

Most fat-acceptance activists endorse the concept of eating healthy food and exercising regularly, but they oppose any fixation on losing weight and contend that more than 95 percent of diets fail. They also decry the rapid growth of stomach-shrinking surgery; the number of such procedures has quadrupled to 100,000 annually since 1998.

Wann depicts bariatric surgery as "stomach amputation" that imposes anorexia on patients and exposes them to long-term risks. Kelly Bliss, a self-described "full-figured fitness instructor" from Lansdowne, Pennsylvania, predicts that future generations will disapprovingly look back on stomach surgery as "comparable to lobotomies."

Bliss, who coaches clients by phone and in fitness classes, subscribes to a philosophy called "health at every size" -- preaching that health, fitness and self-esteem can be achieved independent of weight.

"There's a war on obese people, and I'm treating the casualties - people whose hearts are being ripped out," Bliss said.

NAAFA and others have tried to combat what they see as rampant discrimination against fat people, but progress has been sporadic. Southwest Airlines, for example, resisted protests targeting its policy of requiring large passengers to purchase a second ticket if they can't fit in a single seat.

"People want to fight for their rights, but there's a lot of shame involved," Steadham said. "It takes a whole lot of determination to stick through it to the end."

A few cities, including San Francisco, explicitly outlaw weight discrimination. Michigan is the only state to do so, but its Civil Rights Department said only five of 1,696 job discrimination complaints filed in 2003 involved weight.

Walter Lindstrom, a San Diego attorney specializing in weight-discrimination cases, said overweight plaintiffs usually must prove that acts of bias against them are covered by federal laws prohibiting discrimination against disabled people.

"These cases are more difficult from a proof standpoint, and also because you're dealing with a very unpopular class of clients," Lindstrom said. "Juries are generally disgusted with your average size-related plaintiff. You have to get past that, and have them see the plaintiff as someone with a true medical problem."

Many fat-acceptance activists were heartened by this year's publication of "The Obesity Myth" by University of Colorado law professor Paul Campos, who contends that diet promoters, drug companies and weight-loss surgeons have whipped up an irrational panic over weight.

Campos shares many of the activists' views but says their effectiveness has been limited.

"The movement has found itself marginalized by drawing its membership and leadership from the far extreme of obesity," he said. "It will be more successful if it can attract the two-thirds of Americans who are being told by the government that they weigh too much -- the I-want-to-lose-20-pounds crowd who are starting to feel a certain amount of resentment from the constant haranguing they're getting."

where will I be at 77 years old?

Want to live longer? Move to Vancouver...


OTTAWA - People in Vancouver already enjoy warmer winters and better scenery than most of Canada – now they can expect to live longer too, according to a Statistics Canada study.


* FROM MAY 30, 2002: Location plays role in cancer survival: study

Vancouver waterfront

The report released Wednesday, called Health of Canadians Living in Census Metropolitan Areas, found that the range of life expectancy varied greatly across Canada with Vancouverites having an average life expectancy of 81.1 years.

At the other end of the scale, people living in the northern Ontario city of Sudbury have the shortest life expectancy at 76.7 years, about the same as those living in Ireland, Portugal or the U.S.

Researchers used self-reported health data from 25 cities across Canada.

Statistics Canada found that cities with a greater proportion of post-secondary graduates, higher average family household income and a higher share of recent immigrants tended to be healthier.

Heavy smoking, drinking, obesity and high blood pressure rates were linked to lower life expectancy.


Vancouver, Victoria and Toronto had the lowest smoking rates, while more than a third of people aged 12 and over in Sudbury and Trois-Rivières, Que., said they smoked.

Vancouver and Toronto also had the lowest rates of heavy drinking at no more than 12 per cent, compared to the Canadian average of 15 per cent. Chicoutimi-Jonquière, Thunder Bay, St. John's and Sudbury had rates greater than 20 per cent.

People living in Windsor reported the highest rate of unmet health-care needs at 18.7 per cent. The border city also reported one of the lowest rates of family doctors per 100,000.

The study also compared the life expectancy of people in Canada with that of other members of the Organization of Economic Co-operation and Development. At 79.4 years, Canadians generally live 2.6 years longer than Americans but 1.8 years behind the front-runner, Japan.

I am going for a walk in the sun now, sorry for the short blog!

pattopia

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Do women get treated equally in your office?
Yes
No



Apparently in todays news:
"Researchers are unable to explain why women are apparently turning to drink"

LONDON, England -- Top women executives are taking on their male rivals in the bar as well as the boardroom, according to new research.

A study found that high-flying women were more likely to have a drink problem than their male peers.

Women at the top were three times more likely to be alcohol dependent than those in the lowest-grade jobs.

But men's vulnerability to drinking did not alter as they climbed up the career ladder.

Jenny Head, from University College London, who led the study, said: "We haven't been able to find an explanation for the higher rate of problem drinking in senior female executives.

"One possible reason might be that it's the stress of working against a glass ceiling.

"Maybe also women in higher grades are operating in a bit of a man's world, and perhaps feel they need to adopt some male roles. But this is just speculation."

The findings, reported in the journal Occupational and Environmental Medicine, are based on questionnaire responses from about 8,000 civil servants working in 20 different departments in London.

Two-thirds of those taking part in the study were men.

Participants were asked about the demands of their job, levels of support at work and at home and the degree to which they could make and influence decisions.

They were questioned about the amount of effort they made and the rewards they received in terms of promotional prospects.

A recognized set of questions relating to attitudes and behavior was used to determine those who had a drink problem.

Between 10 percent and 12 percent of men interviewed were found to be alcohol dependent, no matter what kind of job they did.

Among women, 4 percent of those working in the lowest clerical grades had a drink problem, compared with 14 percent of senior executives.

Surveys have shown a clear increase in the number of British women drinking above "sensible limits" over the past 12 years.

The proportion had risen from 10 percent in the early 1990s to about 17 percent in 2000.

Under Department of Health guidelines, a "sensible" level of drinking for women is no more than two to three units of alcohol a day, equivalent to two or three glasses of wine.




CHEERS!

THE SABBATH

HAPPY 27TH BIRTHDAY TO ME!

AND THANK YOU TO ALL OF YOU THAT HAVE MADE MY DAY SO GREAT!

THANK YOU ALSO TO MY FRIENDS IN TORONTO THAT GAVE ME THE BEST
BIRTHDAY WEEKEND THAT I CAN REMEMBER!
*AND THANK YOU DAVID FOR YOUR PRECIOUS GIFT*

ITS NICE AND SUNNY IN MONTREAL, GOOD LUNCH WITH MY COWORKERS TODAY, FREE
CAKE IS ALWAYS A PLUS.

I HAVE CLASS TONIGHT, YES I KNOW. LAME. BUT I AM OLD NOW,
NO MORE FUN AND GAMES.


THATS WHAT YOU THINK.

BETTER your W.O.M.D.'s for free!

OK. so today I have a serious problem accepting this topic:

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/5487712/?GT1=4244

Please go check this link.
OR, If you dont have the time: the US gov't is allowing *free* plastic surgery to its military!


Ok Ok Ok, so I may not be the greatest piece-of-ass around, I may indeed be FABULOUS, but Bloggers, if I you know me on a first-hand basis, I wasn't the last in line when god created STUNNING women. I was an ugly duck at one sour point in my life, I am sure you cant believe this, but its true. For those that have seen the pics or knew me, heaven forbid!

They say that as you age, your either get better or worse. Which are you?

Ok. So first of all, I didnt quite make it too the front of the
huge breasts-for-you-'r-us line, but hey, I was first for that whole height thing and hair thing too I suppose and eyes, and modesty....and and and...

But clearly I just hadnt had the sudden urge to spend $6k to please my many blog followers.

BETTER your *W.O.M.D's for free!
*weapons of mass destruction

I suppose that at 27, I have accepted my looks, and what I was given. All I can say is that it takes a lot of work. Anyone that knows my family has spent tireless hour(s) waiting, reading papers/magazines, watching movies...etc.
to pass this time of MASS prepping.

HOWEVER, Dave tells me that I am well worth the wait! and that the end results of all of this time-well-spent is certainly just FABULOUS. I love Dave, he is the first man to ever say this to me. Wait until he meets my family in October.

So if you're lacking like me in a few areas, come along and join me as I
have an IDEA for you, that is IF you need to become a better happier you:



Move south and join the army!


Clearly, I am SO there within the next few months.
I just have to wait for my selfesteem to plumet entirely to GROUND ZERO.
But those makeover shows are helping!


I can get my body looking like one fucking killing machine!


Maybe I will look as deadly as a glossy picture of a new tank!
Muscle shirts will be worn by greased up men with pec implants and necessary lipo,

Fantastic.

So I now wonder if those reality shows re: amazing makeovers are funded by the U.S. Gov't to make you run down and sign up!?

Possible.



So here I have a new formula for you to ponder, if that:

1 reality makeover show
+
1 set impossibly high standards of nver attaining stardom/fame/good looks
+
1 impossibly low selfesteem created
------------------------------
=Join the military with me you ugly bastard!




ok, so maybe that is my weakest formula. I was never and or AM never going to be good at math.


I am off to TORONTO this weekend. COOL.

AMISH in the city

BRILLIANT!
http://www.nydailynews.com/entertainment/story/214037p-184318c.html
As I sat and ate my lunch today, pondering how confused our society has become, I realized at this point in the passing game of 2004: GO SOAK IT UP.
Maybe I am just getting old and ignorant.


Ok so here is the formula if I remember correctly:

take:
1 gay man
+
1 vegan
+
1 innercity
+
1 amish
--------------------
= $ brilliant tv show


Why is there a show created such as this?
Ask yourself carefully. Look at who you have become.
And who you want to be. I ask you:

1) who are you hero's and why?
2) when was the last time you went out alone and discovered your city?
3) what is your greatest accomplishment?
4) how many species of tree's can you name vs corporate logo's?
5) when was the last time that you baked something in your oven?
6) when was the last time you thought about the consequences of being from north america vs the rest of the planet?
7) what were your ambitions as a child?
8) how many (insert favorite toy name) did you own? and why?
9) how many times have you ever given to a charitable organization and why?
10) are you where you want to be in life? if not why not? if yes, good for you!


Most of you know that I dont watch a lot of television, I just dont like the idea of watching someone else's life flicker across to me while I waste mine.

I watch CBC, thats about it. I like real tv issues such as the news.
But it can be negative if that IS all that you ever would watch such as me.

Matt good said, what if you woke up one day and there was only the weather on the news? that would be nice to sleep at night.

email me at:

pitterPATter@turnoffyourtv.fu

the list

So to kick myself in the ass over making a list for you to see what kind of a weekend I would plan if I were allowed to actually make ALL of the decisions for myself, (how selfish of me that would be)
I would have to say:

(in no order mind you of course)

a) slushes and plenty! as Quebec does not offer them
-the horror yes I know feel my pain will you.
b) a walk in High Park
c) feeding the animals at the zoo (located in the same park apparently)
d) chasing the buffalo that are located ALSO in this zoo
e) feeding the buffalo candyfloss
-as we will be buddies afterwards because they like to be fed bottles o Guinness.
f) cn tower
-throwing parachute men off.
g) pre-birthday dinner at the KEG MANSION
-steak a plenty.
h) riding 27 floors at super rapid speed
-'occupied' while doing so.
i) the hocky hall of fame.
-it is in dave's office building, sadly on the first floor, so no occupying my time.
j) shopping for puma's
-because i could be pumalicious like matt good.
k) seeing rosy
-me pointing and laughing at her under the table passed out
l) VIA 1 baby.
-yes first class all the way for my birthday weekend getaway.
m) ipod in tow during the train ride.
-up and running at last.
n) saphire gin anyone?
o) guinness anyone?
p) patti patti patti
q) queen of queen street to shop along
-i am not the king of kensington ok!
r) wrestle with the idea of a speakers corner lapdance-esque stunt
s) slushes
t) smartfood popcorn
u) streetvendor polish sausages
-the food, jackass.
v) peter nicol, it is his birthday on the 25th.
-that would equal trouble and him pointing at me under the table.
w) rehab 101
-to pick up mister kuddles
x) xxx
-its my birthday! no strippers though please.
y) YYZ thats me.
-Rush is can-rock at its finest. And then god created MGB.
z) resting comfortably
-in the safest embrace I know.


aa) yes, AA would be a good idea.
bb) bb gun to mister kuddles head, possibly in the works
cc) coco chanel, my hero
dd) my cousins bra size
ee) i am stumped at this point.
ff) fuckity fun

-Again, my mom hates it when I turn perfectly good sentences into perfectly horrible ones using profanity.

if you have anything to add to the above list(s)
please email me at:

plc@T-dot_27.fu